I Disclaim!

AN: Once again thank you for the reviews and this chapter is definitely shorter than my usuals BUT I do plan on adding another chapter by tonight or tomorrow and I'm going to try to my luck at a one shot. That'll be up when I add the next chapter. Hope you enjoy. This chapter is basically a filler but it kinda sets the stage for what's gonna happen next.

Trish let out a giggle as her glass of wine clinked with Amy's. The girls had decided they needed a good old fashioned slumber party. They hadn't had one in a while and considering the ongoing disarray of Trish's emotions regarding a certain tall, dark, handsome young man known as the legend killer, this was exactly what Trish needed. She admitted that aside from her work, most of her time was spent with Randy between the sheets and not enough time as she would like with her friends. Her friends were her world. They knew her secrets and her past, they knew the good and the bad and they still loved her and cherished her and supported her no matter what. She felt a sense of pride being a part of these peoples lives and felt honoured that she was special enough to hold a place in their hearts. Similarly, they each had spot in her heart. She couldn't imaging what she'd do without them and she prayed she'd never have to find out. Though Trish and Amy decided to keep it a girls slumber party, they had missed they're good friends Chris, Jay, Adam, Terry and Matt, and had invited them up earlier to hang out with them for awhile. The guys had left not more than an hour ago but both women didn't let the fun end there. Lisa was on her way over since her flight got delayed in Florida because of the hurricane conditions. Trish let out another giggle before downing the remaining contents of the glass. Amy did the same and put her glass down on the table before examining her best friend. From the beginning of Trish's debut, both women had become immediate friends since they were both the new girls in the locker room considering Amy had only been with the company a few weeks before Trish joined. Amy had to admit that she hadn't seen as much of her friend as she would have liked and admitted to herself how much she missed her. But looking at her right now, Amy could tell that Trish was dealing with a lot in her life right now, since she could read her like a book, and Amy was determined to find out what was troubling the beautiful Trish Stratus.

"Hey, uh…Trish, how you been doing lately?" Amy question.

"Great Ames, I'm glad I'm finally back in the ring doing what I do best, but I just wished they'd at least let me get in some actual wrestling moves. I've been practicing since the Jericho angle since I wasn't in the ring that much and I'm itching to show them off, but the creative team insist that I stick it out as the bad girl who has to depend on cheap shots to retain the damn belt for awhile". Trish let out a huff at the end of her rant and Amy just shook her head, as if to tell Trish that wasn't what she meant.

"No Trish…how's things going in your personal life? I hardly you see that often. I mean…we usually room together and stuff and meet up after the shows but you seem to always be busy now and I'm just wondering if everything's alright. You look troubled sweetie and since I've taken on the role of part time big sister, full time best friend, I really do wanna help you".

Trish let the tears welling up in her eyes flow freely down her face. She hadn't known she was being so obvious but perhaps she wasn't. Amy could read her like a book with eyes closed. Her conscious debated whether to tell Amy about what was going on with Randy or not. Deciding that they had never kept a secret prior to her arrangements with Randy, she wasn't going make any exceptions because of him. So Trish took a deep breath and began her story. Amy listened intently, not once interrupting, knowing that Trish needed to get this all out or else she might just shut down. Amy couldn't help but feel her blood boil and of course her opinion was a bit biased, but that didn't matter, Randy Orton would be having a little chat with her and if he was lucky, by the time they were finished, his pretty face will still be intact.

John set his beer down the coffee table in front of him before returning his gaze to his pacing friend. Randy had been pacing back and forth down the hotel room, phone in hand, for what seemed hours and probably actually was.

"Yo bro, would you relax a little. What's got you so uptight and who the hell have you been trying to call for the past two hours?"

Randy sighed and turned to face his best friend. Things were getting better and better and Randy believe the situation between himself, John and Gail would only make his and John's friendship stronger. His theory was proving to be correct. Randy felt like John was his only life line right now and despite his intentions in the beginning to keep things secret between Trish and himself, he desperately needed to tell someone, because only God truly knew how much help he would need to win the blonde bombshell over.

