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He came back. My big red came back! And on Raw! Why? Could it be to be with me?! I don't know! But everytime his music would hit, I'd get a worried feeling through out my body. I mean, he's changed. But for the good. The only question is, does he still love me?
--- Flash Back ---
There we were. SIn the ring. Together. Who would've ever thought that Kane would care for someone with such a soiled reputation such as myself, Trish Stratus?! And yet, he did. I admit, I've done some pretty nasty things to get to where I am today, I wish that I haven't. But now, I'm laying in the middle of the ring with Kane leaning over me. He picks me up, after saving me from a brutal attack from Molly Holly, William Regal, and Molly's boyfriend Christopher Nowinski. I wish they would die, or at least leave me alone. Well they hurt me. Molly hit me with a chair, and then Kane came to me rescue. Next thing I know, He's carrying me backstage, and the fans all love it. But isn't he the Big Red Machine? He doesn't have feelings. He's a monster. Ever since he was betrayed by X-Pac and Tori, he never was nice to anyone, except the red devil, The Undertaker. Why's he paying attention to me? I'm just a girl...who used her body to her benefit. But I guess he cared for me. Well...he took me backstage. To his locker room, and locked us...together in his locker room. He was a big fellow, but very gentle. He wasn't rough to me at all. Well he layed me on the couch, and just stared at me. I smiled at him, and then next thing you know, we're...an item.
--- Present ---
I think the question is, does he still love me? I mean, he got injuried, and I haven't seen him since. I tryed to get in contact with him, but he didn't leave a phone number, address, or anything. All I could do was hope that he watched me on Raw, and see how lonely I was. I missed him. I really did. I figured that I might as well go see him. After all, what's the worst that could happen? So I got out of the Women's Locker room, and walked down the hallway, looking for his locker room. One the way there, I ran into Chris Jericho. I hated him. Ever since he got a big male ego, he always thought that he could have me.
"Hey there, sexy." Chris said.
"Don't call me that." I yelled.
He took a step towards me, and kept getting closer until my back was against the wall. My chest was pressed up against his. He forced my chin up, so I had to look him in the eyes. He was such a cruel person.
"Look, I know you feel it. We were meant to be together Trish. I want you. And just because you 'think' that you're in love with a guy with not only a burnt face, but burnt balls..."
I don't know what came over me. But before he could finish his sentence, I slapped him hard across the face. He held his cheek for a little, just starring at me. I was preparing myself for the worst. Or so I thought. I thought he'd kick my ass. But instead, he held my hands above my head, and kissed me. It was a horrible, sloppy, kiss, that seemed to last forever. However, what made it worst, was that Kane saw us. Kane walked out of his locker room, flowers in his hands, and stopped dead in his tracks. Oh, I saw him, and couldn't do anything. Jericho was smart. He had his legs against mine, so I couldn't kick him, and he held my arms, so I couldn't move. All I could do was stare at Kane. He was wearing his mask, but oh, the look in his eyes. If I didn't know better, I'd say that he was starting to cry. He turned around, and looked at the ground, and dropped the bouquet of flowers on the ground before entering his locker room. That's all I needed to know. My question was answered. Kane remebered me. He loved me. He cared about me. And because of the man who's kissing me right now, I hurt the man I loved. It didn't seem fair. Life wasn't fair. Finally Chris Jericho broke the kiss.
"Well, I'm sure that just helped out your boyfriend's confidence." He laughed.
With tears streaming down my cheeks, I looked up at him, with hate in my eyes. "You knew! I knew it! This was a stupid and dirty trick of yours! It's your fault that Kane saw this! There's nothing going on between you and me! And nothing ever will happen! Ever!" I yelled, before running off down the hallway.
He came back. My big red came back! And on Raw! Why? Could it be to be with me?! I don't know! But everytime his music would hit, I'd get a worried feeling through out my body. I mean, he's changed. But for the good. The only question is, does he still love me?
--- Flash Back ---
There we were. SIn the ring. Together. Who would've ever thought that Kane would care for someone with such a soiled reputation such as myself, Trish Stratus?! And yet, he did. I admit, I've done some pretty nasty things to get to where I am today, I wish that I haven't. But now, I'm laying in the middle of the ring with Kane leaning over me. He picks me up, after saving me from a brutal attack from Molly Holly, William Regal, and Molly's boyfriend Christopher Nowinski. I wish they would die, or at least leave me alone. Well they hurt me. Molly hit me with a chair, and then Kane came to me rescue. Next thing I know, He's carrying me backstage, and the fans all love it. But isn't he the Big Red Machine? He doesn't have feelings. He's a monster. Ever since he was betrayed by X-Pac and Tori, he never was nice to anyone, except the red devil, The Undertaker. Why's he paying attention to me? I'm just a girl...who used her body to her benefit. But I guess he cared for me. Well...he took me backstage. To his locker room, and locked us...together in his locker room. He was a big fellow, but very gentle. He wasn't rough to me at all. Well he layed me on the couch, and just stared at me. I smiled at him, and then next thing you know, we're...an item.
--- Present ---
I think the question is, does he still love me? I mean, he got injuried, and I haven't seen him since. I tryed to get in contact with him, but he didn't leave a phone number, address, or anything. All I could do was hope that he watched me on Raw, and see how lonely I was. I missed him. I really did. I figured that I might as well go see him. After all, what's the worst that could happen? So I got out of the Women's Locker room, and walked down the hallway, looking for his locker room. One the way there, I ran into Chris Jericho. I hated him. Ever since he got a big male ego, he always thought that he could have me.
"Hey there, sexy." Chris said.
"Don't call me that." I yelled.
He took a step towards me, and kept getting closer until my back was against the wall. My chest was pressed up against his. He forced my chin up, so I had to look him in the eyes. He was such a cruel person.
"Look, I know you feel it. We were meant to be together Trish. I want you. And just because you 'think' that you're in love with a guy with not only a burnt face, but burnt balls..."
I don't know what came over me. But before he could finish his sentence, I slapped him hard across the face. He held his cheek for a little, just starring at me. I was preparing myself for the worst. Or so I thought. I thought he'd kick my ass. But instead, he held my hands above my head, and kissed me. It was a horrible, sloppy, kiss, that seemed to last forever. However, what made it worst, was that Kane saw us. Kane walked out of his locker room, flowers in his hands, and stopped dead in his tracks. Oh, I saw him, and couldn't do anything. Jericho was smart. He had his legs against mine, so I couldn't kick him, and he held my arms, so I couldn't move. All I could do was stare at Kane. He was wearing his mask, but oh, the look in his eyes. If I didn't know better, I'd say that he was starting to cry. He turned around, and looked at the ground, and dropped the bouquet of flowers on the ground before entering his locker room. That's all I needed to know. My question was answered. Kane remebered me. He loved me. He cared about me. And because of the man who's kissing me right now, I hurt the man I loved. It didn't seem fair. Life wasn't fair. Finally Chris Jericho broke the kiss.
"Well, I'm sure that just helped out your boyfriend's confidence." He laughed.
With tears streaming down my cheeks, I looked up at him, with hate in my eyes. "You knew! I knew it! This was a stupid and dirty trick of yours! It's your fault that Kane saw this! There's nothing going on between you and me! And nothing ever will happen! Ever!" I yelled, before running off down the hallway.