Authors Note - And I'm back with the next chapter. I'm in a creative groove at the moment, so I hope you guys like this one. I'm really glad you liked the previous chapter cos I wasn't too sure. crazybutcute20 I'm glad you like what I write, and thank you for taking the time to post your thoughts, I really appreciate it. DollFace80 - I'm so pleased you like the story. And I love the Spirit Squad too, I think they are hillarious. Test, well, yeah I agree. He was better than Albert anyway...

There's a little more Trish & Randy in this...I'm starting to build up towards something. As always, Reand and review guys, let me know what you think. And as ever, none of its mine. Oh how I wish it was!

"No. Absolutely not. There is no way on earth I'm agreeing to do that. Vince, you have had some intensely moronic ideas in the past, but if you think I'm teaming up with that arrogant, pompous, toxic waste of a human being you have really lost it. I always suspected you were insane, but now its been confirmed. And if you're not, give me some of that stuff you're smoking because it must be some good shit. And by the way, I refuse. I'm not doing it."

Putting on her best pout possible, Trish folded her arms, adding a little stamp to the floor in front of the Chairman. Team up with Orton? He must be fucking kidding. He was the very last person on the earth that she would team with. Giving Trish one of his well known 'I love you but you're doing it' looks, Vince reached forward an arm, resting it on Trish's shoulder as reassurance. The pair were stood in the entrance to the canteen to tonight's event. All the roster gathered here before event, so Mr. McMahon and the producers could run down the way the show would work. Trish had been late to today's' event. Not sleeping well the night before, she had woken up late, and spent the best part of the morning trying to disguise the puffy, tear streaked eyes she was sporting. A week later, and Trish still couldn't control the tears that only came at night when she was alone. Having caught her on the way in (well - she had almost knocked him down as she run into the arena) Vince had pulled Trish aside to let her know tonight's' plan. Randy Orton and Trish Stratus vs. Kenny and Mickie James. To say Trish hadn't taken the news well, would have been an understatement. She was livid.

"Vince. Please. I'll take past in the match, I'll wear a clown suit and have crap poured over me and whatever else you decide, just don't make me do with that giant ass shape of man. I'm begging you!" Trish gripped Vince by both shoulders, her eyes wide with renewed emotion.

"Trish, look. You're going to need to put your obvious dislike of the man to one side for the good of the company. Last week's Raw was one of the highest rated this year. And do you know why? It was because of the segment with you and the Spirit Squad. We had ratings we haven't had since Stone Cold was putting a gun to my head! If you do it for nothing else, do it for the people. Give the fans what they want. And if you're too cynical for that reasoning, do it because its making the company money. But whatever you do, please don't think you've got a choice in the matter, because you don't. I suggest you go and discuss strategy with your partner before tonight." Vince motioned his shoulder to the table in a far corner of the room. Sat there, both feet resting on the table surface, was the grinning Orton. Trish could feel her eye twitching at the sight of him, not to mention the vein she knew was bulging in her neck. As always, Orton was holing court with several female members of the company. Trish didn't recognise any, but had a vague inclination that the collection of tramps were this year's Diva Search contestants. Unless Orton had been paying 'Rent-a-Crowd' again, something Trish really wouldn't put past him.

Grunting her compliance, Trish stalked past Vince and into the canteen. She could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on her, as she made her way towards the back of the room, meandering through the collection of tables. Trish didn't dare meet the eyes of anyone else in the room, she didn't trust herself not leap over a table and tear their heads off for looking at her. The closer she got, the more the nausea built in the pit of her stomach. She could see Orton cupping one of the breasts of the women, as he signed an area of her bra. This was her tag team partner? This misogynistic slut? Folding her arms across her chest, Trish simply surveyed the scene before her. Thankfully aware of the company, the Diva Search girls stopped giggling long enough to turn around and see Trish. The glare burning into her beautiful features made it abundantly clear that they weren't wanted. Mumbling their excuses, the girls slunk away from the table, whispering and giggling all the way to the other side of the room. Randy looked past Trish, craning his neck to watch them leave.

In one swift move, Trish grabbed Orton's ankles, shoving them off the table so hard that he almost fell from his seat. Sitting up, his relaxed cocky expression resumed as Trish lowered herself into the seat opposite, never taking her eyes off Orton.

"Hey baby girl. How are you feeling? Better I hope. We've got a big match tonight." Licking his bottom lip, he continued to smile. Trish, though of a million ways, in which she grab that apple off the table and do things with it to make him scream. Fighting to remain calm, her voice came out in a strained blast.

