I'm sorry this isn't probably the update that you all wanted but I had to delete the other chapter 17 and replace it with this one.

I just had to change some things in this chapter for the next chapter to fit.

I don't own anyone mentioned in this story.

And FYI- This chapter takes place two months later...

Chapter 17

"And here is your winner and the new women's champion, Lita!" Lillian announced to the crowd, along with everyone watching on tv, who was shocked at the outcome. As Lita walked up the ramp, holding the women's championship tight, she turned around and looked at Trish, who was sitting on her knees with a blank look of confusion on her face. Trish had just lost to Lita. Even worse, she lost the women's championship to Lita.

Trish made her way to the back as the crowd cheered her on despite her loss. She gave one last smile to her fans and disapeared into the back. She was walking to the locker room, when she came across her good friend, Ashley.

"Hey Trish."

"Hi Ashley. I'm guessing you saw the match." Trish reached in the cooler next to her and grabbed a bottle of water and took a sip of it.

"Yeah. Sorry about the loss, but it still was an ass-kicking match. You rocked. You definitely deserve all the praise from the fans."

"Thanks for that compliment but I still lost my championship. God, you know I wonder why they made me lose it to Amy (Lita). Probably because they wanted her and Adam (Edge) to be the reigning 'King and Queen' on Raw. " Trish let out a huff to what she had just said. There was a silence for a minute.

"Well, Trish, I've got to go. I have a date with Matt now. Bye."

"See you around." Ashley walked off and Trish just stood there. She let out a deep breath and started to walk off. She got to the locker room, sat down on the bench, and held her head in her hands as she thought about the match with Lita and what went down. She was interupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in at your own risk." Trish spoke through her hands.

"Don't worry about me. I think Iknow self defense. Or something like it." A familiar voice made Trish look up to see who it was.

"John, what are you doing here?"

"Chill. I just wanted to congratulate you."

"For what? I lost the match between me and Amy. And to top that off, I lost the championship to her also."

"I want to congratulate you on a superior match that's all. I thought you did very well, until the end."

"Oh gee thanks." Trish told John with a very fake tone in her voice. "Is that all." She asked, now speaking in her normal voice.

"Well, and I wanted to tell you this."

"What?"

"That no matter what goes on between that bastard Orton and I, I just want to let you know that I am always here for you. Always." John smiled at Trish and left, which made Trish confused. She was alone for a couple minutes when someone else knocked on the door.

"Yeah?"

"Hey sweetie. Good match out there tonight." Randy said, sitting down next to her.

"Don't try to make me feel better now. Please." Trish muttered, not even once looking up at Randy.

"Okay, but look, you will get it back so don't worry about it. I'll be around here if you want to find me." With that, Randy got up and left. Trish just sat there thinking for a while. She wanted that belt back, hell, she needed that belt back. After a while, she got up and packed her stuff and headed to her car to go back to the hotel. When she arrived, she slowly made her way to her and Randy's room.

"Hello?" Trish asked when she opened the door. It was dark so she assumed Randy wasn't back yet. When she turned on the lights, she found a letter on the table by the door.

Trish,

Im getting some food with the guys

be back around 10

love you, Randy

Trish put down the letter and set her bags down. She walked to the bathroom and turned on the water to the bath. She stripped off her clothes and got into the bath. She laid in the soothing, warm water. She couldn't help but think about what John had said to her.

"I just want to let you know that I am always here for you. What the hell does that mean?" Trish asked herself. A little while later, she heard the door open and close. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her tiny body

"Trish, you here?" She heard Randy ask quietly.

"I'm right here." She said quietly as she stepped in front of him. Randy stood there in almost awe. He thought she was so beautiful just then with a towel around her and her silky blonde hair up in a messy bun.

"Randy?" Trish's voice broke him of his consintration. "Are you okay baby?"

"You are so beautiful. Do you know that?"

"You tell me everyday." Their mouths met for a quick kiss before Trish stepped away from him. "Not tonight, okay? I just need some rest. I had a really tough day."

"I understand."

"Okay, I'm gonna get some clothes on then I'm going to bed okay?" Randy nodded as she walked past him to the bedroom. He felt sorry for Trish. She was forced to give up her most prized possession, the championship. And to Lita, of all people. He knew that her women's championship meant the world to Trish. He knows what it feels like to give up the championship when you're not ready to.

The next morning Randy woke up to see he was alone in the bed. He sat up and looked around. There were clothes everywhere, the entire place was a mess. Randy got up and walked around. He saw no Trish, not even a sign of Trish being there.

"Oh well, I guess I'll just have to make my own food." Randy said to himself, walking out to the kitchen. He made some eggs, toast and a bowl of cereal. Just when Randy finished eating his breakfast, Trish walked through the door. He could tell she had been at the gym working out.

"Well, did you finally decide to get up, mister sleepyhead?"

"What do you mean? It's only," Randy turned around to look at the clock. "9:30. What time did you get up?"

"Oh about 6:00."

"6:00? Jesus. What the fuck for?"

"I had to let out some steam. You know, about the match last night among other things." Trish thought about the conversation she had with John last night in her locker room.

" Oh, well, feel better now?" Randy asked through his last mouth full of food.

"Yes, much better. What about you?" She asked, taking off her shoes and walking to him.

"I'm good." Randy turned to Trish, only to be met by her lips in a passionate kiss. The two were just getting into it when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Trish asked over the phone. "Oh hi. I'm good." Over the next couple of minutes, the only words coming out of Trish's mouth were 'yes', 'no', and 'mmm'. Trish finally hung up.

"Who was that?" Randy asked.

"Oh that was Vince." Trish told him, nonchalantly.

"And?" Randy asked impatiently.

"Oh well, he said that next week I get a rematch against Lita."

"That's great!" Randy said to Trish who was smiling like no other.

"Yes and next week, I get my chance for revenge on that bitch. I get a chance to kick her ass like no other." Trish hopped up and sat on the counter top in the kitchen. "I mean, do you know how long we've hated each other?"

"I'm just guessing a long time."

"Yep. Oh and another thing, Vince said that I, myself, get to pick the stipulation of the match."

"That's fucking awesome. What are you going to pick?"

Trish thought for a moment. "I know." She gave a wicked smile to Randy.

There's the new update. Hope you all liked it :)

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