PART TEN
A MOMENT LATER
"Randy!" Trish screamed, cupping her hand over her mouth in shock as she watched her boyfriend jump, pushing the blonde woman that was currently on top of him over to the other side of the bed.
"Trish! I… I can explain!" Randy cried, his eyes widening in shock. He hadn't expected her to get to the hotel for hours. Trish ignored her boyfriend, and she narrowed her eyes in fury as she noticed who the naked woman was. As she struggled to cover herself with the shirt Randy had thrown to the floor, Trish scowled at her.
"Jackie Gayda," she growled, and Adam, who was still standing about twenty feet away from her, felt his eyes widen. Jackie Gayda? Wow, Adam thought silently. He really *is* a manwhore. He turned his attention back to Trish as she began screaming at the blonde woman. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" Jackie's eyes widened as well… Randy told her she wouldn't show up till after they were done. The Tough Enough 2 winner knew that Trish Stratus was *not* the woman she needed to start a fight with.
"Look Trish, I know you're probably really mad right now, but I…" she started, but Trish cut her off with a menacing glare.
"Mad?! You think I'm mad?! Believe me you bitch, I am *beyond* mad! What the fuck made you think you could get away with this?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips angrily.
"I… I didn't think you…" Jackie stammered. Normally she'd have no problem sleeping with another woman's boyfriend, but that was when she was sure she wouldn't get caught. Now that she was in the situation, she didn't know what to do.
"You know what? I don't give a shit… get your clothes on and then get the fuck out of my hotel room," Trish said in a murderous tone.
Adam's eyes were still wide, still locked on the Canadian diva, in case she decided to do anything she would later regret. Trish felt herself shaking as she stood and waited for Jackie to pull her underwear and pants on, not even bothering to put her shirt on as she practically ran from the room. The Canadian diva felt her blood boiling… there was literally not a time in her life that she could recall when she was so incensed. After Jackie was gone, Trish eyed her boyfriend with disgust.
"How long has this been going on?" she asked, preparing herself for the worst.
"This was the first time Trish, I swear!" Randy insisted, pulling his shorts on and standing up.
"Yeah, the first time with *her*! Is there anyone else you've fucked in the last three months that I don't know about?" she asked, even though she knew the answer was without a doubt yes.
She suddenly found herself feeling as though she were about to cry, but she forced the tears back. There was no way she was going to let Randy see that he brought her to tears. Adam shook his head sadly. He couldn't believe he had waited so long to tell Trish about Randy cheating on her. He should have told her that night at the club, when he saw him sneak into the bathroom with that woman. This was horrible… Adam never saw Trish so upset before. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was about to cry. As much as he didn't want to see anymore, he felt compelled to stay and watch. He just couldn't bring himself to leave the scene, not yet. Trish yelled some more, asking Randy if he ever really loved her.
"Of course I did… I do!" he swore, moving closer to her. She placed her hand to his chest, pushing him back as he approached her.
"If you loved me you wouldn't need to fuck so many women Randy. I'd be enough. I… I don't know what to say to you… you disgust me. I want you out," she said, her voice much quieter than before.
"But Trish, I…"
"Randy, please. Haven't you done enough?" she asked, stepping in the room and pulling the door shut behind her. Adam took a step in the direction of the door, but then he gave up, turning and walking away, hoping that Trish would be okay. He wanted so badly to go into the room and beat the living hell out of Orton for ever hurting her, but that wouldn't do any good. He sighed loudly, heading back to his room, not even bothering to get that drink he had come down for.
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A few hours later, Adam sat on the balcony of his hotel room, staring out into the now starlit sky. He closed his eyes for a minute, thinking back to what had happened earlier. He almost laughed as he thought about how dumb he must have sounded, begging Trish to put her bags in his room. Adam didn't know why he thought that idea would work… he supposed he just desperately didn't want Trish to see Randy was cheating on her. You'd think Adam would *want* Trish to know about Randy screwing around… she did, after all, have a right to know. He frowned, remember once again the old phrase, 'Ignorance is bliss.' It was certainly fitting for this situation. As he sat back in his chair, deep in thought, Adam didn't hear the person who had snuck up behind him. She stood in the open doorway, eyeing him silently. She didn't want to startle him, but she had to see someone, and he was the one person she knew she could go to.
"Adam?" she called out quietly to him, causing him to jump slightly and snap his head around.
When Adam turned, he saw Trish Stratus standing behind him. She stood in the doorway connecting the balcony to the hotel room, her arms hugging herself protectively. As his gaze traveled up her, Adam winced, noticing the tears filling her deep brown eyes. He instantly stood, frowning at the sight of her. Her eyes were so red and puffy… she had to have been crying for hours. He sighed, doing the only thing he could think of. He held his arms out to her, gesturing for her to come to him. She collapsed into his embrace, sobbing loudly as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. He ran his hand up and down her back soothingly, whispering softly to her as he mentally added Randy Orton to his hit list.
TWO DAYS LATERJay Reso walked down a hallway in the arena alone, thinking to himself as he headed toward the locker room in search of Adam. His best friend had been upset all day. Earlier that morning, Trish had explained to Adam that she was taking a few weeks off, that she couldn't be around Randy or Jackie or Gail or the company for a little while. She thanked him for staying up with her on both nights when she couldn't sleep, and for being there for her through all of this. Jay frowned as he thought back to their conversation, as Adam had explained it.
"But Trish, do you really want to leave because of all this?" Adam asked, hoping she would change her mind.
"I'm sure. Look, Adam, I can't stay here. I just… I just can't be around Randy right now, or Gail and Jackie… you have to understand that," she explained, feeling the tears straining her brown eyes again.
"I *do* understand Trish," Adam insisted. "But if you leave now, that means Randy is winning." Laughing sardonically, Trish shook her head.
"He already has won."
Jay sighed, feeling very sorry for both of his friends. As he continued on down the hall, he saw a sign on a locker room door that caught his attention. He stopped, eyeing the plate that read 'Evolution' intently. He could hear voices coming from the inside, so he stepped up to the door, silencing himself as he listened in.
"Ric, I'm fucked," a gruff voice called, one that Jay could tell belonged to Paul Levesque.
"Chill Paul, we'll figure something out. Besides, she hasn't even broken up with you yet," Ric Flair assured him.
"Yeah, I know, but still… who the fuck does she think she is? Just because she whored herself out to Jericho, all of a sudden he wants to help end our relationship?"
"Hey man, Jericho is no threat to us. And so what if you get dumped? It'll just mean you'll be more free to…"
"If I get dumped my fucking title goes out the window!" Paul screamed, causing the older man to jump slightly. "NOBODY does this to me Ric. I'll be damned if I let some blonde pretty boy steal my woman. And this whole thing with Randy and Trish and Copeland isn't helping. I'm getting sick of these damn blonde Canadians." Levesque scowled as he thought of Adam and Chris.
"So… what are you planning on doing about it?" Ric asked, an odd twinkle forming in his eyes. Paul had a tendency to react the same way towards anyone that pissed him off… violently. And Ric knew better than anyone else that Paul enjoyed putting people through pain. Hell, so did he… that was what Evolution was all about. Making people suffer so that they could stay on top. Paul smirked, the gleam in his eye matching the one in Flair's as he spoke.
"I think it's time we pay our pretty blonde Canadians a little visit. And by paying them a visit, I mean giving them a beat down."
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