A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys. This story is complete but I will give you a chapter a day for the next five days. Since reposting it and finally adding all the chapters in I have reread the story and I am now thinking I may do a sequel, not sure yet. Anyway, enjoy.
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Randy strolled into the Evolution locker room with Gail hanging off of his arm. He was done caring what people thought of him, most of all Trish. It was time to end it with her once and for all and he knew that flaunting Gail in front of her face would set her off more than anything in the world.
Trish was in her private dressing room changing into her wrestling gear. She was scheduled to fight a match with Nidia later on in the evening. She thought back to her conversation with Dave. Telling someone about it helped her a bit. Dave had been more than understanding with her. Trish knew that from that moment on that her and Dave would actually be able to call each other friends.
Trish gave herself a once over before heading out of her dressing room. She froze in her tracks when she saw what was on the other side of the door. Her heart was in her throat. Her worst nightmare was coming true yet again. Only this time, it was with the one man that she truly loved with all of her heart. Her face became flushed and she felt as if she was going to hyperventilate.
Randy didn't know that Trish had entered the room because he was in the middle of a lip lock with Trish's worst enemy in the world. Trish couldn't fathom why Randy would do that to her. They had discussed Gail a billion times and although Trish never told him why she hated her, Randy knew what it would do to her if he even spoke to her outside of work.
Trish had to pinch herself a couple of times, hoping that it was a dream but the pain in her arm told her that it was anything but. The man she was going to spend the rest of her life with was betraying her right in front of her eyes. He didn't even have the decency to hide it. She knew it was happening but never imagined it hurting this much. It was like a thousand daggers stabbing her in the heart over and over, only instead of dying, she was sentenced to live for all eternity watching the two of them together with no end in sight. Nothing could have prepared her for this moment. Even having the prior knowledge of it didn't lessen the pain any.
Trish's knees buckled under her causing her to lose her balance, thus connecting with the door behind her. The noise of the fall startled Randy and Gail, breaking their kiss. The look on Randy's face was one of shock and embarrassment. Yes he wanted her to see them together, but not like this. However, he knew that there was no turning back now. As much as he wanted to run over to her and take her into his arms, telling her that it was all a big mistake and that he loved her, he knew that he couldn't. She was in love with Paul and no matter how much he loved her, she would never be able to return that love. At least not the way that he wanted her to. He was dying inside and this was the hardest thing that he ever had to do but knew it had to be done.
Trish opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Her bottom lip was quivering and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She tried her damnedest not to show him that she was affected by his little fling but to no avail. The fresh hot tears began to flow freely down her cheeks. Her world was shattered. She leaned back against the door, bringing her knees into her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She felt completely helpless and had she not been in such a state of shock over what she had just seen she would have jumped on Gail. She would deal with her later though. Right now all she wanted was an explanation from Randy. He at least owed her that much.
Trish gazed deeply into Randy's eyes, searching for any sign that he still loved her and that this was all a big mistake. Normally she was able to read him like a book but he had a shield of armor up, hiding any and all feelings for her. Defeated, Trish lowered her head in despair. She knew that this was it for them.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to gather up all the strength that she could muster. Yet all she could see was Randy's face smiling back at her. He was holding her hand and guiding her to a place that they could dance. That was the night that he surprised her with the diamond bracelet and the most romantic evening that she had ever had in her life. They danced under the moonlight and she could see the reflection of the moonlight in his sexy blue orbs. The way he kissed her that night made her melt inside. That was when she knew that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. That was the night that she had realized how in love with him she truly was.
Then out of the blue, her wonderful memories turned into anger as the image of Gail and Randy kissing flashed before her eyes. She opened up her eyes searing with anger. She gazed up at Randy a second time with mixed emotions this time. She was pissed beyond belief and she was going to get an answer if she had to beat it out of him.
Gail was sitting on the couch with a smirk on her face as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. To say she was amused was an understatement. Watching her worst enemy squirm and knowing that she was the cause of it gave Gail a feeling of sense of satisfaction. She was going to come out on top the winner because she was taking away the one thing that she knew meant the most to Trish. Nothing was more rewarding than that. Not even the Women's Championship.
