Author: Princess-Asturia

Disclaimer: Look... I don't own wrestling, and I don't have enough money to pay if ever that the owners get mad... Author's clarification: Just to separate the scenes coz I just found out now... well actually when I decided to check on how my fic looks like... it looked ugly... and to make up for the things I did wrong I decided to use some things to separate the scenes... so... if you would see a sign that goes like this... I just used numbers (6-6-6).

Special thanks to: AJstylesOBSESSED, Batistas babe, huntersgirl, Jeff's favourite skittle, rhysus

Chapter 2:

"I love you very much, Stace." Randy whispered.

"Then you'll help me win my title match with Trish, right?" She looked at him knowingly.

"I can't interfere, that would be cheating." Randy said, pulling away from their hug.

"But the title means the world to me." Stace pouted. "I mean, after you win your title against Triple h, we'll be both champions."

"I'll see what I can do." Randy smiled.

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"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the Women's championship! Making her way to the ring; from Toronto, Canada; She's the Women's champion; Trish Stratus!" Lilian began. "And her opponent; the challenger, from Baltimore, Md; being accompanied by the legend killer; Stacy Keibler!"

"I think Trish is going to win this." Coachman smiled. "I mean, look at the advantage that she has over Stacy… she's practically playing with her."

Stacy rolled her eyes with much frustration as she got only a two count over her opponent. Randy closed his eyes, finally making his decision; while Stacy distracted the referee… Randy planted an RKO on poor Trish.

1-2-3!

"And here's your winner, and new Women's champion; Stacy Keibler!"

Randy simply smiled and hugged the new women's champion.

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"How lame could one get." Triple h rolled his eyes. "Well, I win again. Another free dinner and a new condo unit for me."

"Aw man, come on!" Batista moaned. "I'll just pay you, please don't get my condo…"

"Well you both bet for Trish, I don't know why, but I bet for Stacy, and I won!" Triple h shrugged. "I think I'll just start betting for the weaker people from now on."

Ric laughed uncontrollably. "Great one Paul."

"I gotta run after my title defense against Randy… I promised my wife that I'll be home early today, I made a promise that I'll cook tonight." Triple h

"How sweet." Ric laughed.

"That's not funny." Triple h blushed. "I'm not making you laugh."

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"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the tag team championship! Making their way to the ring; the challenger; the heartbreak kid, Shawn Michaels and Y2J Chris Jericho!"

The two brawled as they entered. The two really don't get along pretty well.

"And the tag team champions; Sylvain Grenier and Rob Conway the La Resistance!"

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"Who is going to win?" Triple h smirked. "I bet for La resistance."

"Yeah, me, too." Batista smirked. "I know I'm going to win this time."

"So, I'll go for HBK and Y2Jerk, then."

"And the things on line are?" Triple h laughed. "I'll help you win your match… what about you two?"

"Another free dinner for the winner."

"I'll help you solve your problem."

"Let's see, then."

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"Oh no! La resistance is going to the Au Revior!" Coachman yelped.

"And a counter by the heartbreak kid!"

"This is a really tough match, isn't it JR?" Jerry said. "Oh, and a near fall by Chris Jericho."

"I think that it's already done, I think La resistance is going to win."

"Oh! And another near fall by Grenier." Jerry hollered. "I can tell that this is going to be one heck of a match tonight JR."

"I know… and a drop kick by Conway…" JR said. "It seems that both men are now down… who is going to stand up in time before the referee could count ten?"

"This is just grueling for both teams… both are now bloody and almost unable to stand up." Coachman shook his head. "This must be really hard for both teams; I mean imagine yourself being covered by blood and still trying to stand up."

"And another Au Revior by La Resistance!" JR yelped.

But a sweet chin music turned the tables around; Shawn Michaels went for the cover and the match was officially done!

"And here's your winner, and new tag team champions, the heartbreak kid, Shawn Michaels and Y2J Chris Jericho!"

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"Aw, man! I lost again!" Batista rolled his eyes.

"It just shows that the person that you go with gets unlucky." Triple h laughed.

Ric laughed along with them.

"I never knew that Randy could sink even lower… I mean hitting a woman?" Triple h hissed. "Poor Trish, I think she'll be out of action for quite a while."

"I know, he's really sank… lower than we thought." Ric sneered. "It's a good thing he's out of Evolution."

"You got that right." Triple h nodded in agreement. "What about you Dave?"

Batista simply shrugged.

"You're so silent lately." Ric raised a brow. "Is there any problem?"

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about something." Dave sighed.

"Be specific Dave." Triple h laughed. "I mean we're all buddies here, why not be honest?"

"I'll tell you eventually but for now, I'm thinking about it yet."

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"Oh, Randy, you just don't know how happy I am tonight." Stacy chuckled. "And after tonight, we'll both be champions and we'll be both at the peak of the roster."

Randy smirked. "Yeah, babe."

"I love you." She smiled and pulled him closer to her and making their lips meet.

Randy closer his eyes. "I need to go, my match is next."

"I'll come and support you." She sweetly smiled.

Author's note: Well what's going to happen? Will Triple h appear victor or what? Well, I know that it's not worth it, but I hope you review anyway. And I hope you liked the second chapter. I had a hard time writing it without revealing my secret thing first. And oh yeah, a very special thanks to rhysus for the spelling clarification… I really appreciated it.