Chapter 22: The Night Club

"Are you sure you want to come help me?"

"100 percent positive."

As Trish reaffirmed her intent to help Matt track down Randy, her scheming mind continued to formulate a plan to get exactly what she wanted from the Legend Killer. She wasn't totally sure how far she could go, but her wicked imagination went to work when she imagined herself sharing an intimate moment with him. She couldn't get his image out of her head and she was feeling less and less inclined to attempt to do so.

After several attempts to contact Randy on his cell phone, Matt had eventually got through and discovered that he had gone to a nightclub to confront Christian and Jericho. He hadn't mentioned anything about the bet, but Matt could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn't in the mood for small talk and wanted to get things sorted out once and for all.

"What's the name of this place then?" Trish asked, as they walked down a secluded back street. The street lighting was pretty much non existent and there seemed to be nobody around.

"Silhouette's. It's just around the corner from here apparently."

Trish was glad to hear of its close proximity; she didn't like being in such a seedy part of the town and even less so for being in the company of Matt. He didn't exactly fill her with confidence on the off chance that somebody might come up to them and confront them. As that disturbing thought crossed her mind, she noticed a neon sign just down the road with Silhouette's flashing on it. 'Thank heavens for that.' she thought.

Matt led the way, as they reached the outside of the club. It looked pretty uninspiring to the naked eye, with little fanfare on the exterior. It was almost as if the place was trying to hide itself away from the public, which alarmed Trish.

Two beefy looking doormen stood between them and the steps that led into the club. Matt walked in with little fuss, but Trish attracted much more attention. The two men on the door scrutinized her up and down, before exchanging cursory glances with each other. They both chuckled and then stood aside to allow her to enter. She frowned at the one on her left who winked at her as she slowly walked past. 'Jerk.'

"Hey... isn't she that wrestling chick? You know, the one off the TV?" she heard one of the guys say as she began to descend the staircase that led into the club.

"Looked like her. Wonder what she is doing coming to a place like this?" the other man replied.

"Excuse me?" Trish said snottily, turning back to them momentarily.

"Nothing Miss." responded the man who had winked to her. He looked like he was desperately trying not to laugh, which was made even more difficult when Trish scowled in his direction. She set off once more, storming off in anger. She had no idea what their problem was, it was as if they had never seen a woman walk into the club before.

When she reached the door at the bottom of the stairs and walked through it, she immediately realised why they had looked so curiously at her and been so surprised to see her. The only women in there were working – she'd walked into a strip club. Horrified, she considered turning around and walking straight back out, as it was not her idea of fun, but she gritted her teeth and retained her focus on finding Randy. There was no time to lose in her eyes.

Much to her surprise, the club was packed. There were hundreds of disheveled men, the odd businessman and one or two good looking guys in there, as she scanned around looking for Matt. He had disappeared and left her on her own, which frustrated her no end. A few of the clientele in the club noticed her walking in and exchanged knowing glances with each other as they clearly discussed how fine Trish was. As much as that made her feel sick, a quick look at some of the girls who were working left her in no doubt that she was a cut above.

"Hello there... I don't believe I've seen you working here before?"

Trish heard a voice over her shoulder and turned to face a busty brunette with a maniacal-like expression on her face. She looked seriously crazy and not the sort of person that Trish would normally exchange words with.

"I don't work here." Trish said, in an abrupt fashion. "I'm looking for somebody."

"Oh right. I'm sorry. Well my name is Mickie, so maybe I could help you find this somebody." the girl replied. She pulled some weird facial expressions as she spoke her words, which served to creep Trish out far more than the sullied looks she had gotten from some of the men upon entering.

"I'm OK thank you very much. Now if you'll..." Trish started, before Mickie grabbed her arm and her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"Oh my God! It's Trish Stratus! Oh my God! I'm like your biggest fan!" she said excitedly, bouncing around on the spot. She refused to let go of Trish's arm, which riled the blonde even more. She was not a happy bunny.

"Will you get your hands off of me!" she said angrily, pulling herself away from the jumpy brunette.

That didn't seem to deter Mickie, as she stood back slightly and held her hands up. "Sorry! Sorry! Didn't mean to!"

Trish sighed and continued to look around the room for any sign of either Matt, or hopefully Randy. There were too many people milling around to make that task simple whilst she remained static.

"So who are you looking for?" Mickie persisted, much to the chagrin of Trish.

"None of your business." she replied and tried to move away, but Mickie was not prepared to give up so easily.

"I bet it is Randy Orton. I mean, can you believe it? Randy Orton and Trish Stratus both in this club on the same night! How exciting!"

Trish became interested in a hurry, as Mickie mentioned that Randy was in there. 'She might have a use after all.' she pondered.

"Randy?" she said curiously, raising an eyebrow. "Have you seen him?"

"Ha! So you are looking for him!" Mickie replied fervently, jumping around on the spot once more. Trish rolled her eyes as Mickie failed to answer her question. She had never seen anyone so crazy or with as much energy in all her life.

"Have you seen him, or not?"

"Yeah! Follow me!"

'Finally.' Trish thought, as Mickie grabbed her hand and practically dragged her across the floor of the club. They attracted yet more unwelcome looks, as they snaked their way between the crowds of people. Trish tried to keep her head down, so as not to attract any more attention. She was used to being noticed in public, but didn't want to become renowned for being spotted in a strip club.

They headed to a sheltered corner of the club, and went through a black curtain into a concealed area. Trish looked up, but could not see anybody around and that disturbed her. Mickie turned around and looked like she was going to jump on her or something similarly ludicrous, but instead she pointed towards a dark blue door behind Trish.

"He's in there, I think!"

"OK." Trish said, almost cowering from the animated Mickie who was begging her to go inside and have a look. "Thank you for your help. I will see you later, maybe?"

"Really? Oh my God! Yes! I will see you later!" Mickie responded, before she skipped away with a spring in her step.

'Lunatic.' Trish mused, as she apprehensively motioned towards the door and looked to prize it open gently. Before she could however, she heard some heated voices coming from inside, which gave her second thoughts. She cupped her hand against the door and tried to make head or tail of what was being said, but the voices were indecipherable. She stepped aside and decided to wait to see if anybody would emerge. The club was dodgy enough for her to suspect the legitimacy of Mickie's claim that Randy was in that room at all.

As her heart pounded furiously against her chest, she hoped that she wouldn't have to wait too long to find out.