First things first.

WARNING: FEMSLASH TRISH/ LITA

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. I do not own the names of any characters in this story. WWE and Vince McMahon thank you for not suing me in advance.

This story is going to take place during 2001-2002. It will go back between Raw and Smackdown amng more locations that I will later clarify.

Lita began to lace up her boots as quickly as she could. She had a big match tonight, and was finally going to get her hands on a title shot that she so much deserved. As of lately, Lita had been a bit distracted and it was apparent to everyone, especially to her best friend Jeff.

A week prior Jeff had been concerned and asked what had been bothering Lita. She tried to deny that anything was wrong, but Jeff knew her so well, and this she knew. After a few moments of Jeff pushing her, she finally blurted out the name that left them both astonished, "Trish".

Jeff's eye widened as her turned to his best friend to see her staring back at him with a similar expression upon her face. With just a name Jeff whole demeanor changed. "You mean Trish…as in Trish Stratus?" Lita shook her head. "What's she doing here? No. Why is she here?" he asked fully knowing the answer to his own questions.

A week before had been one half of the WWE draft, on Smackdown. Jeff and Lita had been drafted to Raw, thus leaving Matt behind to fend for himself. They didn't now Trish was going to be drafting to Raw with them; it wasn't announce on Smackdown. Lita had only found out on the day she told Jeff. She had been making her way to the locker room and she heard a familiar laugh from around the corner. She stuck her head out, and there she was, Trish Stratus. They knew losing Matt was bad, but gaining Trish was worse. It's not that either of them disliked Trish per se.

In fact, Jeff was quite a fan. He thought she was gorgeous, a bombshell, much like every other guy on the roster, but to his surprise she wasn't much into guys. Exactly she wasn't into guys at all. He found this out about a month and a half ago, and swore not to tell anyone. He could remember it like it was yesterday. Lita had just lost a mix tag team match and her partner completely was to blame. It would have never happened if Vince wasn't being such a dick. Team Extreme had been on a great winning streak. Lita figured that Trish had gone to Vince's office to sit on daddy's lap to set the whole thing up. It was Lita and Chris Jericho vs. Trish and Albert. Jericho had the match won only to be distracted by the blonde bombshell and Albert to take advantage of the perfect opportunity.

"I am so tired of that witch", Lita yelled once she was completely in the Hardy's locker room. "She always gets what she wants."
"Who?" Jeff asked emerging from mini fridge his head apparently had been stuck in. "Who else?" she spat. He knew damn well who she was talking about.
"Look it's not Trish's fault. It was Jericho's fault" he stopped to point to instant replay being shown on the monitor. "Dang man can't keep his eyes in his head. Sure Trish is pretty, and hot, and her body…yum…and yum…"
Lita stared at the guy practically drooling in front of her. "Hey, Earth to Jeff." She said snapping her finger in front of him before moving her hand back to massage her shoulder. "You are something else you know that?"
Jeff chuckled, "What? A guy can't help himself." He said with a smirk now on his face. "Hey, would it upset you if I asked could you put in a good word for me?"
"Ha, you don't have a shot buddy", a grin now taking up a significant part of her face.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Jeff gasped as the words left his mouth. His hand now lightly placed on his chest, "You don't think I'm her type? Sure I don't have money like Vince, or big roid muscles like the other guys, but I am damn good looking… hell I'm pretty!" Lita raised her eyebrow at the multi- hair boy now standing in front of her with his hands on his hips. "Yea I said. I am one pretty man." He said raising his head before adding "and you know it."
"Uh it's not like that", she paused grabbing Jeff's arm to pull him back down to the sofa. "In fact I don't think any guy has a chance, Vince included".
Jeff didn't quite get what she was trying to say, and Lita could sense the wheels spinning in his head, hell she could practically hear them. Once it was taking too long for it to register with Jeff, Lita figured it would be a lot easier and less time consuming if she just told him "good news" herself.

People have always heard that Trish slept her way to the top, and that was true. She slept her way to the top, but not with Vince, or any other guy for that matter; she slept with almost every girl on the roster. When Lita told Jeff this "news" it left him with a grin upon his face, and a slight tingle in trousers. Much to say, Lita bring Jeff back to Earth with a few slaps as he thought about Trish and the women she's been with. Guys, Lita thought to herself while shaking her head.

Lita didn't care that Trish slept her way to the top manipulating girls, getting them to do whatever she want. Hey if that's how she got her kicks then so be it, but the one thing that worried Lita was the fact that she knew she was destined to be next. Trish had yet to sink her claws into her, and Lita was going to do everything in her power to make sure of it. Sure it is easy to say these things, but as soon as Trish entered a room she could make you forget everything; your hopes, your dreams, your passions. Lita had to admit; Trish was mesmerizing, charming, and the way she flaunted her sexuality drove her crazy. She was even surprised she managed to stick it out this long.

Since day one, Lita knew the blonde yearned to sink her viper teeth into her. She's fought her off for so long. She was hoping Raw would be her chance to get away from Trish, and regain her focus on what really mattered to her, the Women's Championship.

"Don't worry about her Li" Jeff said grabbing the redhead's shoulders. "You've stuck it out this long. You can do it" he said looking Lita's dark eyes. They stood there staring at each other for a moment and then... "I'll just avoid her", a great idea soon came to mind. "I just won't see her. I won't look at her. I won't speak to her. I won't even get close" she said jumping off the couch and heading towards the door.
"Huh? But…wait Lita you know that won't…" before Jeff could finish his word the redhead was already gone "it won't work".

Lita has apparently succeeded in avoiding the blonde. She was going to wait for Jeff to accompany her to the ring, but wanted to make her way to the stage as soon as possible, and avoid the vixen at all cost. She was pumped; she was ready. Lita made her way to the door and before she could grab the doorknob someone on the other side had already beat her to it…

To be continued.

I know this is starting off a little slow, but I wanted to set the mood first. :P
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