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Chapter 9

Trish cleaned herself up and got into her wrestling gear. She felt a thousand times better after talking with Paul. She gave herself a once over, satisfied with her appearance and headed out the door, off to see her Evolution cohorts.

When she arrived to their dressing room, she was about to knock but the door swung open as Gail Kim and Molly Holly walked out snickering. They both threw Trish a disgusted look as if she was the most appalling person in the world. Trish was certainly no fan of theirs either. She didn't even know either one of their real names nor did she care. Her and Stacy joked on many occasions simply calling them tramp and fat ass.

"Well if it isn't the Queen of all sluts." "What's the matter, Christian wasn't man enough for you so you had to go after Hunter?"

Trish looked at them with pure disdain. She wanted to jump on the both of them but knew that they fought dirty. She was completely wiped out and the odds were not in her favor. She couldn't resist though. No way was she going to let them insult her without at least getting a few shots of her own in.

"Actually fat ass," she bit back, "for your information, I was approached by Evolution." "You see they wanted someone worthy to join their faction. I actually know how to win, unlike you two pieces of garbage."

Gail got up in Trish's face, standing up for her friend. "You know, I have no idea why men even bother with a tramp like you. You think you're so hot but you are exactly what Chris says you are." "You are a bottom-feeding trash bag HO," Gail screamed, emphasizing the word Ho.

Trish didn't back down at all. She was fuming. The skinny little bitch in front of her was working her last nerve. "You know Gail, you're one to talk," she stated bitterly. "You spread your legs for every Tom, Dick and Harry that walks by you. What is Evolution your new conquest? Trust me honey, they are way too good for you. Then again, Ric might take pity on your sorry ass and give you a whirl. He is your type after all."

Gail shoved Trish back against the locker room door and Trish immediately jumped at her, spearing her into the ground. Molly quickly grabbed hold of Trish pulling her up by the hair, locking her arms around the back of her. "Come on Gail, get her."

The guys heard Trish shouting and then a loud bang. All four of them got up and headed out to see what was going on. They opened up the door and saw the three women on the ground going at it. Molly was holding Trish back while Gail got a few good shots in.

Paul and Dave quickly ran over to the women, grabbing hold of Gail and Molly, trying to get them to calm down. Randy tended to Trish, picking her up off of the floor gently. Randy and Ric walked her back into their dressing room, closing the door behind them. Leaving Paul and Dave to deal with the girls.

"What the hell are you two doing," Paul plighted. "Why were you both attacking our girl?"

"Your girl is a bitch," Gail barked. "You should really keep her on a leash."

Dave held onto Molly tightly, twisting her arm behind her back causing Molly to wince with pain. "Ouch Dave, let me go." Dave just smirked, enjoying himself immensely. He loved inflicting pain on those that hurt his friends.

Paul got right up in Gail's face, his tone threatening. "If you ever lay a hand on Trish again, you will be sorry. You hear me Gail. I promise you that you will regret it if you do."

Gail knew that Paul meant business. It tore her up inside knowing that the little blonde bimbo had Evolution wrapped around her little finger. There was no way in hell that she was going to take this lying down though. "Whatever you say master." Gail saluted him and pulled herself out of his grasp, turning her attention towards Molly. "Let's go Molls, we got bigger fish to fry."

Paul motioned for Dave to let go of Molly so that they could leave. Dave was very protective of Trish and wanted nothing more than to torment the brunette a little more but let her go on Paul's command. "I am keeping my eye on you two," he warned. "Don't mess with Trish. Got it." Both divas nodded their heads then scurried off.

Meanwhile, Randy was inside tending to his girlfriend. Trish had a huge black eye from Gail's cheap shot to the face. Her left arm was throbbing from Molly bending it back too far. "God I hate those two so much," she confessed. "I swear to God Randy if they get in my face anymore tonight I am going to open up a can of whoop ass on their candy asses." Trish had to laugh at herself. Steve and Dwayne really rubbed off on her with their catch phrases.

"Sweetie, don't you worry about them," he stated reassuringly. "I am sure that Dave and Paul have everything under control. They won't be messing with our girl anymore. I can guarantee that." Randy leaned in, kissing her softly on the lips, then pulled her towards him for a hug. "Besides, you're with The Legend Killer and I would never in a million years let anybody lay a finger on you."

Trish raised her brow in confusion. "Why were they here anyway," she questioned. "What do they want with you guys?"

Ric knew that Trish wasn't going to like what he had to say but he wasn't about to lie to her either. "Well Trish, I hate to say it but they were here talking to Paul," he explained. "I honestly don't know what about though. It was a private session."

Trish's face turned beat red, her rage clearly taking over. "A private session? "What kind of private session," she demanded, fury evident in her voice.

Randy wrapped his arms around her trying to get her to calm down. "It's okay sweetie," he elated. "I don't think he meant that kind of private session."

Trish didn't care. She was almost positive she knew what it was about. It had to be one of them who were fucking Paul early. She felt it deep down inside. She got up from the couch and turned on her heel, heading towards the door. Paul definitely had some explaining to do. He was conversing with her greatest enemies.

Trish flung the door open and watched as her two worst enemies hurried off down the hall. Dave and Paul turned around, immediately noticing Trish's black eye. Paul was immediately concerned for his diva. "Oh God Trish, are you okay?"

"Don't you are you okay me Paul," she fumed. "What the hell were you doing talking to them anyway? Do you have any idea how much I despise the two of them? Ric told me that the three of you had a "private session" earlier. What on Earth could you ever want them for?" "Tell me that you aren't trying to replace me," she demanded. "Are they joining Evolution too?"

