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Trish spent the last week sacked out on Stacy and Adam's couch. She couldn't bear to go home because of all the memories her house brought forth nor could she go to work either. Trish had taken a leave of absence from work, not giving any particular reason why. Vince for some reason didn't question further and allowed her the time off. She couldn't possibly fathom why he had done so but was more than grateful for it.
There was no way that Trish could handle being in that locker room with Gail fondling all over Randy right in front of her like he was some prize in a contest. She knew that Gail was only using Randy to get to her and even though Randy scolded her, she still couldn't help but feel pity for the man. He really had no clue what he was getting himself into. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that Gail was the one that was with Paul that day. She wouldn't be surprised if Gail was still fooling around with Paul behind Randy's back. Gail had quite the reputation for being a little whore and Trish wouldn't put anything past her.
Stacy and Adam had been more than hospitable to Trish and she owed them in a big way. Stacy had told Vince about being pregnant and he graciously gave her a leave of absence telling her to take all the time that she needed. Trish wondered what had come over him because this was not the Vince McMahon that she loathed. Whatever the reason, she was thankful for it just the same.
Stacy had been a Godsend, listening to Trish over the past week as she poured out her heart, never once passing judgment on her. She told her all the sorted details of what had gone on with Paul and with Randy. Stacy held Trish each night in her arms as she cried herself to sleep, soothing her in any way that she could. She was a great friend and Trish knew she had to find a way to repay her for it. Adam too did whatever he could to ease her pain.
Trish stifled a yawn as she rose from the couch, padding her way down the hall into the master bathroom. As much as she wanted to call Vince up and get another week off, she knew that she had to face Randy eventually and the longer she put it off, the harder it was going to be. Trish was glad that the arena for tonight's show was only a half hour drive away from Stacy and Adam's home because she knew that in the state of mind that she was in, she wasn't going to be able to focus for too long. The last thing she needed was to end up in a ditch on the side of the road.
Back at the arena, Randy had arrived early as usual. He was happy to get away from the psychotic bitch that he had recently been shacking up with. How he got himself into this mess he would never know. She was great in bed and all but that was about all they had in common. If he had to hear another one of her endless stories while he was trying to sleep he was going to scream. He couldn't get out of the hotel quick enough. She was working his last nerve and he was minutes away from breaking it off with her. Then he remembered that the reason he hooked up with her in the first place was to get even with Trish. The only problem was that it was blowing up in his face. As much as he hated to admit it, the only person he was hurting was himself.
Randy entered the locker room and threw his bag on the floor. Dave was off in the corner doing his daily ritual of stretches, preparing himself for his match later on in the evening. Randy was thankful that Paul wasn't around yet because he was the last person that he wanted to see right now. Trying to pretend on television that everything was great with them was a lot harder than he had expected. Every time he would see that smug look on his face all he wanted to do was wipe it off with a right hook.
The stress of the entire situation was really starting to get to him. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it. With Trish not being around it lessened the anguish a bit but not by much. Even without her beautiful face and sexy doe eyes staring back at him, he still couldn't get her out of his head. He wondered to himself how everything had gone so wrong. He went over it in his mind a million times until he felt as if his head was going to explode. The fact of the matter was, she betrayed him and no matter how much it hurt, he had to continue doing what he was doing. He was not going to allow any woman to rule him.
Unbeknownst to him, Dave had been watching him for the past five minutes. He was extremely worried about his friend and was tired of waiting around for him to come to his senses. Someone had to knock some sense into him and he knew that he had to be the one to do it.
"Randy, what are you doing man?"
Randy wasn't sure what he was talking about but he was sure that he was going to be enlightened.
"What do you mean what am I doing," his voice laced with sarcasm. "I am standing here, getting ready to go grab something to eat down in catering. Why?"
"You know what I mean Randy so knock it off." Dave paused for a moment before continuing. "She is going to be here tonight you know."
"Who is going to be here," he questioned. Randy wasn't fooling anyone. He knew exactly what Dave was talking about but he didn't want him to know that he knew. The truth was, he had gone to Vince asking him how long Trish was going to be out for so he would be good and prepared when she did return. He just wished it wasn't so soon. He wasn't sure if he was ready to see her yet.
"Randy don't play dumb with me. You know damn well that I am talking about Trish so cut the Bull Shit. Now I know it is not my business Randy but you seriously need to work it out with her. She was truly the best thing that ever happened to you. I have never seen you that happy since I have known you. Don't let something from the past ruin what you two have. You would be a fool to let her go."
Now normally Dave wasn't that vocal. As a matter of fact, he mostly kept to himself and said as little as possible so to say Randy was in a state of shock would be an understatement. Since when did Dave become such an expert anyway? He knew nothing about their relationship.
"You're right Dave. It isn't any of your business. Our relationship, or lack there of is nobody's business. Besides, you don't even know what went on so I don't see how you would be able to pass judgment on me. I did nothing wrong, it was her."
"Actually Randy, I do know what went on. I may look like a big dumb animal but I see everything. You all treat me like I am some sort of idiot because I don't like to speak much but trust me when I say that couldn't be more wrong. I know what goes on around me and I know for a fact that she is hurting in a big way. What you did to her was wrong man and no matter what you say, you will not convince me otherwise."
Randy honestly didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure if he should listen to him or draw back and punch him square in the face for not minding his own business. He really had no clue that Dave was so intuitive.
"You don't know what you are talking about Dave so please just stay out of it."
