Fallen
The Series
Title: Everybody's Fool
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Fic title is from the song
'Everybody's Fool' off the album 'Fallen' by 'Evanescence.'
Feedback: Is much appreciated.
AN: Written during the Canadian
one dollar bet between
'Denotes thoughts'
**
Part 1 of 11
**
It had been a ruse.
A joke.
A stupid bloody game.
And she had been the pawn.
The unsuspecting fool who had
wanted to believe that he actually respected her not only as a woman, but as a
wrestler, that's all she really wanted, all she's strived for since she started
training. She wanted to be so much more than just another pair of breasts
strutting around the ring, showing off her wares to all the world.
And she really thought she had
passed that, especially when *he* had started paying attention to her. If he'd
been anyone else she would have ignored his attentions, spurned them for the
lies she knew they were. But did she? No. Why? Because she had wanted this time
to be different. Had wanted *him* to be different.
Yet, as she looked at his cocky,
self assured self standing in the middle of the ring, she couldn't help but
wonder how the hell she could have been so wrong. Guess that's what love does
to you.
Yep. She'd be the first to admit
that her love for him had clouded her judgement, shielding his true intention's
from her, even as other's had tried to warn her.
'I've known him a long time,’
One had said. 'He doesn't do anything without an ulterior motive.'
'Deceit is his best friend.'
Another had added.
'He care's about no one but
himself.'
'He's using you.'
'Don't trust him.'
And the list had go on and on.
Oh yes, she had heard them all. Taken them all on board and just as easily
brushed them aside.
'It may have been like that
before,' she had told herself. 'But this time it would be different.' She shook
her head trying to focus as she started down the ramp.
He didn't know she knew. Didn't
know she'd been standing just outside of his locker room door, didn't know that
she had heard every single word of his conversation with Eric Bischoff.
How wrong she'd been back then.
But you can't go through life without making a few mistakes here and there. And
now, that's just what Chris Jericho was to her - A mistake.
**
'Oh, yeah, I got her eating out
of my hand. No woman can resist this sexy beast.' He grinned as he watched her
approach.
It had been so easy, a few well
placed words, a few smile's here and there and who would have guessed that that
jackass Austin *kind of* saving Stacy from that chair shot would have worked in
so well with his plan's.
Use, Abuse and Defuse. Three
little words that he had learned to live by. Three little word's that had
helped him get to where he was now, granted where he had originally planned on
going and where he had actually ended up were at two different ends of the
scale. His shoulders lifted in a devil may care shrug. But what the hey,
everyone knows it's more fun being a heel.
'Just reel her in and knock her
down.' Those had been Eric's words exactly. It was no secret why Eric Bischoff,
Co-GM of RAW hated Trish Stratus. Everyone remembered how he'd tried to
blackmail the little blonde into his bed. Hell, back then, Eric had tried to
get anything with breasts and a pulse into his bed, but none of the divas had
humiliated him as much as Trish Stratus had. And having the little blonde
around, seeing her every single working day was a constant reminder of that
humiliation.
A smile lit his eyes at the path
his thoughts were taking. He was Eric's right hand man, leader of the 'Get Rid
of Austin Committee.' The King of Bling Bling. The true sexy beast of the WWE.
And tonight he had a job to do.
For the past three week's he'd
been stringing Trish along, playing the 'I respect you' routine till he had it
down to a science. Now it was time to pull the plug and allow Eric the last
laugh.
He ran his hands down the front
of his pants as she slipped between the ropes, coming to a stop a few step's
away from him. The feel of vinyl against his hands doing little to ease his now
sweaty palms, something he noticed happened a lot when she was around.
When exactly he had fallen in
love with her, he really couldn't say. All he knew was that he had. And tonight
when Eric Bischoff stepped into the ring with them, he planned on showing her
just how much.
**
~I'm back! Better then ever...~
'Right on time.' Trish whispered
as she tore her gaze away from the man standing in front of her with as much
malice as he had used to tear her heart from her chest, to look up at the Co-GM
who slowly made his way to the ring, followed by his lackey announcer, Jonathan
Coachman.
'Let's see,' she thought, her
mind going back to what she had overheard between
It went like clockwork. As soon
as it had finished playing out in her mind, it played out in reality as well.
The crowd chanted 'Y2J! Y2J!
Y2J!' But just as she had predicted he stayed perfectly still. She refused to
look at him, refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her heart break
that little bit more.
"So, what's it gonna
be?" Eric asked holding up the steel chair as if to strike her. "A
position as my personal assistant and all that position entails or the feel of
cold, hard steel slamming down on that pretty face of yours." Eric turned
to the crowd and laughed as they started chanting
Trish's expression was thoughtful,
but she already knew what his answer would be.
She had come out here knowing
what would happen, yet deep down she had wanted to be wrong. Had wanted to
believe that she had been right in trusting Chris, believing in him and the
feelings she had for him. The feelings she thought he had for her. But when
faced with the disappointing truth that he wasn't going to come to her aid,
squashed any flicker of hope or love that she had felt for him. It was over. It
was all over.
She lifted her eye's to meet Eric's,
her eyes hard and full of hatred for all three men standing in the ring with
her and with her head held high chose the chair.
**
He couldn't move. God, how he
wanted to move, to tear that ass clown of an announcer's hands off of *his*
Trish. But his feet wouldn't move forward! And it took him a few minute's
before he realised why.
It was her eyes.
They looked so cold. Chilling
him with her stare as soon as she'd entered the ring.
'She knows.' his mind told him.
'She knows about his part in this. She knows that he had agreed to help
Bischoff get his revenge on her by getting her to trust him enough to follow
him down to ringside under the ruse of an inter-gender tag team match.'
'God, she knew! And she hated
him!'
He had to make her understand. He
had to make her see that it had all changed for him. But his feet wouldn't move
and his mouth was so dry he couldn't utter a sound.
'Damn it! She didn't know that
he loved her!'
He heard Eric's ultimatum and
felt his blood boil at the hidden innuendo behind his words.
'The bastard! The sick,
perverted bastard! Damn it move!' his mind screamed. 'Move, please move...'
It was then that he heard her
reply to Eric's offer and his heart did a little flip flop. She had chosen the
chair! Knowing that Eric wouldn't hesitate in going through with his threat,
yet she had still chosen the chair.
His feet became unglued after
hearing her words and his eye's trained in on Coach's fingers where they dug
into her arm's. But he'd only taken a few step's when the sound of glass
shattering blared through the arena.
**
"Get him, Chris! Get
Trish actually laughed at the
sight of Eric scampering to the other side of the ring floor to cower behind
"Eric, Eric, Eric."
The crowd roared with laughter
and cheers and Trish suddenly found herself free as Coach shoved her down to
the ring floor so he too could join Eric behind
"I always knew you were up
to something, you sumbitch."
"What?" The crowd
roared.
"I said friends."
"What?"
"Another thing Stone Cold
Steve Austin care's about is feeling's."
"What?"
"That's right, I said
feelings."
"What?"
"Now, I know I can't whip
your ass like I want too," his gaze went over
Again Trish wanted to laugh as
Austin leaned forward allowing Jericho the perfect target.
But Jericho held back.
Austin sighed. "Okay, let
me make it a whole lot easier for yah." he said taking a step forward.
"I dare yah. Would you like me to close my eyes? Look no hand's." he
said before dropping the microphone to clasp his hands behind his back
It all happened so fast Trish
didn't even have time to issue a warning to Austin, but as she soon saw what
was happening, he didn't really need a warning. Instead of going after Austin,
Chris instead reached behind him, grabbed a fist full of Eric's shirt and
propelled him forward. Straight into Austin.
'Wow.' Trish thought, her mouth
falling open as Austin made short work of Bischoff while Jericho had the Coach
thriving in pain in the middle of the ring as he applied the walls of Jericho.
The sound of Austin's music
brought Chris's head up and all his rage left him as he saw her still lying on
the ring floor where Coach had shoved her, her expression a mask of confusion
and before even realising what he was doing, he had released the hold he had on
the Coach and in a few short strides he was at her side. His hands ran over her
body, as if checking for himself that she was okay, while Austin chugged beer
and played up to the crowd before rolling out of the ring.
"Are you okay?"
His brow furrowed when she made
no attempt to reply. The coldness he had seen earlier was once again in her
eyes. He could do nothing but stare at her as she wrenched her arm from his
grasp and backed away.
"Trish-"
"Save it, you
sumbitch." Austin called from the ramp. "I think I can speak for
Trish when I say," he tipped his head back. "If you think Chris
Jericho just got dumped on nationwide television, give me a oh hell yeah!"
"OH HELL YEAH!"
**
Everybody's Fool - Song Lyric's
Prefect by nature
Icons of self indulgence
Just what we all need
More lies about a world that
Never was and never will be
Have you no shame don't you see
me
You know you've got everybody
fooled
Look here she comes now
Bow down and stare in wonder
Oh how we love you
No flaws when you're pretending
But now I know she
Never was and never will be
You don't know how you've
betrayed me
And somehow you've got everybody
fooled
Without the mask where will you
hide
Can't find yourself, Lost in your
lie
I know the truth now
I know who you are
And I don't love you anymore
It never was and never will be
You’re not real and you can't
save me
Somehow now you’re everybody's
fool
**
Title: Tourniquet
Series: Fallen
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Fic title is from the song
'Tourniquet' off the album 'Fallen' by 'Evanescence.'
Feedback: Is much appreciated.
