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Dave found Brock, and the two headed to a nearby bar to go and grab a burger and have a few drinks. Brock looked at Dave, "So what's been going on with you? I heard a rumor about you."
"What's the rumor?" Dave asked curiously.
"You and Angie are back together. Some of the guys have seen the two of you down in Texas." Brock replied.
Dave took a deep breath, "No we're not back together. I moved in to Angie's house when she had her accident, and the all of the girls live with me now, but I put everything I had to helping Angie get better. So we've basically been living like we're married, but no we're not back together."
"I see. I was wondering, and I figured it would be best to check with you." Brock said with a laugh.
They guys ate their food and had a few beers. They talked about the business and the kids and then Brock decided to get daring, "So tell me something Dave."
"What?"
"Why did you blow up at Trish at the airport?" Brock asked. He knew that Trish needed to know, and even though they had an idea, why not ask the source.
Dave took a deep breath, this meant having to own up to his stupidity, but Brock was his friend and why not admit to it with a friend. "I was on my way to Trish's house to tell her that they wanted me at OVW to prep me for my return. Then Jenni called and told me about Angie's accident. So then I was stressing, so I went to tell Trish everything, and I seen you come out of her room in your boxers. I knew that the two of you had been flirting around, and I knew that you and Nicole weren't together. Trish and I had gotten to be pretty close, and we had even kissed a couple of times. When I seen you, I wasn't in a good state of mind to start off with, and that pushed me over. I figured that you were dating her. So that's why I was such an asshole to her because she came to see me at the airport and I lost it. So, I yelled at her that I was tired of her treating me like I was stupid and that I knew everything, and all I can see is her face so heartbroken because she didn't know what I was talking about. And now after talking to you earlier, she didn't know because she wasn't dating you. But that's why I blew up at her and why I didn't stay in touch, I was so jealous that you got to her before I did, and that you had everything I ever wanted that I couldn't bring myself to face you."
Brock looked at him, "Man, If I would have known that, I would have told you sooner."
"Trish probably hates me right now. I wouldn't blame her for not wanting to have anything to do with me." Dave said taking a long drink of his beer.
"Yeah, but that's not the case. Trust me, I can't tell you everything, but let me tell you that she still thinks about you and wonders about you." Brock said to him.
Their food arrived, so they started to eat and talk about their kids when Brock's cell phone rang. He looked at the caller id and seen that it was Trish, he grinned to himself and non-chalantly answered, "Hey Trish."
Dave about choked on his food. He looked at him and seen the shit-eating grin plastered on Brock's face.
"Hey Brock, how are you?" Trish asked.
"Oh I'm fine, how are you?" Brock replied.
Trish could hear the smile in his voice, "What are you so happy about?"
"Well, let's just say I had a feeling you would be calling." Brock said in a cocky tone.
"Yeah, I know. I watched tonight, and you're match was great." Trish said slowly.
"That's not why you're calling is it?" Brock asked.
"No," Trish said in a pouty tone, "I was just curious if you seen Dave at all tonight?"
Brock smiled, "Yes I seen Dave tonight."
"How's he doing?" Trish asked.
"He's doing fine, I'm out to dinner with him right now." Brock confessed.
"What?!? Is he sitting right there?" Trish shrieked.
Brock chuckled, "Yeah, he's sitting across the table from me."
"You know, you can be such an asshole sometimes, call me tomorrow." Trish said hanging up on him.
Brock grinned and looked at Dave, "And you thought that she hates you."
Dave smiled a little and kept eating.
That night, Dave got back to his hotel room and turned on the tv. He sat there thinking about Trish. "You know, I should just call her, say hi and go from there." He thought to himself.
He got up and walked over the hotel room phone, he picked it up and dialed Trish's phone number.
Trish rolled over, "Who is calling at 1:00 a.m.?" She grabbed the phone, "Hello?" She said sleepily.
Dave opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He quickly hung up the phone. He couldn't believe that she answered and he didn't know what to say. He got up and started pacing around the room.
