AN: This was a plot I had for about a year now. I made two video's regarding it and decided to turn it into a fanfic. It has two parts, one with Trish and Chris; another with Trish and Jeff. I personally love the pairings and hope you enjoy them as much as I do. (:

Part One: Trish/Chris

Chapter 1: Screwed Over

Soaking up the Miami sun, WWE Diva Trish Stratus was listening to her best friend Lita talking about a minor bump she took in her match with Jazz that past Monday on RAW.

"My nose was killing me, who knew she had such hard feet? It's ironic because it never realized how much it hurts until like an hour after the match when I sneezed…"

Trish smiled at the Miami sunset. It had been the city she was in for this week, and she had to admit she wanted to stay longer. But after the show tomorrow she was off to Wisconsin. Sometimes she hated the crazy schedule that came with the job she loved.

"And Matt," Lita playfully rolled her eyes after she said her boyfriend's name, "was so overprotective of me. He wouldn't let me do anything. I even had to ask to use the bathroom." The redhead lightly chuckled.

"Aww, he just cares about you, that's all" finally replied the blonde after she snapped out of her little daydream.

"I know I love him so much" the Queen of Extreme found started blushing.

"I can only imagine"

"You know, Trish…" Lita started. Trish knew what was coming as she rolled her eyes under her sunglasses. "I've never seen you with anyone in like forever. Don't you ever think of dating?"

"I'm trying to focus on my career, you know that" the Canadian Beauty started, "And besides, all the guys are the same. Childish."

"That doesn't mean you can't try. There are a lot of fish in the sea. Especially how much we travel, you're bound to find someone."

"I'm sorry, I'm just not interested. The only thing I'm loving for a long time is that woman's championship that I'm yet to win."

"If you say so" Lita said with a sarcastic smile. She had a big feeling Trish going to change her mind pretty soon. She always does. "But I think that it's time we head back to the hotel. It's getting dark now"

"Right behind ya"

Both the blond and the redhead packed up their things and headed back to their hotel room.

Trish topped off her day with a soothing bubble bath sipping a glass of wine. It was her idea of relaxing. A day at the beach listening to the ocean waves and watching the sunset, then spending her night taking a nice long bubble bath. What could have been better?

After she was done, she slipped into her silk nightgown and headed off the sleep. She had a championship match with Molly Holly tomorrow.

Molly's theme faded and the bell soon rung. You bitch mouthed Trish. Slut mouthed Molly back. The two started getting in each other's faces and argued before the referee broke up the attachment.

The match finally started with a couple of holes and right hands by Trish. Then the tables started to turn when Molly slammed Trish's face in the mat, holding her by her hair. Boos started to circulate, getting Molly even angrier. She started again by stomping Trish out. Going for the count, 1…2… but Trish kicked out. She got up slowly countered on Molly's kick supported by the ropes, sending her falling on the floor. As Molly got up, Trish got in a dropkick. 1…2…kick out. Trish tried to counter a closeline but it was ducked and countered a kick in the back. Trish held her lowed back and turned around to receive a kick in the face and fell to the floor. 1…2… Molly was getting a little annoyed and sent a kick to the stomach.

Sending a mean taunt to the crowd, Molly continued her work by throwing Trish outside the ring. Trish hit the ground with a thud. The brunette rolled out the ring trying to dominate more, but Trish fought back and quickly got up. Kicking Molly in her torso, Trish gained her momentum back. But too soon as Molly ran her into the steps, slamming her pretty face in it too.

Molly wasn't done as she picked Trish up in the air for a snap suplex. Trish's body hit the harsh floor. 7…8... The referee called. Molly quickly ran herself into the ring and the referee continued the count. Trish was still on the floor trying to get up. 9…10… The man in stripes signaled a count out and Molly's theme music played.

The winner of this match by count out and still the woman's champion, Molly Holly. The boos got louder and Molly decided she wasn't done yet. She rolled out the ring and grabbed Trish by her hair and rolled her into the ring. Picking her up for her a DDT on the championship, the boos got even louder. Boom. Trish just laid there as Molly made her exit. Surely this wasn't a good day for Trish.

Holding her head Trish walked ragingly back stage. And by the look on her face, it wasn't hard to tell who she was looking for. One title shot, lost. Just like that. She continued walking until she ran into a broad figure, making her fall to the ground.

"Woah there" a voice said looking down at the helpless blond.

"Why won't you watch where you're going!" Trish's was voice raging but somehow calmed down when she looked up to see who it was. Blond hair tied back into a ponytail, shiny ring attire. It was none other than Chris Jericho.

"You should pay more attention you nearly ran me down" Jericho replied.

"You're to talk" Trish chuckled. "It felt like I ran into a wall … with skin"

Jericho laughed lightly. "I think you should get up now"

"Oh yeah, that" Trish didn't realize she was still on the floor.

"Lemme help you out there" he extended his arm, in which Trish took, and pulled her up.

The blond held her head that was still hurting. Her rapid movement made her headache sting.

"You're bleeding" The first Undisputed Champion looked closer squinting his eyes a little.

Trish sighed, "Great more good news" she said sarcastically.

"I think you should go to the doctor"

"I'm fine" she said harshly, after realizing her tone she took a deep breath, "I just want to go home"

"Better safe than sorry"

"I think I'm already sorry enough…"

Jericho didn't know what else to say, so he stayed silent. It was pretty clear that the girl was in a bad state of mind right now he didn't want to make it any worst.

Trish looked up and saw his awkward facial expression, "I'm sorry I…I'm just mad. I should just stop feeling sorry for myself …"

"Don't worry, I know how you feel. I've been in your mood before"

"Did you feel as much as a failure as I do?"

"Trish, you're not a failure. You just got screwed over. It wasn't your fault"

Trish smiled weakly; she never realized how nice Y2J could be. "Maybe I'll go to the doctor after all"

"I'll come with you. I mean if you want me to"

"I don't want to be a burden"

"A burden? Never. I just hate seeing beautiful girls so depressed" he offered a smile.

Trish smiled back. "Then yeah, I'd like it if you'd come with me"

"Then let's go"

AN: I felt that the chapters were a bit blurry and not to the point. So I revised and edited it so this is v2 of it. Also, please review so I know someone is listening. /: I'm so behind this story and I would suck if I was talking to myself. Thank you. (: