"Trish, I swear, I don't know who the fuck she is," Randy yelled.
"Right, but she just happens to know you," Trish replied
"Baby I swear I have no clue. Never meet her in my life."
"No you don't remember her."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Randy face it, your just the guy who meets chicks every night, have you fun with them and send them on their way, but why would you do that when you have ME HERE!"
"Well, it's pretty hard to be with you, when we can't be with each other."
"Well, we could still be at the club if it wasn't for YOU! 'Oh, honey, I promise I will tell them tonight, so we can be together.'" Trish said mocking Randy's voice.
"Well, I'm sorry I'm not like Mr. Perfect like Jeff here."
"Why do you always bring him into our fights?"
"Because it's like he is the perfect guy for you and you two never fight."
"What? Randy, me and him fought a lot. Why do you think we broke up?"
"Well, probably because I came into your life."
"Hah, very funny. Randy look if you fucked the girl let me now."
"Trish, I've been telling you the truth, I did not have sex with her nor did I ever meet her."
"Whatever, just go," Trish said as she tried to shove Randy out of the hotel room.
"No, we're going to settle this problem," Randy said grabbing her arm and pulling back in.
"Fine, settle it on your own, I'm leaving." Trish said before storming out of the room.
"Damn it!" Randy yelled.
From afar Dave and Paul watch on as the couple departed.
"Told you big man it would work." Paul laughed.
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Trish continued to walk down the hall and turned the corner to fine Dave and Paul.
"What do you guys want?" Trish said fury with anger.
"We just wanted to know how your relationship going." Paul asked.
"Fuck you, Paul."
"Fuck yourself." Paul hollered as he watches the blonde Canadian walk off.
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The Next Day
Randy sat down in the hotel lobby staring down at his cup of ice water.
"Man, you don't look so good, kid," A familiar voice said, that belong to Ric Flair.
"What wrong, Randy?" Ric asked as he sat down.
"Everthing."
"How about you just tell be anyways."
"Alright here it goes. Trish and me started seeking around with each other... dating. Then we decided to tell people about us two, but when it came time to tell, she told Amy and I told..." Randy paused, "nobody. Which, now we're in a big argument."
"Wow, sounds like you got a lot on you hands."
"What should I do?"
"Maybe you should tell Dave or Paul, then go talk to her."
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Its-- its stupid. Look Ric, don't tell anyone, please."
"Alright I won't tell anyone..."
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Later That Day
Trish sat in her hotel room, lying in her bed thinking about the one thing that came to her mind, Randy. Then, there was a sudden knock on the door. Trish got up and answered it.
"Ric? What are you doing here?"
"I'm came to talk about Randy," Ric started
Trish moved out of the way and held her arm out, inviting Ric in. "What about him?"
"He told me everything."
"Everything? Alright then, is that all you wanted to tell me?"
"I just wanted to let you know that he really misses you."
"Yeah, but that doesn't change anything."
"I know that, but what if he is really telling the truth, about the girl and he didn't do anything wrong."
"How would I know that for sure?"
"I don't know, maybe you guys should talk."
"I can't do that."
"Why?"
"He hurt me!" Trish said a bit annoyed.
Then the door flew open.
"Who hurt you?" Jeff asked.
"Jeff? What are you doing here?"
"Who hurt you Trish?"
"Jeff, you don't understand. You don't know anything about me and Ran--" Trish paused herself, before letting out the name of the guy who hurt her.
Too late.
"Randy Orton? He's a dead man," Jeff retorted.
"Jeff, you don't understand. You don't even know anything."
"No Trish, you don't know anything, like the way I feel about you," Jeff said lowing his tone, just before kissing her soundly on the lips.
Just as the two pulled apart, Randy steps into the room. He looks over at a confuse Ric, then at Jeff and finally focus his gaze on Trish.
"What's going on?" Randy questioned.
"Nothing," Trish said.
"Did he just--" Randy began.
"Of course not," Trish cut him off.
"You better tell me what the hell I just walked in on."
"We were just--"
"What? Researching?"
"You want to do this, deal with me, leave Trish out of it," Jeff spoke up.
"You ought to be leaving Trish out of it," Randy said becoming in rage. "You think I don't see the way you look at her?"
"Randy," Trish said softly.
"And you," Randy said looking down at Trish. "Running off to him every time you need help, like I'm not good enough."
"No that, its not--" Trish paused looking at Jeff then back at Randy. "This isn't the time."
"I'm telling you, stay away from her," Randy said.
Trish began to push Randy out of the room with her.
"You just take what you want huh, no matter who it belongs to," Randy said as he was backing up, from where Trish was pushing him.
"I didn't realize Trish came with a deed," Jeff said following the two.
"Stop it, what's wrong with you?" Trish said.
"You don't realize a lot of things, like the face that no body wants you here." Randy said to Jeff.
"Hey, hey come on guys let's not say--" Ric interjected.
"Shut up, Ric," both of them said.
"Great idea, Jeff, stealing my girl, was banging her apart of your plan to?"
"Go ahead, throw some more blame around, it's what you best at."
"You want to say that again."
"Face it Randy, you just can't give her what she needs," Jeff said as Randy's fist connect with his jaw.
"Randy!" Trish yelled.
The two men began to swing at one another as Ric and Trish tried to stop them. As Trish tried to pull Randy off of Jeff, his elbow came back, hitting her in the face. Trish falls to the floor, holding her mouth, as Ric kneels beside her, causing Randy to turn his gaze to Trish.