AN: By request this is a 'What
if
'Denotes thoughts and/or
emphasis'
**
Part 2 of 11
**
"This is it, Li, he's going
to ask me out. I know it."
Lita smiled in reply as she
bounced from one foot to the other. She was happy for Trish, she really was.
Hell, she was happy for them both, everything seemed to be looking on the up
and up for once in their lives.
After weeks of battling Trish's
defences, it looked like Jericho's charms finally broke through and she could
see by the look on Trish's face that her friend was well on her way to being
very much in love - If she wasn't already.
A shy smile graced her features
knowing that she herself was heading down the same path with Christian. She had
always been attracted to him - Always. Even when she was with Matt... And now
it seems he felt the same way.
"Now that's a look I
haven’t seen in a long time." Trish's words broke through her thoughts and
she blushed. "So... Christian hey?" Trish said nudging Lita with her
elbow.
"So...
Trish grinned. "What can I
say? I'm not as immune to the self proclaimed king of the world as I make
out."
"Believe me it shows."
Lita grinned putting a stop to her bouncing by propping herself up on the
table.
Both their heads turned to the
television monitor and Lita leaned over to turn up the volume as
"Well, I better get out
there." Trish beamed as she stood. "If thing's go how I think they're
going to go... you may be looking for a new room mate soon."
Lita shot Trish a wink.
"Don’t worry, I got that covered. Now get out there." she said
planting herself down in the chair Trish had just vacated. "I'll be here
if you need me."
The door closed and Lita sighed
as she settled down to watch.
**
The roar of the crowd was
deafening but Trish paid it no heed as she made her way down the ramp to the
ring where Chris waited. There eye's met as she neared the ring and he grinned
down at her before walking towards the steel steps where he held the ropes open
for her. She knew she must look silly with this permanent smile on her face, but
god damn it she was happy and she wanted everyone to know that it was this man
in the ring who made her happy.
She shivered as one of his arms
banded around her while the other held a microphone. Her own hand moved up to
play with his blonde locks that were gathered together in a ponytail at the
back of his neck while her other drew tiny circles on the front of his glittery
shirt.
"Do you love me?" his
whispered words echoed throughout the arena.
"Yes." she answered
not wanting to hold back anymore. Not when he looked at her like this or held
her like this. She loved him. She loved Chris Jericho!
As soon as the words left her
mouth he shoved her roughly away, and smirked as she looked up at him in
askance, but he merely turned his back on her and addressed the crowd.
"Now, I know everyone here
has been at loggerheads as to wether Chris
'What was going on?' she
thought. Her eyes full of confusion could only stare at his back as he
continued to talk to the crowd.
"It's always like that
isn't it," he continued. "They all pretend like they don’t like you,
then once you get them in the sack they think they own you."
Trish's mouth fell open.
"Leaving so soon?"
The sound of someone behind her
had Trish whirling around, her eyes filling with fear as Eric Bishoff, Molly
Holly and Gail Kim stepped into the ring.
Trish shot a look back at Jericho and he grinned at her as Molly walked
right up to him and planted herself flush against his side, her tongue snaking
out to trail a slick path up the side of his jaw.
"Oop's..." he
shrugged, "Guess the cat's out of the bag now hey." He continued, his
own arms going up to wrap around Molly's waist, his mouth finding hers.
That's when something inside her
broke. She felt it as sure as if someone had taken her by the arm and snapped
it clean in two. It had all been a sham after all. He didn't care about her, he
didn't respect her. She was in love with him and he had just shown her, shown
the world that he didn't love her back.
She tentatively took another
step back, 'Big mistake,' she soon saw as she backed right into Eric Bischoff.
He merely grinned down at her, his eyes going from Jericho and Molly, then back
to settle on her, a very satisfied gleam in his eye.
She took another step back,
making sure to steer clear of Bischoff and Gail this time and her eyebrow shot
up at him when he made no attempt to keep her in the ring. He waved her off with a smile as Jericho and
Molly joined his side along with Gail. The look in all there eye's telling
Trish what she needed to know. They had no intention of hurting her physically,
no, that wasn't enough for them. They wanted her hurt to be lasting.
And they had succeeded.
**
"Damn it open!"
Lita yelled throwing herself at
the locker room door which someone had locked on the outside and judging by
what was going on in the ring it didn't take too many guess's to pinpoint who
exactly had locked her in. "Damn!" she cried when again the door
failed to budge. She began to pace as her eye's drifted back to the monitor.
"Damn 'him.'" she yelled again picking up a chair to hurl it at the
door. "Damn 'them!'"
The door opened then and a
stagehand poked his head through the slightly open door, his expression one of
confusion. "Is everything okay-" he began but his words were cut off
as a whoosh of red streaked passed him out of the room.
She ran through the arena
hallways absently pushing open doors as she went. Her eyes fell on Christian as
he came up the opposite end of the hallway and though it was hard she forced
herself not to storm right up to him and knock his teeth down his throat!
"Have you seen her?"
she spurted out over her shoulder as her eyes darted around yet another empty
locker room. Not bothering to shut the door she turned to face him as he came
to a stop a few feet away from her.
"Sorry, Lita," he
began almost forlornly. He reached out, his hand clasping around the top of her
arm as she made to move on. "I saw what happened down at ringside,"
he continued, his eyes boring into hers. "I promise you I had no idea what
he was planning-"
"Didn't stop you from
locking me in my locker room, did it," she spat with as much malice in her
voice as she could muster.
"But I didn't-"
"Oh, save it!" she
chuckled almost hysterically. "How can you expect me to believe you had no
idea what was going to happen? He's your best friend!" she rallied, her
voice rising as did her anger.
"Aren’t best friends supposed to share everything?"
"You have to believe
me-"
"Why?" she cut in.
"Because I included a photo of you and I together in my book? Because we
shared a past?"
"No, because we were
friends once and you trusted me, doesn't that count for something?"
She sent him a look that made
him feel lower then scum. "No." she replied looking him straight in
the eye. "After what happened down in that ring tonight, it counts for
nothing." she wrenched her arm from his hold and stepped back. "Now
if you will excuse me, my best friend is in pain and I need to be there for her
because that's what best friends do."
She hurried down the hall before
he could stall her a second time, stopping once she had rounded the corner to
lean her forehead against the wall. God, how she wanted to cry right now, she
wanted to just go home and crawl up in her bed and not have to think about
Christian or what she felt for him. She had learnt along time ago that crying
solved nothing, beside's she had to be strong for Trish. Trish was in this
building somewhere and she was hurting.
Why did everything have to be so
complicated?
Pushing herself off the wall she
made to continue on down the hallway when she heard a sniffle. Her ears pricked
up at the sound and she followed it, a few steps to the right and she had her
ear up against a door marked 'janitor only.' Again she heard a sniffle and in
the next instant she had opened the door.
Trish was crouched down in a
corner, her knees drawn up to her chest and her head lowered, her face hidden behind
a curtain of blonde hair. Her quiet sobs pulled at Lita's heart strings and the
tall redhead found herself shoving buckets, mops and brooms out of the way so
she could kneel down beside her friend.
"Trish?" she whispered
wrapping her arm around her friend’s shoulders. "Trish, I'm here sugar.
I'm here."
Trish's sobs came more harder
then as she leaned over to bury her head in Lita's lap. "I can’t breath,
Li..." she heard Trish whisper through her tears. "It feels like I
can’t breath."
Lita felt her own tears on her
cheeks, as thoughts of Christian floated around in her mind. In her heart, she
new exactly what Trish was feeling, because she felt it too.
**
Tourniquet - Song Lyric's
I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more
I lay dying
And I'm pouring crimson regret
and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and
screaming
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?
My god my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My god my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
Do you remember me
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other side
Or will you forget me
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and
screaming
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?
My god my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My god my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied christ
Tourniquet
My suicide
**
Title: The Truth and the Lies
Series: Fallen
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Fic title is from the song 'Going
Under' off the album 'Fallen' by 'Evanescence.'
Feedback: Is much appreciated.
AN: The series title along with
each song is from the album 'Fallen' and as a side note, I may add two other
songs off their 'Bring Me To Life' single. Song lyrics follow at the end of
part 3.
AN2: This part technically is
the start of this series, but I am labelling it as Part 3 of 11 because it
follows 'Tourniquet' which is the 'what if...' sequel to 'Everybody's Fool.'
'Denotes thoughts and/or
emphasis'
**
Part 3 of 11
**
"What the hell was that,
man?"
Jericho had expected his friend
to be here waiting for him, especially after what had just happened down at
ringside.
"And what the hell is
*that*?" he added pointing to the two laughing divas who had followed
Jericho through the doorway.
"Aw, Christian..."
Gail cooed, "Are you feeling a little left out?" She sidled up beside
him, her hand moving to cup his cheek. "Need Gail to kiss it all
better?"
Christian's brow rose in a
derisive manner. "No offence meant here - no make that a lot of offence is
meant when I say Eric's sloppy seconds aren’t my style." He took a step
back letting Gail's hand drop from his cheek, ignoring the looks of pure hatred
he was getting from both woman and turned his attention back to Jericho to see
that Molly had one-upped Gail's actions and planted herself right in his best
friends lap. "What is wrong with you man?"
Jericho shrugged, extending his
legs in an attempt to stretch giving the current woman's champion no choice but
to remove herself from his lap. 'Doesn't she get there little in-ring kiss was
just for appearance's sake?' he thought with disgust. He picked up his bag and
started rifling through it mainly so he wouldn't have to face his friend. How could he explain to Christian why he had
done what he did. It hurt to think about the past few weeks, to think about how
much he wanted to be apart of Trish's world, only to have everything thrown
back in his face.
