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Chapter 5
New Years Revolution
Trish walked down the hallway of the arena in Puerto Rico, a huge smile on her face. She was now the first ever 6 times Women's Champion in the WWE. Her smile didn't falter all the way to her locker room where she was met by non other than the Legend Killer himself, Mr Randy Orton.
He smiled when he saw her, 'congratulations' he said gesturing to the gold expertly placed on her shoulder.
'Well I won't be the only one in need of congratulations after tonight.'
'Let's not count our chickens.'
'Oh come on Randy, your going to destroy those guys and then you are going to walk out of that Elimination Chamber the youngest World Heavyweight Champion once again.' Randy smirked, 'and after you do, me and you are going to go out to celebrate!'
'Oh Trish, I dunno.'
'Come one Randy, it's about time the two of us had some fun.'
It
had been a few weeks since Randy and Trish has shared that cup of
coffee, but since then they had become great friends. Trish was still
pretty much hated in the locker room, and Randy's friends still
though he was insane for even speaking to her. But Randy had seen
something in Trish, something that reminded him of someone,
himself.
In Evolution he had been pretty much hated by everyone
too, he had beaten legends, he disrespected great men and literally
spit in their faces. But he had Hunter, Ric and Dave, he had power,
and he knew it was better to be in Evolution being hated, than not
being in it at all. But then they kicked him out and he had to prove
to the guys in the locker room that he was not a bad person. It had
taken a while for anyone to trust him again, and it had meant a lot
of lonely times. But gradually the guys had started to come round and
now he was one of the most popular guys in the locker room, and he
was sure, given time, it would be exactly the same for Trish, she
really was a good person.
Trish watched with anger on her face as Batista power bombed Randy to the canvas.
'Bastard'
she muttered.
She winced at the look on Randy's face as he
writhed on the mat in obvious pain. She had to close her eyes as she
listened to the three count, screams of 'Damn it!' could be heard
each time the refs hand hit the mat. When it was all over she raced
to Gorilla to make sure Randy was OK and that he was seen by a
trainer, he probably needed stitches.
She reached Gorilla puffing and panting and wringing her hands nervously. Everyone turned to stare at her when she arrived, but said nothing. She noticed out of the corner of her eye, Stacy Keibler was also hanging around, 'what's she doing here?' Trish wondered. But she was snapped from her thoughts at the sight of the curtain opening, she rushed forward just in time as Randy collapsed on to her, 'whoa,' she said said stumbling slightly at his weight.
'Come on sweetie,' she said supporting him with her shoulder, 'let's get you checked out.'
Stacy Keibler had been watching the scene in front of her with great interest, she didn't understand what Randy saw in Trish Stratus, but she didn't let it bother her. She had a plan that meant Randy Orton would forget all about that whore, and notice her!
'Son of a bitch!' Randy yelled as he felt the needle pierce his skin and the stitches being pulled through. Randy Orton was no stranger to pain, but he had never enjoyed needles.
Trish winced as she watched the needle tighten the skin surrounding the wound on Randy's face. 'Will it scar?' she asked the trainer.
'Why?' Randy started trying to smile, 'are you worried my beautiful face will be ruined?'
'Yeah that's the reason.' Trish said sarcastically, 'I was just interested that's all, anyway I thought I'd ask for you since you were in so much pain, and I knew it would be the first question out of your mouth.'
Randy glared at her, 'I'm not as conceited as you think, you know.'
'Yeah right.' Trish muttered laughing slightly.
The wounds not too deep' the trainer started smiling slightly at the banter between the two superstars, 'so it shouldn't scar.'
'So Trish? You still on for that drink?' Randy asked
'Oh, I didn't think you'd want to after……'
'Hey, just because I got screwed doesn't mean we can't celebrate your win.'
Trish smiled, Randy was being extremely good about all this, she knew deep down he must have been very upset, but he hid it well for her sake.
'Well if you're sure, then that'd be great.'
He smiled.
Trish and Randy entered the club and Randy was immediately swamped by women, but he made sure they knew that he was there with Trish and no one else, even if they were just friends, which he also made very clear to anyone who asked.
'So,' he said sitting down, 'what drink would you like to celebrate your win?'
'Ummmmmm, I'm not sure' she pondered, 'just get me a Bacardi and coke.'
'Are you sure? It's not the most adventurous of drinks.'
'It'll be fine for me.'
Randy shrugged and headed to the bar while Trish scanned the room, there were quite a few other WWE superstars there as it was the club nearest to the hotel. She spotted Christy Hemme, Maria and Candace on the dance floor, the remaining members of Evolution were sat at a table on the other side of the club surrounded, as usual, by women, she looked towards the door and let out a groan as Chris Jericho entered followed by Chris Benoit, Maven, Christian and Stacy Keibler.
'Just what I need.' Trish said as Randy reappeared with their drinks.
'What's wrong?' he asked, she nodded towards the entrance of the club, 'just ignore him,' he said as Chris Jericho waved to Randy and headed towards the table where he and Trish were sat.
'Hey Chris,' Randy said as Chris sat down followed by the rest of the group shoving Trish aside to make room for everyone, Stacy Keibler made sure she was as close to Randy as possible. Randy smiled at her, and greeted Benoit, Maven and Christian. Trish sat on the other side of the table and watched the rest of them talk and laugh with a glum look on her face. She looked around and saw a rather attractive man approach the table.
'Hey would you like to dance?' he asked her, she thought about saying no since Randy had sent all those women away, but then she figured Randy had obviously forgotten about her, so she accepted and they headed to the dance floor.
Randy finally decided to look away from the conversation he was having with his friends and noticed that Trish was no longer at the table. He looked around confused and saw her on the dance floor with some guy. Who the hell is that? He wondered, he didn't like the way Trish was dancing with this guy, it was a little to close for his liking. But it's not like he could do anything about it, Trish was a free women. He felt bad for neglecting her, but she could have said something rather than going off with a complete stranger. He decided to go and apologise and get rid of that idiot she was dancing with.
'Excuse me.' He said stepping between the two and staring at Trish.
'Randy what the hell are you doing?' Trish asked
'Hey,' the guy she was dancing with yelled, 'don't you have any manners, we were in the middle of something here.'
'Get lost.' He said turning to the man, who didn't think twice before leaving, he wasn't about to get into a fight with a guy like Randy.
'What the hell was that?' Trish asked in disbelief, 'I was having fun with him, you had no right to do that.'
'Look, ' he started, 'I just wanted to apologise for ignoring you then, I didn't know Chris and that were going to come, and I know I said this was your night, can you forgive me?' He pouted and gave her his oh so adorable puppy dog eyes, she gave in instantly.
'Fine, you're forgiven, but you have to do one thing for me.'
'What's that?'
'You have to dance with me.' She said taking his arms and putting them around her waist.
'Whoa,' Randy said snatching them back, 'Trish you know I don't dance!'
'You said anything!' she reminded him.
'Oh whatever, fine' he said replacing his hands as the began to sway to the music while Stacy Keibler looked on from their table, a jealous look on her face
OK, I love Stacy, but she is going to be the bad guy in this fic I'm afraid.
Hope you enjoyed this chap, please R&R!