"Trish," Randy mutters.
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"Right, but she just happens to know you," Trish replied
"Baby I swear I have no clue. Never meet her in my life."
"No you don't remember her."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Randy face it, your just the guy who meets chicks every night, have you fun with them and send them on their way, but why would you do that when you have ME HERE!"
"Well, it's pretty hard to be with you, when we can't be with each other."
"Well, we could still be at the club if it wasn't for YOU! 'Oh, honey, I promise I will tell them tonight, so we can be together.'" Trish said mocking Randy's voice.
"Well, I'm sorry I'm not like Mr. Perfect like Jeff here."
"Why do you always bring him into our fights?"
"Because it's like he is the perfect guy for you and you two never fight."
"What? Randy, me and him fought a lot. Why do you think we broke up?"
"Well, probably because I came into your life."
"Hah, very funny. Randy look if you fucked the girl let me now."
"Trish, I've been telling you the truth, I did not have sex with her nor did I ever meet her."
"Whatever, just go," Trish said as she tried to shove Randy out of the hotel room.
"No, we're going to settle this problem," Randy said grabbing her arm and pulling back in.
"Fine, settle it on your own, I'm leaving." Trish said before storming out of the room.
"Damn it!" Randy yelled.
From afar Dave and Paul watch on as the couple departed.
"Told you big man it would work." Paul laughed.
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Trish continued to walk down the hall and turned the corner to fine Dave and Paul.
"What do you guys want?" Trish said fury with anger.
"We just wanted to know how your relationship going." Paul asked.
"Fuck you, Paul."
"Fuck yourself." Paul hollered as he watches the blonde Canadian walk off.
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The Next Day
Randy sat down in the hotel lobby staring down at his cup of ice water.
"Man, you don't look so good, kid," A familiar voice said, that belong to Ric Flair.
"What wrong, Randy?" Ric asked as he sat down.
"Everthing."
"How about you just tell be anyways."
"Alright here it goes. Trish and me started seeking around with each other... dating. Then we decided to tell people about us two, but when it came time to tell, she told Amy and I told..." Randy paused, "nobody. Which, now we're in a big argument."
"Wow, sounds like you got a lot on you hands."
"What should I do?"
"Maybe you should tell Dave or Paul, then go talk to her."
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Its-- its stupid. Look Ric, don't tell anyone, please."
"Alright I won't tell anyone..."
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Later That Day
Trish sat in her hotel room, lying in her bed thinking about the one thing that came to her mind, Randy. Then, there was a sudden knock on the door. Trish got up and answered it.
"Ric? What are you doing here?"
"I'm came to talk about Randy," Ric started
Trish moved out of the way and held her arm out, inviting Ric in. "What about him?"
"He told me everything."
"Everything? Alright then, is that all you wanted to tell me?"
"I just wanted to let you know that he really misses you."
"Yeah, but that doesn't change anything."
"I know that, but what if he is really telling the truth, about the girl and he didn't do anything wrong."
"How would I know that for sure?"
"I don't know, maybe you guys should talk."
"I can't do that."
"Why?"
"He hurt me!" Trish said a bit annoyed.
Then the door flew open.
"Who hurt you?" Jeff asked.
"Jeff? What are you doing here?"
"Who hurt you Trish?"
"Jeff, you don't understand. You don't know anything about me and Ran--" Trish paused herself, before letting out the name of the guy who hurt her.
Too late.
"Randy Orton? He's a dead man," Jeff retorted.
"Jeff, you don't understand. You don't even know anything."
"No Trish, you don't know anything, like the way I feel about you," Jeff said lowing his tone, just before kissing her soundly on the lips.
Just as the two pulled apart, Randy steps into the room. He looks over at a confuse Ric, then at Jeff and finally focus his gaze on Trish.
"What's going on?" Randy questioned.
"Nothing," Trish said.
"Did he just--" Randy began.
"Of course not," Trish cut him off.
"You better tell me what the hell I just walked in on."
"We were just--"
"What? Researching?"
"You want to do this, deal with me, leave Trish out of it," Jeff spoke up.
"You ought to be leaving Trish out of it," Randy said becoming in rage. "You think I don't see the way you look at her?"
"Randy," Trish said softly.
"And you," Randy said looking down at Trish. "Running off to him every time you need help, like I'm not good enough."
"No that, its not--" Trish paused looking at Jeff then back at Randy. "This isn't the time."
"I'm telling you, stay away from her," Randy said.
Trish began to push Randy out of the room with her.
"You just take what you want huh, no matter who it belongs to," Randy said as he was backing up, from where Trish was pushing him.
"I didn't realize Trish came with a deed," Jeff said following the two.
"Stop it, what's wrong with you?" Trish said.
"You don't realize a lot of things, like the face that no body wants you here." Randy said to Jeff.
"Hey, hey come on guys let's not say--" Ric interjected.
"Shut up, Ric," both of them said.
"Great idea, Jeff, stealing my girl, was banging her apart of your plan to?"
"Go ahead, throw some more blame around, it's what you best at."
"You want to say that again."
"Face it Randy, you just can't give her what she needs," Jeff said as Randy's fist connect with his jaw.
"Randy!" Trish yelled.
The two men began to swing at one another as Ric and Trish tried to stop them. As Trish tried to pull Randy off of Jeff, his elbow came back, hitting her in the face. Trish falls to the floor, holding her mouth, as Ric kneels beside her, causing Randy to turn his gaze to Trish.
"Trish," Randy mutters.
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