Trish turned on her light and looked at the caller id but all it said was unknown name, unknown number. She grumbled to herself and turned out the light and rolled over to go back to sleep.
About 15 minutes later, Dave picked up the phone, and dialed Trish's number. 3 rings later, Trish answered, "Hello?"
Dave found himself speechless again, he couldn't say a word. Here he was, some big bad ass, he almost killed a guy, he wrestled, used to do bodybuilding, but couldn't say hello to an ex-girlfriend. "But she's not just an ex-girlfriend." He reasoned with himself.
"Helloo?" Trish said playfully into the phone. Then she sighed a frustrated sigh and hung up. She looked at the caller id and it said the same thing. "What if it's Dave?" Trish asked herself. But then she shook her head no, "No, he wouldn't not say anything, he would be able to talk to me."
Dave laid down and turned on the radio, all he could think about was Trish. She was a truly beautiful woman, not just on the outside, but on the inside. She was willing to forgive him for sleeping and impregnating her underage sister, she stood by him when he told her about his past, and the fact that Natalie was his child. She was willing to help him raise the girls, and all he did was trample on her heart. What made him think that he deserved a woman like that? Across the radio, he heard that it was the late night dedication show, and a woman was dedicating a song to the man that she loved, but they hadn't spoken in a long time. Soon he heard the words,
"Lying alone, with my head on the phone, thinking of you till it hurts. I know you hurt to, but what else can we do? Don't mention I'm torn apart."
That described him right now. That's excactly how he felt. He knew the song, and even though he was a big tough guy, he knew the words, he hummed along with the chorus,
"I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you I know you were right, believing for so long. I'm all out of love, what am I without you, I can't be too late, to say that I was so wrong."
Trish turned on her radio to try and get her to sleep. She had been tossing and turning and eventually crying because all she could think about was Dave. Yeah they had a lot of bad things come up between them, but he made her feel like she hadn't felt in a long time. And even though she had found Brock was her soul mate, the only man who had her heart was Dave. She changed her radio to the late night dedication show. She loved eighties love songs, and one of her favorites was on, but now it had so much more meaning. She quietly began to sing,
"I want you to come back and carry me home, away from these long, lonely nights. I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it to, does the feeling seem oh so right? And what would you say if I call on you now and say that I can't hold on? There's no easy way, it gets harder each day. Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone.."
Trish started crying harder which enraged her and she shoved the radio off of her nightstand, "God damn it David, what are you doing to me?" She cried out. She laid down in her bed and sobbed.
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THE NEXT DAY
Brock awoke to a pounding on his hotel room door. He grunted and got up and walked over to the door he unlocked it and whipped it open.
There stood Torrie Wilson, "Hey Brock, did I wake you up?"
Brock shook his head, "No, no Torrie, it's 8:00 in the morning, I was up doing push-ups and running laps."
Torrie giggled, "Well you didn't want to be lazy today now did you?"
Brock groaned, "What's up Tor?"
"Well, you see, I did some thinking last night, and I think that Trish needs to go out on a date. The last one she went out on was a total flop, and I think that if we find the right guy, things could go really well." Torrie proposed.
"Ok, so why are you bringing me into this, sounds like you have this all squared away." Brock asked.
"Well you see, I was thinking that you could supply the guy and I could supply the girl, and the blind date would be Saturday night after the house show up in Toronto." Torrie replied.
"Ok, I see. But, how will we get Trish to go out on a blind date?" Brock asked.
"I'll take care of Trish, but you have to find me one of your single, friends that could be in Toronto after the house show." Torrie said giving him a knowing look.
Brock finally smiled, "Ok, I gotcha, I'll supply the guy, you supply the girl and from there we'll see how they.hit it off."
"Sounds perfect, I'll make the arrangements, and I'll give them to you, but you have to supply the perfect guy." Torrie said smiling.
"You've got it." Brock said. He turned and went back into his hotel room and laughed. "Boy will this get interesting."
**Well, let me know what you guys think. I have the idea fresh in my head, so check for another chapter. Thank you for being so good to me, I really appreciate it. Thank you and have a great weekend. Please continue to read and review!!**
Dave found Brock, and the two headed to a nearby bar to go and grab a burger and have a few drinks. Brock looked at Dave, "So what's been going on with you? I heard a rumor about you."
