Trish walked into the Women's locker room dropping her bags down letting out a sigh.
"Would this be a bad time to ask you how your weekend was?" Amy asked walking up behind her.
"Isn't always," Trish replied, turning to face her,
"No not really. If I remeber correctly, you came in here happy, for the past few weeks," Amy remarked.
"That happens to everyone, Amy."
"Well, I'm sorry for what happen between you and Randy. Maybe it's a sign."
"A sign? A sign for what?" Trish asked eyeing her "so-called" friend.
"A sign for you not to date, Randy."
Trish did a double take, "...what? How can you say that? Well, all of a sudden you don't like Randy. What is it Amy?"
"Trish, you knew I never liked him."
"Gee, why didn't you tell me this before?"
"Trish--," Amy began.
"Save it! Thanks for being a great friend," Trish finished before leaving the locker room.
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Trish walked down the hall toward catering, where she bumps into Dave Batista.
"Hey Trish," he said.
"I don't feel like talking, Dave."
"Just listen to me. Then you and Rnayd can do the talking."
"Real funny, Dave. You expect me to talk to him. Dave, Randy can't even stand to look at me," Trish remarked.
"Well, I think you might say something to him after I tell you this."
"What's that Dave?"
"He has this crazy idea..."
"Well... Let's here it."
"He's leaving the WWE for awhile."
"What? Why?"
"He won't tell me, but I think it has something to do with you."
"Where is he now?"
"At the hotel, he has the night off. I told him to come anyways, but he wouldn't."
Trish took her gaze down to the ground.
Dave raise Trish's head, "...he's suppose to be leavingtonight Trish," he finished.
Trish ran off...
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Randy sat in his hotel room, throwing clothes in his suitcase, not even folding them. A sudden knock came upon his door. Randy jumped at the sound of it. "Who is it?" He yelled from inside. To his surprise he heard Trish's voice.
"It's me," she said softly.
"Trish?" He said opening the door, watching her walked him, already with tears in her eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked.
"I just need sometime alone, without you," he said, shutting the door behind her.
"Why?" She asked turning to face him.
"Well, it's not like I can talk to you anymore," he said, throwing more clothes in the bag.
Trish walked over to his suitcase and started folding them. "...I never said you couldn't. We can still talk about us."
"Us? Trish, there's no us, there never was," he replied, having her face him.
"Randy, yes there was! And I hoping there still could be. Randy, please. I'm begging you."
"Well, sorry there isn't."
"Why?" She questioned.
"Because you can't have me and Jeff. You have to choose."
"Randy--"
"If you truly love me, then we would already know your answer."
"Randy, I do love you. But you're asking me to choose someone I love and a friend for over 3 years, I'm sorry. I can't."
"See, I already know your answer Trish. You don't have to tell me."
Trish looked down, "... why's that Randy?"
"Because if you did, we would be here. Plus you would be helping me pack. So, besides the fact that your pissing me off why don't you just get out."
Trish focused on Randy, then walked to the door. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you, Randy, and I always will."
Randy looked up and watched her walk out, "... Nothing last forever," he mubbled to himself.