A/N: In response to those who last reviewed.

Cenafaction.Stratusfaction13: getting nervous eh? nice to know i'm doing something right. lol.i try to make it hard for readers to choose between Randy and John cuz you know, i wouldn't be able to choose either! but i did make up my mind...
TrishOrton: just wait till a few more chapters. lol. thanks for reviewing as always!
Anna: It might be Trish and John in the end...lol.
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ChainGangDiva54: hey thanks for reviewing. you're not the only one that wants Trish and John in the end. lol. you'll find out who gets to Trish first in this chapter. Enjoy.

Chapter 22

"Truth to Be Told"

"Hello?" Trish's cell phone went off just when she was about to go to bed. Yawning, she rolls over on her back and stares at the ceiling. "Oh hey, Stacey." She responds while rubbing her eyes. "What's up?"

There was a deep sigh coming from the other line. "Well…I'll be back on the road with Smackdown next week."

"That's great!" Trish exclaims excitedly. "But--" She pauses and wrinkles her forehead, "What about Dancing with the--"

"I came in third." Stacey replies disappointedly as Trish frowns on her behalf. She didn't think it would be already over, but then again with her busy schedule, she hasn't been watching.

"I'm sorry I didn't tune in for the finale…"

"Don't worry about it. I'm actually glad you didn't watch. Losing to Drew was fine…but to Jerry Rice!" She scoffs in disbelief. "Come on now, I can out dance that guy any day."

Trish chuckles. "I've seen you dance, Stacey and no matter what you're still a winner to me."

"Oh how touching, Trish."

"I'm serious!"

Stacey chuckles. "Thanks, girlfriend." Talking to Trish was suddenly making her feel better about the loss. "That means a lot."

"I guess I'll see you next week then…"

"You trying to get rid of me already?" Stacey exasperates offensively in a rather joking matter. "I haven't even mentioned John Cena yet."

She rolls her eyes. "You just did. Besides it's late and I have to get up early tomorrow to help train Sharmell, Jillian, and Melina." Trish reluctantly groans.

"Aren't you lucky?" Stacey says out of sarcasm. "Alrighty then. I'll just see you next week. Bye, Trish."

"Later, Stace."

"This is it." John and Amy stood in front of Trish's hotel room with the help of a few WWE Smackdown stars that led the way. They waited for what seems to be an awkward few seconds as the redhead peers at John from the corner of her eye. "Well?" He nervously turns to her as she folds her arms across her chest. "Aren't you gonna knock?"

"Yeah just give me a sec." John takes a deep long breath, contemplating when suddenly, out of nowhere, Amy mischievously knocks on the door and started running down the hallway. His eyes widen for he was just set up. "Amy!" He hissed while adjusting his cap nervously. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Just helping you out," the redhead responds with a giggle. "I'll be in the lobby if you need me. Later!" She waved off as she hurriedly disappeared around the corner.

"I can't believe she did this to me." He thought while nodding in dismay. "Oh the next time I'm going to see her she'll--"

"John?" Trish opens the door, a gasp escaping from her lips at his surprising visit. He stood completely frozen as he nervously shifts his gaze towards the blonde. "What are you doing here?"

John coyly looks at her, his hands stuff in the pockets of his black hoodie. "Uh…hey, Trish." He drew in a few nervous gulps and weakly smiles.

"Hey…" She folds her arms across her chest and leans against the door. "What brings you here, champ?"

"I'm sorry if I bothered you, and if I am I can just leave."

"No, you didn't bother me." She reassures him, her eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. "So uhh…what's up?"

"I need to talk to you about something important."

"You came all the way here just to talk?" Trish questioned in disbelief. "We could have done this over the phone."

"I know, but this is something I need to tell you in person." His eyes soften as awkward silence fell upon them. Trish tilts her head to the side and listens intently. "I really like you…a lot." She looks down and smiles in pleased embarrassment. "The times we had together were some of the best times I ever had, Trish and I--" John stammers nervously as he adjusted his ChainGang soldier cap in a way to avoid her gaze. "And I just wanted you to know that…"

There was a small pause. The blonde Canadian couldn't help but notice John's cheeks turning into a lighter shade of red. To Trish, he appeared rather uncomfortable and shy, not so much of himself, but nonetheless cute. "You came all the way here just to say this to me?" Brief silence caught them as he stares deeply into her eyes worriedly. Trish, in response, smiles in awed. "That's very sweet." His eyes soften. "I umm…" The Canadian bombshell brushes her blonde locks between her fingers in a rather nervous gesture. "I like you too, John." She bit her lip as a smile crossed his face. "You're an incredible, talented guy."

