PART 12
TWO WEEKS LATER
Adam pulled his right shoe on, tucking a few strands of damp hair behind his ear while doing so. He had gotten to the arena way earlier than he'd expected, so he had been bored out of his mind. Just for the hell of it, he had done a round of sets of crunches and sit-ups and then jumped in the shower. Now, he sat back in his chair, closing his eyes and relaxing. He was actually beginning to doze off, but a knock on the locker room door made his eyes snap open. He jumped to answer it, remembering that it was still early and he was the only one in the room. The Canadian headed to the door and pulled it open, grinning as he saw who was there.
"Hey Trish!" he said excitedly, stepping back and allowing the petite diva to step into the room.
"Hey," Trish replied, reaching up and pulling a slightly surprised Adam into a hug.
"So, you're back?" Adam asked, a hopeful tone in his deep voice. Pushing away from him, Trish glanced up and met his eyes, smiling brightly as she nodded at him.
"I'm back," she answered, letting go of him and walking a few more paces into the room. Adam followed, taking a seat on the bench that was resting up against the wall.
"So, how was your time off?" Adam questioned, his green orbs eyeing her intently.
"It was great… I really needed to just get away for a while, and it was perfect. I, uh… this whole thing was just really bugging me," she said, suddenly looking down at the floor. His eyes still trained on her, Adam frowned. While she hadn't exactly specified what the "thing" that was bugging her was, it was obvious to him that Trish was referring to her situation with Randy. Adam sighed quietly… he still felt so sorry… and so guilty… for what Trish had gone through. If only he had told her the first time around…
"Um, so are you guys… over?" he asked, trying to keep the hopefulness he was feeling from leaking into his tone.
"Uh… yeah, we are," Trish answered without looking up. The two Canadians sat in silence for a few moments, Adam's gaze also finding the floor as Trish began to shift back and forth of her feet. A few moments later, the silence was beginning to grow awkward, so Trish decided that she would be the one to speak.
"Anyway," she said, pushing the thoughts of Randy and how upset she still was out of her mind for the time being. "I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out later, since it's my first day back and all." She brought her gaze up to his, and their eyes met again. Adam's eyes lit up at her suggestion, and he grinned softly at her.
"That sounds good. Did you want to go somewhere, or…"
"Actually, I was thinking maybe we could just rent a movie and invite some people to just hang out at the hotel. I… I don't think I'm really in the mood to be in the club scene just yet," she suggested, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.
"Alright," Adam agreed, nodding. "That sounds good too. I'll talk to Jay and the others when they get here and tell them what's going on. So, what are you doing now? If you're not busy, we could go grab something to eat or whatever." Frowning, Trish shook her head.
"Sorry Adam, but I can't… I have some business to attend to. I'll see you later though, and we'll definitely hang out tonight," she said, heading to the door.
"Okay, bye Trish," Adam replied, waving to her as she pulled the door shut behind her. Once she was gone, Adam sat back in his seat, wondering just what 'business' the Canadian diva would be attending to.
ERIC BISCHOFF'S OFFICE"Mr. Bischoff?" Trish called, knocking on the door as she pushed it open. Eric looked up, dropping the papers he was looking through and grinning at the young woman who had entered the room.
"Hi Trish," he said cheerily, pointing to a chair across the room, against the wall of the office. "Have a seat." Trish nodded, heading over and sitting down in the seat Eric had pointed out to her, sitting forward and resting her elbows on her knees. After she was seated, Bischoff folded his hands on the desk and looked over at her.
"So, what can I do for you Ms. Stratus?" he asked, his gaze dropping down and roaming over her. Suddenly realizing that the way she was sitting gave her boss an acute view down her white t-shirt, Trish sprang up, her eyes widening slightly. She shuddered, reminding herself that the Raw GM was a creep who take advantage of every opportunity he had to sneak a peek down her shirt.
"Well Eric," she replied rather loudly, reverting his attention back to her face. "I came here to talk to you about signing a match for Raw tonight."