"Chris, if our friendship
mean's anything to you-"
"Will you lady's leave
us." His voice had an edge to it and the two divas wasted no time moving
towards the door.
"Come find me later,
okay?" Molly said blowing Jericho a kiss as she breezed out of the room.
Christian shook his head as he
watched the two divas make there way down the hallway before shutting the door.
He turned to see Jericho with his back to him, his eyes glued to the tiny
monitor on the table. They were showing a replay of his actions down at
ringside and Christian watched as Jericho's hand lifted to brush his finger
along an up close screen cap of Trish's hurtful expression, his finger staying
there long after the screen had changed.
"Chris, talk to me. What
happened out there?"
"What happened?"
Jericho repeated running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "I'll
tell you what happened. What always happens when the King of Bling Bling opens
his heart?" Jericho smiled and shook his head. "It got trampled on,
that's what happened."
"Are you sure?"
Christian asked a confused look on his face. "Cause from back here it
looked like you were the one doing all the trampling."
"Yeah, well, believe me she
did her fair share of trampling, if you need more convincing why don’t you go
and ask that ass clown John Heidenreich."
"John Heidenreich?"
Christian's brows drew together. "What's he got to do with this?"
Jericho's response was to stare
pointedly back at him with a suggestive look in his eyes.
"No." Christian's
mouth fell open. "Trish and Heidenreich?"
Jericho nodded.
"How do you... oh, wait,
let me guess. Molly right?" he said pointing to the closed door. "Or
maybe Bischoff?"
"What does it matter how I
know," he said flicking off the monitor before going back to his seat on
the bench. "The point is I
know."
"I don’t believe it."
"Believe it." he
replied shoving his things in his bag. "I
confronted Heidenreich and he told me himself it was true."
"Yeah well I don’t,
okay." Christian said honestly. "And frankly neither should you.
These past three weeks I got to know Trish as well, she wouldn't do something
like this, man. It's not her style."
"Are you forgetting how she
first started in this business?"
Christian couldn't believe what
he was hearing. "Are you forgetting that that was a long time ago?"
Jericho's eye's fell to the
floor and he shuffled from foot to foot. "Didn't take long for the past to
catch up with her when an opportunity to see *Little Johnny* arose."
"Little Johnny?"
Christian said shouldering his own bag as he stood to wait for Jericho to
finish changing into his street clothes. "What's 'Little Johnny' got to do
with this?"
Jericho glared at Christian as
if he had just sprouted an extra head. "Trish has seen..." Jericho
waved his hands in front of him as he searched his vocabulary for the right
words. "She has seen his... *Little Johnny.*" His nostril's flaring
as Christian merely shrugged indifferently.
"What's wrong with that?
I've seen *Little Johnny.*"
"Y... you... his..."
His face screwed up in disgust. "Christian that is just sick."
"Don’t know why you’re
getting all worked up. Most of the roster has seen *Little Johnny.*"
"Most of the... am I the
only one with any morals in this arena?"
"Chris, I don’t think we're
on the same page here, you do know that *Little Johnny* is Heidenreich's
nephew, right?"
Jericho's face drained of all
colour and his hands stilled in their actions of zipping his bag closed as his
eyes met Christian's across the room. "H... his nephew?"
"Yeah, man, who'd you think
*Little Johnny* was?"
"I... don’t... they told
me... *Little Johnny*... they said... his... shit!"
Christian's eyes widened in
realisation. "That goes double for me." He said clapping a hand on
his friends shoulder. "Molly and Gail hate Trish... how could you believe
there lies?"
"I didn't at first... but
after speaking with Heidenreich..." his words trailed off and he tipped
his head up to stare at the ceiling. "…did you see her face? She was
devastated."
"Yeah, I saw."
Christian leaned back against the wall and rubbed at his eyes with his hand.
"She must hate me."
Jericho said leaning back beside Christian.
"That pretty much is a
go."
"You’re not helping."
"If it makes you feel any
better, Lita hates me now too."
Jericho let out a slow deep
breath feeling more of a cad then he did when he found out *Little Johnny* was
Heidenreich's nephew and not his... 'You ass, Jericho.' he thought looking down
at his feet. "Sorry, bro."
"I know you are."
Christian said placing a hand on his friends shoulder. "Question is what
are you going to do to fix it?"
Jericho closed his eyes and
allowed his mind to take him back to ringside. The image of two deep brown
pools encasing a cocktail of confusion, agony and betrayal etched itself onto
his brain. "Fix it?" he repeated quietly, almost as if he were
talking to himself. He pushed himself off the wall, shouldered his bag and
pulled the door open before lifting his eyes to meet Christian's. "I don’t
think I will ever... EVER... be able to fix this."
Christian picked up his bag and
followed his friend out into the hallway, he wished there was some way he could
be wrong, but the truth was after witnessing what Jericho had done tonight as
well as the way Lita had looked at him earlier, he couldn't help but think the
same.
**
Song Lyrics - Going Under by
Evanescence off their album Fallen.
Now I will tell you what I've
done for you
50 thousands tears I've cried
Screaming, deceiving and
bleeding for you and you still wont hear me
Dont want your hand this time
I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once
Not tormented daily defeated by
you
Just when I thought I'd reached
the bottom
I'm dying again
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
I'm going under
Blurring and stirring the truth
and the lies
So I don’t know what’s real and
what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in
my head
So I can’t trust myself anymore
I'm dying again
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through
So go on and scream
Scream at me I'm so far away
I won’t be broken again
I've got to breath I can’t keep
going under
**
Title: This Pain Is Just Too
Real
Series: Fallen
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Fic title is from the song 'My
Immortal' off the album 'Fallen' by 'Evanescence.'
Feedback: Is much appreciated.
AN: Song lyric's follow at the
end of part 4.
'Denotes thoughts and/or emphasis'
**
Part 4 of 11
**
"You sure you’re going to
be okay?"
Trish turned from the hotel
window she'd been looking out of to offer her friend a half hearted smile.
"I'll be fine, Li..." she said, adding, "...honestly." to the end of her
sentence when Lita still looked doubtful.
"I just wish I could see
the logic behind Bischoff banning you from the arena." Her expression
turned thoughtful. "If anything you'd think he'd be ordering you to be
there just so he could gloat."
Trish turned back to the
window. "Yeah, well, who knows what
goes on in his sick little mind?"
"I certainly don’t, nor do
I want to!" Lita said holstering the strap of her bag over her shoulder.
"You got my number, right?"
Trish nodded, though she didn't
turn her gaze from the window.
"Trish?"
She turned then and Lita saw the
torment Trish was hiding behind her mask of bravery. She wanted to be there for
her friend, to lighten her painful burden by helping her carry it but even she
knew she couldn't be there all the time. With Austin gone, Bischoff had the run
of Raw and his first itinerary change had been granting all five members of
Team Bischoff a special favour for getting rid of Austin and his second change
had been to book her into a match without enlightening her to the stipulations,
he had merely stated that she would find out on the night and then with his
next breath had banned Trish from the next show. And they both knew better then
to think Bischoff did it out of the goodness of his heart, no, the son of a
bitch probably wanted the little blonde to wallow in her self pity alone.
'Damn I hate him.' she whispered
softly to herself but aloud she said, "I'll be back as soon as my match is
over, okay?" Lita sent her friend one last look before leaving there hotel
room.
**
Trish didn't know how long she
stayed standing at that window after Lita left. Her mind took in all that was
happening outside, the colour of the sky, the tree's, the flowers planted in a
window box of a neighbouring building... even the dark hard asphalt that cars,
bicycles and pedestrians were currently careening down, all going about there
business as rush hour drew upon them, all strangers who would or had already
meted out there own brand of pain and hurt.
Across the street she saw a
small child running through a flock of birds that had gathered to partake of
the breadcrumbs the child's mother had just thrown. She smiled, remembering a
time when she, herself would run just as freely as that small child, no
responsibilities, no cares, no limitations, everything was right in her little
world... and then she grew up and learnt how to feel. She learnt that pain came
in many shapes and forms, that liar's usually came attached to honest faces and
that no matter how many times the sun rose and set, the pain never eased. Not
even a little bit.
How she had made it through this
past week, she did not know. Lita being by her side had definitely been a
godsend but when it came to times like these, times when she was alone, times
when her mind gave her no choice but to remember what came to her every night
in her dream state.
Chris didn't love her.
No tears came to her eyes now as
they had so many times before, instead she was just left an outer casing to hold
within there walls all the pain and hurt that made up the rest of her.
Chris loved Molly
She turned away from the window
then, moving towards the mini bar she grabbed three small bottles and a glass
and then walked back across the room to her bed.
Chris didn't love her.
Her hand reached automatically
to the beside table and opened the cabinet to withdraw a small silver blade she
had put there earlier that week just for this purpose.
Chris loved Molly.
In her mind she saw her actions,
felt her hands latch onto bottle after bottle, unscrewing the top's before
emptying all three bottles in the glass.
Chris didn't love her.
Saw that same hand bring the
glass to her mouth, felt the chill of the glass upon her lips as well as the
heat of the liquid as it burned its way down her throat.
Chris loved Molly.
She felt the sharpness of pain
on her arm and moments later a warm stickiness drip down her fingers to stain
the bed covers, but with the help of the vodka that pain was fleeting, and she
was able to do it again and again.
Chris didn't love her.
When all that was left was three
empty bottles and one empty glass did she lay back on the bed to stare unseeing
up at the ceiling, the blade she had clasped only seconds before forgotten as
it slipped coated with her blood to the carpeted floor.
