Trish found herself walking down the hallways of the arena that they will be in for the night. She was hoping Randy would be in his locker room, and only him. For the past couple of weeks Randy has been seeking into her locker room only because Paul Levesque, Dave Batista and Ric Flair has been going into his. Trish turns the corner and runs into her good friend, Amy Dumas.
"Hey! I was looking for you," Amy said as she stepped off Trish a little.
"Yeah, for what?" Trish replied.
"Are you going out with us to the club tonight?"
"Umm... no. I really don't feel like going out."
"Trish are you ok?" Amy asked a little concern about her actions as of lately.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why'd you ask?"
"Well, to be honest, you haven't been yourself."
"Or maybe you're just crazy," Trish respond with a laugh.
"Alright, I believe you, but if there's anything going on you can tell me," Amy said as she gave Trish a hug and walked off.
Trish looked on after her friend until she disappeared down the hallway. She then feels a sudden pull on her arm, leading into a locker room. Once pulled in, she looks up and meets Randy's eyes. He looks down at her and soundly kisses her on the lips.
"Hey babe," he said pulling away from her.
"Hey."
"Look, Paul wants me to go out with them tonight. Is that alright?"
"You couldn't get out of it?"
"Well, come on Trish. What was I supposed to say?"
"But Randy, we barely spend enough time together as it is."
"Trish we wouldn't be in this situation if you wanted to seek around, I mean who care what you friends think about us anyways."
"I do. Look Randy, they can never know."
"Your not telling me something and I think that I deserve to know."
"There's nothing Randy, just go with with your friends tonight and call me when you get back."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Trish repiel with a kiss and then exited the locker room.
AT THE CLUB
"Randy are you ok? I mean you've been acting weird lately," Dave Batista asked yelling over the music in the club.
"Yeah man, Im cool,"Randy shot back, "I'm just going to get another drink."
"As Randy left the table Dave gives Paul a questing look.
"I don't know what is problem is anymore," Paul yelled.
Just than a sudden ring come from the table. The ring belonged to Randy's cell phone.
"Let the voice maul get it and we'll check it later," Paul said as he took the phone and slipped it into his pocket.
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Trish sat in her hotel room, sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the phone. 'Why wasn't he returning my calls?" She asked herself imaging all the things Randy Orton's gimmick was like. She than picked up the phone and dialied his number again. Yet again the voicemail picked up and she dropped the phone back onto the receiver.
A sudden knock came from the other side of the door and had a familiar voice, "Trish?"
Trish got up from her seat on the bed and walked over to the door and opens it to find...
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Dave stood there staring at Paul who had Randy's cell phone to his ear. Paul brings the phone down from his ear and turns it off.
"Well I know why Randy's been acting weird."
"Well why?"
"Well it looks like he's been seeking behind our backs with that bimbo, Trish Stratus."
"What?!"
"But he can't know that we know alright, don't let anyone know," Paul said with a smirk.
"Hey! I was looking for you," Amy said as she stepped off Trish a little.
"Yeah, for what?" Trish replied.
"Are you going out with us to the club tonight?"
"Umm... no. I really don't feel like going out."
"Trish are you ok?" Amy asked a little concern about her actions as of lately.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why'd you ask?"
"Well, to be honest, you haven't been yourself."
"Or maybe you're just crazy," Trish respond with a laugh.
"Alright, I believe you, but if there's anything going on you can tell me," Amy said as she gave Trish a hug and walked off.
Trish looked on after her friend until she disappeared down the hallway. She then feels a sudden pull on her arm, leading into a locker room. Once pulled in, she looks up and meets Randy's eyes. He looks down at her and soundly kisses her on the lips.
"Hey babe," he said pulling away from her.
"Hey."
"Look, Paul wants me to go out with them tonight. Is that alright?"
"You couldn't get out of it?"
"Well, come on Trish. What was I supposed to say?"
"But Randy, we barely spend enough time together as it is."
"Trish we wouldn't be in this situation if you wanted to seek around, I mean who care what you friends think about us anyways."
"I do. Look Randy, they can never know."
"Your not telling me something and I think that I deserve to know."
"There's nothing Randy, just go with with your friends tonight and call me when you get back."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Trish repiel with a kiss and then exited the locker room.
AT THE CLUB
"Randy are you ok? I mean you've been acting weird lately," Dave Batista asked yelling over the music in the club.
"Yeah man, Im cool,"Randy shot back, "I'm just going to get another drink."
"As Randy left the table Dave gives Paul a questing look.
"I don't know what is problem is anymore," Paul yelled.
Just than a sudden ring come from the table. The ring belonged to Randy's cell phone.
"Let the voice maul get it and we'll check it later," Paul said as he took the phone and slipped it into his pocket.
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Trish sat in her hotel room, sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the phone. 'Why wasn't he returning my calls?" She asked herself imaging all the things Randy Orton's gimmick was like. She than picked up the phone and dialied his number again. Yet again the voicemail picked up and she dropped the phone back onto the receiver.
A sudden knock came from the other side of the door and had a familiar voice, "Trish?"
Trish got up from her seat on the bed and walked over to the door and opens it to find...
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Dave stood there staring at Paul who had Randy's cell phone to his ear. Paul brings the phone down from his ear and turns it off.
"Well I know why Randy's been acting weird."
"Well why?"
"Well it looks like he's been seeking behind our backs with that bimbo, Trish Stratus."
"What?!"
"But he can't know that we know alright, don't let anyone know," Paul said with a smirk.