Reflection
Chapter
11
I know I'm evil, I haven't updated in weeks, I'm so sorry, but here I am, I hope you enjoy the chapter
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It had been two weeks since Randy and Trish had gone to see Vince McMahon, although they might as well not have gone at all for all the good it did them. Vince does not like to be told what to do, especially when it concerns his favorite diva, Lita. Why Vince loved Lita so much was beyond Trish, OK so maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was best friends with his daughter Stephanie, and the reason Vince didn't particularly like Trish was because she and Stephanie, well let's just say they weren't exactly the best of friends. But she'd always thought Vince had sense, he didn't like Trish but he could see she was the best women's wrestler in the company, and he could see she was over with the fans.
But of course Stephanie doesn't work that way. Stephanie doesn't give a shit about the company; all she cares about are her own selfish needs. That's why her husband is world champion all the damn time, that's why her husband gets 20 minute promos where he talks about how brilliant he is, and that's why Trish was sitting here at home in Toronto watching Raw go on without her.
Suspended. That's right, she'd been suspended. For what? For being screwed out of her women's title at the biggest show of the year and complaining about it.
It was all Stephanie's fault, she'd been with Vince when Randy and Trish had gone to see him, she remembered the smug look on her face when Randy and Trish entered the room…….
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Flashback:
The first thing Trish saw when she entered Vince's office was the Billion Dollar Bitch with a smirk on her face, and Trish knew why too. She'd just seen the women's title match.
'Mr. Orton, Miss Stratus. What can I do for you?' Vince asked in his booming, yet somehow un-intimidating voice.
Trish
took a deep breath, her palms were sweating, she had never had the
guts to complain to Vince about anything before, most of the people
who complained about where their character or a certain story were
going, were straight out of the door. She was pretty sure Vince
wouldn't fire her, but she couldn't be too careful.
'Mr.
McMahon?' She paused again taking a shaky breath, she couldn't do
this. She felt Randy's warm hand rest on her lower back willing her
to stay where she was. The feel of his skin on hers gave her the
comfort and the courage that she needed. She knew Randy was there,
and he'd step in if anything happened.
Vince
looked at her expectantly, 'Mr. McMahon', she started again, 'I
know you saw my match out there.' He nodded, 'so if you saw my
match you must have seen the ending.' He nodded again, 'well how
can you think that was a fair ending?'
'I'm not sure I know
what you're talking about.' Vince said avoiding her eye.
'With all due respect Mr. McMahon, I think you know exactly what Trish is talking about.' Randy said from behind her.
'Ahhhhhhh Mr. Orton, I heard your shoulder took a nasty bump during your match.'
'Please don't change the subject Sir,' Trish interrupted, 'I was just screwed out of my title.'
'Your title?' Stephanie piped up, 'I don't remember you owning the rights to the title!'
'I
didn't lose the match; therefore the title still belongs to
me.'
'Trish, the ref called it, you lost.' Stephanie smirked
Randy stepped forward but Trish placed a hand on his arm halting him, 'Do you want to keep your job?' Trish whispered
'Oh let the dog off his leash Trish, he wants to play,' Stephanie said eyeing up Randy, 'I'm sure he can't wait to get away from you, although what he's doing with you is beyond me. Did you think sleeping with him would help you hold onto your title longer? Didn't work with Jericho did it?'
Trish wanted to dive on her and tackle her to the floor but she held her composure for her jobs sake, 'Randy and I are just friends.' She said through gritted teeth, 'not that you'd know anything about being just 'friends' with a man, would you Steph?'
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That was it, that was the moment that Trish got suspended, Stephanie pretended to be terribly upset a Trish's insinuation, and Vince had to cater to his little baby girl, if she said she wanted rid of Trish, that's what she'd get.
So
here Trish was, sitting on her couch in Toronto watching Monday Night
Raw with nothing to do for the next few weeks. But she wasn't the
only one. She spun ound as Randy entred the room, he plopped down on
the couch beside her and flipped open his phone that was buzzing
loudly, he then closed his phone once again without answering
it.
'Who was that?' Trish enquired.
'Stacy, again.' Randy sighed, 'she's been calling me non-stop for the past two weeks.'
'Your going to have to speak to her eventually you know. You didn't leave things with her on the best of terms.'
'What's to leave?' Randy asked, 'it's not like we were the best of friends, sure she's cute and our 'relationship' was fun while it lasted, but that RKO was it, I don't need to speak to her anymore, yet she continues to follow me around like a puppy.' He said once again glaring at his phone that was buzzing again.
'Just answer it, it's driving me crazy!'
Randy sighed, 'Hello?' he said down the receiver
'Hey Randy it's Stacy!' she said sounding excited, 'Um Raw's coming down your way next week, so I was thinking maybe we could go out for a bite or something, I've missed you over the past couple of weeks.'
'Oh Stace, I'm not at home, I'm in Toronto with Trish.' Trish smirked, Miss Keibler was not going to like that.
'Oh.' Stacy said jealously dripping from her voice, 'well maybe some other time then?'
'Oh sure,' Randy said, 'bye!' He flipped the phone shut, 'Don't count on it!'
Trish laughed staring at Randy as he turned back to the TV watching the match take place in the ring, it was Christian Vs Batista for the World Title, which was pretty laughable really. Trish and Christian never spoke anymore, it was almost as though they'd never been together, she preferred it that way, she didn't want to have to remind herself of all the things he did to her, the way he treated her.
Randy stared at Trish as she watched the man on the screen, she looked at him with hate in her eyes, Randy didn't know what Christian did to Trish when they were together, but he was convinced he hurt her, and if that was true then Randy hated the man. Trish had been through so much in the past year or so, it looked like things were improving, but then this went and happened. Trish usually acted happy and up-beat around Randy but he knew she wasn't, he could tell, sometimes she'd just go quiet and she'd get this far away look in her eyes, and Randy knew she was thinking about what Christian and the others had put her through.
'You know what Randy?' Trish asked suddenly jerking Randy from his thought, 'you're the only real friend I've ever had.'
Randy was shocked, what had brought that on? 'Don't be stupid.' He said.
'No I'm serious, I mean I've had friends before obviously, but they weren't real friends, they'd never do the things you do for me. Everyone's always thought the same about me, 'slut', that's what I am to everybody Randy, even my parents probably think I'm a slut. But I'm really not Randy, I'm really not……..' she broke down then, tears streamed down her face and her body began to shake, Randy gasped and pulled her to him.
'Shhhhhhh,' he whispered, 'I know you're not a slut Trish, I don't think you're a slut, I never have.'
'Really,' she asked looking up at him.
He wiped her eyes with one of his fingers, 'really.'
Trish smiled slightly and ran her hand down Randy's cheek, he leant in towards her and their lips were only moments from touching, when Randy's phones starting buzzing again. Trish pulled away quickly, as Randy fumbled around for his cell.
Damn that Stacy keibler!
