Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! This is strictly fiction and the title comes from the song by Maroon Five, 'She Will Be loved'.

Trish Stratus sat in the women's locker room on a wooden bench, her head hung low. Unshed tears threatened to fall from her doe brown eyes as a backstage worker knocked on the door and told her that she needed to head to the gorilla because her arm wrestling match with Christy Hemme was up next. She groaned and looked at herself in the mirror lining one wall and raked a manicured hand through her blonde hair. She was sick and tired of all of this bull floating around about that wannabee diva taking her title. I'm a six time Women's Champion dammit, she thought angrily, no new diva is taking my title I've worked so hard for away from me. She walked back over to the bench and picked up her belt, slinging it over her shoulder.

"Miss Stratus, you have a minute to get to the gorilla..." The voice of a woman came through the crack in the door. Trish sighed and reluctantly walked out of the locker room and headed towards the gorilla. She got there just as Christy's music died down and her music hit. The backstage worker opened the curtain and she walked out, receiving boos from the crowd. She glared furiously into the ring at Christy and her former friend Amy Dumas. The boos and slut chants were nothing new to Trish. Ever since turning on Chris Irvine at Wrestlemania Twenty, her life has been a living hell. The fans turned against her and so did most of the people in the locker room.

Trish shook the thoughts of the old days from her head and climbed under the middle rope and into the ring. She blew on her title and polished it with her hand, a devious smirk playing on her lips. Christy Hemme watched her in disgust and turned to speak to Amy who was standing right beside her. Trish set the belt on the rope and walked over to the arm wrestling table. Lillian Garcia announced the rules and the referee told the girls to keep their elbows on the table or it would lead to a disqualification. Trish rolled her eyes and set her arm down in the circle. Christy did the same and Trish wondered what the woman had touched before the match. She reluctantly took Christy's hand but pulled out of her grasp just as the referee let go of their hands.

"I'm not ready!" She yelled to the referee who asked her why she pulled back.

Trish walked over and grabbed the championship belt, doing curls with it. Sheset it back on the rope and walked over towards the table yet again. Christy glared at her and watched as she flexed her muscle. Amy stood in the corner with a disgusted look on her face and wondered how Trish could be so self centered.

"Ready?" The referee Nick Patrick asked. Christy nodded but Trish didn't respond. He let go of their hands and just before Christy made Trish's touch the cushion, she pulled out of her grasp. Christy gave her a look of distinct hatred and Trish screamed she wasn't ready again. The crowd booed her and she told them to shut up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Trish Stratus claims she was not ready and would like a rematch." Lillian announced cheerfully.

Christy sighed and put her arm back down in the circle as did Trish. The referee let go of their hands and Trish's hand hit the cushion immediatley. She screamed with anger and pushed the table out of her way and to the ground. She stomped over to Lillian and pushed her to the ground also, screaming that she was the winner. Amy walked over to help Lillian regain her balance when Trish came from behind and kicked her, causing her to fall on her injured knee. Christy was furious but didn't do anything about it. Trish snickered and grabbed her belt, climbing out of the ring. Her music hit and it was greeted by the boos and cat calls yet again. Little did everyone know, it was tearing her up inside to come out here every week to the name calling and booing of her once fans.

As Trish made her way back to the women's locker room, she caught a glimpse of Chris Irvine sitting in his locker room, discussing the segment on the Hightlight Reel with Shelton Benjamin. She had saw most of the Highlight Reel and some of his six man tag team match. She sighed and was about to stop and go back to try and reason with him but it was too late. Chris had caught sight of her walking in the hallway and he rushed towards the door.

"Hey Trash!" He called to her. His words cut into Trish like daggers. She closed her eyes and spun around, her eyes shadowing hatred towards the fellow Canadian.

"What do you want, Irvine?" She asked in a venomous voice. Chris snickered unpleasantly and shrugged.

"How does it feel to know you'll lose to a new diva at the grandest stage of them all?" He asked her. Trish glared dangerously at him and he raised an eyebrow at her look.

"Shut the hell up. No new divas going to beat me at Wrestlemania and she sure is hell not taking my title." Trish retorted menacingly. Chris snorted and retreated back into his locker room where she heard Shelton tell him to lighten up on her. She thanked Shelton mentally for saying that and spun around, getting ready to begin walking when saw she was being blocked. But by who? She looked up and it wasn't a who, it was a they. It was another one of Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler's make out seccions. Trish scoffed and it caused Stacy to pull away, a smirk on her face.

"Oh... hello Trish. Didn't see you there." Stacy said in a falsely cheery voice. Trish glared at the leggy blonde and felt her anger boiling inside of her.

"Really? I don't think you could see anything because it seems your face is always so close to this arrogant bastard's." Trish caught Randy's glare and smirked lightly. She then pushed past the couple and walked into the catering room.

"Trish?" A voice called from behind. She screwed the top onto the miniature water bottle she had picked up and spun around to see a familiar face she didn't mind seeing.

"Adam. Hey, how are you?" she asked,motioning for him to sit next to her. He quickly sat next to his friend and smiled his brilliant smile at her. Trish smiled back at him and sighed, thankful she had at least one friend around here.

"I'm fine. The match I was in was brutal but I'm okay. How about you?" He asked her,concern filling his eyes. Trish looked towards the door and saw an inraged Stacy Keibler storming in with Randy at her heels.

"Just peachy." She lied. Adam knew better than that and he followed her gaze towards the door. Who was she staring at? He wondered. Trish followed Stacy as she made her was around the catering room asking if anyone had seen Trish. Shane Helms smirked and pointed over his shoulder towards the corner table where Trish usually sat. Stacy stomped over towards Trish and iflooks could kill, Trish would be dead.

"Hello Stacy! What a pleasant surprise..." She said cheerfully. Trish folded her arms neatly on the table and looked smugly up at the leggy blonde. " What may I do for you?" She asked. Adam turned to Stacy, a laugh playing across his mouth. Stacy uttered a scream that caused many to turn around and she spun on her high heel andran off.Randy stood staring at Trish for a moment and locked eyes with the Canadian. She tore her eyes away from his gaze and turned to Adam again, ignoring Randy. Randy sighed with frustration and took off after his girlfriend.

"What was that about?" Adam asked curiously. As Trish told him the story he couldn't help but laugh. She always was one to make you laugh.

"So are you up for doing something tonight?" Adam asked hopefully. Trish shrugged as she took a sip of water. Should I go? she asked herself. Trish shrugged off the prickly feeling in her gut that told her not to go and nodded at Adam.

"Alright. I'll go with you Mr. Copeland." She replied with a smirk. He hated it when he called her that. Adam growled from inside of his throat, retorting back.

"I have to go get ready for my match, Trish Poo," He cooed. Trish narrowed her eyes at the blonde man sitting infront of her. "But I'm coming after you when it's over, alright?" He didn't have to wait for her to answer. Trish watched Adam walk away, her eyes automatically snapping back to the person seated before her.

"What do you want, Randy?" She asked menacingly. Randy put that smirk of his on his face and turned his head towards Trish.

"I want to know why you have so much hatred towards me, the Legend Killer, the Lady Killer." He proclaimed arrogantly. Trish scoffed and rolled her eyes at him.

"This is why I have so much hatred towards you. The way you act, wrestle, talk, smile. Everything about you makes me hate you." Trish's eyes bruned into his and he glared at the blonde bombshell. Trish snorted as she stood up and threw her empty watter bottle at him. Randy watched as Trish walked away, not knowing he would get that reaction from her.