***Author's Notes: This is a fan fiction that is based on an ongoing Role Play so there is no end. To write this we get into a private chat room and just go at it, tossing things back and forth. Therefore a lot of it goes from one paragraph being what she said and thought to the other paragraph being what he said and thought. I am warning you now of this so that you don't go into it thinking that it is all from one point of view and therefore 'smoother' in the end result. Read no further if you don't like a good role play or 'he said/she said' bantering.***
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He was sitting in his locker room, pulling on his street clothes. He would have already been gone from the arena but he had wanted to stick around and make sure his apparent tag partner, Trish, was okay. The Dudleys had given her a 3D after Test had lured him up on the stage. Once he had noticed what was happening with Trish in the ring he had made quick work of Test and rushed back to her rescue. He had gotten the Dudleys' taken care of but then fucking Test had come back and given him a boot to the face. His jaw still stung from that. Once he had determined that Trish was going to be okay, although she'd be pretty sore in the morning, he had left the trainers' room and gone back to his locker room to change. He also wanted to think about this....thank you stuff he was doing with Trish. He smirked slightly to himself. He was quite enjoying himself when it came to that woman.
She couldn't believe what those stupid Dudley Boyz had done. That hadn't been in the script. They weren't supposed to do that. They must have decided that it was needed or something, but she hurt from that last one. Now she would have to get back at them, she smirks, oh would she. She would find a way. Maybe The Rock would help her. She gets up and leaves the trainers area, heading for her locker room. She needed a shower. She wanted to get the feel of those goons off her skin. She pauses outside The Rock's locker room and taps lightly.
He was just finishing up inside, his shower finished. He was just about to pull on his shirt when there was a knock at his locker room door. He walks over to it and pulls it open, raising a brow as he sees Trish standing there. "Feeling better?"
She nods and puts her hands in her back pockets, rocking slightly, smiling up at him. "Yeah, better. Will be better when I get a shower. That is for sure. Just thought I would stop in and see how you are doing"
He smiles down at her, reaching up to rub at his jaw. "Well other then a sore jaw I'm fine. Sorry I couldn't help you. Should have known something was up when Test started luring me up the ramp like he was."
She shrugs. "Well should have seen it coming, that was for sure. They don't play fair and half the time they don't play by the rules. I will be okay. A long hot soak in the tub will help, I think."
He nods, still looking down at her. "Anything else you wanted?" He can't help but wonder why he said that to her.
A slow grin spreads across her face. "You." She can't believe she said that, but then just laughs and shrugs. "You asked." Then turns to leave. "See you later, Rock."
He looks surprised for a moment, then grins, shaking his head and watching her leave. She certainly was something. He walks back over to where he left his shirt and grabs it, pulling it on before grabbing his duffel bag. He leaves the locker room and heads down the hall, looking around. He sees Trish off to the right and runs up to her, walking along beside her. "Was wondering....you need a ride anywhere?"
She was thinking about who to catch a ride with and if she should go ahead and get a cab. Maybe on of the Hardyz would give her a ride, when the Rock comes up beside her. She smiles her dazzling smile and says softly, "Now that all depends on where you are going to take me." She laughs and starts to walk towards the back door, assuming The Rock will follow her, pushing it open and heading out into the night air. She shivers slightly and pulls her jacket tighter around her. Maybe she shouldn't have worn a short skirt for getting home. Then smiles, na, she liked the reaction she got with it.
He sees her shiver and hands her his jacket, he hadn't been wearing it anyway. "Here. Wear that. My car's over this way." He gestures to the right and heads in that direction. "Where do you want to go?" Looks at her and grins. "If you don't know how about we go and get something to eat."
Sliding the jacket on, she is almost swimming in it. "Sure, dinner sounds great. I haven't eaten yet. And I don't have any plans for the night. So I am all yours." She grins up at him.
He returns the grin, liking the sound of that. All his. He smiles and opens the passenger door to his car for her, holding it open while she slides into the seat. He closes the door once she is inside and then walks around, unlocking the driver door before getting in. He looks at her. "Italian?"
She yanks a little on her skirt but knows it isn't helping. Nodding to him. "That sounds good. I haven't had that in awhile." She rolls her eyes. "Actually been eating in a lot. Even on the road I order room service." She was not sure why she was telling him that.
