Authors Note - Oh. My.God. The Queen gave me a review. That is so amazing. Seriosuly, you have no idea how much that means, that you would review something that I've done. This lady, boys and girls, made me want to write a wrestling fic. Her story 'Emancipation of Trish Stratus' and its sequel 'Blaze of Glory' (read if you haven't yet!) are like my favourite stories. They're the reason why I love Trish/Randy, she writes it better than anyone esle. So, to the Queen, thank you so much, especially for your pointers, I really appreciate your help.

And Con's Girl - thanks again for giving your words of support! You rock. Amyy - thank you for taking the time to review. I'm so glad you like the story.

The next two chapters were originally going to be one, but I've split them. As ever, I own nothing and don't claim to.

Trish Stratus could be described in many different way. Beautiful, voracious, athletic, intelligent. There were commentators the world over with their opinions on the Canadian beauty, not to mention the every day WWE fan that screamed their support at her. Everyone described her talent in vivid details, how she had changed the face of Women's Wrestling to what it was nowadays, touch, hard-working women who were no less sexy than they had been during Sable's reign. And like everyone else, Trish had her bad points. She was moody, aggressive even sometimes, she was incredibly stubborn and had on more than one occasion passed out from excessive drinking. In many ways, despite her perfected appearance on television, Trish was about as ordinary a person as you could hope to find. And no matter how you could describe the woman, there was one thing you certainly couldn't call her.

On time.

A little before 7.30, Trish was frantically running around her hotel room, applying make-up, straightening her hair, picking the perfect shoes to go with her outfit and anything else she had neglected to do before she realised she was late. Sprawled across her bed, Candice yawned as she flipped through a copy of the National Inquirer, scoffing more than once at the stories as she shared them with Trish, who barely paid any notice as she tripped over an open suitcase, sending clothes exploding all across the room. Giggling, Candice motion to Trish to join her on the bed, who did say as she extracted a pair of French knickers from her shoulder. Sitting delicately on the edge of the bed, Trish handed Candice the hair straighteners, at let the other diva begin her work.

"Are you sure about tonight Trish? No-one would think any less of you if you backed out. Orton is a dog." There was more than a hint of annoyance in the dark haired Diva's words. Candice was another of the female roster who had fallen to prey to the Legend Killer's charms. She had in fact last longer than most, with Orton returning to her several times over the course of the month. Candice had fallen hard and she had falled fast for the hot headed Legend Killer. But, as predictable as ever, Randy finally gave up and moved onto to someone else. The idea that he might crush Trish like way he had her made Candice's stomach drop to her toes.

"I'm sure Candy. I mean, I supposed in some twisted way I should be pleased he went to so much effort to secure a date with me. But you get no argument on the dog part." Trish giggled, running her finger over the fleece of the bath robe tucked around her body. Candice continued to work away at the lengths of platinum blonde as she spoke.

"Honey, look I'm saying this as your friend okay? Randy doesn't care about the date. He's just a testorone driven Neanderthal, working on the basic basic instincts its laugable. I'm pretty sure if you looked up the word 'Caveman' in the dictionary, you'd see his promotional head shot." Candice's laugh was infectious. It was low and dirty, almost in a cackle like sense. Trish had always found it to be her undoing, and she felt the giggles escape her throat in earnest.

"Seriously Trish? Don't ever forget, all Randy wants is to get a bit of this." Addind visual stimulation, Candice added a slap to Trish's backside, causing her to smile.

"I know. I'm not kidding myself into thinking this is a normal date. If it were, he'd bring flowers and taken to dinner, and it would just be a 'getting to know you' sort of thing. I bet I open that door at he drags me off to his bedroom to do god knows what." Pursing her lips, Trish sighed.

"Will you?" Candice's concern was evident as she placed the straightened on the heat mat next to her, before squeezing her friends shoulder.

"Sleep with him? Abosolutely not. Bet or no bet, there's just no way." Trish, defiant as ever, was clear that Randy would not get anywhere with her no matter how hard he tried.

"Trish, I've been there okay? I know what its like to think you hate Orton, and to assume he's the cockiest asshole to ever walk the face of the planet. But he knows what he's doing. He can have you eating out of the palm of his hand with his deep voice and twinkling eyes. Randy's good at what he does. He got me anyway." Dipping her head, Candice fidled with the hem of her skirt. Twisting around. Trish pulled her friend into a hug.

"Sweetie, you really like him don't you?" Trish cooed softly to her friend, who accepted the hug whole heartedly.

"Not know. I still have feelings for him, I won't pretend that I don't. And it hurts so bad whenever I see him with some other girl. There are times when… like, I can't help thinking…you know…what has she got that I haven't? Why am I not good enough?...What's wrong with me?" Trish immediately let go of Candice, placing a hand on her cheek, Trish made her friend look into her eyes. Straight away, Trish could see the tears glistening in the pools of her friends' eyes, Trish softened her voice.

"Honey no. You listen to me okay? Don't ever think you're not good enough. Don't ever think that okay? Its because you're too good for him, and he knows it. He doesn't deserve a woman like you, and never will. Please don't let that bastard hurt you like this." Candice smiled sadly, and pulled her friend back into a hug. Trish softly smoothed Candice's hair, hearing the soft sniffles into her shoulder. Right now, all she wanted to do was comfort her friend, to stay in and watch chick flicks with copious amounts of Ben and Jerry's, whilst swearing off men and discussing the pros of lesbianism . The knock at the door changed all that.

Candice leaped off the bed, brushing her hair back out of her face, before checking her mascara hadn't run too badly. Ushering Trish into the bathroom to ger dressed, Candice went to the hotle room. Her slender hand gripped the door knob, as she exhaled loudly, trying to steel herself to what she knew was coming next. Twisting the gold knob, Candice carefully opened the door to the hottest sight she had ever seen.

