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Prologue: Bets
"It's a deal then?" His best friend, Chris Jericho, asked Randy Orton.
"A hundred bucks." He replied as he shook Chris' hand, confirming the deal.
Chris smirked, thinking how the ending of this would play out.
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"A whole day of shopping, me carrying the bags, and its all my treat!" Trish Stratus offered for the last time. "That is, if you win."
Stacy Keibler looked at her, smirking. "A whole day of shopping, you carrying the bags, and its all your treat. When I win." She corrected, checking her reflection in the mirror.
"Whatever!" Trish said, extending her hand and offering a handshake.
"Okay!" Stacy replied, shaking Trish's hand and sealing the deal.
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It was a couple of hours after Monday Night Raw and most of the roster went to a club to have a good time.
Stacy looked at him as he surveyed his eyes to the crowd on the dance floor, the guy Trish has chosen to be her target. He was hanging out with a couple of his friends on the roster.
Stacy casually made her way to the dance floor and started dancing, making sure she caught his attention. She glanced at him a couple of times and knew she was watching her.
Slowly, he made his way to the dance floor, heading towards her. Upon reaching her, he danced along with the diva. "Hey!" he sort-of shouted, enough for her to hear through the blaring music.
"Hi!" she replied seductively as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, smiling her angelic smile and mixing a king of good/bad girl look while looking at the face of none other than Randy Orton.