A/N: Soooo... Thank you SO much for the reviews! I really appreciate it and am So glad that everyone wants me to continue the story! I didn't know you'd like it as much as you did so... I was surprised, to say the least.

Summary: They hate her and she despises them. When they're forced to work together in a storyline, can a hateful relationship turn into something more?

Characters: Trish Stratus, Evolution, Amy Dumas, Chris Jericho, Adam Copeland, others

Rating: M, for language, sexual situations, and some other stuff you won't find out until later on...

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Chapter Two: Trying to Get Rid of You

"Mr. Bischoff, NO! I can't work with them!" Trish exclaimed, pointing a finger at every member of Evolution. She held up her wrist to show Eric what Paul had done.

"In case you haven't noticed, he almost broke my wrist!" Trish finished, her breathing becoming ragged. Eric nodded slowly, shuffling the papers on his desk again. Behind Trish Evoluion had taken seats in the chairs all around the room, leaving Trish to sit next to Randy or stand. She looked at the empty seat of the couch before leaning against the wall as far away as possible.

"Yes, Trish,I do see that one member of Evolution has hurt you but you either do this storyline or I'll be forced to fire you." Eric stated simply, not looking up to meet Trish's pleading hazel orbs.

"I'd rather live on the stre--" But then she was cut off by Randy's deep voice.

"Why don't we just see what the damn storyline is before we make any decisions, okay?" He was directing this question towards Trish but she turned her head the other way, acting like she hadn't heard him, though the silence told the five men that she was interested in the storyline.

"As we've all heard, Randy will be breaking away from Evolution after they betray him once he wins the championship from Chris Benoit. Also, Trish is turning face within the next few weeks so this is where the storyline comes in. You, Trish," At her name Trish turned her attention to Eric who was now standing. "Will become the object of Randy's affection and this will get on Evolution's nerves. During this time period, there will be a lot of hateful words being exchanged, some violence between the remaining members of Evolution and Trish, and..." Before he could finish Trish stormed forward, slamming her fist onto the desk.

"I am NOT going to be manhandled by those dicks!" She yelled angrily. Her face began to turn red with rage as a sympathetic look come to Eric's face.

"Take a seat, Trish, before I make you." Eric ordered in an agressive voice. Trish went back to her place on the wall, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Where was I? Oh yes, and there will be a few romance scenes between Randy and Trish before Paul catches you and he orders you to stay away from Randy or else. The night after Randy wins the title he will be betrayed by Evolution. After this, Randy will be feuding with Paul while another diva is trying to win Randy's heart. That leads to Trish fighting for you until you make your heel turn, which is siding with the other diva, whoever that may be. The creative team hasn't figured that out yet. You will still be fueding with this diva until Wrestlemania, where Randy loses the World Heavyweight Championship to Triple H." Eric stopped, scanning the faces of the five other people in the room.

"What the hell! You expect me to fight for him!" Trish exclaimed, pointing to Randy who looked as though he was thinking hard.

"Yes, Trish... now if you'll excuse me, I have another meeting to attend." Eric grabed some papers and walked out, leaving an unnerved Trish with Evolution.

"Don't expect me to talk about our scenes together, Orton..." Trish muttered angrily before storming out.

CLUB

Trish walked inside of the club, bobbing her head slightly to the music. She spotted her friends at a table and weaved her way through the crowd towards them. Only then did she see who was standing by John Cena's side, kissing his neck. Stacy Keibler. She narrowed her eyes as the leggy blonde looked over at her and Trish had to wonder. Why in the hell wasn't she there with Randy? Trish wasn't going to admit it to anyone, but she had always had feelings for the current US Champ. She strutted over with a smirk on her face, determined to get John's attention away from Stacy and to her. he swung her hips a littlemore as she walked by, glancing back at John who was watching her. She slid sexily into the booth where Amy and Adam were sitting and grinned at them.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Trish asked, looking from one to the other. They had become a couple a few weeks earlier and Trish couldn't help but feel a little jealous that her best friend had someone and she didn't.

"We were just going to go dance. Order yourself something and join us, if ya want." Adam grinned at her before leading Amy towards the sea of dancers. Trish shook her head and leaned back, seeing the scantily clad waitress walking over.

"Hi, what can I get you?" She asked, batting her fake eyelashes. Trish stared at the brunette for a moment before nodding.

"A strawberry daiquiri, please." Trish ordered, giving the woman a fake smile. The waitress left with a push of her chest, making more breast poke out of the top of her top than inside. Trish rolled her eyes, turning her head away from her waitress to the dance floor where everyone seemed to be having fun. She still couldn't get the thought of having to work with Evolution out of her head.

"I see you could make it..." Someone whispered in the Toronto native's ear. She turned her head and grinned at John.

"And I see that you were having some fun." Trish retorted, nodding towards Stacy who was making her way to the bathroom. John rolled his crystal blue eyes, sitting in the booth next to her. He slipped his arm around the back of it and leaned down to whisper in her ear again.