Randy was dressed in expensive dress pants, matched with a pale off-white dress shirt, and a jacket covering his broad shoulders. Names of designers flitted through Candice's head as she noted with some desire that Orton had three of the top buttons of his shirt undone, exposing the deep tan of his hard, defined chest. Forcing memories of times when she had dragged her tongue over that area away, Candice looked up into the crystal blue eyes, wishing she hadn't. Absent mindedly, Candice chewed on her bottom lips as she rested against the open door.

Orton's eyes twinkled with surprise at Candice opening at the door, but that was all he gave away. Putting on his most disarming smile, he nodded slightly to Candice.

"Hey beautiful. Is Trish here?"

"Yes. She's getting ready." Candice kept her voice as calm as she possibly could.

"Maybe I should tell her not to go to too much trouble. The dress won't be staying on too long…" Orton grinned, with a knowing wink to Candice. Feeling her knees getting weak at his smile, not to mention the suffocating desire she felt from inhaling his scent, Candice stepped back from the door, leaving it open for him to follow. Candice dropped back onto the bed, resuming the reading of her magazine. Entering the room, Randy glanced around as if scoping the place out. Resting on the dresser, Randy simply looked at Candice, who avoided his gaze.

After sitting in an uncomfortable silence, Candice threw the magazine onto the bed, as she jumped up.

"Look, I have to go. I've got an event to go to tomorrow. Tell Trish I said have a good time." Candice walked to the door, knowing Randy's eyes were on her the whole time. Just before she exited, Candice turned back to face the Legend Killer, levelling him with the coldest she could manage, which wasn't much good when it was Randy she trying to be angry with.

"And Randy. Don't fuck with Trish. You know she's out of your league. Just try and be a gentleman for once in your life, alright?" Not waiting for his innuendo laden reply, Candice left the room, softly shutting the door behind her with a faint click.

Randy seemed to consider what Candice had said. Chocking it up to jealousy, Randy shook his head. A couple of the guys had told him when he had first begun to see Candice, that she had fallen for him. And it was obvious. Sometimes he would look up when he was in a club, or a signing event, or even across the gym, just to see the raven haired Diva smiling at him, that stupid dreamy look in her eyes. Candice was hot, and she was surprisingly dirty in bed, but Randy didn't do feelings. Knowing that Candice was getting too emotionaly involved, Orton had finished things, by moving onto Michelle. It was against his rules to let feelings develop. That's not what the Legend Killer wanted. Randy knew that he had devastated Candice, but it was easier that way. She would end up hating him instead of loving him, and Randy could go on an enjoy life, and women.

Smiling to himself, Randy had certainly enjoyed women since he had joined the WWE. He had naturally had his pick of the divas, who were all scrambling to bed him, and make him their own. Orton had found early on that he could pretty much have anyone that he wanted. It only took the right approach. Sure, they may hate him for it, but Randy knew how to love women, and he 'loved' them all night long. Few, he found however, were worth a second try. Mostly, he would simply wake up in the early hours of the morning, and leave the hotel room to return to his own. That was rule number 2, never wake up in the same bed the next morning as the 'piece' you had the night before.

This had earned him a reputation amongst the women, not to mention the Company officials, but he didn't care. Randy continued to move through the Women's roster piece by piece. He couldn honestly say there were very few divas he had failed to get into bed. The one who provoked the biggest challenge was that Canadian fireball, Trish Stratus.

Randy knew how independent and work-driven she was. The best part was, she was unattainable. Everyone said it. Sure, she'd dated a few guys in the past, but nothing had ever come of it. After the infamous break-up with Jeff Hardy a few years ago, it became clear that Trish seemingly had just grown tired with men, and she hadn't dated anyone from the roster since. Many up-and-coming superstars, not to mention the veterans had done their best to try and entice her, but she had never bitten. The closest anyone ever got was John Cena. And he had assured Randy that they were just friends.

Distracted from his thoughts, Randy heard the bathroom door opening it. The woman that stepped out pretty nearly took his breath away. That was a first for Randy.

Her beautiful five-foot-four frame was clad in a soft pink cocktail dress . It had an asymmetrical hemline with gathered lace. Several small pearls were dotted around the bodice half of the dress, with lace ruffle streamers floating around down to her shapely calf muscles. Even her shoes looked beautiful, with each foot strapped delicately into silver stiletto heels. Best of all was her hair. Trish's beautiful face was softened by the waves of shimmering blonde hair, falling in straight rivers around her face and down her back. She looked heavenly, and unintentionally sexy as she chewed on her frosted pink bottom lip.

After what seemed like an eternity of Randy staring at her, Trish decided she'd better say something before his eyes fell out his head.

"Where's Candice?"

"Gone baby. She said she had an event tomorrow." Came his slow reply. Damn, Trish looks fine! Trish thought about what Candice had said, and knew her friend was lying. Candice had nothing on tomorrow, she was going shopping with Melina and Lisa as far as she knew.

Feeling a renewed sense of volatile anger towards Randy, Trish gripped her purse off the near by dresser, knowing he was the reason she had left.

"Lets get this over with, shall we?" Trish made no allusions to the fact she wasn't here through choice. Randy grinned at her, producing a single red rose he had been holding.

"For the beautiful lady." Her brow furrowed, Trish accepted the flower hesitantly. She had been prepared for his cocky attitude, she had been prepared to be groped or even pulled into a kiss. But this? Trish hadn't prepared for this. Almost floored with shock as Randy extended his hand, Trish accepted in a daze. As Randy lead her out of the room, Trish couldn't help but wonder -

What have I gotten myself into?