He nods and drives the car out of the parking lot, heading towards a nice little Italian restaurant he knows about. "You mean you actually eat that hotel food? That's almost as bad as hospital food. You, my dear, need some gourmet food." He grins over at her.
She laughs. "Well I can't help it. I don't like to eat alone and so rather eat in the hotels then go out. I mean," shrugs, "I don't mind eating alone. And I have gone out and had partied, but that is different. You can go to a club and have fun, if you go to a restaurant you are still alone."
"So is that why you try to never be alone?" He pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant and parks the car, switching it off. He gets out and walks around to her door, opening it and offering her his hand to help her out, always the gentleman.
She shrugs, taking his hand and getting out of the car. "Yeah, maybe." She wasn't about to be vulnerable to him, she knew him, he would use it against her, so she flashes a smile at him. "But hey, everyone likes my company."
He grins and waits for her to move out of the way before shutting the car door. He hits a button on his keychain and the cars security system goes on. He then starts walking towards the doors to the restaurant with her. "Can I just ask you one thing? What the hell did you see in McMahon anyway?"
She waits till he opens the door for her and walks in, then as they are seating, she makes him wait even more, nodding as the takes the menu, opening it, she looks at it, then finally speaks. "A means to an end."
He raises a brow, then just smiles and shakes his head. "What was he paying you?" Picks up his menu and starts looking at it.
She coughs and chokes on her water, looking at him in shock. "EXCUSE ME? I am NEVER for sale!"
He smiles at her. "Calm down, Trish. I'm just trying to figure out what would make you want a man like Vince." He shakes his head. A waiter walks up and asks them for their drink orders. Rock looks at Trish. "How about some white wine?"
She nods, waiting till he leaves before answering. "I told you, it was a means to an end. It got further, he got what he wanted."
He shakes his head. "You didn't need him to get to the top." He feels a change of subject is needed so changes it. "So how would you like to get back at the Dudley's?" Then smirks. "I honestly think you should kick that Stacey Kiebler's ass!!"
She lets him change the subject, watching him. "Sure I do. Why? What do you have in mind?"
He grins. "Oh I have something really good in mind for them. Trust me. You're gonna like it."
She raises a brow. "Oh really? Plan on letting me in on it? I mean, seeing I will be a part of it."
He grins and shakes his head. "Not done formulating the plan yet. But when I figure everything out then I'll tell you."
You aren't even going to give me a hint?" She grins mischievously at him, batting her eyelashes. "Not even a little one? "
He keeps grinning and waits for the waiter to pour them some of the wine. He then picks up his glass and holds it up. "So what shall we toast?" once again changing the subject.
She picks up her glass. "To lovely company and a nice evening."
He smiles and nods, tapping his glass lightly against hers. Then he takes a sip of the wine, watching her as he does, still wondering why he had those feelings for her.
She wonders what that look is about and takes a sip of her wine. "So, what looks good tonight." She pushes the menu away. "You can order for me."
He takes her menu and smiles, knowing just what to get. He looks at the waiter as he comes back and orders two pasta dishes for them, then he hands the menus to the waiter and looks back at Trish. "Anything you're allergic to?"
She shakes her head. "Nothing that I know of." She grins at the waiter as he leaves, flirting.
He smiles and watches her. "So...wanna go catch a movie sometime?
She blinks, then smiles. "Hey, Rock, I saw your movie. You don't have to plug it," she says teasingly.
"Well that wasn't exactly what I was going for but....so did you like it?"
She watches him. "It was okay. Didn't like the end. It was too obvious it was CGI... *pauses and takes a sip of the wine they had been brought* So, what were you going for?
He just keeps grinning. "I think I was asking you out."
She watches him and blinks, pausing before answering. "Well." She pauses again then smiles. "Sure. Would love to."
He drinks some more of his wine, nodding. "Good. How about tomorrow night?"
She blinks again, wondering where this was all coming from. "Uh, sure," laughs. "If you want." She tilts her head to the side, studying him. "Okay, so what do you want?"
He leans back as their meals come. Setting down his wine glass he picks up his knife and fork and then looks at her. "What do you mean? Are you asking if I want you, Trish?"
She about chokes. "No, that wasn't what I was talking about. But now that you bring up the subject...." She picks up her fork.
"What? Want me to say I want you, Trish?"
"You expected me to answer that. So why don't you answer it first." She shrugs. "Or not, but you started it." She takes a bite.
