A/N: I'm probably never posting this story at that retarded time ever again. I think I put it up at like eight in the morning. Wow, that was dumb of me. I apologize for that. Vince's intentions (as in being good or bad) should be revealed somewhat in this chapter.

"Mr. McMahon," Shawn started, thinking he was in some serious trouble with his boss for messing with his son, "is there a problem with me talking to Shane?"

"Problem? First of all, there's no problem. And second, I think we've known each other long enough, have been friends long enough, and respect each other enough to the point where you can call me Vince, whether we are in a professional atmosphere or not," Vince explained, walking with Shawn to his office. "What was up with Shane, anyways?"

"Oh, er…" Shawn paused, not knowing if he should continue or not. Figuring that if he didn't get out his side of the story, Shane would twist it, Shawn explained what was going on. "There was a bit of an altercation with Shane and Trish. I think he upset her in some way, but I'm not sure how he did that."

"Hm, maybe it was just Shane being Shane. Somehow, he seems to just bother people. If they have a past, I really am not sure what that is. It is not my job to peer into the lives of my employees, nonetheless my own son. But pushing all of that aside, I have a favor to ask of you," Vince said.

"And that is?" Shane asked.

"Well, ironically enough, it involves Trish Stratus herself."


As Trish pulled onto the freeway, she turned down the radio that she had on full blast. She thought that maybe by blasting music at a volume that would make most people's ears bleed, she could drown out the thoughts of Shawn, Mickie, Randy, John…and Shane.

Mostly the thoughts were about Shane.

However, not even the loudest guitars could keep the thoughts away.

Maybe if I just went out with him like he asked, none of this would have happened, she thought to herself as she changed lanes. Maybe if I just went out with him, I wouldn't have retired. I'd still be wrestling. Maybe I'd have my eight or ninth Women's Championship reign by now. I just couldn't have said 'yes,' could I?


"What do you mean, it involves Trish?" Shawn wondered, taking off his cowboy hat and scratching at his receding hairline.

"Well, with all due respect to some of our Divas…" Vince started, but trailed off.

"Oh, I think I know where this is going," Shawn said.

"I still have to ask…for business reasons," Vince said, opening his desk drawer and pulling out a notepad. "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the Women's Division with Trish Stratus and Lita involved just before they retired?"

"Um…" Shawn stuttered. "I would say about a seven."

"Alright…How about just after they retired?"

"You're not going to tell the girls about this, are you?" Shawn asked, not wanting to offend his friends, such as Mickie James and Melina.

"A select few have already answered these questions for me," Vince cleared up. "So, give me a number."

"Three, and I'm being generous."

"Really? Mickie James gave it a rating of one, and she's our most talented wrestler," Vince said, his jaw dropping slightly.

"Wow," Shawn said in disbelief.

"Anyways, moving on…" Vince put the notepad back down and put his elbows on his desk, clasping his hands together and resting his chin on top of his knuckles. "The favor that I'm asking of you is huge. It's not going to be easily accomplished, but I have faith in you, Shawn. We need either Trish or Lita back desperately. I feel that the fans would appreciate Lita more now than they did just before her retirement, but…She's not the one we should be going after. She's already expressed that she didn't want to come back. I feel horrible for the way we treated her and portrayed her character to the point where she doesn't feel at home here any longer. Besides, she's been getting a little out of shape, and she's touring with her band. Now, Trish on the other hand…We need her. She's in better shape than she was while she was here. The fans still love her, and I think she might, and just might come back to us. Shawn, I am asking you to convince Trish to come back and sing another contract with us."

Shawn and Vince sat in silence as Shawn processed all of this information in his head. "Vince, I don't think she wants to come back."

"Can you please just do this for me Shawn?"

"I'll try," Shawn sighed, knowing that any attempts would be futile.

"Do or do not do, Shawn. There is no try," Vince said.

Shawn let out a heavy sigh and pulled his keys out of his pocket. "May I bring someone along with me?"

"By all means do so. Anything that you feel may help you in this quest, feel free to do," Vince said, nodding at his good friend.

"Thank you, Vince," Shawn said, shaking Vince's hand and leaving the office. "Now where the hell did Orton go?"


"Did you make any progress with Trish?" Shawn asked as he drove his truck over to Trish's house with Randy sitting in the front seat.

"Hardly. Are you sure I'm the right man for the job?" Randy asked.

"You said you were the man earlier, Orton. I don't trust Cena with this, and I think Mickie might scare the poor girl," Shawn said, pulling onto the exit ramp. "Did you at least find out what Shane did to her?"

"No, I didn't," Randy sighed sadly. "Whatever it was, it must have been bad."

"Shane and bad are pretty much synonymous with each other," Shawn said.

"True that."


"Randy? Shawn? What are you doing here?" Trish asked as she opened the door.

The two men could tell that she had been crying.

"Are you alright, Trish?" Shawn asked.

"Come in. If you're here for what I think you're here for, then we have a lot to talk about."

A/N: Eh, not really a cliffhanger, but whatever.

HAPPY FRIDAY TO ME! Okay, so it's not the traditional Friday, but it's my Friday of my work schedule. I'm off on Monday and Tuesday nights, which translates into Sunday and Monday nights because I work grave shift. Yay for weekends!

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