"Wanna dance with me?" Trish could hint some seduction in his voice and she nodded quickly, getting out of the booth. John got out, following her to the dance floor where she turned her back to him, pushing against his warm body. She swayed to the loud hip hop music, causing John to groan as she swirled her hips. He spun her around and pulled her to him so their bodies were pressed against each other. Trish grinned up at him and rubbed her body against him. She spun back around, teasing the hell out of him as she rubbed her ass into his groin. John rested his hands firmly on her hips, pulling her back to him. Once the song was over and the DJ put on a slow song did Trish go back to have a drink. Stacy sat at the table with a frown on her face.

"Did someone have a bad night?" Trish mocked, smirking as she sipped her daiquiri. Stacy glared menacingly at the petite Canadian diva and their eyes met in a challenge. Trish had never fought over a guy like this with someone who already had a boyfriend but she was determined to have John for herself.

"Now... if you'll excuse me, bitch, I have some dancing to do..." Stacy then walked up to John, pulling him onto the dance floor. Trish watched with fury as John seemed to be enjoying the seductive stripper like dance Stacy was doing to him. Her eyes left the two for a moment and scanned the club. She almost spit out her drink when she saw Evolution sitting in the back corner of the club with bimbos surrounding them, sucking on their necks. Then she felt an arm around her and looked over at a slightly drunken John who was grinning from ear to ear at her. She rolled her eyes, sipping on her drink again.

"Lets dance again!" He yelled over the music. Trish shook her head. Her feet were hurting like hell and she was pretty tired.

"I'm gonna go... I'm really tired and my feet hurt!" Trish yelled. John furrowed his eyebrows at her, wondering why just a few minutes earlier she wanted to dance with him and now she was bailing on him.

"Fine..." He replied angrily, walking back to Stacy who was looking at him expectantly. She smirked at Trish and dragged the West Newbury native onto the dance floor again. Trish made her way towards the entrance, getting stopped by Amy who was attatched by the hip with Adam.

"Where are you going?" Amy said into Trish's ear.

"Back to the hotel. I'm tired, and my feet hurt really bad..." She then bid the couple good bye, walking out into the warm Atlanta night. She had just made it outside when Chris was walking in.

"Where are ya going?" He asked suspisciously. Trish giggled tiredly at his facial expression.

"To the hotel. I'm really tired..." Trish replied with a yawn. She was also sick and tired of that twig dancing all over her man. Although he wasn't exactly her man, he was close enough to being hers.

"Well... call me when you get back to letme know you're alright." Chris said, winking at her. Trish nodded and got into her car, driving off. She made it back to the hotel a few minutes later and called Chris, who seemed to be having a good time with their friends. Saying they'd get together for breakfast tomorrow, Trish got out of her car and walked inside of the hotel. Standing in the lobby was Candice Michelle and Torrie Wilson. Trish tried to walk passed the two new "divas" but they kept stepping in her way.

"Hi, Trish." Candice said sweetly. Trish stopped trying to walk passed the Go woman and sighed, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Hello, whore... I mean Candice." Trish said in a bitter sweet voice. Candice narrowed her eyes at Trish who leveled the brunette with a glare. Torrie stood off to the side with a puzzled look on her stupid face.

"Did you know that I'm the diva that you'll be fighting over Randy for? Also, I win him in the end." Candice boasted. Trish chuckled, giving Candice a strange look.

"Do you actually think I give a rat's ass if you are the 'diva'", Trish did the quotations sign around diva, "I'm facing, then you're wrong. I could beat you just like that..." She snapped in Candice's face, smirking. "As for Orton, you can have the cocky ass bastard. I hate his ass, and as far as I'm concerned, he can go to hell along with the rest of Evolution..." Trish then pushed pased them, walking towards the elevator.

"Wait! Don't you even care what we're going to do!" Candice whined, a look of disappointment spreading across her face. Trish turned around and laughed heartily.

"No, I don't! So just, like, go fuck someone or something..." Trish waved nonchalantly and stepped into the elevator, heaving a sigh as the doors closed. She closed her eyes and waited for the elevator to stop on the fifth floor. She slid her key card into the door and walked inside, flipping on the light. She then screamed as the door slammed shut behind her and she spun aound to stare into a pair of blue eyes.

A/N: Hmmm... I wonder who that could be... well, I guess you'll just have to find out in the next chapter. Thanks for all of your reviews! They really mean a lot to me because I wasn't sure if you'd like this. Anyway, you all know the drill. Read and Review, please!

Preview:

Thinking of what Paul had threatened earlier, a chill went down her spine. The tone of his voice was so serious, so not like his usual teasing tone. She began to wonder if he meant what he said he was going to do. Getting paranoid, she spun around to see if someone was following her. Luckily, the hotel parking lot was empty except for the dim streetlights that shone on the black pavement. She got into her car quickly, driving away. She looked into the rearview mirror to see if she could get into the other lane and screamed at what she saw.