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Rated R for language, sexual content. Trish finds herself in love with two men. Who will she choose? Characters: Trish Stratus, Randy Orton, Triple H, Stacy Keibler, Edge, Ric Flair, Batista, Chris Jericho, Christian.

Chapter 1

Trish sat in her dressing room, staring at the floor. She was going to be starting her new role this evening and was a bit nervous about it. She thought back to the previous week when Eric had called her into his office for a meeting. She hated talking to him and she certainly didn't want to be alone with him. What could he possibly want from her?

When she arrived at his office, she timidly knocked on the door, the butterflies eating her up inside. "It's open," she heard a voice scream to her. She walked into the room and noticed that all of Evolution was in attendance. "Oh God," she thought, "what does Eric have in store for me now?"

She glanced at Evolution as they checked her out, practically drooling as they took in her tiny form, smirks on their faces. Trish wanted to smack them all silly. How dare they look at her like she is a hunk of meat? She had busted her ass for several years to get where she was today and no way in hell was she going to be looked upon as anything but an equal. In her eyes she was no different than them. She was a wrestler, a wrestler that had to claw her way to the top, not a damned sex toy. She could tell that they were up to something and she hated the fact that it involved her. She glanced away from them, afraid that she would say something that she would regret and focused her attention on Eric. "Mr. Bischoff, what can I do for you?"

Eric smiled wickedly, the wheels obviously turning in his pea brain. "Miss Stratus, please have a seat." Trish took the seat in front of Eric, tapping her foot impatiently, hoping that he would get to the point, and quick. "As you can see, I have asked Evolution to join me as well." Trish rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I do have eyes Eric. Now why are they here?" Eric cocked his brow and then smiled. He really did admire her courage. "You really are a feisty little thing aren't you? You will certainly fit in quite well."

Trish jumped out of her chair in shock. "What? What the hell do you mean I will fit in quite well? She began to pace back and forth. "No Eric! No way in hell, I will not be joining Evolution Eric, not on your life!" Trish turned on her heel and headed towards the exit fuming.

"Not so fast Miss Stratus. This is not something that is negotiable. You will join Evolution or you're fired!" Trish froze, not able to move a muscle, a feeling of nausea overwhelming her. She couldn't believe that Eric just put her job on the line. "What a despicable man," she thought. How could he do that to her? She despised everything about Evolution. Now she was expected to be part of that group and to actually associate with them? She thought about what her life would be like without wrestling and she knew that she had no choice. Wrestling was her life and there was no way she was going to let Eric run her out of the business. "Okay Eric, you win. What do I need to do?"

Eric nodded his head, a devious smile on his face. "I knew that you would see it my way Miss Stratus. I will leave the five of you alone so that you can get acquainted." With that said, he exited the office not giving her a chance to protest.

Being the leader of Evolution, Paul was the first to speak. "Trish, I know what you are thinking and you have Evolution all wrong. We are not the heartless men that you think we are," he stated matter-of-factly. Trish didn't know what to think, Paul actually seemed genuine. Were all the rumors that she heard about them wrong? Were they really nice? Did they really have hearts? She hoped that all the rumors were just that, rumors.

Trish glanced at the rest of the members of Evolution, trying to read them. They actually had a look of kindness on their faces. She honestly didn't know what to think. She smiled weakly as she locked eyes with the youngest member of Evolution. He held her gaze a bit longer than anticipated, causing the butterflies in her stomach to churn. Why was he staring at her like that? She licked her lips as she admired the work of art that sat in front of her, then turned away, hoping he didn't notice the look of admiration in her eyes. She silently wondered what had just happened. Why was she suddenly noticing him for the first time? She always looked at Randy with bitterness. She could safely say that she abhorred him. What changed?

Trish cleared the frog in her throat and decided that she better say something. These staring matches were making her rather uncomfortable. She decided that her best bet would be to speak with Paul. After all, at one time they were considered good friends. He taught her many wrestling moves and of course this caused his girlfriend Stephanie to become jealous, on-screen and off. The storyline that was to hook Triple H and Trish up was immediately scratched because of her jealousy. "Paul," she began, I know you and I haven't spoken to each other in a very long time for obvious reasons but I need to know why I am joining Evolution."

