A Shock For The Rock

Three months later, Trish Stratus was rubbing her stomach as she sat in Vince McMahon's office.

"What exactly are you saying, Trish?" Vince asked, raising his eyebrow.

"I'm pregnant, Vince," Trish said in an anguished voice. "I. Am. Pregnant."

"Are you kidding me?" he asked unbelievingly.

"Would I kid around in a situation like this?" she asked. "I am three months pregnant, and I just found out yesterday."

"I'm guessing you'll be needing some time off from the ring, then," he said.

"Naturally. But I'd still like to travel with the company, if that's ok," she replied.

"That would be fine, but you're not going to be stepping back into that ring for a while, understand?"

"Yes, Vince, I totally understand," she replied. She stood up. "Thank you for understanding."

"No problem. I never would've expected you to get pregnant, though," he said honestly. "I can't even begin to imagine who the father is."

"Trust me, you'd never guess," she said as she left the room. "And you'll never know..."

About thirty minutes after Trish left Vince's office, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Vince called, not bothering to ask who it was. The door opened and he looked up as The Rock entered the room carrying a bottle of water and took a seat in front of his desk. "Ah, just the man I wanted to see," he said.

"What's up, Vince?" Dwayne asked, preoccupied. He was thinking of Trish... Of their passionate night about three months ago... At some point in time since then she had become all he could think about. The woman was controlling his mind and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"Did you see the new storyline the creative team put you in?" Vince began.

"Yes," Dwayne said, resisting the urge to smile. "The one with me and Trish. What about it?"

"We have to scrap it," Vince said.

Dwayne's mouth dropped. "What? But why? I was actually looking forward to that!"

"So was I. Big money we could've made from that one," Vince said. "But an unforeseen problem has reared its ugly head."

"What happened?" Dwayne asked. "I mean, did something happen to Trish?"

"You won't believe it. Can you keep a secret?" Vince asked, leaning confidentially across his desk and lowering his voice.

"Of course I can," Dwayne retorted. "You'll never meet someone who's better at keeping secrets than The Rock." He took a swig of his water.

"Ok, here goes. Trish is three months pregnant!" Vince exclaimed. "Pregnant! Can you believe it?"

"What?" Dwayne exclaimed, spitting water all over Vince's face. "Did you just say Trish Stratus is pregnant?"

"Yeah. And thanks for the water in my face," Vince replied, wiping his face with a handkerchief.

"Sorry, but that's some shocking info you just told me," Dwayne said. He went on nervously, "Did she happen to mention who the father is?"

"No, but she did say I'd never guess and I'd never know."

"Oh my God." Dwayne stood up and made his way over to the door. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"Sick? Why are you going to be sick?" Vince asked. "It's not like it's your baby."

"Right," Dwayne said quickly, then ran from the room.

Vince looked after him curiously, then went back to reading the papers scattered across his desk...