Randy made an attempt to walk out of the room before things turned ugly between the two of them. Ric seemed to be on Paul's side of the whole ordeal and right now he couldn't afford to lose the only friend he had left so he knew it was best if he just left. However, what Randy wanted and what he got were two different things. Dave wasn't going to have any of it.
"Oh no you don't Randy. You're not going anywhere until you get it through that thick skull of yours that you are making the biggest mistake of your life." Dave emphasized the words "thick skull" by tapping Randy on the head a couple of times with his finger.
Randy rolled his eyes in annoyance. The big man was really starting to get under his skin. He did not want to talk about Trish and Dave was really making it hard on him.
"You know I thought you were my friend man. You don't even like Trish so why are you siding with her on this anyway? She is the one that is in love with someone else so how in the hell is this my fault?"
"Actually Trish is my friend and if you hadn't been so caught up in banging that skank Gail you would have been able to see how distraught she was. You have no idea how devastated she was when she found out about you and Gail. Trust me when I say this man, I have never seen her so destroyed."
"So what you talk to her one time and that makes you an expert? Please spare me." Randy ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "You know what Dave, I have had about enough of your psychobabble for one night. Save your theories for someone else because I am not buying any of them. For all I know you just want the whore for yourself."
Dave had all he could stand from the arrogant son of a bitch for one night so he did the only thing he could do. He drew back and cold-cocked him.
When Randy came to, he found the room empty and a throbbing pain on the side of his face. He tried to focus but the room kept spinning. "That bastard has one good right hook," he blurted out to nobody in particular.
Randy tried to stand up but failed miserably. How was he supposed to wrestle later on in the evening if he couldn't even stand up? He turned over and crawled over to the couch, hoisting himself up as best as he could until his back was flat on the couch and he was staring up at the ceiling. If he just closed his eyes for a minute, maybe the pain would go away.
Trish walked down the hall of the arena, the butterflies in her stomach churning. She knew that she was going to see Randy tonight but that still did nothing to prepare her for what was about to happen. For little did she know but behind the very door she was about to open was her ex and he was alone and lying unconscious on the couch.
Trish entered the room and didn't notice anybody right away. "Hello? Is anyone in here? Dave? Paul? Ric?" She didn't want to even say his name. He really was the last person that she wanted to see right now. Yet at the same time, she wanted nothing more than for him to come walking through that door so that she could wrap her arms around him, never letting go. But reality set in and she knew that it was impossible. If Randy walked through that door right now it would be with that slut hanging off of his arm.
Trish turned on her heel about to leave the room in search of Dave because she wanted to thank him personally for all that he had done for her over the past week. Dave had actually called Stacy's house while she was out and they had a long conversation.
Actually they had many conversations that seemed to turn into a nightly ritual. He was nothing like she had thought. He was probably the most down to Earth and rational man that she had ever met. She smiled inwardly when she thought of the long conversations that they had on the phone. They really became fast friends and at this point in her life she wasn't sure how she got along without him. It wasn't that Stacy or Chris or even Jay didn't know her well but her and Dave just seemed to have this unspeakable connection that she didn't even have to explain things to him. He just somehow knew.
That was when Trish was broken out of her reverie by an audible moan. She searched the room frantically in search of the owner of that moan. She didn't need to even second- guess herself because she knew exactly who it came from. I mean granted, normally the moans that came from him were for a completely different reason but there was no mistaking that it was in fact Randy. She knew though that this was not a moan of pleasure but one of pain. She immediately thought the worst. Not caring what had happened between them she quickly found him lying down on the couch and began her attempts to wake him up. She wasn't sure what had happened but she knew that whatever it was, it wasn't good.
She slapped his cheeks a few times in a failed attempt to wake him up. "Come on baby, wake up," she demanded. "Open up your eyes."
Randy could hear Trish's voice faintly and didn't know what was going on. He tried searching for her but he couldn't get to her. "Trish I am right here. Where are you?"
"Come on Randy wake up sweetie. Oh God, who did this to you?" She knew she wasn't going to get an answer but it didn't stop her from asking it.
That was when Dave walked back into the room to see a very distraught Trish frantically trying to wake up Randy. Dave didn't realize that he had hit him that hard or he never would have left the room. He was so frustrated with him that he just hit him and left.
"Oh My God Dave, you have to do something." "Please," she begged. "Help him."
Trish watched as Dave grabbed something out of his bag and stuck it under Randy's nose. Trish was surprised when Randy's eyes fluttered opened. That was when it dawned on her. "Smelling Salts! Why didn't I think of that?"
Randy glanced around the room in a state of confusion. He couldn't remember what had happened except for the fact that he was calling Trish's name but wasn't sure why. That was when his eyes focused on the most beautiful face that he had laid eyes on.
Trish smiled weakly not really sure what to do. She was in an awkward position because she wanted to get up and run out of the room like a scared little rabbit. Yet at the same time she couldn't budge because the way he was staring at her made her wonder if they would be okay. His gaze was as intense as she had ever seen but it wasn't filled with anger like it had been the last time she had seen him but with something else that she couldn't mistake for anything else but love.
However, that look only lasted for a moment before his eyes clouded over with that same look of contempt that he had the night that he broke it off with her. "Get out," he demanded. Trish didn't move right away still a bit confused with the whole situation. So he said it again, this time with much more force than before. "I SAID GET OUT!"
Trish's eyes filled up with tears and she got out of there as quickly as she could. However, Dave didn't waste any time at all. He was fast on her heels hoping he could get to her before she ran out of the building. Dave didn't care if they both hated him. He was going to get them both back together if it was the last thing that he ever did. He wasn't about to let a love like theirs slip through the cracks over something that wasn't even worth fighting over in the first place.