"Oh?" Eric queried, raising an eyebrow. It was very rare that a wrestler, especially a female one, requested just one match with a specific person, and when they did, it was usually because of personal issues with the opponent. "What match would that be?" he asked curiously. He was very anxious to see just who Trish had an issue with.
"Well, I was actually thinking of a tag match. One that involves myself and Lita taking on Gail Kim and Jackie Gayda," Trish replied.
"And what exactly is your reason for requesting such a match?"
Smirking, Trish responded, "Let's just say that the two of them have done some things recently that have sparked my interest." Eric thought for a moment, and then suddenly, it hit him. Rumors had been flying all over the backstage area throughout the duration of Trish's time off as to exactly why she'd requested the time in the first place. There were a couple different stories, but the main one was that she had caught her boyfriend Randy Orton cheating on her with another diva. The diva in question *had* to be one of the two she had mentioned. Bischoff smirked, suddenly feeling very proud of himself for remembering what he had been hearing. It just might have been enough to get him something he'd wanted for a *long* time.
"Trish, you do realize that I can't grant you a match with someone just because you caught her screwing your boyfriend," he replied arrogantly. Trish narrowed her eyes at her boss… if he wasn't in a position of power, she would have smacked him right then and there. "Unless," he continued, "you're willing to do something for me." Trish felt her stomach turn as she imagined just what 'favor' Bischoff wanted her to do for him.
"What would *that* be?" she asked, rolling her eyes in disinterest.
"How about you give me the same treatment that Gail and Jackie gave to Randy?" he suggested, eyeing her appreciatively.
"Ew!" Trish shrieked, jumping out of her chair and storming out of the room.
Fuck that… she didn't want to fight the two women *that* bad. Trish shuddered again, shaking all the thoughts of her disgusting boss out of her mind. As much as she wanted to get her hands on those two little bitches, it wasn't going to happen on Raw. Trish supposed she could always just fight them backstage, but she would get in a lot less trouble… and have a lot more fun embarrassing them… if it happened in a match on television. She supposed it would just have to wait. Besides, she thought, suddenly finding herself smiling again. Eric isn't the boss of Smackdown.
LATER THAT DAYPaul Levesque sat alone in Evolution's locker room, rubbing his temples gently. His was killing him. All he had been doing for the past 48 hours was think of how Stephanie McMahon was going to break up with him. He didn't know what in hell he was going to do. Without his engagement to her, there was no way he would be able to keep the control he'd been given. He *needed* that control to keep the title, to keep his life. That World Heavyweight Championship meant more to him than his own mother… he wasn't going to part with it without putting up a fight. Then, as if she had read his mind, the door to the locker room creaked open, and Paul looked up to see Stephanie standing in the doorway.
"Hi Paul," she said, stepping in and closing the door.
"Hey," he replied nervously, preparing himself for the moment he'd so been dreading since he'd heard her talking to Chris about it.
"We need to talk," she said, sitting down on the arm of one of the leather sofas. Just as she sat down, Paul jumped up. He had been telling himself all along that he would remain calm in the situation and sweet talk his way out of this, but that plan went out the window. Instead of doing as he'd planned, Paul flipped.
"No way Stephanie, you are *not* going to dump me… I won't have it!" he exclaimed suddenly, and her eyes widened.
"How did you know I was…"
"I heard you and Jericho talking," he answered matter-of-factly, before she could even ask the question.
"Don't you dare break up with Steph, or I'll make you regret it! I don't want to have to do that, but I will," he threatened. Don't let him get to you, Stephanie told herself. Just like Chris said, stay calm, dump him, and get the hell out.
"No Paul," she said firmly. "It's over. I shouldn't have to put up with your shit, and I *won't* anymore. Paul narrowed his eyes at her, shaking his head.
"You can't dump me… not a month before our wedding. You know how much money your family poured into this… you can't do it," he replied.
"Yes I can, and I just did. It's over Paul, I'm breaking up with you," she said strongly.
"Over my dead body you are."
Both Paul and Stephanie's heads snapped in the direction of the door. A huge grin formed on Paul's face as he saw who had made the comment. Standing in the doorway, sending Stephanie a very angry glare, was Vince McMahon.
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