Chris loved Molly.
Yet still she could hear a tiny
voice repeating its chant over and over again inside her head.
Chris didn't love her. Chris loved Molly.
**
Song Lyrics - My Immortal
I’m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish
fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Because your presence still
lingers here
And it won’t leave me alone
These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time
cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all
of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away
all of your tears
And I've held your hand through
all of these years
But you still have all of me
You use to captivate me
By your resonating light
But now I'm bound by this life
you left behind
Your face it haunts my once
pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all
the sanity in me
These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time
cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all
of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away
all of your tears
And I've held your hand through
all of these years
But you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell
myself that you're gone
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
**
Title: Am I So Insignificant?
Series: Fallen
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Fic title is from the song 'Missing'
off the single track album 'Bring Me To Life' by 'Evanescence.'
Feedback: Is much appreciated.
'Denotes thoughts and/or
emphasis'
"Denotes speech"
~Denotes song lyrics within the
fic~
**
Part 5 of 11
**
"Hey, Lita."
Lita's hand stilled in mid-air
as she looked up to see Lilian Garcia walking down the hallway, and then
continued on it's path to the door handle, opening it with a little push before
turning to face the little ring announcer.
"Hey, Lil." She
smiled. "What are you doing back here? I thought the show started 30
minutes ago?"
Lilian's smile left her face.
"It did. It seems Bischoff's replaced me for the night, claiming it's too
dangerous for me to be out there."
Lita's brow furrowed.
"Replaced you with who?"
"Coach." Lilian rolled
her eyes then continued on before Lita could get a word in. "Slimey toad
that he is." She closed her eyes and shivered visibly as if trying to
shake away the memories. "That's why I'm here," She said opening her
eyes once more. "I think they've got something planned. Something that
involves you."
Lita looked both ways down the
hallway before pushing the door open wider. "Maybe we better take this
inside."
Lilian nodded before preceding
the red head into the locker room.
"So," Lita said once
they were inside. "What's makes you think Bischoff is up to something or
more importantly why do you think it has something to do with me?"
"Because of what happened
last week with Trish, not to mention the fact that Austin's gone."
Lilian's voice softened and she clasped her hands in front of her to keep them
from fidgeting. "How is she?"
"She's..." Images of
her week spent comforting Trish sprang up in her mind, the tears and silent
weeping, the restless nights and bleak days. "She's dealing as best she
can."
Lilian reached out and squeezed
Lita's hand for a moment before she turned back to the door. "I maybe way
off base here with my assumptions, but..." She pulled the door open.
"Just be careful out there okay?"
"Lilian?" Lita called
before the little blonde could close the door behind her.
"Yeah," Lilian replied
shooting Lita a look over her shoulder.
"Thanks."
**
"Making her way to the
ring, from Stanford, North Carolina. Your favourite redhead, and mine...
Lita!"
Lita ran down the ramp and slid
beneath the bottom rope, sending Coach a glare before turning to acknowledge
the crowd.
"And her opponent, the
current WWE Women's Champion, Molly Holly!"
Lita stretched out her arms in
anticipation as she waited for Molly to enter the ring. She had a week full of
pent up aggression and hatred boiling up inside her for what had been done to
Trish last week. Now, granted, she couldn't grab Jericho by his balls and yank
them up through his nostrils like she wanted to, kicking Molly Holly's arse was
a step in the right direction.
Molly smirked as she stepped
through the ropes and Lita began to bounce on the balls of her feet, her eyes
pinning the other woman as they both awaited the bell. But it never came.
Instead Coach's voice rang out through the arena again. "And her tag team
partner for tonight..."
Lita's brow furrowed. 'Tag
team?'
"...My boss and the sole
General Manager of Raw. Eric Bischoff!"
'I think they're up to
something.' Lilian's words trailed through Lita's mind as she watched Eric
smile, his eyes never leaving hers as he made his way down the ramp and into
the ring.
Lita looked towards the referee,
but all he could do was shrug, just as lost as to what was going on as she was.
She started to back up keeping Bischoff, Molly and Coach in front of her as
instinct had her body fall into battle stance.
"Yes, Lita. You heard
right." Eric wasted no time in addressing her as Coach handed him the microphone.
"See, now being the 'sole' GM of Raw... I get to too whatever the hell I
want."
Lita's gaze darted to Molly who
seemed just as fight happy as she was, her sneer firmly in place as she paced
the floor space behind Bischoff.
"And what I want..."
Bischoff continued. "...is to see everything Austin brought into Raw,
gone..."
Her eyes hardened.
"...Beginning with you,
Lita."
The crowd booed and an
'arsehole' chant was started but Bischoff paid it no heed.
"That's why I've changed
this match to an inter-gender tag team match. You see, if you lose this match
Lita, you lose your job. This way I get rid of you..." He grinned.
"...As well as introduce the newest addition to the raw roster."
'Newest addition?' she didn't
have to look to know her confusion was mirrored tenfold on the faces of
everyone who wasn't one of Bischoff's cronies.
"Coach," Bischoff said
waving the man over. "If you would do the honours."
Coaches grin went from one ear
to the other as he accepted the microphone Bischoff handed back to him,
brushing an invisible piece of lint from the sleeve of his shirt before turning
to face the crowd. "And now, the newest addition to the Raw roster and Lita's
tag team partner. All the way from Cameron, North Carolina..."
Lita's face drained of colour
knowing what was coming next even if her mind refused to believe what she was
hearing.
"...Matt Hardy!"
The crowd went wild, and Lita
didn't blame them as her former boyfriend stepped through the curtain, after
all, he had been and obviously still was a crowd favourite.
Inadvertently she took a step
back, then another, her eyes darting around the ring until they came to rest on
the eyes of Charles Robinson, a look of pity on his face and she knew then that
other then the him, she had no one down at ringside or even backstage who would
come to her aid.
She hadn't seen Matt for over a
year, having parted on bad terms and by the way he now looked at her, she could
tell 'bad terms' had grown into fully fledged hatred.
She was so screwed!
~Please, please forgive me~
~But I won't be home again~
~Maybe someday you'll have woke
up~
~And, barely conscious, you'll
say to no one~
~Isn't something missing~
~You won't cry for my absence, I
know~
~You forgot me long ago~
~Am I that unimportant...?~
~Am I so insignificant...?~
~Isn't something missing~
~Isn't someone missing me~
~Even though I'm the sacrifice~
~You won't try for me, not now~
~Though I'd die to know you love
me~
~I'm all alone~
~Isn't someone missing me~
"Come on, man,"
Christian said pulling there rental car to a stop inside the arena car park.
"Better to get it over and done with."
"But she hates me."
"Yeah, well, you can’t
really blame her." Christian said softly, opening the car door he stuck
one leg out, planting one steel toe booted foot down on the concrete before
turning to look at his friend over his shoulder. "We all work on the same
roster, we're bound to run in to each other sooner or later and I don’t know
about you but I see that as a good thing. I am going to do my damnedest to get
Lita back and if you had any sense you'd be moving heaven and earth to get
Trish to trust you again instead of whining your arse off."
Over the past week Chris had
moped around the hotel room they shared, in his mind he had recreated what had
happened last week countless times, over and over and over again. And every
single time he would inwardly kick himself for the way he had treated Trish.
Then kick himself some more for believing in Molly's lies and allowing her and
Bischoff to use him to get at Trish. Yet, he couldn't blame them. No matter how
much he tried to. He couldn't even blame that ass clown John Heidenreich.
No. He had no one to blame but
himself.
With a long drawn out sigh he
opened his door, stepped out from the car, grabbed his bag from the trunk and
followed Christian inside.
**
Upon entering the arena,
Christian saw it was the same old scene. Men and women gathered in their little
groups, a lot of 'ooohhs', 'aaahhs' and 'god damns' thrown around as they
watched the action happening down at ringside.
He had never really noticed how
barren an arena was. How cold it's stone walls could make one feel. He shook
his head, turning to look over his shoulder at Jericho.
"I really don’t feel like
joining in with the other's tonight, I may just go find our locker room."
"Sounds good to me,"
Chris said adjusting the strap on his bag, before hauling it back up onto his
shoulder. "Don't really feel like being Mr Chatty tonight."
They headed away from the others
towards the locker room when something caught Christian's eye and he reached
out to pull Chris to a stop.
"What look's wrong in that
picture?" He said nodding towards Lilian who stood alone, away from the
others. Her shoulders were shaking as if she were crying and before he even
knew what he had done, Christian found himself standing behind her.
"Lilian?"
She jumped at the sudden sound
behind her and as she turned to face them, he saw nothing but fear in the
petite ring announcer’s eyes.
"W... what do you
want?"
Christian cringed as she shied
away, memories of when he had shoved her down at ringside flashing through his
mind. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I just saw you here and you looked... you
looked..." His word's trailed off as he saw exactly what Lilian had been
watching.
"Eric fired her."
Lilian offered, turning back to the screen. The image of Lita struggling to
hold back tears in the ring as Eric Bischoff and Matt Hardy towered over her,
supreme satisfaction glowing in Eric's eye's as he watched her crumble, hatred
and loathing in the eye's of the other.
"Guess he's out to prove
this really is his show."
Christian saw Lita slip to her
knees and roll out of the ring, the look on her face before she disappeared
behind the curtain twisting his gut.
"Where you going?"
He heard Jericho's voice behind
him and stopped, confusion marring his features. He had totally forgotten his
best friend was there. "I have to make sure Lita's okay."
