"I'm up!!" I woke up to some one poking me. *Who the hell...?* I opened my eyes. Jeff. Big surprise.

"Hey! You ok?"

"Obviously." I realized I was in his room. "How did I get in here?"

"Bubba brought you here last night. Matt and I were already here and he carried you in and told us to look after you or else."

"Oh." I looked away to hide the smile and the blush coming over my face. Just a little too late.

"You really like him, don't you?"

I looked up at Jeff. "Yes, I do." He laughed. "What's so funny?"

"I just never thought it possible. Even Lita thinks he's ok now. He put you guys through tables, kicked your asses and now you like him and Lita thinks he's "so sweet".

I laughed. "But he is! He gave me flowers and cards! And Lita told me that he even called her to see how she was and she got a bouquet of flowers, a get well card, and a get well balloon from him."

Jeff shook his head. "You guys are nuts." I smiled, then held up my arms.

"Help me up." Jeff laughed and helped get out of the bed and down to my room. After he left, I called Lita, who told me she had been calling me all night and had been really worried. She giggled when I told her what Bubba had done.

"Bubba and Trish, sitting in a tree K-IS-S-I-N-G!!"

"Very juvenile Lita."

"I know!" She giggled.

"I have to go so I'll call you later, ok?"

" K. Bye!"

"Bye!"

I hung up, then showered and got dressed. I called the arena to find out what my match was. Apparently, Terri had challenged me for a Lingerie match. After a moment's thought, I asked what Bubba's match was. He had a tag match with RVD against Eddie Guerrero and my good friend (as if) Brock Lesnar, who no doubt would bring my other good friend (double as if) Paul Heyman.

I was expecting a Molly run-in for my match, so I picked out the lingerie I knew she would find most insulting. But the bottom half was gonna be covered up for the match. I packed my stuff for that night and then headed to the weight room to work out. Jackie was already in there so we worked out for awhile and talked. Before I even said anything about Bubba, she got right to the point.

"Do you like Bubba, Trish?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Trish, I'm not stupid, not even Stacy Keibler is that stupid."

I laughed at her choice of words. "ok, you're right. I do like him."

Jackie squealed. I looked at her in surprise, she didn't seem like the kind of girl to squeal. "Wow, Jackie. ok."

She laughed. "I know you probably weren't expecting that from me. Listen, if you like Bubba, you have to tell him. You can't wait around, or it might be too late. And trust me, he's got more then just *some* feelings for you."

I smiled. "Thanks Jackie. You gonna be on Raw tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm refereeing Bradshaw's Hardcore title match."

"Wanna drive to the arena together? If we get an early enough start we could probably get something to eat."

"Yeah! I know I great bar around here, Bradshaw took me there last time we were here!"

I laughed. Leave it to Jackie to suggest a bar. "ok, I'll meet you in the lobby at 5:30."

"Ok, see ya." I went back to my room and she went back to hers. When I got to my room the phone was ringing. I hurried to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello Ms. Stratus, this is the front desk. We have a package here for you."

"Ok, thanks, I'll be right down."

I hung up the phone and hurried down to the lobby. The package was waiting for me on the counter. I picked it up and carried it back to my room. I sat down on my bed and opened it, then smiled when I saw what was inside. A box of chocolates, a stuffed bear, and a card. I opened the card.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

You may resist me

But I still want you.

Paul Heyman.

I dropped the card in disgust. I stuffed it back into the box and threw the box across the room.

"EEEEEEEEWWWWWW!!!" I screamed. "EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!" Just then someone knocked on the door. I opened the door and tried to slam the door when I saw who it was.

"Hel-looo Trish."

"Paul! GO AWAY!!" He pushed the door hard and I stepped backwards to avoid falling. He came in and closed the door behind him. I was about to panic then I thought * Ok, Trish, get a hold of yourself. You are the Women's Champion and he's just a gross, old, fat guy who can't fight worth a damn.* Or so I thought. He grabbed my wrist surprisingly hard. I tried to pull away, but it was pointless.

"Now Trish, why are you trying to run?"

A growl started in my throat. *What would Lita do? Better yet, what would Chyna do?* I smirked at him, then pushed myself up against him.

"I'm not running anywhere."

He smiled and loosened his grip. Big mistake. I wrenched my arm free of his grasp, pushed him around, then delivered a low blow Chyna would have been proud of. I opened the door and pushed him out into the hallway. I picked up the box of crap he'd sent me and threw it at him. I laughed at him as he held his nether regions in pain.

Jackie came walking down the hallway from her room. She saw Paul and doubled over laughing. She was carrying a bottle of Coke in her hand. She looked from it to Paul, then dumped it all over him. I pulled her into my room and shut the door. We leaned against it laughing. After we finally calmed down 15 minutes later, we realized it was way past time to go. I changed quickly, grabbed my bag and then we went to Jackie's room. She grabbed her stuff and we went down to the lobby and out to the parking lot.

When we got to the bar, we sat down and ordered quickly. We only had time for a quick meal. We ate as fast as we could then left for the arena. We spent most of the time laughing about what we'd done to Paul.

As soon as we got there Jackie had to run off for Bradshaw's match. I watched and laughed at the end when Bradshaw jokingly told Jackie not to try and attack him. Like she would. As tough as they are, off-screen, it's mushy lovey-dovey crap everywhere you look. My match was just before Bubba's. I buttoned my jacket up over my lingerie and headed for the ring. I can't stand Terrie. I planned to completely destroy her. And I did. Her outfit was repulsive. I'm not saying I don't wear stuff like that, because I do, but I sure as hell don't fight in it, unless it's covered by something else. After the match Molly came after me with the brass knuckles. I knocked her out, then slipped off my underpants, which I threw at her, to reveal a thong, then went backstage. When I got back there, Bubba came up to congratulate me. Before he got a word out, I hugged him and said thank you, then ran to my locker room to put some clothes on. I looked back over my shoulder and saw him standing there in shock.

After getting dressed, I joined Jackie and Bradshaw to watch Bubba and RVD's match. it was a nail biter. When RVD got pinned I was upset they'd lost, but glad Bubba hadn't been the one to receive the finisher from Brock. I ran out to the curtain to meet Bubba and RVD. I was waiting when Paul slid up next to me. I stepped backwards...into Brock Lesnar.

"After that display out there Trish, you're coming with us."

"Like hell I am."

"oh, I beg to differ." Paul grabbed me by the hair and started to drag me off. But then he was hit with a chair. Brock went after the culprit, only to get a face-full of chair himself. Bubba helped me up as RVD hit Brock with the chair again. I hugged Bubba for the second time that night. As soon as RVD finished his attack on Brock and Paul, we went to my locker room and grabbed my clothes. RVD gave Bubba and I a ride back to the hotel. Bubba walked me to my room.

"thank you so much Bubba."

"No problem."

Suddenly, I just leaned forward and kissed him. I pulled back quickly.

"Oh my God! I'm sorry! Oh my God!" I hurriedly opened my door and ran in, closing it behind me. I leaned back against the door. *What did I do?*

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