Authors Note - I couldn't help but add this chapter. I really wanted to know who was going to win the bet. I hope guys are pleased with the outcome. crazybutcute20 - I thought it would be kind of awesome, Randy and Mae. They'd have beautiful children. DollFace80 - Mae is a love machine! I'm sure she could teach Randy a thing or two. But I'm glad you like how I write him. con's girl - thank you so much for reviewing, I really appreciate it. I hope you like the outcome.
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As always, these beautiful people aren't mine to use!
"The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is an intergender tag team match. Currently in the ring, representing the Spirit Squad…Kenny! His tag team partner, she is the Women's Champion…Mickie…James!"
Lillian Garcia's voice echoed out into the arena, aided by the state of the art PA system in place. Announcing the unconventional pair as a team, became met with a firm chorus of boos. This did nothing to damped the spirit of either competitor, with Kenny leaping from corner to corner of the ring, trying the lead the crowd in spirit filled cheers. Mickie was no different, parading around the ring with her Championship gold. Their little entrance was cut short however, with a well known giggle blasting out into the arena.
"Oh! It's time to Rock and Roll! This time I'm in Control…"
The crowd exploded into a wave of cheers as the platinum blonde Canadian beauty appeared at the top of the ramp way. Performing her expected stance, Trish raised her arm into a salute to the members of the audience cheering her on. Trish had admitted, on more than one occasion that she loved to play the bad girl. There was nothing better than evoking such emotions out of the wrestling fans, and it was something she enjoyed very much. But there was nothing quite like hearing the crowd cheer you on, getting behind you in a match, willing you to win. Basking in the warmth of the fans around her, Trish continued to salute the crowd as she made her way down the ramp. Her eyes focused intently on the ring before her, both Kenny and Mickie taunting her to get in the ring right now. Despite the urge to leap straight into action, Trish held her position as she got to the bottom of the ramp. Here we go.
"Hey! Nothing you can say! Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me!"
And there he was. Appearing beneath the Titan Tron, a shower of golden sparkles cascading behind him, Randy Orton stretched out his arms, silhouetted by the tumbling gold behind him. Receiving a curious mix of boos, cheers, and screams, Orton made his careful descent to the ring, walking at a deliberate pace. Trish couldn't help but notice the massive thigh muscles Orton sported. Realising her mind was wandering, Trish focused back on the match in hand, turning her attention back to the ring, waiting for Randy to join her. He did so, in a way she hadn't expected. She felt Orton before she saw him. More specifically, she felt his hand, as it rested comfortably on the curve of her butt. Stiffening in response, Stratus fought back the urge to smack the taste out of his mouth right here and now. Deciding to hit Orton in a decidedly more sensitive place, Trish dashed forward, diving beneath the bottom rope. Once inside the ring, she gave her opponents to time to react, throwing herself into her 'Air Canada' manoeuvre, crashing down on top of Mickie James, hammering away at her head with stiff right hands. Kenny, leaping to his partners defence, gripped Trish around the waist pulling her off Mickie who was stumbling back to her feet. Not to be out done, Trish swung her legs up, latching them around Mickie's neck, before taking Kenny's head into a face lock. Twisting with all the strength her small body possessed, Trish took down Kenny with a spinning take-over, whilst performing a modified hurrancanrana on Mickie. Trish resumed a standing position, saluting the crowd who cheered wildly in response. Turning back to Randy, Trish winked at her partner who had just reached the turnbuckle. The ringing of the bell signified the official beginning of the contest, much to Stratus' delight.
Immediately going to work on Mickie, Trish speared her into the corner, using her weakened state to land a succession of knife edge chops into the prone Women's Champion. Gasping for breath, Mickie fought her way out of the, trying to put some distance between herself and Trish. Not giving her time to regroup, Trish launched back on the offensive, planting Mickie with a face buster. Mounting her opponent, Trish began to level a series of punched down onto Mickie, with crowd cheering a count as Trish landed the blows. After hitting ten, Stratus grinned at the crowd, pulling Mickie back to her feet with her own hair. Not getting her way this time, Trish became momentarily disoriented as Mickie dug her thumb into Trish eyes, before scurrying to her corner, tagging in Kenny. The Spirit Squad member wasted no time, flying at Trish with an extended arm. Not quite as off-guard as Kenny had hoped, Trish bent backwards into a bridge, affectionately nicknamed the MaTrish move by Jerry Lawler, sending Kenny sailing over her. Managing to stop himself before he hit the ropes, Kenny whirled back to face Trish, walking straight into a Chick Kick. Trish's foot connected with Kenny's head with unbridled force. The young man's eyes seemed to cloud over as he dropped first to knees, then onto his face. Dropping to her own knees, Trish pushed Kenny over into a pinning predicament. Licking her lips, Trish locked eyes with Randy as the referee got into position to count the fall.
"1...2..."