"But we have a
match..."
Christian looked at his friend a
moment and sighed. They had been friends and partners for along time, yet, why
did he suddenly feel like he was seeing Chris Jericho for the first time.
"Screw the match." He
said and without another word he turned on his heel and walked off.
~Please please forgive me~
~But I wont be home again~
~I know what you do to yourself~
~I breathe deep and cry out~
~Isn't something missing~
~Isn't someone missing me~
~Even though I'd be sacrificed~
~You won't try for me, not now~
~Though I'd die to know you love
me~
~I'm all alone~
~Isn't someone missing me~
~And if I bleed, I'll bleed~
~Knowing you don't care~
~And if I sleep just to dream of
you~
~And wake without you there~
~Isn't something missing~
~Isn't something...~
~You know I'm the sacrifice~
~You wont try for me not now~
~Though I'd die to know you love
me~
~I'm all alone~
~Isn't something missing~
~Isn't someone missing me~
"Lita?"
She stopped at the sound of
Christian's voice, but didn't turn to face him. After all that had happened
tonight you'd think she'd know better then to put herself in a position to be
hurt twice in one night, but for some reason she couldn't make her feet move.
Neither did she offer any protest as she felt the strap of her bag leave her
shoulder. Keeping her head low she willed her tears to hold out for just a
little while longer, yet as she felt his arm band around her shoulder she knew
it to be a lost cause.
"Shhhh..."
She felt his breath on her face
and his lips in her hair as he turned slightly to whisper soothing words into
her ear as he lead her out to the car park.
"You’re gonna be okay,
Lita... I'm here."
**
Title: I'll Give Up Everything
Series: Fallen
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: *R*
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Fic title is from the song 'Taking
Over Me' off the album 'Fallen' by 'Evanescence.' Song lyric's follow at the
end.
Feedback: Is much appreciated.
'Denote's thought's and/or
emphasis'
"Denote's speech"
WARNING: Towards the end it gets
very dark and angst in regard's to death and how it affects those around us.
**
Part 6 of 11
**
'He had walked out! Left the
arena!'
Chris paced the inside of the
locker room he was supposed to be sharing with Christian like a caged animal.
'He would probably get his ass
kicked big time once Bischoff caught wind of it.'
A knock sounded at the door.
'That is, if he hadn't already.'
He added silently, turning his back to the door before uttering a gruff,
"Come in."
The door opened a fraction, and
then a little bit more, then more still, until a timid stagehand poked her head
in through the opening, her eye's meeting his reflected ones in a mirror
hanging on the opposite wall. "S... sorry to bother you, Mr
Jericho..." She began cautiously.
Chris saw the knuckles on her
hand turn white as she gripped the side of the door and he realised then that
this girl was scared. Scared of him.
A look of recognition flashed in
his eyes as he realised this was the same stagehand who had fetched him a
bottle of water all those weeks ago. He had been a real prick to her then, no
wonder she had fear in her eyes now.
'Is this what he had been
reduced to?'
"Ah... Mr Bischoff is
waiting for you in his office."
He nodded curtly, and then
surprised himself as well as her by saying... "Thanks."
After the door had closed upon
the stagehand's exit, he sank down on a bench beside his gym bag. 'There was no
mistaking why 'he' had been summoned to Bischoff's office. Christian's actions
were probably buzzing throughout the arena right now. Hell, it might already be
up on the internet!'
'I'm going to do my damnedest to
get Lita back.' Christian's declaration rolled around and around inside his
head. 'If you had any sense you'd be moving heaven and hell to get Trish to
trust you again.'
'Would she trust him again?'
'Would she love him again?'
He sucked in his bottom lip,
worrying it with his teeth until he tasted blood. His gaze turned steely and he
got to his feet, shouldering his bag and walking out of the locker room... and
carried on walking, past the catering area, past the medical room and straight
out the exit door's.
There was only one way his
questions would be answered, and that way did not include a stop over at
Bicshoff's office.
**
"Here, keep the
change." Jericho said chucking some bill's over the front seat of the cab
before jumping out.
"Evening, Mr Jericho."
"Evening," He replied,
looking up at the doorman as he stood ready to open the door of the hotel for
him, again seeing shock register in the eye's of this stranger. Just like he
had seen shock in the eye's of the stagehand back at the arena.
'Had he really been that much of
an ass?'
He smiled, taking note of the
doorman's name tag. "Jim."
"Yes, sir."
"You probably see everyone
who comes and goes right?"
"If they enter or exit the
hotel through these doors after 4pm, then 'yes,' They would have passed by
me." Jim replied, grinning from ear to ear.
"So... you could tell me if
my fellow Canadian friend and a certain red head who both work for the same
company I do came back here?"
Chris didn't think this guy's
grin could get any wider. But it did.
"Yes, sir. I could tell you
that... if they came back here."
"Are you saying they
didn't?" Chris quirked a brow.
"That's exactly what I'm
saying, sir."
Chris frowned. 'If they didn't
come back here... then where the hell were they?'
"But..." Jim continued
when Chris made no further comments. "Miss Stratus hasn't left the hotel
all night, maybe she could be of some assistance- Sir! Sir please! This is a
respectable establishment!" He exclaimed when Chris stepped forward,
grabbed him by the collar of his blazer and pulled him forward, kissing him
soundly on both cheek's.
"Thank you." Chris
said before walking a hurried path towards the elevator's, leaving a very red
faced doorman in his wake.
He got off at the sixth floor.
Apparently this was the floor all the 'face' wrestler's had been assigned to.
He cautiously made his way down the hallway, shooting looks over his shoulder
as he went. Now would not be a good time for him to run into anybody... and
considering what floor he was on, *anybody* or *bodies* wouldn't think twice
about kicking his pathetic little ass.
He stopped at door number twelve
and worry washed over his expression. Trish had told him that they alway's got
room number twelve, but what if they had changed it?
Sighing, he raised his hand to
knock. He had come this far, he may as well go all the way. He stared intently
at the door. One of three things awaited him on the other side.
1. The woman he loved.
2. A major ass kicking.
3. None of the above if the
occupant's of this room were still at the arena.
He knocked.
No answer.
He knocked again.
Still no answer.
He took a step back and looked
both way's down the hallway. He felt like someone was watching him and he
couldn't understand why he got a sudden chill up his spine as an almost urgent
feeling gnawed at him to open the door. It was as if someone were behind him
with both there hand's planted firmly on the back of his shoulder's, pushing
him, willing him to open the door, step through and to hell with the consequences.
Before he even knew what he was
doing, he had lifted his booted foot and kicked the door open!
The scene he was met with as he
entered brought him to his knees. Tear's coursed unheeded down his cheeks as he
reached out to touch her icy hand with his shaky finger's feeling tentatively
for a pulse. It was there, but it was faint.
Instinct had him reaching for
the phone on the bedside table, watching as his fingers punched in the
emergency number displayed in bold text on the receiver cradle.
His eye's fell to her face as he
spoke into the phone. She was so still and remnant's of the tear's she had cried
mixed with mascara caked around her eye's before trailing down her cheeks. He
dipped his head towards hers and touched his warm lip's to her near cold ones,
noting the bluish hue that started to form there.
He moved back, again reaching
for the phone and it was at that moment that he noticed Trish clutched
something in her hand. Gently pulling the article from her fingers, the sight
of what exactly it was sent a pain to the liking of a long sabre being embedded
into the folds of his heart and then twisted back and forth in quick
succession, shooting through his chest.
It was a hockey shirt. 'His'
hockey shirt!
"Trish... Trish..." He
cried, lifting the shirt to his face, seeing traces of her mascara and lipstick
on the shirt as if she too had cried into it, just as he was now.
'What had he done? God, what had
he done?'
Only when the sound of a siren
blaring broke through his dejected mind, did he allow himself to move, backing
away as a medical team rushed in. And only when the medical team had tucked
Trish safely into the back of the ambulance did he take hold of his senses
again.
Reaching into the inside pocket
of his jacket, he pulled out his mobile phone and dialled Christian's number.
**
Song Lyric's - 'Taking Over Me'
off the album 'Fallen' by 'Evanescence'
You don't remember me
But I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard
Not to think of you
But who can decide what they
dream?
And dream I do...
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to
find you
I have to be with you, to live,
to breathe
You're taking over me
Have you forgotten all I know
And all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for
you
And touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to
find you
I have to be with you, to live,
to breathe
You're taking over me
I look in the mirror and see
your face
If I look deep enough
So many things inside, that are
Just like you, are taking over
me
**
Title: I'm Still Here
Series: Fallen
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: *R*
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Fic title is from the song 'Hello' off
the album 'Fallen' by 'Evanescence.' Song lyrics follow at the end of part 7.
Feedback: Is much appreciated.
'Denotes thought's and/or
emphasis'
"Denotes speech"
**
Part 7 of 11
**
'Is this heaven?' Her mind
asked.
She had glimpsed a lot of white
before the burning pain lifting her eye lid's had caused, forced her to succumb
to the darkness once more.
The darkness felt better. Safe.
Except for the memories. They were still there, as was the pain those memories
evoked. She knew no matter how long it took, she would never be free of them.
She wanted so much to reach up
and rub away the heat coursing through her temples, but her hands wouldn't
move. Nothing would move. She guessed that was one thing she could be thankful
for, considering she had nothing to move for. Nothing to live for. Whatever
happened when she finally found the strength to open her eyes and look
around... happened. She didn't want or need to know and she certainly didn't
care anymore.