Trish's nostrils flared as her blood began to boil. All thoughts of Randy were gone from her head for the time being. All she could see was Gail. Trish became enraged and before Gail or Randy knew what was happening, Trish was on top of her pounding her fist relentlessly into Gail's face. Trish hit her so hard that she busted Gail's nose wide open. She continued her assault on the brunette vixen until she was pulled off of her.
Dave and Paul had been walking down the hall when they heard all the commotion. When they ran into the locker room, Randy was in the process of pulling Trish off of Gail. There was blood everywhere. Trish had completely gone into a fit of rage leaving Gail unconscious.
Randy threw Trish down onto the black recliner, a look of disgust on his face. "What the hell were you thinking Trish? Look at what you did to her."
Dave saw that Gail was knocked out cold so he took it upon himself to get some help but not without letting Randy know first.
"Hey man, I am going to get a trainer or a paramedic or something to look at her, she doesn't look to good."
Randy nodded in agreement and he was on his way. Dave felt partly responsible because he was the one that told Trish that Gail was Randy's lover. Even though there was no love loss between the two of them, he would never forgive himself if anything were seriously wrong with her.
Trish couldn't believe the way that Randy was speaking to her. He actually had the audacity to ask her how she could do that to her? She had to be having a horrible nightmare because there was no way in hell that he could be talking to her in such a manner. Not the Randy that she knew and loved. Then again, he hadn't been that person for the past month. He was treating her like she was some sort of criminal when he was the one that was cheating on her.
Trish made eye contact with him once again. The evil glare in his eyes that was directed towards her chilled her right to the bone. Where had it all gone wrong? What could have possibly set him off? She racked her brain trying to come up with a good explanation but found none. She pursed her lips in frustration and decided that the only way that she was going to get any answers was to come right out and ask him.
"Randy, why are you doing this to me," she questioned, her voice cracking a bit, unable to hide her emotions as the tears began to fall freely from her eyes again. He was ripping her heart out of her chest and stomping on it.
The look of devastation in Trish's eyes was ripping Randy to shreds. He wanted nothing more than to tell her that he still loved and that they were still a couple but all he could see whenever he looked at her was his best friend and her engaged in a heat of passion. The words from her diary made him cringe. He never actually saw the two of them together but he had a good idea as to what transpired. He played the scene over and over again in his head so many times he could scream. This was the way it had to be. He had to move on with his life once and for all.
Paul had been watching silently as he waited to see what Randy's response was. Out of respect for both Randy and Trish, he stayed out of it. He really didn't want to have to choose sides. Randy was his best friend and although he and Trish hadn't been close like they were in the past, deep down inside he was still in love with her.
Randy caught site of Paul out of the corner of his eye. His blood began to boil as he envisioned him ramming his tongue down Trish's throat. Just as Trish did earlier on with Gail, Randy lunged at him knocking Paul clean across the room until they both landed on the floor. The blow knocked the wind out of Paul and from this point on, Randy lost it.
Paul had no idea what was happening as he felt Randy's fist connecting with his jaw several times. It was lucky for Paul that he was a bit stronger than his protégé because he was able to maneuver his way out from underneath him, taking the edge away from Randy. He slapped him across the face hard trying to snap him out of it. He didn't want to hit his friend but if he had to he would.
"Come on man, get a grip," Paul demanded.
Randy didn't listen to him and attempted a right hook but Paul blocked it, this time connecting with Randy's face. He hated to hit him but he wouldn't stop attacking him.
Trish began to yell at the both of them while trying to break up the fight. She stepped in between them, doing her best to keep them separated. "Come on you guys, you are supposed to be friends."
This set Randy off. "Friends? You call someone who makes the moves on my girl a friend? He isn't my friend."
Before Paul could say anything further, Randy spit in his face.
"You make me sick Paul. I hope you and your whore are happy. You have both ruined my life."
Trish felt all the blood drain from her body. Right then and there she knew what had happened. He was talking about her. He had called her a whore and she deserved it. Randy had found out about her and Paul. Trish wanted to tell him that it happened long before she had fallen in love with him but knew that it was a lost cause. She wanted to tell him that once she realized what a great guy he was that she didn't want Paul any longer. However, it was a lost cause. He was going to believe whatever he wanted to believe. He was a stubborn man and nothing was going to get through to him. Defeated, Trish lowered her head in shame. It was actually over.