Paul knew exactly what she was referring to and he hated that their blossoming friendship was destroyed over his now, wives jealousy. "Trish, I know you will find this hard to believe but apparently McMahon wants to go ahead with that storyline between the two of us, you know the one that got shit-canned a few years back." Trish's eye grew large, she knew exactly what he was referring to and she was in shock. She dreaded the fact that she would have to be in such close proximity, maybe even kissing him. "Oh My God," was all that she could manage to get out. Trish made her way over to the sofa. She felt queasy, like she had been punched in the stomach. Trish didn't know if she would be able to handle it a second time around. What if they became close friends again and it got destroyed because of someone's petty jealousy? What if the feelings that she was starting to have for him came flooding back? They lingered for a long time, even month's after their friendship had expired. It was devastating to Trish. Her heart rate quickened, she felt like she was going to pass out. Why was this happening to her? She couldn't let anyone know what she was feeling. It was too late though, because Randy already did notice. "Hey guys, why don't you leave Trish and I alone for a few minutes. She's not looking too good and I just want to be here for her to make sure everything is okay."

The rest of Evolution nodded their heads. They thought it would be best for Trish to try and relax and take all of the news in. They knew that Randy was in his damsel in distress mode and that she would be in good hands. Paul gently placed his hand on Trish's shoulder for reassurance. "Don't worry sweetie, everything will work out for the best." Trish took comfort in the simple touch and smiled graciously at him. "Thanks Paul, I hope you're right."

Once the guys left the room Randy stepped behind the Canadian diva and gently started to massage her back. Trish wasn't startled in the least. She simply allowed him to let her unwind. She really needed it too. Trish's perfume was overwhelming Randy's senses. She smelled like summer flowers. Trish certainly was a beautiful woman, a beautiful woman that he would love to get to know.
Trish sank down in the couch as Randy worked his magic, massaging and kneading her aching muscles. "Mmmm," she whispered. "Yeah right there. That's the spot." Trish could feel all of the tension and pent up frustration from the last hour leaving her body. He was practically putting her to sleep. Randy sure did know how to make someone relax. She closed her eyes as he continued to work his magic. Trish could smell the musky smell of Randy's cologne, which was wreaking havoc on her senses. He certainly was a handsome man. She wondered why he was being so nice to her. It had to be a trap. Right? At the moment she didn't care. She was enjoying herself and if she was going to be a member of Evolution she should learn how to enjoy herself right?

"So," Randy stated, as he removed his hands from her back, "you feel better now?" Trish stretched out her arms and stifled a yawn. "Yeah, that was amazing Randy. You certainly have a way with your hands." Randy moved to the front of the couch and sat down next to Trish. "My hands are not the only thing that I have a way with my dear."

Randy leaned in and took her mouth with his own. He grazed his lips across hers, so light that she could barely feel it. She felt an ache deep down inside of her. She definitely wanted more of those sweet lips. She returned the kiss which as much fervor as he had given. She climbed into his lap, deepening the kiss, clinging to his body. He grabbed hold of her slender waist and pulled her as close as him as he could get her. He gently rubbed his hand up and down her thigh, while the other hand massaged her back. Trish glided her tongue on his bottom lip begging for entrance. She wanted to taste him desperately. He immediately granted his permission by opening his fevered lips. Their tongues danced off of each other, their need and want for each other increasing.

Trish broke the kiss before it went too far. The feelings that he brought forth inside of her were unexplainable. Nobody ever made her feel that way before, well nobody except for Paul but she never got the opportunity to explore her feelings for him. Now that Paul was married that time would never come. Well at least not off-screen. She just hoped that those same feelings wouldn't come back and she would be able to perform her role in the storyline, professionally and unemotionally. Trish got up from the couch and ran out of the room leaving Randy wondering what had just happened.