All that mattered was that she
would never have to see *him* again. Never have to see *him* with Molly. Never
have to be a witness to there love, as she had been a witness to there open
show of affection all those night's ago in the middle of the ring.
She felt a sharp jab on the
underside of her elbow, a tiny pin prick that was gone just as quickly as it
had come. Then there was pressure at her wrist's and then her neck.
What was that incessant noise
drumming through her ears? Voice’s? Had she arrived at the gate's of heaven
where her maker would be waiting to either deliver her beyond the gate's and on
to a new world of infinite time... or shun her, leaving her at the mercy of the
anti-Christ.
Flashes of light emanated
through her closed lids and she fought the urge to open them as the voice's got
louder and more clearer. Voice's she recognised.
Her eye lids fluttered and she
squinted at the brightness that filled her line of sight, before it gave way to
a brightly lit room. A room full of machines and tubes. Tube's that were
connected to her at certain point's of her body.
And then she saw the hunched
form of Lita sitting in a chair to her right. Her head lowered as she quietly
wept. She wanted so much to comfort her friend, to tell her not to mourn so
much for a weakness she had had no control over.
Lita's head lifted then. She
looked tired and her eyes were red and swollen as they met hers, a fresh batch
of tears already starting to form in her eyes as she reached out to gently
clasp Trish's hand in her own.
As much as she was happy to see
her friend, Trish couldn't will her mouth to smile. No. That happiness was cut
short the moment she felt Lita's hand touch hers and she knew... she knew at
that exact moment, that she was *still here*.
She felt her lips move as her
body tried to say what her mind was screaming. Ignoring the irritating scratch
her word's made as they travelled up her dry throat.
Her words would hurt Lita, she
knew. But nothing could compare to the hurt she felt in her heart.
"You should have let me
die..." Her word's came out in a choked whisper and she closed her eyes to
Lita's gaze and turned her head away. "You should have let me die."
Behind them, the presence of the
two men standing in the doorway went unnoticed by the two divas. The shorter of
the two men bowing his head before he turned and walked away.
**
Song Lyric's - 'Hello' by
'Evanescence' off the album 'Fallen.'
Playground school bell ring's
again
Rain cloud's come to play again
Has no one told you she's not
breathing?
Hello, I'm your mind giving you
Someone to talk to
Hello
If I smile and don’t believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this
dream
Don’t try to fix me I'm not
broken
Hello, I'm the lie living for
you so you can hide
Don’t cry
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello, I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday
**
Title: Hiding In A Hollow Tree
Series: Fallen
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: *R*
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Fic title is from the song 'My Last
Breath' off the album 'Fallen' by 'Evanescence.' Song lyrics follow at the end
of part 8.
Feedback: Is much appreciated.
'Denotes thought's and/or
emphasis'
"Denotes speech"
**
Part 8 of 11
**
"Why don’t I take
that?"
Chris grunted, well, Christian
certainly hoped that was a grunt. It seemed the only sound Jericho made now a
day's. His life, now two month's after finding Trish, consisted of mainly two
things, wrestling and alcohol. He shook his head slowly as Jericho hugged the
bottle to his chest so Christian wouldn’t take it away from him. This bottle
kept him from breaking on the outside; whilst guilt slowly ate away at him on
the inside.
"Come on, Chris. It's been
two month's." Christian tried again to appeal to his friend's sober side.
If one existed. The way Chris had been hitting the bottle lately, he highly
doubted it, yet he had to try. Chris may have allowed what happened to Trish to
consume him, rendering him to this pitiful excuse of a man seated before him now,
but he'd be damned if he let Chris linger there any longer. "Don’t do this
to yourself."
Chris sneered, growling into his
bottle as he lifted it to his lips. He drank deeply seemingly oblivious to the
potent effects of the liquid he was drinking, swiping a hand across his lip's
when some of the liquid spilled down his chin as he pulled the bottle away.
"Better me then her."
His word's startled Christian.
He couldn't believe Chris had actually responded, usually he just sat there
nursing a bottle of whatever alcohol he could get his hand's on.
"It wasn't your fault,
Chris."
Another grunt filled the air.
"It wasn't your
fault." He repeated, leaning down so that he was on eye level with his
friend, his own eyes daring Chris to turn away as he continued. "Lita
tells me Trish is doing fine." He thought he saw something flicker in
Jericho's eyes but it was gone so fast maybe he had just imagined it.
"She's not one hundred percent yet, but she's getting there."
Chris lowered his eyes and
stared at the half bottle of Jack Daniel's he held in his hands. "I'm
glad." He whispered.
Christian saw the slight quiver
in Jericho's chin and discreetly turned his head away, hating having to see his
friend like this.
"She returns to Raw in a
month's time," Christian continued, wanting to end the silence that had
taken hold of the room.
Chris's eyes remained lowered,
the bottle again going to his mouth.
"Damn it Chris!"
Christian yelled, pulling the small framed mirror off the locker room wall to
set it on a chair in front of Chris. "Is this how you want Trish to see
you?"
Chris stared long and hard at
his reflection, his face that of a man who had succeeded in pushing the one
thing that meant anything to him so far over the edge that she had deemed her
life unliveable, unloved and unwanted.
He had done that. Him. Chris
Jericho. The first Undisputed Champion in the WWE.
'Is this how he wanted her to
see him?' His mind repeated Christian's question, ‘A drunk who wallowed in past
wrongs because he didn't have the strength to move past it. 'Hell yeah.' He
thought, ignoring the look of defeat that entered Christian's eyes as the
bottle once again met his lips. 'He deserved everything he was going through
and more.' He only hoped that one day she would forgive him, even though deep
down he knew he'd have better luck extending his arm to the sky and pulling
down a handful of stars.
...Maybe then he'd be able to
forgive himself.
**
Song Lyric's - My Last Breath by
Evanescence
Hold on to me love
You know I can’t stay long
All I wanted to say was I love
you and I'm not afraid
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me in your arms?
Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you?
Sweet rapture light
It ends here tonight
I'll miss the winter
A world of fragile things
Look for me in the white forest
Hiding in a hollow tree (come
find me)
I know you hear me
I can taste it in your tears
Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you?
Sweet rapture light
It ends here tonight
Closing your eyes to disappear
You pray your dreams will leave
you here
But still you wake and know the
truth
No one's there
Say goodnight
Don’t be afraid
Calling me, calling me as you
fade to black
**
Title: I Believe In You
Series: Fallen
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: *R*
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Fic title is from the song 'Taking
Over Me' off the album 'Fallen' by 'Evanescence.' Lyric's at the end of part 9.
Feedback: Is much appreciated.
'Denotes thought's and/or
emphasis'
"Denotes speech"
**
Part 9 of 11
**
"Hey."
The redhead's face brightened
when she pulled the door open to reveal the man who had become not only her
friend again, but also her saviour.
"Hey." she whispered
back stepping forward for a hug.
She felt Christian's breath fan
her cheek before he pulled back, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks as there
gazes met. "How you holding up?"
"Better, now your
here." she smiled back at him.
"And Trish?"
The redhead's smile dimmed
somewhat as she looked behind her at her friend who still stood by the window
staring out at the sky. Stepping all the way out of the room, Lita pulled the
door shut behind her.
"She's doing better,
although I think she maybe a bit apprehensive about returning to Raw. She
doesn't know how she's going to be received."
"With Jericho?"
"With Jericho, the whole
roster, the fans, everything!" Lita exclaimed throwing her hands up in the
air. "You know as well as I do that not everyone is going to be as
'understanding' about Trish trying to... well you know... there is going to be
those select few within the roster who are going to enjoy tormenting her."
"I wouldn't worry about
them," Christian said shrugging off her concerns as he leaned against the
wall, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans and his leg's
slightly parted. "What they know about what happened is all hearsay, only
you, me and Chris know what really happened."
"How is Jericho, I haven't
seen him since the hospital."
This time is was Christian's
turn to lose his smile as he remembered how he had left his friend passed out
in the hotel room they shared.
"Still drowning in a hole
of guilt and alcohol," Christian replied honestly.
"If only we could get them
to talk or something..." Lita mused silently not realising she had spoken
out loud until she caught the shine that entered Christian's eyes, his mouth
turning up in a crooked half grin. Her eyes widened. "Christian, I was
kidding!"
"I know, I know," he
conceded holding his hands up in surrender when it seemed like she was ready to
pounce on him. "It's just, seeing him like this day in and day out... I'm
ready to try anything." He turned so that his shoulder was against the
wall. "Do you think there's a chance Trish may still love Jericho?"
Lita turned also, so that she
was facing him.
"I don’t think she ever
stopped, but we might cause more harm then good by forcing them together. It
might be better to just let them work through this at there own pace."
"I know for a fact that
Chris loves her more then life, his current actions of late are proof of
that."
Lita sighed. She had seen the
tapes of Jericho's last two matches, both against Kane. Both not pretty. If
anything she knew that what Christian said was true.
"He's drunk all the time,
Li." Christian continued.
"And Trish is alway's
staring out that damn window."
"You don’t think she's
gonna jump, do you?"
"No." Lita stated
slapping his arm. "In the months
that have passed, Trish has found her strength again, her strength to live
anyway. I think what she's looking for now is her strength to love."
Lita looked up to see Christian
smiling down at her. "And you?" he whispered, hooking his thumb under
her chin to keep there gaze's locked. "Have you found your strength to
love?"
"Taking into account all
that has happened since Matt made his return to Raw," she smiled up at
him. "I think there's a pretty good chance."
