Disclaimers: I do not own the WWE...Vince McMahon does.
Sorry! Its been months since I wrote this fanfic...School was in the way. And I'm continuing! D
Trish waited anxiously for her date, Randy Orton himself. They both decided to meet at a fancy diner, somewhere quiet, where they can relax and just talk. Trish pulled out her cell phone and gave a phone call to her friend, Lita. "Amy, I've been waiting for, like, five minutes! I just can't wait any longer. I mean, c'mon! I'd give up the Women's Champion to be with this guy right now." Trish said, actually telling the truth. "Just be patient, man. The man's just taking his time. And I can't believe you said you'd give up your championship for him. Hah." Lita replied. "Ah! Here he comes. I'll call you later tonight! 'Kay? Bye!" Trish was jumping with joy in her seat.
Randy arrived dressed in his regular tuxedo, just like that similar to when he was general manager. "Hey there, Ms. Stratus. Sorry for the waiting. There were hardly any taxis." Randy apologized to her. "It's no problem. Oh please, just call me Trish. I'd feel old if someone calls me "Ms." anytime." Trish notified him. He just couldn't help it. He glared at her face. She was gorgeous. Her blonde hair was attractive. No wonder she was nicknamed the blonde-bombshell. The woman was a fitness model, he thought. "Is she too good for me already?" He kept asking himself. "Where is the freakin' waiter? He should be here by now." Trish complained. She saw a waiter serving another table. "Hey, we've been here for ten minutes, and we're ready to order our food." Randy ordered the waiter. I'm very sorry, sir. What would your table like to order?" Randy and Trish both ordered the same dish special. "Hah, thanks, Randy. So, I heard you going out Stacy behind the cameras before? Was that true?" Trish asked curiously. Randy blushed. "Umm…actually we did. But…I mean…It's not like…We don't see each other anymore. Just…acquainted." Randy answered her. "Stace and I are still good friends, but it was just hilarious how she took that bump when you RKO'd her. We laughed about it for weeks." Trish giggled about that moment, while Randy explained how they trained the angle.
The waiter arrived with the tray of food they've ordered. "Here are your dishes. Please enjoy your dinner, and have a good night." The waiter wished to them. "Thank you, sir." said Randy. The couple looked prepared to just jump in and eat their food. It was a huge steak, along with coleslaw and mash potatoes with gravy. "This steak is well cooked. Not too burned. But the gravy is so "watery." Trish told Randy. "Gee, Trish. You like to complain much." Randy jokingly said. "Randy! Gosh…Go ahead, be harsh." Trish, sarcastically, said. "Trish, you know I'm kidding." Randy hugged Trish. "I love you." said Trish.
After finishing their food, they paid tip, and just walked out. "It was a great night out, Randy. Thanks for taking me out." Trish told Randy. She seemed so happy, as if she's never been out before. "It was no problem at all, Trish. We need to go out more often." Randy said. "How's tomorrow?" asked Trish. After all, there were no shows, no live shows. "Sounds great. I'll see you tomorrow morning." "I'll see you tomorrow, Randy." Trish gave Randy the peck on the lip. "Good night, Trish."
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