Trish Stratus had been privy to a lot of locker room gossip over the years. There was always the torrid affairs that became boring and commonplace after a while. There was the standard backstabbing often resulting in someone not being seen on TV very much. Unfortunately, Trish got so used to everything nothing surprised her anymore.
Until the newfound information regarding Randy and Mickie. Now that was pretty interesting.
Trish knew something was up when Mickie was unusually quiet that day in the locker room. Mickie was known to flap her gums no matter what mood she was in, but that particular morning she was so quiet, the other Divas forgot she was still in the room with them until she stormed out.
"Something else happened on their date," Trish whispered, "I'm going to find out right now."
She headed to Gold's gym.
There was no way in blue hell it could be happening. No way in blue fuckin' hell, Mickie scathed.
There was no way she was in love with Randy Orton. No fucking way.
Sure, he was the best fuck she's ever had, but that didn't mean shit. Any guy with a big cock could fuck her brains out if Mickie would let them. And of course Randy's his stupid-boy charm was just an act as he proved to be a calculated young man full of ambition and promise.
But it was his baby blues that won Mickie over. For the longest time she thought he was heartless, evil and just plain stupid. Then his eyes told a different story. He was a man who admittedly had douchebag tendencies but tried very hard to make his family proud.
Mickie shook her head as she rushed to Gold's gym. She was really in love with that asshole. There was no guarantee he felt the same way. For all Mickie knew, Randy was already bragging about how he nailed her in five different positions. It was that moment where Mickie knew protecting her heart wasn't a priority.
Protecting her reputation and character, however, became a major concern. If Randy rejected her there was not a doubt in anyone's mind Mickie would go out of her way to destroy every last bit of him.
"So?" Randy started again. "What do I do?"
John wanted to laugh. The last time he saw his best friend love-struck was when he was dating Rae. But Randy was never this bad. Randy was in love with Rae, no question. Randy, this time around however, was ready to slurp Mickie's bath water. "Dude, why are you asking me? I already told you what to do."
"Bro, you really think she's going to buy that shit? 'Hey, Mick, I think you're the best fuck I ever had. Wanna date?'" Randy shrugged.
Tact is not your strong suit. "With a little rephrasing, yes," John smiled.
"I'm not telling her, bro,"
John put his hands up in defense. "Fine by me, your life."
"Okay, let's just say I do ask her if she wants to pursue something," Randy still couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth, "what do I say?"
"Just ask her out on a date, bro," John felt he was teaching a 3-year-old how to ride a bike, "and she'll accept."
"What if she doesn't?" Randy countered.
John sighed. "Then I don't know, bro. How about this? Why don't you ask Mickie yourself? She's standing right behind you."
