The Emancipation of Trish Stratus
A/N: Sorry I made you guys wait for a couple days for this - I was kinda caught up in the other story for a minute. This chapter isn't very long, but I promise, there's big stuff coming, and it's not going to be pretty for everyone! Oh, that sounds promising, doesn't it? Anyway, I'm trying to think of some more things I own, but Orton, Cena, Stratus, Batista, and everyone else I mention here is not on any list I can come up with. Enjoy, guys - and thanks for the great reviews.
"You ready for this?" Randy asked, holding the car door for Trish, who stepped out with her head held high.
With a confident nod, she grabbed his hand and wrapped her fingers around his, resting her shoulder against his arm. "I'm gettin' my title back tonight, baby," she answered. "And then," she stopped just outside the back entrance of the arena and turned to face him.
Randy smiled down on her, accepting her kiss as she stood on her toes to reach him. "Shit, baby. You sure you don't wanna just head back to the hotel? Since nobody knows we're here yet," he smiled when he finally pulled back, his breathing slightly labored.
"We can't be the most powerful couple to ever reign over this company from the hotel room," she reminded him, sliding a hand into the back pocket of his jeans and giving his ass an affectionate squeeze.
"Ya know, Trish," he smiled as he ran a finger across her collarbone. "With your hand there, I don't really give a fuck about reigning over anything but you, Baby," he winked.
There was a deep throat-clear from behind them, and Trish blushed as Batista approached, duffle bag over his shoulder. "Sorry to interrupt," he grinned.
Randy let go of Trish's hand and offered a "man hug" to his friend. "Not a problem, man. You seen Cena yet?" His eyes drifted over the parking lot again as he pulled Trish to his side.
She breathed in his scent and tried to forget that Hunter was somewhere in that building, just waiting to exact his revenge on both of them. With Randy's arm on her back, though, she found it hard to be anything but completely confident. He fished his cell phone out of the pocket of his jeans and quickly dialed a number he knew by heart.
"Where are you?" Randy asked when Cena picked up the phone. "Great." She felt her heart jump into her throat at his tone. "Nah, we'll wait out here." He snapped the phone shut and looked from Batista to Trish and then back. "There's a camera crew waiting," he informed them.
Batista just rolled his eyes and Trish rolled her eyes, pulling away from Randy's side to stretch her arms and legs. "This is bull shit. Randy, I have a match to prep for," she groaned.
"You'll be great, baby," Randy assured her, turning back to Batista. "We just stick together, the four of us, okay? Make 'em think we're forming some kind of group?" Batista nodded. "We look like a pretty formidable group, don't you? Like DX or The Four Horsemen? Maybe The Nation or, dare I say, Evolution?"
"But we are so much better lookin' than those ass faces ever were," Cena's voice sounded from behind them. He shrugged at the glares he was receiving from Evolution's former members. "Come on, Kids. Let's go wow the world."
Trish laughed to herself as they prepared to enter the building. But Randy held back until everyone was looking at him. "I know that we all feel a little bit like we're chasing our tails here. Things have happened fast, and we're not exactly sure whatcomes next?" They all laughed and Cena let out a "whoop." "When we get in there, whether there are cameras around or not, we are perfectly poised and completely confident. No nerves - never let 'em see you sweat - Is that clear?" He was answered with three nodding heads and focused faces. Standing back, he grinned and nodded toward the door. "Let's go then," he shrugged.
Batista went first, followed by Cena, then Randy, gripping Trish's hand as she held on to his belt loop and braced herself for the attention they were about to get. She reminded herself that they were only in this position because they had put themselves here. This is why they had kept secrets from everyone, why they had worked so hard to deceive the world. She was about to be Women's Champion again. She was on the arm of the Heavyweight Champion. There was no reason not to smile.
Cena stood to Todd Grisham's left, as Trish stood directly to the little reporter's right, Randy's arm over her shoulder, with Batista at his other side. Todd held the tiny speaker to his ear and listened to the lead-in from JR and King before smiling into the camera. "Thanks, JR. I'm standing here with the World Heavyweight Champion, Randy Orton, and Trish Stratus, John Cena, and Batista." The camera captured all of theirsmiling faces, and then focused back on Todd, Trish, and Randy. "Randy and Trish, the rumor is that the two of you missed RAW last week because you were avoiding Triple H," he started.
But before he asked an actual question, Randy rolled his eyes and huffed. "Todd, Todd, Todd," he interrupted, shaking his head. "I hope that you're not implying that we are scared of Triple H, man," he laughed, along with his friends, "Why would we be scared of Triple H, Todd? It's not like he's the champion or anything, right?" He laughed again before shooting a deadly glare into the camera. "Triple H, you listen to me very carefully. We are not afraid of you. No, ya know what? Not only are we not afraid of you – we are anxious to see how you think you're going to get back at us. Because we have already proven, Triple H, that we're better than you. We've already proven that we can beat you. And you got nothin' on us. In fact, ya know what I say, Triple H? What we say?" He looked down to Trish, who was glaring at the camera with an angry, focused look. "Tell him what we say, baby," he nodded his head toward the camera, as if giving her permission.
Trish gritted her teeth and found that an irritated tone wasn't hard to find. This character was fun. "Bring It On," she hissed. Without waiting for Todd to thank them for their time, the four of them moved away from the promo set-up, and walked down the hall.
They had talked big, she and Randy. But Trish knew that they had just stepped into it with both feet. She only hoped this great plan the guys were working up was going to be enough to save them all. Because she had done this for a happily-ever-after, and if she didn't get it? Someone was going to pay.