"Hey John, look I need to tell you something" John looked at his friend expectantly, waiting for him to continue.

"Well, I don't really need to tell you something , there's been a lot going on with me lately and I need to tell someone and get it off my chest because I'm in desperate need of some help. There isn't anyone else I know who I'd rather tell but you".

John smiled at his friend, glad that Randy was able to trust him again. At least trust him enough to tell him something that obviously he's never told anyone else.

"Of course man, I'm always here to help. Go on" he encouraged. "Okay, but you can't tell anyone okay?" "Who the hell am I gonna tell Randy? Stop being stupid and just get on with it, you're trying to stall". Oh how John knew him so well.

"Well, it's like this…the night that I found you in and Gail…." Randy was interrupted by a loud banging on his hotel room door. He stared at the door for seconds trying to figure out who could possibly be coming to his room at this time and on top of that, why the hell would they be trying to break his room door down with the incessant pounding.

"Dude, u gonna get that or are you gonna just wait for whoever it is to break down the door?" John asked with a smirk. Whatever or whoever had his friend in knots, certainly had a great affect on his good buddy.

Randy jumped up and quickly opened the door.

"You filthy, womanizing, idiotic bastard, how could you treat her like this. Did God bless with everything but a heart? You ass clown. You are a pathetic excuse for a man!" the woman huffed.

"Amy" both men exclaimed simultaneously. Amy barged in the room uninvited, not particularly caring for proper etiquette at the moment. She was facing John and though he had nothing to do with why she was here, the man still received a menacing glare from the Queen of Extreme. She whipped around to face Randy once again. She spoke again but this time her voice had lowered considerably and her voice was filled with emotion as though she was going to cry.

"How could you?"

Randy didn't need to ask her what she was talking about and to be truthfully honest with himself, he wasn't at all surprised that she had come. It was just a matter of time before Trish told her and he found her at his door ready to tear him apart. The time had come and the time was now and though Randy had faced many opponents bigger and stronger that he, this woman was a bit too intimidating for his taste. Maybe it was because he knew the reason she was there and couldn't blame her one bit.

"What in the blue hell is going on here?" John asked in confusion. He really hated being the last to know things but hated not knowing at all even more.

Randy and Amy shared a glance between each other before Randy finished the story he was about to tell John before Amy interrupted. John sat there shocked and guilt ridden. If he hadn't slept with Gail then Randy would have never used Trish. But then again, if things didn't happen the way they had, then Randy would have never been with Trish and John had a strong feeling that Trish in Randy's life was a far better thing than it could be a bad thing. Besides, Trish was an amazing girl. He had had opportunities to talk to her before and she was extremely smart and funny and really down to earth. It certainly didn't hurt that she was probably one of the most beautiful and sexiest women alive. Damn Orton.

"Maybe I should the two of you alone to talk" John offered.

"No… please stay…I need your help". Randy turned to Amy, "and yours too".

Amy was ready to let him have it yet again but the moment her eyes met his crystal blues, she knew the truth. She plainly saw it before her and she truly began to wonder how Trish hadn't noticed. But then again, considering the situation, she probably wouldn't have either if she were in Trish's shoes.

"Alright Orton, I'll bite, only because I strongly believe that the eyes never lie and I see love in yours. But I swear to God, all I need is one reason Orton, just one, and I'll have the rest of our friends on you so fast, you won't know what hit you. So don't mess it up."

If it weren't for that fact that underneath all of the layers of threats, Amy was willing to help, Randy would have strongly contemplated leaving the country. Amy looked dead serious, but Randy also knew that Amy didn't just talk shit, she meant what she said. But he wouldn't have to worry because he wouldn't mess up this time. This had to work out. They just had to. There was no room for failure and with everything on the line, Randy Orton had never been more motivated than today.