"I don't like you Randy. And I don't trust you. If I don't trust you, I can't very well depend on you in ring now can I?"

"Trish, baby. You've got nothing to worry about. I'll have your back tonight. And if all goes well, I'll have you on your back by the end of the night too." Randy laughed softly, a devilish glint in his eyes.

"Oh my god," Trish spat, "Do you even hear yourself? Get it into that self-absorbed head of yours, there is no way, not now and not ever, that I would sleep with you. Could you please focus on that? I'm not teaming with you through choice, its because you got yourself involved last week that I have lower myself to this level. I would rather have taken the beating if I'd known this would have been the outcome."

"Who said anything about sleeping with you Trish?" His question took her off guard, so much so that she faltered. But then it was Randy Orton. "It's the staying awake part that I'm interested in." Grinding her teeth, Trish clenched her fists, banging them down onto the table before her.

"I told you how sexy you are when you're mad right? Its your little nose it -…" Randy had reached his arm towards Trish's face. With speed that surprised herself, Trish had shot out her hand and gripped Orton by the wrist. Using it as leverage, she hauled the bigger man forward, gripping his shirt collar roughly bringing their faces less than an inch apart. Trish dropped her voice into a menacing growl as she spoke.

"If you even think about touching me again, I promise you it will be last thing you will ever do. I will make sure that you take the remainder of your meals through a straw for the rest of your miserable life, you arrogant son of a bitch." Gently, Trish released her grip, letting Orton get back into his seat. Perhaps Trish's rough nature had inspired him, but as he was released, Randy reached forward, gripping Trish by the hair and pulling her close into the position they had been together moment ago.

"You know what Stratus? I had no idea you liked it rough. I can't wait to find out what else you like baby girl." Fighting free of his grip, Trish shoved Randy back as hard as she could. To the 6 foot 4 Orton, her strength didn't really mean much, but he dutifully let her go and sat back in his seat. "You don't like me, that's your loss baby. But you are teaming with me tonight, and I hope you're going to wear something tight and show off the tight little ass of yours."

"Do me a favour and switch teams so I can kick your ass once I'm through with the other two assholes." Trish spat in undiluted anger.

"You think you'll win this baby girl?"

"I will win it Orton, without your help Orton." Trish defiantly challenged back, " even if I have to take out every single member of the Spirit-Ass Squad to do it."

"Care to make a bet on that?" Orton's smile told Trish this was something she didn't want to do. But the glint in his oceanic blue eyes was too much for even Trish to resist

"What kind of bet?"

"Simple. If you get the victory in the match, you get something you want. If I get the victory, I get something I want." Randy's gaze lazily travelled down Trish's body, licking his lips as he did so, looking like a lion ready to devour a gazelle. And as good as Randy was at being naughty, Trish was something of a expert at it herself. Resting forward on the table, Trish angled her chest in such a way Randy could see into Trish's top, her breasts clearly on display for the ravenous Legend Killer.

"The question is Orton, what do you want?" Trish added a giggle at the end that caused a heat to spread from Randy's stomach to his crotch. Realising Trish was playing his game, Orton fought to get a grip. Trish was good, but Randy knew he was better.

"If I win baby girl…I get you for an entire night…anyway that I want. Your hot little body is mine to do what I want with," Orton leaned closer, resting his head just to the side of Trish's as his voice became a seductive whisper, whilst his lips brushed against her ear lobe, "and you'll get to see just why they call me a legend." Pulling back, Randy's smile was seductive, matched with a hungry look in his eyes. Trish knew this could lead to problems if she lost. But she knew she couldn't very well back out now. As always, her mouth had taken her to a place where she wasn't sure she wanted to go, but had to follow through on none the less.

"And if I win Randy, you'll get an entire night of lust…only it won't be with me. It'll be with that hottie…Mae Young. She knows some tricks Randy. And I'll want video evidence, just to be sure. Deal?" A momentary look of indecision crossed Randy's face. That was a pretty big penalty if he lost the match. Well, he'd just have to make sure he won. At any cost. Extending his hand across the table, Trish brought up her own to a handshake.

"Deal."

Slowly Trish stood to her full height. Stepping out of the seat, she nodded at Orton with a smile, before heading back out of the canteen. Randy leaned back in his seat, watching Trish leave, his eyes focused on the swaying of her hips and beautiful ass. An ass which was soon to be his for night. Licking his lips, Randy could already hear his name being groaned from between Trish's lips. Pleasing with Vince to get this match had been worth it after all.