PART SEVEN

TWO DAYS LATER

Chris and Adam sat in the locker room, both men reading a book in complete silence.  That is, until the door flew open and two angry looking men entered the room.  The two Canadians put their books down, looking up to meet two pairs of brown eyes.  Paul Levesque and Randy Orton stood in the room, both men crossing their arms over their chests as they glared at the other men angrily.

"Can we help you?" Chris asked in a very un-amused tone.

"Yeah, you can," Paul replied.  "You can start by staying the fuck away from our girlfriends."  Adam rolled his eyes… he just knew that this was going to come sooner or later.

"Last I checked, your girlfriends happened to be our friends… I don't plan on cutting off a friendship just because we don't see eye to eye," Adam said, looking up and locking eyes with the Game.

"Well I suggest you do start cutting off the friendship, or else *I'm* going to start cutting off…"

"Oh shut the hell up Paul," Chris injected bitterly.  "You're all talk and you know it.  God forbid you try and hurt one of us… you might tear a quad or something."  Adam snickered at his friend's comment.  Paul didn't find it so funny.

"Listen up pal, I'm warning you now.  You need to stay away from Trish," he said, pointing at Adam.  Then, he turned, his gaze locking on Chris.  "And you, you need to stay far away from Stephanie.  It was cute at first, you being all cute and friendly with her, but it's GOING to stop."

"Okay assclown, how about *you* listen up for once?" Chris replied angrily, standing up and getting in Levesque's face.  "Maybe you ought to take a page out of my book and try actually being nice to your fiancé.  Did you ever stop to consider that maybe Stephanie likes hanging around me because I treat her like a human being?"  Paul narrowed his eyes at the shorter man, shaking his head with annoyance.

"Are you saying I don't treat her right?"

"Yeah, that's EXACTLY what I'm saying.  And if you're smart, you'll start treating her right before someone who WILL treat her right comes along and takes her away from you," Chris shot back.  Paul snorted cockily.

"Yeah, right… keep dreaming Jerky.  Steph's not going to leave him… her daddy would never accept that," Randy said suddenly, smirking.  Paul grinned… that sounded exactly like something he would say.  He was training the kid well.

"How nice of you to join the conversation Randy," Adam said dryly, eyeing Orton angrily.  Every time he saw Randy he thought back to when he saw him with that girl in the club, sneaking off to the bathroom.

"Do I sense hostility in your voice Adam?" Randy asked, raising an eyebrow.  "You know, I never really understood why you didn't like me… I mean, aside from being with Trish, who you are apparently madly in love with, I've never done to you."  Adam rolled his eyes.

"Listen Randy, I've seen you on more than one occasion being unusually close to women that are not Trish.  Regardless of what I feel for Trish, or how close we are, you're cheating on her… I have no respect for trash like you," he stated plainly.

"Oh, so now I'm trash?  For what? For liking to have a good time?" Randy shot back, moving his hands to his hips.

"Trust me kid, there's a difference between having a good time and what you were doing so yeah, I'd say you're pretty much trash," Adam replied, glaring up at him.  Upon hearing his words, Randy lunged at Adam, only to be caught by Levesque, who yanked him away.  As he was pulling him out the door, Paul turned back to Adam and Chris, sending them a warning glance.

"Next time I'm letting him go… and I hope he beats the shit out of you," he said gruffly, before turning and pulling Orton out the door.

"Next time I'm letting him go," Chris said mockingly once the door was shut.  Shaking his head, he looked over at Adam, who looked like he was about to kill somebody.

"Good, I hope he does.  I can't stand them… they think just because we're laid back we won't fight.  And I swear to God, if Paul thinks just because he's in Vince's pocket I won't hit him, he's got another thing…"

"Adam, chill… you know those guys won't do anything.  But if it ever does come down to that, it would be a piece of cake taking them out.   Randy might be a little trouble, but we can get him.  Flair wouldn't think twice about picking a fight with us without Trips around and if Trips is around, all we have to do his hit him in the quad and you know he'll cry like a little girl," Chris said, hoping to lighten up Adam's mood a bit.  It seemed to work, as the tall man cracked a smile.

"Now that is something that I would love to see."

LATER THAT NIGHT

Trish yawned tiredly, shutting the TV off in the den of her hotel room.  She stretched as she stood, running her fingers through her blonde hair.  She flipped the light switch, exiting the dark room and going into the bedroom.  Tonight was one of the first nights in as long as she could remember where Randy didn't go out with Paul and Ric.  He hadn't given her any reason as to why, just that he didn't feel like going out.  Trish was suspicious, but she wasn't going to argue if it meant she had a chance to spend the night with Randy.  She pushed the bedroom door open, pulling her shirt off as she did so.  She raised an eyebrow when she saw Randy buttoning his jeans and pulling a shirt on.

Placing her hands on her hips, she questioned him, "What's going on?"  He looked up at her, doing a double take when he saw her standing there in her bra. 

"I-I just got a phone call from… from my dad.  My mom's in the hospital, she passed out or something.  I'm sorry babe, but I have to go home and see her," he explained, throwing his sweatpants he had taken off into his bag.

"What?  Is she okay?" Trish asked, concern flooding her features.

"Yeah, she should be fine… I just want to go and see her that's all.  I'm sorry babe, but I'll call you this weekend, and then I'll see you Monday morning," he said apologetically.

"Well, do you want me to come with you?  I don't want you driving and all if you're upset," she suggested.  Shaking his head swiftly, Randy moved over to her and placed his hands on her hips.

"No, that's okay, thanks hon.  I just… I have to go, okay?" he said.  When she nodded, he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, slowly making his way out of the room.  Trish watched him walk out of the room, a feeling of slight anger coming over her momentarily.  This was going to be her night to spend time with him, and now all of a sudden he had to leave again.  Soon after, she felt guilty.  It wasn't his fault his mother was ill… he was only doing what a good son would do by going to see her.  Stop being so selfish Trish… you have your whole life to spend time with him.

Outside the room, Randy quietly pulled the door shut quietly.  He threw his bag over his shoulder, quietly making his way down the hallway.  He walked up to the elevator, pressing the down button.  When the door opened, Jay Reso and Chris Irvine stepped off.  Chris glared at him, and Randy guessed it had something to do with their conversation earlier in the day.

"Hey Randy," Jay said quietly.  Even though he had seen Randy dancing with that girl over a month ago, he wasn't one to pass judgment.  In his eyes, Randy was still okay, so he figured he should be nice to the kid.  Chris nudged him in the ribs, as if he were scolding him for greeting the young man.  Randy simply nodded as he walked by the two men, allowing the elevator doors to close on him.  He rode the elevator down to the lobby, rubbing his eyes tiredly as it stopped.  When the doors opened, he stepped out, his eyes searching around the lobby.  He stopped when he met a pair of brown eyes.  He locked eyes with the young woman, making his way over to her.  He grinned as he eyed the tiny little woman.  It was only her second week in WWE… not only that, with the help of Paul, she had been convinced that the reason her recent Women's Title Victory was because of him.  Needless to say, she felt that she owed him a big favor, and Randy was ready to collect.  He sent the young woman an arrogant smirk, feeling proud as he saw her grin and wave back.  He walked up to her, linking arms with her as he led her out of the hotel.

"Come on Gail, let's get out of here."

Wow, I didn't think people would like this story so much!  I really love the response I'm getting from you guys.  Just a little note, I'm going away this weekend so I won't be able to update until around Wednesday, but that's not too far away… LOL, just thought I'd let you know.  Thanks for all the reviews so far, keep em coming!!!