Uncomfortable silence fell upon them once again as their eyes shift off to different directions—anywhere but each other for it was such an awkward situation.

"So…" John clears his throat as he coyly looks back at Trish. "What now?"

Randy Orton arrived back to the hotel as he makes his way inside the lobby. Upon his approach to the elevator, he bumped into none other than Amy. "Oh I'm sorr— " He turns around and stops as his eyes grew larger at the sight of her. "Ames?" He scoffed in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

The redhead bit her lip. "I'm just…visiting." She responds, followed by a weak chuckle.

"You miss Trish already eh?" Randy smirks as Amy playfully punches him on the shoulder.

"I'll catch you later. I have to make a phone call."

"How long are you staying here?"

"Not too long. There's a RAW houseshow tomorrow." Randy nods his head as he watches Amy walk off towards a quiet place in the hotel to make that phone call.

A few moments later, Randy finally reached the floor Trish was staying at as he goes on and searches for the room number. As soon as he turned at a corner and another after that, he took a few steps and found it. Randy stood in front of her room, taking a few deep breaths before knocking. "Okay, Randy this is it." He whispers to himself as he raises his fist in mid-air. "There's no backing out now."

As soon as Randy was able to calm his nerves and relax, which took about a few minutes-- anxiously pacing back and forth across the hallway, he took another long breath and finally knocks a few times on the door. He waited patiently for her to answer and after a brief pause; Trish appeared from behind the door with her head sticking out. "Randy…" She slightly gasps in surprise as her eyes grew larger . "Uh…what brings you here?"

He looks down nervously before meeting her gaze. "Is this a bad time?"

"Yes." She responds sharply, shaking her head. "I wish you have called me and let me know beforehand that you were gonna come up here."

Randy sighs. "I know and I'm sorry. But this can't wait." His eyes soften when suddenly he heard a familiar, masculine voice coming from inside the room.

"Who is it, Trish?" Randy's lips parted as soon as his best friend John Cena appeared from behind her. At that very moment, he felt crushed and betrayed as though his heart as been ripped out from inside him. What pains Randy even more was seeing John and Trish as a picture perfect pair.

"Hey, buddy." Randy shook his head and weakly smiles.

"What's up, John? Didn't think I'd see you here," The young WWE Smackdown superstar groans in response.

"Yeah, just wanted to see Trish."

Randy looks away, "I bet." He turns to the blonde as their contact grew intense. "Well, you guys seem busy catching up on stuff I'm sure," he couldn't bear to even look at them as his gaze remains elsewhere, "so I'll leave you to it."

"Randy--"

"Goodnight, Trish." He interrupts her as she could see the hurt in his eyes. Randy then shifts his gaze back over to Cena and smiles. "Later, John."

"Yeah," he waved off as they watch him leave, "later."

Trish rolls her eyes and groans. "I'll be right back." She made John Cena go back inside the room as she follows Randy from behind. When he could hear Trish following his footsteps he quickened his pace hoping to reach the elevator before she does. But as soon as the elevator door closed on him he turned around, about to take the stairs, when suddenly Trish grabbed his shoulder and turned him around so that he could face her. "Randy." She studies him carefully, furrowing her eyebrows. "What's up?"

He pathetically shrugs his shoulders, "Nothing."

"Liar," Trish scoffs while glaring at him, "you didn't come all the way here just to tell me nothing."

"Just forget about it, Trish. You don't want to keep John waiting. He's not staying very long."

She deeply sighs. "Is there something wrong, Randy?"

He shook his head and groans. "Goodnight, Trish." Randy simply said as he pursed his lips and disappointedly leaves a puzzled Trish behind.

A/N: Things will get complicated in the next chapter. Thanks for reading...and don't forget to leave a review on your way out. Just maybe 5 more chapters left in the story. It's gonna be a tad bit longer than I expected.