Kenny threw his shoulder off the canvas, avoiding the pin. Begrudgingly, Trish headed to her own corner, tagging in Randy Orton, who had been pacing like a caged animal. Tearing into the ring, Orton floored Kenny with a neck breaker straight off the bat. Begging Kenny to get back to his feet, Orton smashed a European style uppercut into cheerleader's face, sending him sprawling back to the opposite side of the ring. Being the taller of the two men, Randy could easily get Kenny into his grip from a safe distance. And it was a place where Kenny really didn't want to be, as he found his face crushed into the mat with a DDT. Orton, being taken over by the moment, performed his trademark stance, stretching his arms apart, this time to more adulation from the crowd. Orton seemed to look a little fazed by the reaction, which, despite all her better judgement, Trish found just the tiniest bit cute. He had been a fan hating asshole for so long now, maybe he had forgotten what it was like to cheered by the crowd. A flicker of a smile touched Trish's lips at the thought, before it faded. Getting her head back into the game, Trish stood by as she watched Randy take Kenny apart bit by bit, focusing on his legs to begin with, before weakening his left arm. Stratus almost felt sorry for Kenny, he was severely out matched against Orton, and was definitely taking the worse of the beatings in this match. So much so, that Mickie took it upon herself to get involved.
Diving beneath the ropes, Mickie charged at Orton, before leaping onto his back, and latching a sleeper hold around his neck. Randy thrashed to get a decent grip on Mickie, but she was able to evade his reaching hands. Obviously more irritated that anything else, Orton raised both hands above his head, gripping Mickie around the head, pulling her chin onto his shoulder. And without warning, he jumped forward, bringing Mickie down into the RKO. The women's champion small form bounced limply into the air, before rolling to the side, obviously not quite with it. Silently, Trish thanked Mickie for the interference as Orton had gotten closer to their corner. Standing on the bottom rope, Trish outstretched her hand, slapping her palm onto Randy's lower back. Signalling for the tag, the referee did his best to get Orton out of the ring as Trish dived in. Bending down into a squat behind Kenny, Trish patiently waited for her opponent to get back to his feet. Painfully slowly, Kenny got to his knees, taking a few seconds to find the strength to get back to his feet entirely. No sooner was he there, than did Kenny feel himself a victim of a headlock as Trish charged at him from behind. Using her increased momentum to propel the both of them, Stratus continued forward. Using Kenny as a support and her own considerable leg strength, Trish brought both feet up, bouncing them off the top rope as a springboard. Twisting Kenny in a 180 degree circle, he came back to the mat face first, courtesy of Trish's Stratusfaction.
With her opponent knocked for six, Trish clambered into a pinning position, hooking Kenny's far leg. The referee dropped to make the count, and Trish could already see the video footage of Mae Young and Randy Orton.
"1...2..."
However, it wasn't going to happen tonight. From being in the pinning combination, Trish felt her ankle being gripped, before her entire body was torn off the prone Spirit Squad member. Looking down at her foot, Trish could see the grinning face of Randy Orton, who had reached beneath the ropes to pull her out of the pin. Of all the dirty tricks Trish could imagine, this had to be the worst. Back to her feet in an instant, Trish tore towards Orton, shouting obscenities at her partner who had broken up the count. Pulling her arm back, she swung it back forward into a hard slap across Randy's face. Touching his jaw, Orton simply smiled at Trish, mouthing the word 'Thanks'. Trish didn't process what Orton had meant until it was too late. As if in slow motion, Trish was powerless to only watch as Randy climbed into the ring, before dropping into the pinning combination Trish had held Kenny in moments before.
"1...2...3!"
"Here are your winners…Randy Orton and Trish Stratus!" Lillian belowed.
"No! Wait! How is that possible? I was the legal competitor! I tagged into the match! How the fuck could Orton get the pin? Why did you count it? Have you been taking stupid pills or something Robinson?" Trish screamed at the blonde referee
"Hey, don't take it out on me Trish. You tagged him in remember?" came Charles' meek reply
In abject horror, Trish realised that not only had Orton won, but it had been because of her. It didn't matter how or where you tagged your partner, as long as you made physical contact with your hand. By slapping Randy across the face, Trish had inadvertently tagged him in, thus making him the legal man and able to win the match by pin fall. In a daze, Trish felt her arm being raised by the referee as the reality sunk in. She had lost the bet. And now? She was Randy Orton's for a night. As if reading her thoughts, Orton stepped in front of Trish, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her close to his own body. Trish could feel the heat from Randy's body searing into her own flesh, but that was nothing compared to the fire glowing in the depths of his eyes.
"I win baby girl. You're mine. Tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at 7.30. Wear something real pretty, because it has to look hot when its on my bedroom floor…" Without warning, Randy leant hi head forward, capturing Trish's mouth into a burning kiss, much to the shock and excitement of the fans in attendance. Breaking the kiss, Randy let go of Trish, simply re-iterating "Tomorrow night."
Trish watched on with a growing sense of terror in the well of her stomach as Randy exited the ring, making his way up the ramp. Reaching the top, he touched his finger tips to his lips, sending a kiss to Trish, still stood in the centre of the ring. Oblivious to the cheers going all around her, Trish uttered the only word that was bouncing around in her head at this moment.
"Fuck."