DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything or any one in this story. They all belong to Vince and well themselves. But if I could I would own them all and make them work 4 me in a circus and I would pay them in love and skittles since I have no money.

John and Trish sat on an empty crate in the hallway. It was only 8 o'clock so they still had an hour till Johns big debut. Trish was really getting along with him he didn't seem like a bad boy at all. He even explained how he got put in jail. She now had a new respect for him, unlike the other guys she knew he was honest. He didn't hide anything from her.

"So what are you doing after raw tonite?" He asked almost shyly.

"well the girls and I were going to this club." She said not understanding why he asked.

"Oh, cause the guys asked me to go with them to a party, like a welcome to the gang kinda thing." He was just a little disappointed that she had plans.

"Oh the girls do that too. Just that it involves lots of junk food." She laughed remembering all the fun they had.

"RANDY KEITH ORTHAN!!!! WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?!" They heard Stacy yell.

"Stacy you're over reacting." He said back in his usual calm way.

"Over reacting, over reacting, I - AM - NOT - OVER – REACTING!" She screamed hitting him with each word.

"Stacy you are over reacting. That little vein in your head looks like it wants to burst." He was still calm meaning that he didn't know what he did wrong yet. Stacy didn't say any more because she knew he was right. She was over reacting so instead of talking or yelling she just proceeded to hit him then she stomped away.

"I better go." Trish giggled noticing her pissed off friend.

"Yeah me too I wanna find out what happened." John said getting down from the crate then helping Trish down the same way he had to help her up. With that the two part ways.

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"Argh! MEN ARE ASSHOLES!" Stacy yelled as she stormed into the women's locker room and slammed the door behind her. The room was now crowded with women. From Stage hands to divas to the makeup artists but Stacy didn't care, she was mad.

"What happened to you?" Molly asked as she laced up her boots.

"RANDY TOLD CARMELLA..." She was cut off by the sound of the door opening. She thought it was Trish but she turned around to see none other than Carmella standing behind her.

"Honey just because I have the goods that your man wants dose not mean that you can drag my name through the dirt." Stacy didn't know what else to do. She thought quickly (another gift that only women possess) she had more wresteling experience than the brunett but did not want to wait for a match. Quickly she lunged forward throwing Carmella to the ground, she didn't notice someone lifting her off until she saw Trish slapping the shit out of Carmella's mouth and brains. It took Victoria and Gail to restrain Trish but no one cared if Carmella got up or not.

"Don't fuck with the top dogs." Trish spit as Carmella sat up. Her face was already swelling from the abuse.

"Bitch" Stacy add pushing her hair back form her face.

"These kids today have no respect." A pregnant Stephanie commented from the corner of the room.