A/N- I didn't expect to update this soon but I got nothing better to do lol.
"Then we'll go to dinner then in this amazing garden I'll propose the right way, with a ring. Tonight I'm going to call her dad and ask his permission." John explained to Randy who was flipping through a SMACKDOWN! magazine.
"What if he says no?" Randy asked.
"Then I'm in trouble." John sighed. "I still can't believe its happening." John looked around the room. I was like cafeteria for the wrestlers.
"What's happening?" Matt asked as he made his way over to them.
"Asshole here thinks he can get Trish's dad to give him permission to propose when he already promised Trish they'd get married." Randy said. Matt smiled.
"Congrats, but he should. He gave me permission." Matt said.
"Uh, he always thought I was a dirt bag kid hitting on his daughter, and you think he'd let me marry her? HE WOULDN'T LET ME IN THE DAMN HOUSE!" John hit his head on the table.
"Don't worry man things will be fine right Randy?" Matt looked at Randy who was staring at something. "Randy? Randy! RANDY!"
"Huh? Oh yeah sure." He turned back to continue staring.
"What the hell are you staring at?" Matt demanded.
"Who." Randy corrected him. "Amy." Was all he said.
"Amy?" Matt and John bursted into laughter. Amy turned to look at them and marched over.
"It's not polite to stare and point." Amy said. Randy stared at her.
"I love you." He said in a daze.
"Ok?" Amy took a step back.
"I suggest you run." John said. Amy nodded and ran away.
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" Randy scolded John and got up to run after her.
"We don't know him." Matt pointed, talking to Dave, Rey and Eddie they nodded and continued to eat.
"I don't know what to do!" John sighed again.
"Don't worry man, you'll figure something out." Matt said as he stood up.
"Where are you going?" John asked him.
"I need to go meet Ashley." Matt said.
"What happened to Candice?" John asked.
"Uh, slut!" Matt said and walked away.
"OH GOD!" John hit his head again.
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"And then he said it!" Trish sighed dreamily. Stacy was too busy daydreaming about her date or 'celebration party' with Jay.
"Stacy?" Trish smiled at her friend.
"He kissed me!" Stacy smiled.
"Really?" Trish asked. Stacy nodded. "You better thank me!" Trish smirked.
"Hey Trish, I'm sorry for yelling at you like that." Chris came up to the two divas.
"Save it!" Trish held her hand to Chris.
"It's not all your fault, I'm sorry and to make it up to you, how about dinner tonight? Just me and you?" Chris bit his lip.
"No sorry I'm going to spend time with my fiancé!" Trish smiled as she used the word.
"Who?" Jericho demanded.
"John." She said.
"Oh yeah? Then where is the ring?" Chris asked.
"I need to get a bigger size." Trish lied.
"Sureee… but if you think about it, I'll be in my room." He said and walked away.
"Well gotta go, Jay's waiting." Stacy walked away.
"But? UGH!" Trish hit her head on the table.
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"So you see George it's very important to me if"
"Call me Mister Stratigus." George or Trish's father demanded.
"Ur yes Mr. Stratigus, so do I have you permission to propose to Trish." John asked with hopefulness.
"Hmm PATRICIA, and you, Jonathon?" George countered.
"Please it would mean the world to me, us." John said.
"DO NOT INTURRUPT ME!" George yelled.
"Sorry George I mean Mr. Stratigus." John corrected himself.
"Yes, your forgiven, but I have thought about and my answer is…NO! No way is my only daughter going to marry some PLAYER DIRT BAG!" George screamed. John pulled the phone away from his ear. "You may marry my daughter and get my wife's blessing but certainly not mine!" George went on. "So go ahead, propose but don't be upset if I don't show up." There was a click and the line went dead. John hung up the phone and sighed. Trish might not marry him if they didn't get her fathers blessing. John needed to find a way to get it. He'd do anything! Well, just about.