A/N: I'm going to try to do this quick! Please review people, because y'all are why I keep updating! Enjoy!

Let The Games Begin…

Sara's POV:

I had about 3 more hours till Survivor Series got underway, and I found myself in need of some female advice. Where was Trish when I needed her? She was the only one who would be able to tell me the flat out truth; yes Trish was good for that. I heard an all too familiar voice from around the corner.

"Yea so we're on for tomorrow night? That's great, I'll see ya then babe." I heard John say. He hung up right as he rounded the corner.

"Hi Sara." John said, as he stopped in front of me.

"Hey." I replied, faking a smile.

"So, how have you been?" John asked, as he leaned against the wall.

"No complaints. You?"

"None that I can think of. Hey is it alright if I take Bri for a week or two?" John questioned.

"Uh, you'll have to take that up with my mom. I'm fine with it. I want her back in two weeks though. I'm gonna take her on the road with me for a bit." I replied.

"Great. Well, I have to go get ready now. I'll talk to you sometime." John said.

"Yea, I have to find Trish. Do good tonight." I answered as I started walking away. I guess I handled that better than I expected.

An hour later I had finally found Trish. She had gotten to the arena a bit late, and was for some reason beginning to feel nervous about the 2-hour away pay-per-view.

"Why are you nervous about this pay-per-view, it's not like its Wrestle mania or anything." I stated as I started changing into my gear.

"I don't know. I'm just real edgy today or something." Trish answered.

"Oh, alright. Do you feel like listening and giving some advice to me?" I asked.

"Of course I do! Does this have anything to do with the letters R, K, and O?" Trish replied, with a sly grin on her face.

"Possibly. Is it too soon for me to be interested in someone else other than John?" I answered as Maria and Melina came bounding in.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so excited!" Maria exclaimed as she checked her hair in a mirror.

"Calm down girl! It's just a pillow fight match." Melina replied all to unenthusiastically.

"But still Mel, we get to go out in front of all those people!" Maria bubbled.

"Yea yea yea, I would rather be doing some real wrestling. Like Trish, Sara, Jackie and Torrie get to be doing tonight." Melina answered. I knew how she felt, I know that I hate just being involved in fantasy 'guys and some girls get your rocks off' matches.

"Don't worry Mel. You are a good wrestler. Soon you will get to have a real match. It takes time." I said, trying to cheer up Melina.

"Yea, I just am getting impatient. Oh well, our pillow fight is up first. Gots to go get ready!" Melina replied, as she started digging through her bag.

"Anywho, Sara you all set to go? We can go find a quiet place to get psyched and stuff." Trish said, out of nowhere.

"Yup, I'm all ready. Bring the radio and let's go get amped up!" I replied, as I finished zipping up my boot.

Trish and I found an empty area of the arena and plugged in the radio and sat down.

"So, before we got interrupted, you were asking me if it was too soon for you to be moving onto a new man."

"Yea. That's exactly what I was asking." I said, staring off at the wall.

"Alrighty, here's my answer. No, it is not too soon for you to be into someone else. Obviously John has moved on, its time for you to move on too!" Trish told me.

"It's only been like 4 months though… I just feel weird about the whole thing." I replied.

"Why should you feel weird? Girls have needs too!" Trish exclaimed. "So moving on, you have a crush on Mr. RKO?"

"Eh, not really. I mean he's John's best friend. I don't want to come between them. I won't be the reason that two men become enemies." I answered.

"Ok, no offense Sara, but what makes you think that John even cares?" Trish stated.

I was silent for a few minutes, and then Trish and I both started laughing.

"Yea you're right. John could care less about who I screw around with. I still think that he would have issues with it being his best friend though."

"Well, just go out with some random guy for a few weeks, and then set your focus on Randall. That way he won't be your, in John's terms, 'rebound guy.' You can't lose that way. Actually, this could all blow up in your face, but if you're happy that's all that will matter." Trish said in-between stretches.

"Gee that sure reassures me! You're such a big help Trish!" I answered sarcastically. "I do have Brianna to think about here. John and I have to get along alright for her sake."

"He can get over it. Sara, just do something for you for once! It's great that you think about your daughter first, but how can you take care of her properly if you're miserable?" Trish asked me.

"Trish, you wouldn't understand. You're not a parent, and this is something that only a mom or dad would understand. I can't just think of myself. Why am I miserable?" I answered, a little annoyed.

"Not having sex could lead to being miserable. I know, I'm not a parent…yet…but still if you want to start a relationship, you should do it. John can't be the deciding factor, because it's not him that's going to be in the said relationship. He had his chance; he blew it. MOVE ON to someone more deserving. Someone who isn't going to cheat on you after four great years of marriage; someone who isn't going to put your heart on a chopping block. I'm done discussing this now. Let's just focus on the upcoming match. How's your wrist by the way?"

"Eh, it hurts pretty bad, but the swelling has gone down. I'll get it checked out later."

