Chapter 7
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Thankyou,
thankyou, thankyou for all the reviews, you all keep me going, lol.
I
might be posting a new fic soon that I've been writing for a while,
it's also a Randy/Trish fic, eventually, lol. I'll just see how
this one goes for now.
Anyway enjoy, and remember to RR
"Oh wow!" Stacy screeched as she burst into the locker room, "this is so much better than the woman's locker room! Look at these couches!" she exclaimed as she ran her hand along the black leather and then took a seat on it, bouncing up and down slightly.
Trish stared at her a bemused look on her face, she looked up at Randy who ran his hands through his short hair. "Randy? Can I talk to you for a second….Outside?"
Randy didn't say anything, but he turned and walked out of the door. When they were outside Trish slammed the locker room door loudly. "What the hell is going on?" she asked.
"I'm sorry about that. Um, Bishoff has made Stacy my new mangager and…….."
"Oh my God! What?"
"She's my new manager. Eric thinks it'll help boost ratings since 'all the fans want to see us together!'" he said, annoyed.
Trish scoffed, more like Stacy wants to see them together, "is there no way you can get out of it? I mean don't you get a say?"
"You've gotta do what the company say's." Randy shrugged
Trish sighed, "OK, so you can't get out of it, but does she have to share a locker room with you?"
"Bishoffs orders I'm afraid."
Trish groaned, "right well, I suppose you two have things you have to talk about so I'm going to go and get something to eat."
"Wait I'll come with you." Randy called after her.
"No, it's OK, you have things to do." She said walking away
Randy sighed, great now I get to put up with the cheery chick for the rest of the night!
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2 Weeks later
Trish
was sat in the cafeteria, alone. She guessed she'd have to get used
to being alone again, since Randy would be spending all his time with
Stacy now that she was his new 'manager'. Stacy was not exactly
the biggest Trish fan, in fact Stacy had made her feelings about
Trish perfectly clear a couple of months ago when her and Trish had
had a full blown row in an arena hallway about Trish's treatment of
Lita.
Trish really was sorry when Lita lost her baby, she wouldn't
wish that on anyone, but it wasn't like Lita had shown any kindness
to Trish in recent months. Ok she knew she went to far, the stuff she
said to Lita she did regret saying, but still, it was non of Stacy's
business and she had to stick her nose in where it didn't belong
and try and be the big hero, Trish hated people like that. Except
Randy of course, Randy had stuck his nose in her business, but only
because he felt for her, he empathised with her because he'd been
though exactly the same thing, Stacy had no idea how it felt to have
to make a decision like that, or how it felt to have everyone hate
you, or even how it felt to hold WWE gold and then have it ripped
away from you when you least expected it. Randy and Trish did………..
She was snapped from her daze by the sound of Stacy's voice chattering away, it was soon joined by another voice, a voice Trish k new extremely well. Trish looked up, Stacy and Randy were walking in to the cafeteria together, and acting as though they had been friends for years. In the space of a couple of weeks Randy had gone from being pissed off about his new situation with Stacy to becoming (God forbid) her friend!
"Hey Trish." Randy said approaching the table.
"Hey." She said glumly.
"Are you OK?" he asked concerned
"Oh I'm just dandy, how about you." She smiled
Randy
looked at her sceptically, she didn't seem OK. He knew he hadn't
spent as much time with her as he normally would over these past
couple of weeks, but he thought she understood the situation. He and
Stacy had things to go over and he had still made time for Trish,
they'd still manage to talk here and there. At first he hadn't
been happy with Stacy managing him at all, but one they'd had a
chance to talk, they'd gotten on like a house on fire, Stacy was a
great girl.
Unfortunately Trish didn't seem to think so, Stacy
had been perfectly civil towards Trish, but Trish had not been so
civil towards Stacy, in fact at times she had been downright rude.
Randy didn't know what was up with her, and she didn't seem to
want to talk about it.
He sat down next to her, "Do you have a match tonight?"
She nodded, "against Molly. It's the first time in weeks that there's actually been a proper women's wrestling match, and not just TA!" she directed this comment to Stacy and glared at her, Stacy pretended not to notice, but Trish knew she understood. Trish was putting her in her place, she'd never be as good as Trish and she knew it.
Trish
smirked at her, and Stacy looked away.
Randy hadn't noticed this
silent exchange between the two divas, or if her had, he didn't say
anything.
"Well I better be going, I have a match to prepare for!"
"Good luck sweetie." Randy called after her
Trish walked away with a smirk on her face, she had finally gotten one over on Stacy. She had sent her a message that nobody messes with Trish Stratus, and that she should think twice before trying to get her Women's title, or Randy for that matter.