**
Trish heard the soft click of
the door closing as Lita stepped back into the room and smiled, she was glad
something good had come out of all this mess, already knowing with whom the
redhead had been conversing with on the other side of the door.
"Feel like a walk or
something? It's not that late and it's a full moon." Lita suggested,
joining her friend at the window. She felt Trish's small hand reach out and
clasp hers even though Trish's gaze remained fixated on the streets below.
"I'm sorry, Li," she
whispered, squeezing her friends hand gently.
"Sorry for what?" Lita
asked, her brows rising.
"For not being strong
enough to come to you when I needed help. For thinking I could handle it on my
own, for not believing in our friendship. For what I said in the hospital, I
didn't mean it Li, honest I didn't. I allowed all the pain and negativity
inside of me to fester and multiply until it was all I thought about. You are
the only one who has stood by me through the good and the bad, and you're still
standing by me." Lita watched as her friend expelled a huge sigh as if a
giant weight had just been lifted from her shoulders. "I'm sorry, Li, I'm
truly sorry."
**
Song Lyric's - Taking Over Me by
Evanescence
You don’t remember me
But I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard
Not to think of you
But who can decide what they
dream?
And dream I do...
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to
find you
I have to be with you to live,
to breathe
You're taking over me
Have you forgotten all I know
And all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for
you
And touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to
find you
I have to be with you, to live,
to breathe
You're taking over me
I look in the mirror and see
your face
If I look deep enough
So many things inside that are
Just like you are taking over...
**
Title: I'm Not Afraid
Series: Fallen
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: *R*
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything
WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Fic title is from the song 'My Last Breath' off
the album 'Fallen' by 'Evanescence.' Lyric's at the end of part 10.
Feedback: Is much appreciated.
'Denotes thought's and/or
emphasis'
"Denotes speech"
**
Part 10 of 11
**
Lita couldn't help but giggle at
the picture Trish made as she stood in the bathroom doorway, her duffle bag
slung over one shoulder and her free hand planted firmly on her hip.
"You're still not
ready?" The little blonde admonished as if she were scolding a small
child. "Lita, we have less then thirty minutes to get to the arena and you
haven't moved a muscle."
"Now, that's not
true," Lita spurted out in defence. "Only a minute ago I went to the
mini fridge for a bottle of water." she continued holding up the said item
for Trish's inspection, but the little spit fire was having none of it as she
dropped her bag to the floor and moved forward, seating herself on the small coffee
table directly in front of the red head.
"What aren't you telling
me?"
Lita couldn't help but sigh. She
hadn't wanted to hinder Trish's healing process with more bad news, so she had
kept the fact that her contract with Raw had been terminated a secret.
"Lita, come on, you're
starting to scare me." Trish smiled half heartedly but Lita could tell by
the way Trish chewed her bottom lip that she really was worried.
"I'm not coming to the
arena." Lita confessed meeting her friend’s eyes for the first time.
"Bischoff fired me."
"What?"
Lita shrugged indifferently, as
if it was the last thing on her mind and stood to her feet, pulling Trish up
with her. "It's no biggy, I'll watch your match here," she stated
pointing to the small TV monitor in the corner. "And when you come back
we'll go out and celebrate not only your return to the ring, but also your
win."
"Bischoff's ass you
will."
Lita was taken aback by the
ferocity in Trish's words. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." Trish
replied her eye's flashing in determination. "You better get what you need
because you are coming with me," she stated walking back to retrieve her
bag before crossing the room and yanking the hotel door open. "Even if I
have to carry your cute butt there myself."
Lita's eyes were like saucers
but the hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth at her friend’s
outburst. "But Bischoff fired me."
"So, I'm hiring you."
Lita's smile got bigger.
"You're hiring me?"
Trish returned her smile.
"That's right. In the past few minutes I have decided that I need someone
gutsy and cute in my corner, someone who's a crowd favourite who will and has
stuck by me through thick and thin." She quirked her brow and motioned
with a wave of her hand to the open doorway. "So, what'ya say? You up for
walking a certain blonde Canadian down to ring side?"
**
Christian paced the floor space
outside of the locker room he shared with Jericho for the night. He had no idea
what to expect once he opened that door and walked in, having awoken this
morning to find himself alone, a haphazardly scrawled note in Jericho's hand
taped to the digital alarm clock sitting beside his bed. That same note now
clasped between his fingers as he continued to pace.
Junior
Needed time to myself
Meet you at the arena
Don’t worry
Chris
'Don’t worry.' The note stated.
'How can I not worry?' he thought. 'Telling me not to worry is a sure fire way
of making me worry!'
The last time Chris had taken
off leaving only a note, he had arrived at the arena drunk as a fart and there
hadn't been a god damn thing he could do when Jericho had taken it upon himself
to interrupt Molly's match against Jackie Gayda, merely to tell her in no
uncertain terms exactly what he thought of her, not only costing her the match
but also reducing her to tears, something no one had ever achieved in the tough
as nail's Women's Champion.
Gail had wisely kept herself
busy backstage away from all the commotion, but Bischoff on the other hand was
another story, laying down the law by threatening to fire them both if either
one of them stepped out of line again.
'Both!' his mind screamed. 'Not
just Jericho, but your sorry ass as well.' Christian closed his eye’s and
silently counted to ten, promising himself that whatever Jericho had planned,
he would make damn sure Bischoff wasn't around to see it. 'Didn't take a brain
surgeon to see that Bischoff was still smarting over the fact that 'he' had
left with Lita the night she had been fired.'
"Hey bro, where you been? I
was just about to come find you."
Christian could only stare as
the door he'd been pacing in front of for the past fifteen minutes opened and
Chris appeared in the flesh. At least he hoped it was Chris. He shook his head
and rubbed at his eyes, maybe it was just a trick of the light or something,
but when again he looked up at the man still standing in the doorway his mouth
once again fell open.
"Chris?"
The man before him rolled his
eye's. "Of course Chris, who were you expecting? Ronald McDonald?"
"Y... you... what-"
"You like?" Jericho
cut in stepping out of the doorway to do a little twirl in the middle of the
hallway causing his trade mark glittery shirt to sway.
"Y... you look-"
"Like the old Chris
Jericho?" he cut in again.
Christian nodded, frowned,
stroked his chin, and then shook his head. Despite the obvious differences
between *this* Jericho and the one who had been traipsing in and out of Drunksville
for the past few months, there was a certain gleam in his eye's. A gleam that
Christian had never seen before, it wasn't the cocky self assured
I'm-the-king-of-the-world gleam either. This was different. *He* was different.
"I'll take your silence as
a good thing, shall I?" Jericho chuckled as he stepped back into the room.
"I woke up this morning..." he stopped in the middle of the locker
room and turned back to see Christian still standing out in the hallway.
"Well, you coming in or what?"
"Oh, right," Christian
nodded, his expression still one of bemusement as he stepped into the room and
shut the door.
"As I was saying,"
Chris continued. "I woke this morning with the strangest feeling, right
here," He pointed to his chest as he spoke. "I found myself walking,
and walking, I didn't even know where I was going, just let my feet take me
where ever, gave me time to think about things, a lot of things concerning my
life and my future. You could say I did a whole heap of soul searching and between
waking up this morning and arriving here at the arena I found myself again,
well half of me anyway."
Christian remained silent,
letting his friend have his say.
"I guess what I'm trying to
say is thank you. Thank you for being my conscience, for putting up with my
drunken ass ways and most of all for being my friend."
Christian looked down at the
hand Jericho had extended towards him in friendship before yanking on it,
pulling Jericho in for a hug.
"You don’t have to thank
me, bro," Christian said moving back, a mile wide grin on his face.
"A wise person once said to me that being there for someone in there time
of need, is what best friends do."
Jericho cocked a brow.
"Lita?"
Christian's grin grew wider.
"Lita." he repeated clapping his friend on the shoulder.
"But," he continued. "What I don’t get is you said you had found
half of you."
"Yeah," Jericho
confirmed with a nod. "Wether I find my other half all depends on the
outcome of tonight."
"Trish?"
Jericho's gaze grew serious and
he nodded. "Trish."
**
Song Lyric's - My Last Breath by
Evanescence
Hold on to me love
You know I can't stay long
All I wanted to say was I love
you and I'm not afraid
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me in your arms?
Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you?
Sweet rapture light
It ends here tonight
I'll miss the winter
A world of fragile things
Look for me in the white forest
Hiding in a hollow tree (come
find me)
I know you hear me
I can taste it in your tears
Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you?
Sweet rapture light
It ends here tonight
Closing your eyes to disappear
You pray your dreams will leave
you here
But still you wake to know the
truth
No one's there
Say goodnight
Don't be afraid
Calling me, calling me as you
fade to black
**
Title: Bring Me Back To Life
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: *R*
Disclaimer: Everything WWE
belongs to Vince McMahon. Fic title is from the song 'Bring Me Back to Life' by
'Evanescence'. Song lyric's follow at end. Final in the 'Fallen' series.
Feedback: Is much appreciated
and loved.
**
Part 11 of 11
**
"Trish?"
She turned and there eye's met
before hers darted away shyly. She knew this time would come. Had prayed it
would.
"Chris... hey..."
He took her response as a good
sign and inched a step closer.
"Hey," he smiled.
"Ah... how have you been?"
She wanted to look up, to look
into his eyes, but she was afraid of what she might see there so instead she
focused on his boots as he stood a few feet away from her.