"All right. That seems only fair. Yes I do, Trish. But," he holds up his hand to stop her from speaking. "If you're looking for a relationship I'm not the man for you."
She looks him up and down. "You are pretty full of yourself, aren't you? I mean, why is it that men always think women want commitment or relationships? Maybe we are out to just have a little fun ourselves?"
He arches one brow. "Most women do want a commitment. Has nothing to do with me being full of myself."
"Well when did I ever say I was anywhere like most women?" She looks at herself. "Do I look like most women?"
He looks her over and grins, shaking his head. "Oh no. You look much better then other women. Which is why The Rock chose you as his tag team partner. Only the best for the best."
She nods in agreement. "Yes, I am the best. And so it would be THE best you ever had." And she didn't mean the tag teaming. She grins at him,
His brow goes up again and he grins. "Oh? Well you might have to prove that fact."
"And how am I going to do that?"
He grins and not being the shy one he answers her honestly. "You can come home with me and show me."
She nearly chokes at him being so blunt. "Is that so?" She raises a brow in question. "Is that a challenge?" She wasn't one to back down, not even from something like that.
He just keeps grinning at her, finding it quite amusing to see her shocked like that. "I believe it is."
She shrugs, trying to look as nonchalant as she can. "Okay, then, I will."
He grins. "Good. So let's eat and get out of here."
She nods firmly. "Lets then," and starts to eat again.
He grins and watches her for a moment before resuming eating his dinner. He had very good table manners, something his mother had insisted on im learning when he was young.
She starts eating again, waiting several minutes before looking at him and asking. "So, do you really think you can handle what I have?"
"Is this like that Destiny's Child song? The Bootilicious one where they ask if the listener can handle their jelly or something?" he asks, grinning. The he sets his fork down, picks up his wine glass and looks like he is contemplating something before he answers her. "Yes." He drinks a bit of his wine. "I can handle it. Question is, Trish, can you handle The Rock?" He smirks, having had a urge to say The People's Strudel but doesn't, thinking now just wasn't the right time.
She tilts her head to the side. "Oh I can handle anything. I just think you can't handle me," smirks and starts eating again.
He grins and eats some more before stopping and looking at her. "Oh don't you worry about me. You just better worry when you're gonna get any sleep."
She had about finished her meal and she takes a sip of her wine, looking at him. "Is that so? So you think you have that type of stamina?"
He finishes off his meal and picks up his napkin, wiping off his mouth before looking at her and answering her question with that cocky grin of his. "Oh I know I have it."
She rolls her eyes at him. "We will see, we will see." She takes a sip of her wine, looking over the glass at him and smiling seductively at him. "After tonight's match, you may not have it in you," she says smirking.
He finishes off his glass of wine and then grins. "Now, Trish. You should know me better than that by now. A little match ain't gonna slow me down."
Done with her meal, she turns her fork over and sets it on the plate, noticing the waiter immediately coming over to take away the plate, she takes another sip of wine. "Oh really? So, you think you will be able to hold out all night?" She smirks. "I haven't met a man that could keep up with me yet. Why should you be any different?"
He grins and leans back in his chair after filling his wineglass half way again. His plate is cleared away, and after the waiter asks if they would like any dessert and they both shake their head no, he asks for the check and then goes back to speaking with Trish. "Because I am The Rock. I can hold out. Trust me on that one."
She nods to the waiter who fills her glass with the last of the wine, then looks at him, bringing the glass to her lips, she lets the amber liquid gently touch them, before parting her lips enough to let it slide down her throat. All the while just watching him. "We will see, won't we." She puts the empty glass on the table, waiting till they had taken the Rock's credit card and brought it back for him to sign, before getting up. She smiles softly at the waiter, who about faints, and thanks him as he hands her her jacket. Then, she takes the Rock's arm and lets him escort her out of the restaurant. Once back in his car, she speaks again. "So, where exactly do you live?"
He signs for the meal, puts his credit card back into his pocket and then stands up, grabbing his jacket before escorting Trish out of the restaurant. "Oh trust me. You'll like it." He grins and leads her over to his car, switching off the security on it and opening the passenger door for her. Once she is in he closes the door and walks around to the driver's side. Sliding into the car he starts it up and heads for his home,
She watches as the scenery goes by, the night lights something she always did enjoy. It made a dirty city seem less dirty. "I will? Why? Does it have your picture all over?"