"What's the rumor?" Dave asked curiously.
"You and Angie are back together. Some of the guys have seen the two of you down in Texas." Brock replied.
Dave took a deep breath, "No we're not back together. I moved in to Angie's house when she had her accident, and the all of the girls live with me now, but I put everything I had to helping Angie get better. So we've basically been living like we're married, but no we're not back together."
"I see. I was wondering, and I figured it would be best to check with you." Brock said with a laugh.
They guys ate their food and had a few beers. They talked about the business and the kids and then Brock decided to get daring, "So tell me something Dave."
"What?"
"Why did you blow up at Trish at the airport?" Brock asked. He knew that Trish needed to know, and even though they had an idea, why not ask the source.
Dave took a deep breath, this meant having to own up to his stupidity, but Brock was his friend and why not admit to it with a friend. "I was on my way to Trish's house to tell her that they wanted me at OVW to prep me for my return. Then Jenni called and told me about Angie's accident. So then I was stressing, so I went to tell Trish everything, and I seen you come out of her room in your boxers. I knew that the two of you had been flirting around, and I knew that you and Nicole weren't together. Trish and I had gotten to be pretty close, and we had even kissed a couple of times. When I seen you, I wasn't in a good state of mind to start off with, and that pushed me over. I figured that you were dating her. So that's why I was such an asshole to her because she came to see me at the airport and I lost it. So, I yelled at her that I was tired of her treating me like I was stupid and that I knew everything, and all I can see is her face so heartbroken because she didn't know what I was talking about. And now after talking to you earlier, she didn't know because she wasn't dating you. But that's why I blew up at her and why I didn't stay in touch, I was so jealous that you got to her before I did, and that you had everything I ever wanted that I couldn't bring myself to face you."
Brock looked at him, "Man, If I would have known that, I would have told you sooner."
"Trish probably hates me right now. I wouldn't blame her for not wanting to have anything to do with me." Dave said taking a long drink of his beer.
"Yeah, but that's not the case. Trust me, I can't tell you everything, but let me tell you that she still thinks about you and wonders about you." Brock said to him.
Their food arrived, so they started to eat and talk about their kids when Brock's cell phone rang. He looked at the caller id and seen that it was Trish, he grinned to himself and non-chalantly answered, "Hey Trish."
Dave about choked on his food. He looked at him and seen the shit-eating grin plastered on Brock's face.
"Hey Brock, how are you?" Trish asked.
"Oh I'm fine, how are you?" Brock replied.
Trish could hear the smile in his voice, "What are you so happy about?"
"Well, let's just say I had a feeling you would be calling." Brock said in a cocky tone.
"Yeah, I know. I watched tonight, and you're match was great." Trish said slowly.
"That's not why you're calling is it?" Brock asked.
"No," Trish said in a pouty tone, "I was just curious if you seen Dave at all tonight?"
Brock smiled, "Yes I seen Dave tonight."
"How's he doing?" Trish asked.
"He's doing fine, I'm out to dinner with him right now." Brock confessed.
"What?!? Is he sitting right there?" Trish shrieked.
Brock chuckled, "Yeah, he's sitting across the table from me."
"You know, you can be such an asshole sometimes, call me tomorrow." Trish said hanging up on him.
Brock grinned and looked at Dave, "And you thought that she hates you."
Dave smiled a little and kept eating.
That night, Dave got back to his hotel room and turned on the tv. He sat there thinking about Trish. "You know, I should just call her, say hi and go from there." He thought to himself.
He got up and walked over the hotel room phone, he picked it up and dialed Trish's phone number.
Trish rolled over, "Who is calling at 1:00 a.m.?" She grabbed the phone, "Hello?" She said sleepily.
Dave opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He quickly hung up the phone. He couldn't believe that she answered and he didn't know what to say. He got up and started pacing around the room.
