Still quite poor. Too poor to own anybody.

I put the flowers in a vase and put the card next to my bed. I sat down to watch a movie. Just as the previews started, the phone rang. It was Jackie.

"Hey! What happened?"

I told her everything and she laughed.

"Buh-Buh's got it bad for you!"

"No, he just feels bad about putting me through the table."

"Riiight. You keep on thinking that. Well, I'm going out with Bradshaw tonight, so I'll talk to you later."

"ok, have fun you two!!" We hung up. I settled back to watch the movie. I was asleep before it was half over.

The next two days were a blur of autograph signings and workouts with Jeff or Jackie. It was finally time for Raw. A pretty unusual match up. Buh-Buh and I against Jazz and Steven Richards. For both the WWE Women's title and the Hardcore title. If I pinned Jazz, I got the women's title and if Buh-Buh pinned Steven, he got the Hardcore title.

I went out first. Then Buh-Buh. He apologized again. He's so sweet. then came Jazz and Steven. I was so mad at both of them. I started off with Jazz, then Buh-Buh and I went hardcore on them. Soon, Buh-Buh was in the ring with Steven. He went for the pin, but Justin Credible and Crash both interrupted the count. Then it was me and Jazz. I pinned her after a Stratusfaction. My title was back where it belonged. Then Buh-Buh put Jazz through a table. That was the best.

We didn't see each other much after that, but he was there for me at Judgment Day. I got out of there with my title and that was all that mattered. Until Buh-Buh went through a table. I felt horrible. I was with him all the way through the check-up and all the way back to the hotel.

And here I am again. At Raw. I walked out of my dressing room to find a more convenient place to stretch. I found an empty staircase and started stretching my legs, when who should come along but Paul Heyman. Disgusting man. He made me a proposition, staring at my chest the whole time. I grabbed my belt and left. My match was with Jackie. In the end, after I won, we shook hands. And out comes Paul Heyman with Brock. Jackie wanted to stay but I knew Paul had made an offer to her. And she had poured beer all over him and broken the bottle over his head. I told her to leave. Just as she did, Paul sent his goon, Brock, after me. I was cornered. And out ran Buh-Buh. My hero, my knight in camouflage.

he stared down Brock, who was being held back by Paul. I stayed outside of the ring. I was still crying and I was hyperventilating a litlle.

When we were backstage, he stayed with me until his match. Then I was to leave immediately. I was just walking out the door when I heard the commotion. The EMTs were running for the ring. My heart leapt into my throat. I looked at a nearby monitor. Buh-BUh, he was hurt and Molly was giving William Regal the brass knuckles. And there was that asshole Brock and that dick Paul. I dropped my stuff and ran for the stage, but suddenly Matt and Jeff appeared. They held onto me as Brock and Paul walked past. Then William and Molly came through the curtain. I lunged at Molly. That bitch. No blind date with Jeff for her now. Matt and Jeff pulled me off her and held me back. They let go when Buh-Buh was brought through the curtain. I ran over to him. He was barely standing.

"Buh-Buh?"

"Trish?" He leaned against me. I wasn't strong enough to hold him up and Matt and Jeff had to help. He was so disoriented and weak that we had a tough time getting him back to the hotel. I didn't leave his side until Spike came into the room and told me he'd stay with Buh-Buh and everything would be ok. I reluctantly left.

After the Smackdown tapings, I flew down to North Carolina to see Lita. I took an airport limo to her house. As soon as I pulled up, she opened the door. I jumped out of the limo and ran up to her and gave her hug, being careful of her neck. I brought my bags in and got settled in her guest room, then we hung out and watched TV and talked. That was the most relaxing few days I had had in along time. Every night we tried a new take out place and watched a new movie. I dreaded going back to work, but there was still Bubba. Lita rode with me in the limo to the airport. We really annoyed the driver. Lita kept pressing random buttons, one of which was the button for the divider between the driver and the passenger. I kept asking him if he had any honey Dijon. At the airport Lita and I walked around through the shops and bought candy for me to eat on the plane and a couple books to read. Just as I was walking to the gate to board the plane, she shouted after me.

"Tell him you love him!" I whipped around but she had already disappeared into the crowd. I contemplated what she'd said most of the flight. When I arrived in the next town, I headed straight for the hotel Jackie told me the WWE was staying at. I got a room and headed straight to bed. The next night was Raw.

As soon as I got to the show, I looked at the card. It was me and Spike against molly and William Regal. The match was a blur. I remember pinning Molly and then a sharp, searing pain in the back of my head. When I woke up, a trainer was standing over me and so was Bubba. The trainer checked me over and said I'd be just fine, then left. Bubba and I were just starting to talk when we heard Paul Heyman outside, asking about me. Then the door opened. Bubba walked over to it and stood face to face with Paul, who wore a look of sheer terror on his face. I heard the banging and the shouting then Bubba came back in, wiping his hands and smiling. I laughed, but stopped almost immediately. It hurt. As soon as I winced, Bubba was at my side. He helped me sit up and got me some ice. He had his arm around me. Suddenly, I was blushing and stuttering.

"Bubba...I...I..." Someone knocked at the door.

"Bubba!" In ran Jeff. "You have a match against Brock Lesnar!"

"Alright. Trish, I'll talk to you later." He walked out of the door, Jeff following behind him. I lay back on the couch. I had almost told him how I felt. And now I was scared to do it. Dammit. I turned on the TV and started watching the show. I watch Bubba's match. When Brock pinned him, I tried to get up so I could get to the curtain, but was hit by a wave of nausea. I stumbled and braced myself against the wall. Then the blackout hit. I fainted and fell to the floor. Right before I was completely unconscious, I thought *Someone help me please* I don't know how long I lay there, but I felt someone scoop me up. It felt like Bubba felt, that Raw when he carried me backstage. I knew whoever it was, I couldn't tell in this state, I could trust. I really wanted it to be Bubba.

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