He grins and looks at her as he stops at a light. "Why? You want to be looking at my picture all night?" He turns a corner and drives down a street with lots of shops and businesses. He turns into a leveled parking garage and parks the car. The garage was where the customers for the ritzy hotel next door parked their cars. He even had a spot all his own. He gets out of the car, walks around and opens her door, helping her out and then closing the door when she is out of the way and locking it. He hits the security button on his keychain remote and then offers her his arm. He leads her away from the car and over to the elevators. "You'll like this place because it's way better then anything McMahon could get," smirks.
She walks with him, entering into the elevator and looking him up and down. "And who said that I saw much of what he could get? You don't have to use sex, just the tease works a lot of the time." She smirks and looks back at the doors as they open. "But we will see if it is up to "The Rock" standards," she says with a slow seductive grin.
He grins and follows her from the elevator, then walks down the hallway to his penthouse suite. He unlocks the doors and opens it for her, waiting for her to walk inside before he does. He flips the light switch by the door and the locks the door behind them. "Now now, we both know The Rock can hold up."
She enters and looks around, nodding at the impeccable taste in furniture. "I take it you didn't decorate this." She smirks and moves away from him and down the hall, entering the living room and looking around. "Nice." She turns and looks at him. "Gonna offer me a drink? Or just take me to bed?"
He drops his keys a stuff off at the table by the door and then follows her around. "Actually I'm renting so nope didn't decorate." He watches her turn around and wants to say just take her to bed but doesn't. "How about a drink first? What do you want?"
She nods. "A drink would be nice. Do you have an brandy?" She walks over to a chair in the living room and takes a seat. "Well it is a nice place." She crosses her legs and swings one of them slightly, watching him.
He nods and walks over to the wet-bar in the room. He gets two glasses and pours a little bit of the brandy into each. Then he walks over and hands her a glass before sitting down on the couch across from her. "Well I do have good taste. Can't be living in a dirt hole."
Taking the glass, she looks at the amber liquid in it, then at him, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a sip of it. "Mmmm good. I see you have more taste then I thought you did," she says with a slow grin.
He grins and nods. "I have very good taste. Don't know why you people don't see that." He drinks his brandy quickly and then watches her. "So, we gonna get to it or what?"
She leans back against the pillows, breathing heavy. He was right about one thing, he had stamina. But, so did she. She looks over at him, still smiling. "At this rate you won't get any sleep. Guess you liked what you got...?"
He turns his head to look at her, then turns on his side in the bed and props himself up on one elbow, smiling and nodding. "So far so good. And I've told you before, don't need sleep." He grins. "Or do I look tired to you?" He was a little tired, they had been going at it for a few hours now, but still, he wasn't ready to give in.
She watches him and smiles. "You look exhausted." Actually she was, but it was a good tired. She reaches out and caresses his cheek. "Sleep is always good."
He smiles at her, raising a brow. "You mean we should call a truce? Say we both have good stamina and leave it at that?" He turns his head and kisses the palm of her hand before taking it in his.
She grins. "Yeah, lets call a truce. I want to be able to walk tomorrow," she says with a slow grin.
He smiles and nods, turning onto his back in the bed and reaching over to the lamp on the bedside table. He switches it off and then looks at her. "Sounds good to me. I need my strength anyways. Have to fight the whining brat Jericho. And more than likely Angle too." He rolls his eyes in the semi dark.
She curls up against him when he lies back down, laying her head on his chest. "Well you have to fight someone. Wouldn't be any good if you didn't."
He wraps his arm around her and pulls the covers around them. "Sure I would be. I'm The Rock. The most electrifying man in sports entertainment." He grins. "I could just be standing around and I would STILL be a god!"
She shakes her head, laughing. "Oh boy, and here I thought that you were only playing at that. You ARE that conceded." She starts laughing at him softly.
"I'm not conceded. I just have confidence in myself." He flashes her a smile. "Jericho is conceded. And little RVD." He rolls his eyes again. "Those boys need to have The Rock stick his boot straight up their candy asses!"
She laughs and shakes her head. "If that is what you insist. Though I must agree with you on RVD," rolling her eyes in response.
"Thank you! Someone who finally does! I swear! Half the people there think he is a star! But to be a star that boy needs to learn how to stop talking in monotone." He shivers and shakes his head, then yawns and finally closes his eyes. "Good night, Trish."
"Night Rock." She closes her eyes and tries to fall asleep, not sure how she got where she was, but liking it.