"No way in hell will they be joining Evolution," he pointed out. "There is only one diva worthy enough for that and that is you my dear."

"Well then I don't get it Paul. Explain to me why the two people I despise most in this world were in here talking to you. I can't even think of a valid enough reason. Is something going on between you and one of the vultures?"

Paul didn't know how to answer her. She pretty much hit the nail right on the head. He was with one of them but not in the way that she was thinking. It was just sex, plain and simple. He knew exactly how Trish felt about what had happened earlier on and there was no way he could ever tell her who he was with. It would tear her up inside. He had to think of something plausible and quick.

"Well Paul, I am waiting," she stated, growing impatient.

Paul couldn't think quickly enough. Nothing he could say would convince her otherwise. The look was evident on her face. She knew exactly what he had done.

Trish shook her head in disbelief. She could see it written all over his face. He slept with one of them. She was right. "I can't believe you Paul," she uttered in pure distaste. "Just when I think that things are going in the right direction for us. You go and do something like this. Are you that desperate that you have to turn to one of them? I don't even care which one it was because they both equally disgust me. Have you lost your mind Paul? I mean I never thought you could ever be with anyone worse than Stephanie but they definitely take the cake. I mean I know it is your life Paul but really, don't you have any morals at all?"

Trish's words rocked him to the very core. He knew that he had crossed the line. He never intended for her to find out. He was so stupid. In that moment of despair that he was feeling from Trish breaking his heart, he had turned to the brunette in his time of need. He didn't think about what he was doing. She was just there and he was drunk. After that one night, he kept going back for more. He guessed that it was because she gave him what Trish couldn't. There were no strings attached. It was simply, raw animalistic hardcore sex. There was no love involved and there never would be. Only one woman could hold that claim on his heart. If there was the slightest chance that they were ever going to be together, he threw that out the window the moment he gave into the vixen.

Trish held back the tears that threatened to fall. No way in hell was she going to show him that she was affected by it. Besides, her boyfriend was in the other room and she didn't want to hurt him. He loved her and treated her like a Goddess. She had to forget about Paul completely. It was over before it even got started. She knew now what kind of person that Paul was. He was weak and a friendship with him now would be a mistake. She should have known that it wouldn't work out. Nothing ever did for her. He wasn't the person that she thought he was. Without a single word spoken to him, Trish turned on her heel, leaving Paul standing out in the hallway.

Trish went back inside and cuddled up next to Randy. She rested her head against his bare chest, breathing in his scent that was pure Randy. Randy wrapped his arm around his girl and pulled her closer to him, nuzzling her neck. He whispered softly into her ear, "I have a surprise for you later on."

Trish smiled sweetly at her boyfriend. He really was something else. "Randy you didn't have to get me anything. I love just being with you, that is more than enough for me."

Randy kissed the tip of her nose softly. "Babe, you are worth more than all the diamonds in the world. You complete me you know that?"

Trish couldn't believe how sweet Randy was. His words of endearment were making her melt inside. She was falling for him more and more each day. Yet, something was still missing. She just had this emptiness inside of her that she couldn't explain. Randy was the perfect guy, right? She had to be nuts to not be the happiest woman in the world.

Randy noticed the far away look in Trish's eyes. He wondered what she could be thinking. "What's the matter babe?" "Is everything alright," he asked his voice laced with concern.

Trish was snapped out of her reverie by Randy's voice. She had no idea what he had said to her. She was too caught up in her own thoughts. "What did you say babe?"

"Boy you really were out in left field," he joked. "I asked you what was wrong. You looked like something was bothering you. You sure everything is okay?"

Trish smiled reassuringly, "I am fine babe, honest. I just want to beat the hell out of Gail and Molly but besides that I am great." Trish hoped that he didn't push any further. She didn't want to discuss either one of them. It made her sick to think that Paul would even have anything to do with either one of them. Why did everything have to go so wrong between them? Why couldn't things be simple?

Paul walked into the dressing room unnoticed. He watched Trish and Randy cuddle each other, growing more and more jealous by the minute. He hated what had just gone on and now Trish was shoving their relationship down his throat. He knew that he deserved it but it was tearing him up inside. How did things get so out of hand? There was no way that she would ever trust him again. He was sleeping with the enemy and there was no excuse for it. He knew how she felt about Gail and Molly yet he did it anyway.

Trish noticed Paul out of the corner of her eye. He was watching them. She could feel his eyes boring into her, burning her flesh. As pissed off as she was at him, he still managed to affect her in more ways than one. She glanced over at him, a sullen expression on her face. She was beyond pissed at him and he knew it. "Baby, will excuse me for a moment, I need to go and freshen up."

Trish kissed Randy tenderly on the lips and headed towards the bathroom. She held her head high in the air as she passed by Paul. Her cold shoulder left him heartbroken. She wasn't going to forgive him and there wasn't a thing he could do about it.

When Trish closed the door behind her, she broke down again. The tears that threatened to fall earlier finally escaped, rolling down her cheeks. Why did everything happen to her? Just when things were looking up, she got slapped back into reality again. There was nothing left to do except to go crawling on her hands and knees to Vince and beg him to let the storyline go. She couldn't take it anymore. It was either that or quitting. There was no way that she was going to be able to be around Paul any longer. Every single time she would look at him now, she would see him fucking Molly and Gail.

Trish splashed some cold water on her face, trying to gather her thoughts. Maybe there was a way she could work with Paul but still get her revenge. Trish smiled deviously as a plan formed in her mind. Molly and Gail were going to regret the day that they ever came in contact with Trish Stratus.