It had been over a week since her date with Shane. They had started talking to each other on the phone every now and then, especially since they had barely any time to meet. Survivor Series was coming up tomorrow and the entire company was awash with promotional activity. Shane himself had an Ambulance match of all things with Kane. She wasn't on the card but as always she'd be there backstage. She had to admit that things between them weren't exactly the same on the phone as they were in person. He was so much more charming face to face. Maybe he just wasn't a phone person? She absently shrugged her shoulders and pulled her suitcase along, listening as it bounced along the ground. As she walked out of the hotel she immediately spotted the huge bus and started walking over to it. The PPV was in Texas along with all their shows for the week. WWE had hired a bus so everybody could travel together. As she flung her case into the storage area she couldn't help but give a silent thank you to whoever made that call. Travelling this way was so much better than driving around alone for how many hours at a time. She nodded at the driver before her eyes turned to scan the interior. A bunch of the guys were sitting at the back and being incredibly rowdy. She spotted the unimpressed glare on Taker's face as he turned around and looked at them and chuckled. Don't piss of the vets was rule number one in this company. Somehow she had a feeling those boys were going to get it sooner or later.
"Trish! Trish! Over here!"
She turned in the direction of the voice and immediately her face turned into a snarl. What the fuck was Stacy Kiebler doing calling her over? Did she actually think they were going to sit together? She'd rather have somebody poke at her eyes with a needle than be stuck on a bus beside that bitch for any period of time. Rolling her eyes, Trish ignored the other woman and walked a little further onto the bus. She spied a block of empty seats near the front on the right and made towards them.
"Are you just going to ignore me or what?"
Trish dropped her handbag onto the seat before whipping her head round in the other woman's direction. "What do you want, Stacy?"
At this point practically everybody's attention was on the two blonde women. Stacy let out a satisfied sigh and stood up a little. She looked from left to right before announcing loudly for everybody to hear, "Oh, I was just wondering how your date went with Shane McMahon the other night? Inquiring minds want to know!"
Trish felt her heart catch in her throat. How did she know that? How the hell did she know that? She suddenly became extremely self-aware, the prying eyes of practically everybody else on the bus now focused on her and no doubt wondering about what Stacy had asked. What the fuck was this bitch's problem? Knowing that she had taken way too long to respond and determined not to let the other woman get any more satisfaction from her little ambush, she blurted out the first thing that came to her. "Oh I bet they would."
"That good, huh?"
At Stacy's words, Trish inwardly cringed and immediately felt the heat rushing to her cheeks. What a shitty comeback. "Just fuck off," she muttered under her breath as she turned to sit down and pretend the whole thing hadn't happened when another voice boomed from the front of the bus.
"Do you ever shut up, Kiebler?"
All eyes now turned to Paul who had climbed onto the bus just in time to see everything transpire. He knew right away that Stacy was being a piece of work and had seen enough. He smiled softly at Trish as he came to a stop beside her seat before shrugging his shoulders and looking back over. "Wait, that is a rather stupid question because we all know it's fucking impossible for you to keep your mouth closed, right?"
This time it was Stacy's turn to feel the heat. She swung her head around indignantly, glaring at the chuckles coming from all directions before her eyes narrowed in his direction. Who the fuck did he think he was? Sticking up for his little girlfriend like that. She was sorely tempted to ask why he was hanging around Trish again instead of being with his wife but she'd save that for another day. Her eyes burned a whole right through him as she sat down in a huff and cursed him under her breath.
"Thank you."
Paul turned and was greeted with a big brown pair of grateful eyes staring back as he sat down. He shrugged his shoulders again and smiled. "Was nothing. Bitch deserved to be put in her place although I have to say, that was a rather weak comeback. With all the abuse you hurl at me I was expecting more from you my friend."
She thumped his arm and groaned. "It really was terrible though wasn't it? And everybody saw. Ugh!"
Immediately feeling bad Paul gently squeezed her knee and bumped her shoulder. "It's OK. Everybody knows she was just being a bitch and if they don't then they can fuck off. Who needs people like that anyways, right?"
Trish looked up at him and felt the tiniest of tingles in her chest. He always knew what to say to make her feel better. She placed her hand on top of his and gave him a gentle squeeze back. "Right." She didn't know whether to feel disappointed or relieved when his hand quickly slipped out from under hers and returned to rest between his legs. His smile was soft as he nodded his head a few times. Maybe it was down to the fact that he had just rescued her from the evil clutches of that whore but she suddenly had the overwhelming urge to hug him. The feeling quickly passed though and she lightly shook her head. "So, no limo for you today then?"
He rolled his eyes and sighed. She was forever giving him crap about his travel arrangements since getting married. His wife travelled in style. Who was he to refuse to go along? But it wasn't like he did it all the time. In fact, more often than not he did travel just like everybody else. It was just some times that he was afforded the luxury of going on the jet with Stephanie or getting the use of a private car. He looked at her sideways and frowned. "Are you ever going to let me live this down?"
"Ummmmmm, no."
"Great! I'm just going to keep getting shit from you because I happened to marry a woman who gets all the perks of being the boss's daughter?"
"Absolutely!"
"Oh shut up!"
She immediately started laughing and he let out a few chuckles himself too. "I'm actually here to run over a few things with Shawn wherever the hell he is. What d'ya say to riding with DX?"
"I say I've got two words for ya…..HELL YES!" She watched as he burst into laughter before looking at her in amusement.
"I thought you were going to tell me to suck it for a second there!"
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?"
Paul smirked and leaned down a little closer, his eyes twinkling flirtatiously. "Abso-fucking-lutely, no matter what you were telling me to suck!" He wiggled his eyebrows and bit back his laugh as her eyes grew wide.
"And what if I asked you to suck…my toe?"
"Your toe? Yuck!"
She watched as his face screwed up and he shook his head. He was absolutely incorrigible sometimes and just an outright flirt.
"Way to ruin a special moment there, Trish. Jeez," he huffed, turning in his seat and jutting out his lower lip.
Trish couldn't help but roll her eyes at him again. "A special moment?"
"Of course! Me…you…..something getting sucked….I had a great image in my head just now until you ruined it!"
"I don't think Stephanie would appreciate that image being in your head."
He grinned and his eyes lit up. "Oh don't worry, she was there too." He took a beat before shaking his head wistfully. "Damn what an incredible thought that is."
"What's an incredible thought?"
Both of them looked up to see Shawn Michaels shuffling into the row in front of them looking slightly confused.
"Hey man! I was just telling Trish about the incredible image I had of me, her and Stephanie in my head. It involved a bed and lots of sucking but had absolutely nothing to do with toes!"
Shawn looked at him like he had just grown an extra head. "What in the hell type of conversation prompted that?"
"Trust me, Shawn, you don't wanna know," Trish could only grumble as she shook her head in amusement and mock annoyance. She pulled the Walkman from her bag and started fiddling with the tangled headphones. "I know you guys need to talk shop so I'm just gonna listen to this."
Shawn smiled at her before turning to Paul and motioning to the seat beside him. "Come round here so I don't have to break my neck straining over this damn chair."
"Alright, alright!"
As the bus filled up and they got closer to being on their way, Shawn and Paul were immediately engrossed in whatever it was they were talking about and Trish felt herself starting to drift off to the relaxing music beating in her ears. Unbeknownst to anybody though, was the fact that the tall blonde woman a few rows back was silently plotting against all of them.