"I'm good..." she
spoke softly, so softly he nearly didn't hear her. "...now." she
smiled wanly. "I guess you heard about-"
"Yes," he cut in
seeing how visibly she sunk into herself, her arms wrapping around her middle
as if protecting herself from the memory of what she had tried to do. "The
original CD, should be fun." he continued purposely changing the subject.
Her eye's flittered up then,
confusion settled within there depths.
"Ah, I just wanted to wish
you luck tonight with your match. " he continued when she remained silent.
"Oh... thanks."
He watched as she shifted
restlessly from one foot to the other. 'Why couldn't he think of anything to
say?' he asked himself. Usually 'he' of all people was never at a loss for
words.
"Well, I better go see
what’s taking Lita so long." she pointed towards the exit doors. "She
left something in our rental car."
His head snapped up at her
words, his eyebrows joining in the middle. 'That’s exactly what Christian had
said to him, which was why he was here now, to look for his wayward friend.
"Yeah…" he said
looking towards the car park as well.
'Tell her you love her.'
"…I better go find
Christian."
She nodded.
Neither one moved.
"Well, good luck tonight.'
he continued.
'Tell her you love her!'
"Thanks, good luck to you
too." she smiled and surprised herself as well as him when she reached out
and gave his hand a squeeze.
Both their gazes seemed honed in
on her action and as if of there own accord his fingers curled around hers,
keeping her hand in place when she made to with drawl it.
His eyes darted to her mouth as
the tip of her tongue snaked out to wet her lower lip and he couldn't help the
shaky breath that passed through his own.
"Trish..."
She didn't know wether he had
truly said her name or wether she had dreamed he had, all she knew was that he
was tugging on her hand, pulling her to him.
And she was letting him.
Her eyes closed and her lips
parted slightly as he dipped him head, she waited for the familiar feel of his
lips on hers, but it never came. She opened her eyes and stared straight into
his own, he leaned forward a bit more till his forehead was resting lightly on
hers, his lips just a breath away.
"Not here..." he
whispered, his breathing hurried. "Come with me, now... please..."
"Where?"
"I don’t know...
somewhere... my locker room, just come..."
"But lita-"
"Please Trish..."
By the look in his eyes there
was no doubt as to why he wanted her to follow him and no shock to her to
realise that she wanted to go. After everything that had happened, she was
still in love with Chris Jericho.
"Okay." she whispered
feeling more alive now then she ever had before.
Her quiet affirmation was like a
green light flashing 'GO' in his head and without realising it he half dragged
her down the remainder of the hallway where she had been waiting for Lita and
on towards his locker room.
**
Her lips teased his, tasting,
wanting, treasuring... and he was putty in her hands. He groaned as her tongue
darted out to trace the outline of his mouth, slowly sucking in his bottom lips
between her teeth before lapping at the swell her action had caused once his
lip was released.
"Baby..."
"Shhh..." she cooed,
her lips going to his throat to play with his Adams apple. His hands tangled in
her hair as her lips slipped lower, gasping when he felt her tongue slide over
his nipple. Her teeth nipping on the tight bud before her mouth slid across to
the other one.
He tried to pull her up. *He*
had wanted to be the aggressor. Had wanted to show her how much he cherished
her, how much he loved her. But she was having none of it, merely shoved him
back against a row of lockers as her tongue continued down to play havoc within
his navel.
And then, when her hands had
found there way inside to waistband of his tights and proceeded to peel them
down over his hips he lost all thought as her tongue touched and teased the
place all men loved to be touched and teased.
He had no idea how he managed to
stay on his feet, but one thing was for sure, she could damn well be the
'aggressor' anytime she damn well wanted to!
He wanted to arch into her mouth
as she took all of him in, but resisted having already vowed she would find her
release before him. He eased himself from her hold and couldn't help but smile
down at her when her bottom lip jutted out.
"No, my sweet," he pulled
her up flush against his body till his lips found hers. Kicking off his
wrestling tights as they lay tangled around his feet.
'Hmmm, when had he removed his
boots?' He had no idea and frankly, right now he didn't really give a shit, not
when he had the woman of his dreams in his arms playing a game of 'who's tongue
could snake down who's throat the furtherest'.
She won. And he had no qualms
what so ever about giving her a reward.
His tongue trailed down the
valley between her breasts, his hands moving up under her shirt, his fingers
fisting in the material, pulling it taut across her breasts, his tongue
flicking over the peaks through the material before pulling it up over her
head.
She groaned as his tongue worked
its magic, her cries of pleasure heightening his own painful need. His tongue
teased and suckled at her nipples till they swelled even more with her arousal
and she pouted yet again when he shifted his attention away from her nipples
and he swore there and then that no man but him would ever see 'that' pout
again.
Not yet finished with his
exploration though, his tongue found her navel, his hands caressing as he
rolled her tiny shorts down her legs where she obligingly stepped out of them.
His hands moved back up to her hips, holding her in place as his teeth tugged
on the waistband of her thong, pulling it down with a growl.
He blew on her mound and
practically preened at the feel of her quiver beneath his hands. He slipped a
finger inside her and then another and watched the display of pleasure that lit
up her face like fireworks.
She cried out again and again as
he worshipped her with his tongue and she swore rather un-lady like when he
purposely pulled back just when she was about to plummet over the edge.
"Please..." she
whispered arching herself into him.
He stool to his feet and lifted
her, bracing them both against the lockers.
"Please..." she
whispered again wrapping her legs around his waist.
"You have to know..."
he breathed, striving for control. "I didn't plan for this happen when I
came in here."
"I know," she replied
hurriedly, her lips on his throat again.
"I knew 'he' would take her
back to our locker room..." he continued.
"I know," she rolled
her eyes at him before her mouth descended again.
"There's something else you
should know," he continued, his hips pushing against hers even though he
had yet to enter her.
"What's that?" she
asked, biting his shoulder.
"I love you."
She stopped and lifted her head
to look at him, seeing the truth of his words reflected in his eyes.
"You love me?"
"More then life
itself."
And with a quick jerk of his
hips he entered her, her cries of passion urging him on as he took them both to
the brink and beyond.
"I love you too,
Christian." Lita whispered into his ear as they both rode the final wave
into oblivion.
**
"What the hell is going on
here!"
The General Manager of Raw was
given a wide girth as he stormed through the backstage hallways of the arena.
"This is the worst night of
my life! I'll be lucky if I get to keep my job after tonight!"
"I'm sure it won’t come to
that-" Jonathan Coachman tried to sooth his irate boss.
"Won’t come to that? WON’T
COME TO THAT!" Eric shrieked turning his heated gaze on a now sputtering
Coach. "Three wrestlers never appeared for there matches. Three
wrestlers!" he repeated holding up a finger for each digit. "Count
them, one, two, three. All main cards. All crowd pleasers. Linda McMahon hears
about this and my ass is on the pavement! What the hell are you looking
at?" Eric's words lodged themselves in his throat as he turned to see why
all of a sudden Coaches eyes were as big as saucers. "Li... Li... Linda,
you're here. Wh... What a surprise."
Linda McMahon smiled.
"Hello Eric."
"I... I was just about to
call you..." he said turning back to the Coach who began to vouch for his
boss.
"Well, as you can see Eric.
Somebody already did. And before you go on and dig yourself even deeper into
the hole you slivered up out of, there's a few things we need to clear
up."
Eric Bischoff visibly deflated.
"Number 1 - this 'is'
indeed the worst night of your life. Number 2 - You 'will' be lucky if you still
have a job after tonight." she looked over Bischoff's shoulder, "As
will you." the Coach cringed as Linda continued. "And number 3 - 3
wrestlers Eric?"
"I can explain-" Eric
protested but Linda shushed him with an up raised palm.
She shook her head. "Not 3,
Eric. '4'. As far as I'm concerned the 4th one was never fired. 4 wrestlers are
a no show. Two of whom brought some very disturbing news to my attention. News
I should have been informed of immediately.
"I meant to, I've just been
so busy-"
"And lastly," Linda
cut him off again waving for the 4 security men who had been standing off to
the side. "As for the pavement? Both your ass's are already there. Show
them out boys."
Linda waved goodbye to both Eric
and Coach as they were escorted from the building.
"Couldn't of done a better
job myself."
Linda smiled up at the man who
came out of the shadows to stand beside her.
"Thank you Steve."
"What do you wanna do about
the other 4?" he asked with a grin.
Her smile widened. "Leave
them where they are, they've suffered enough because of Bischoff's ego."
She reached into the inside of
her jacket pocket and pulled forth a couple of door signs that read 'DO NOT
DISTURB'.
"But first I think we
better hang these on a couple of locker room doors. Don’t want any of the
cleaning staff going into cardiac arrest, now do we."
Steve Austin chuckled as he fell
into step beside the CEO of World Wrestling Entertainment.
"You’re the boss."
**
End Series
**
Song lyric's - Bring me To Life
(bliss mix) by 'Evanescence'
How can you see into my eyes
like open doors?
Leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb
Without a soul my spirits
sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find that there and
lead it back home
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from
the dark
Bid my blood to run before I
come undone
Save me from the nothing I've
become
Now that I know what I'm without
You can’t just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from
the dark
Bid my blood to run before I
come undone
Save me from the nothing I've
become
Frozen inside without your touch
without your love
Darling only you are the life
among the dead
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from
the dark
Bid my blood to run before I
come undone
Save me from the nothing I've
become
I've been sleeping 1000 years it
seems
Got to open my eyes to
everything
Don’t let me die here
Bring me to life
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from
the dark
Bid my blood to run before I
come undone
Save me from the nothing I've
become
**
End Series
**