Trish turned on her light and looked at the caller id but all it said was unknown name, unknown number. She grumbled to herself and turned out the light and rolled over to go back to sleep.
About 15 minutes later, Dave picked up the phone, and dialed Trish's number. 3 rings later, Trish answered, "Hello?"
Dave found himself speechless again, he couldn't say a word. Here he was, some big bad ass, he almost killed a guy, he wrestled, used to do bodybuilding, but couldn't say hello to an ex-girlfriend. "But she's not just an ex-girlfriend." He reasoned with himself.
"Helloo?" Trish said playfully into the phone. Then she sighed a frustrated sigh and hung up. She looked at the caller id and it said the same thing. "What if it's Dave?" Trish asked herself. But then she shook her head no, "No, he wouldn't not say anything, he would be able to talk to me."
Dave laid down and turned on the radio, all he could think about was Trish. She was a truly beautiful woman, not just on the outside, but on the inside. She was willing to forgive him for sleeping and impregnating her underage sister, she stood by him when he told her about his past, and the fact that Natalie was his child. She was willing to help him raise the girls, and all he did was trample on her heart. What made him think that he deserved a woman like that? Across the radio, he heard that it was the late night dedication show, and a woman was dedicating a song to the man that she loved, but they hadn't spoken in a long time. Soon he heard the words,
"Lying alone, with my head on the phone, thinking of you till it hurts. I know you hurt to, but what else can we do? Don't mention I'm torn apart."
That described him right now. That's excactly how he felt. He knew the song, and even though he was a big tough guy, he knew the words, he hummed along with the chorus,
"I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you I know you were right, believing for so long. I'm all out of love, what am I without you, I can't be too late, to say that I was so wrong."
Trish turned on her radio to try and get her to sleep. She had been tossing and turning and eventually crying because all she could think about was Dave. Yeah they had a lot of bad things come up between them, but he made her feel like she hadn't felt in a long time. And even though she had found Brock was her soul mate, the only man who had her heart was Dave. She changed her radio to the late night dedication show. She loved eighties love songs, and one of her favorites was on, but now it had so much more meaning. She quietly began to sing,
"I want you to come back and carry me home, away from these long, lonely nights. I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it to, does the feeling seem oh so right? And what would you say if I call on you now and say that I can't hold on? There's no easy way, it gets harder each day. Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone.."
Trish started crying harder which enraged her and she shoved the radio off of her nightstand, "God damn it David, what are you doing to me?" She cried out. She laid down in her bed and sobbed.
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THE NEXT DAY
Brock awoke to a pounding on his hotel room door. He grunted and got up and walked over to the door he unlocked it and whipped it open.
There stood Torrie Wilson, "Hey Brock, did I wake you up?"
Brock shook his head, "No, no Torrie, it's 8:00 in the morning, I was up doing push-ups and running laps."
Torrie giggled, "Well you didn't want to be lazy today now did you?"
Brock groaned, "What's up Tor?"
"Well, you see, I did some thinking last night, and I think that Trish needs to go out on a date. The last one she went out on was a total flop, and I think that if we find the right guy, things could go really well." Torrie proposed.
"Ok, so why are you bringing me into this, sounds like you have this all squared away." Brock asked.
"Well you see, I was thinking that you could supply the guy and I could supply the girl, and the blind date would be Saturday night after the house show up in Toronto." Torrie replied.
"Ok, I see. But, how will we get Trish to go out on a blind date?" Brock asked.
"I'll take care of Trish, but you have to find me one of your single, friends that could be in Toronto after the house show." Torrie said giving him a knowing look.
Brock finally smiled, "Ok, I gotcha, I'll supply the guy, you supply the girl and from there we'll see how they.hit it off."
"Sounds perfect, I'll make the arrangements, and I'll give them to you, but you have to supply the perfect guy." Torrie said smiling.
"You've got it." Brock said. He turned and went back into his hotel room and laughed. "Boy will this get interesting."
**Well, let me know what you guys think. I have the idea fresh in my head, so check for another chapter. Thank you for being so good to me, I really appreciate it. Thank you and have a great weekend. Please continue to read and review!!**