"It's probably just a sprain. As long as you can still work with it!" Trish replied.

"So Trish, what's got you so spaced out today?" I asked.

"Nothing important. Just got some things on my mind." Trish answered.

"Like what? It can't be that secretive." I replied, trying to get her to open up to me.

"I don't feel like talking about it right now." Trish stiffly answered.

"Alright, but I might force it out of you later." I replied. Trish just rolled her eyes, and we got back to stretching.

Randy's POV:

'Sara King is gorgeous.' I thought to myself as I watched her and Trish in their tornado tag match. Every move Sara made just made me want her even more. If I didn't stop staring at her I was going to have a BIG problem on my hands. A problem that I didn't have time to take care of, seeing as my match was up next.

I saw Sara land on her wrist weird, and noticed the look of sheer pain overcome her face. She had injured her already sore wrist, and looked like she could puke. Being the trooper that she is, Sara got back up, and kept on going. She went through the rest of the match biting her lower lip. Trish hit Torrie with a chick kick, and then Sara kept working on Jackie. While Sara and Jackie were fighting outside of the ring, Trish got the cover over Torrie. Sara and Trish win. They celebrated in the ring for a minute, and watched as Torrie and Jackie retreated back up the ramp. The two victorious women exited the ring, and walked up the ramp to the backstage area.

"Great match Sara!" I said, when she was in earshot.

"Thanks Randy." Sara replied through clenched teeth. Her wrist was extremely swollen and a nasty shade of a purple bruise could already be seen.

"God, you need to get your wrist checked out. That looks really bad." I said, as I examined her wrist.

"Yea, it hurts like hell. I think it's broken now. I can feel the blood pulsing through my hand. That and almost as much pain as when I went into labor. Well, that could be pushing it, but it's a good comparison." Sara replied, as she tried to move her wrist.

"Go get it checked out Sara." I told her, as I looked her in the eye.

"I will. Do good tonight! You versus the Undertaker! That's one good match!" Sara replied, looking me back straight into my eyes.

"Of course I'll do good! This is Randy Keith Orton we're talking bout! 3rd generation superstar, youngest world heavyweight champion, and all around gorgeous hunk of man!" I retorted.

"Oh gosh, I think I need to get some air, your swelling head is absorbing all the air back here!" Sara replied sarcastically. She winced a bit as she tried to move her hand again, and then a few tears ran down her cheek.

"Sara, do I have to walk you over to the trainer?" I asked.

"I'm going, I'm going! Do good! I'll be watching you! " Sara answered. She flashed me a smile, and then hurried off to the trainer.

I just shook my head, and then made my way out to the ring.

Sara's POV:

"OWW!" I exclaimed as the trainer tried to bend my wrist.

"Sara, this is looking bad. I think you may need to go to the hospital and get some x-rays." The trainer informed me.

"Alright, I'll go." I replied.

Trish walked over, and sat down next to me.

"So, the wrist looks really bad girl." Trish commented.

"Yea, it hurts about as bad as it looks." I replied.

Shane Helms walked by us and nodded at me and smiled at Trish.

"Hey Trish, good match tonight! You looked good out there! You too Sara." Shane commented.

"Thanks Shane." Trish replied.

"Yea, thanks Shane." I answered.

"Well, I've got places to be and people to see! Sara, I hope your wrist heals up good. Trish, maybe I'll see you later?"

"Ha, in your dreams Helms!" Trish replied, as she blushed.

Shane just smiled at her and walked away. Trish watched as he walked away, a small barely noticeable smile across her face.

"Hmmm, does Trish have a crush?" I asked, as I held an ice pack on my wrist.

"Eh, he's cute. That's all." Trish replied.

I nudged her on the shoulder and Trish returned the nudge. I turned to harass her some more, but Trish had a strange look on her face.

"Trish, you alright?" I asked.

"No, I think I gotta go." Trish replied. She got up and then started to walk away. No more than 10 feet away, I saw Trish seem to stumble a bit, and then her legs buckled and she collapsed on the floor.

"Oh my God, Trish!" I exclaimed as I jumped up and ran over to her.

The trainer was quick on my heels, and knelt down by Trish. Soon a circle of wrestlers, staff, and random other people was surrounding us. Trish opened her eyes, and then sat up.

"Oh God…" she mumbled. She slowly stood up, and then put a hand over her mouth. I watched as she ran towards a bathroom. The trainer and I followed closely behind her. Upon entering the bathroom, I heard the familiar sound of someone throwing up-that someone was Trish.

Trish emerged out of the stall, and then sat down against the wall.

"Looks like you won't be going to the hospital alone." The trainer commented.

A/N: Yea, it took forever again! I'm so sorry, but like I always say, Life Happens. I'm going to Survivor Series this Sunday, 5th row baby! Yea! My mom rocks! Please review!

RIP Eddie Guerrero. We Will never forget you! I'll see you up in Heaven!