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Trish's feet swung backwards and forwards, a good way up from the grey concrete floor below, more out of nerves than anything else. Bodies of technical workers and the occasional superstar rushed past her, as it was nearing the start of tonight's show, but Trish didn't seem to notice too much. Her head was dipped downwards into a submissive pose, eyes focused firmly on the huge case used to cart around scaffolding and other such structure aids when the WWE moved that she was sat on. The glossy red finish seemed more interesting at this point than looking up into the burning greyish blue eyes that were staring intently from across the way.
You asked for help Trish, you could at least make eye contact the blonde Canadian reminded herself. Taking a deep breath as a form of courage, Trish hazarded a glance into the eyes so insistently focused on her. Trish took in the figure of the person opposite her. Shiny, brunette hair hung in lose waves, cascading around her classically beautiful face, reaching down to her elbows, which were currently crossed with her arms across her ample chest. Dressed in rich, black business suit, she looked every inch the professional. A professional who was about to scold a wayward employee.
"Well?" Stephanie McMahon-Levesque's arched eyebrow was more than enough incentive for Trish to explain herself.
"I don't know what to say." Trish admitted, feeling sick at the look Stephanie was giving her.
"Why don't you start with an explanation. We've been friends for a long damn time Trisha, but its not like we've been a lot of contact recently, with your career on the up and me focusing on my family and behind the scenes work…it just seems odd that you would call me out of the blue." Stephanie smiled, trying to soften the exterior she knew was corporate and harsh.
"I'm sorry. I know I should have made more of an effort, but -…"Trish began.
"It's not an apology I'm after. You called me because you needed my help. What's wrong Trish." Stephanie knew Trish well enough to know when she was hiding something. She wasn't known for being able to hide her emotions well, and Trish looked ready to explode from the emotions inside.
"I think I've gone and made the stupidest mistake in my life." Trish finally admitted, locking eye with Stephanie.
"Which was?"
"I…I slept…I had sex…I mean…it was…" Trish seemed to be fighting with the right words to explain herself.
"You slept with…?" Stephanie prodded.
"…Randy." Trish managed, clutching her hands together on her lap. Stephanie looked crestfallen, almost as if Trish slapped her across the face.
"Oh Trish." was all she could say.
"I know. It was stupid, and there was no real feeling behind it…I just…" Trish began to babble, as Stephanie crossed toward her friend, hopping up onto the case to sit next to her.
"Why him Trisha?" Stephanie reached out a hand to rub across Trish's back.
"I honestly don't know. I've spent so long hating him. But he's just been in my orbit for the past two months. When I'm out with my friends, when I'm wrestling…he's just there, sweet talking me and…" Trish trailed off into her thoughts.
"He wore you down?" Stephanie surmised.
"No. It's not even that. I…I wanted him. Everything just stopped making sense, my whole world. The only constant thing was Randy, even if it was him being obnoxious. Jeff came back into my life, sending me into a spin, and Randy…he just…he was just there. Something tangible to hold onto. I wanted that so badly." Trish ran her hand back through her blonde hair as Stephanie looked thoughtful.
"I can understand that, though he was a poor choice Trish. You know what he's like. He just gets the best of everyone, with his blue eyes and gorgeous smile. You were just someone he knew he couldn't get. Trust me on this one. I've been there."
Trish glanced at Stephanie, her eyes asking the question she knew she shouldn't. Stephanie simply raised her eyebrows suggestively.
"The question is, where do you from here? You can mope around and feel bad, or you can just see it for what it was. A simple, cold hearted fuck." Stephanie smiled at Trish, a slight laugh echoing out.
"But I don't get something. He fought so hard to get me, and I knew what he was doing. But I just felt…I don't know…like there was more behind it for him. That I wasn't just someone else to bed." Trish realised she was thinking aloud, but didn't care.
"He's not one of those guys. Don't fall into the belief that he has feelings for you Trish, it will only make things a lot harder, and impossible to get over. You just need to put him to the back of your mind and move on, okay?" Stephanie's gaze deeply into Trish's eyes, searching for an understanding.
"You're right. Y'know, he couldn't even look at me this morning when he was getting up to leave, he obviously feels nothin." Trish smiled, realising how stupid the idea was that Randy had any real feelings for her.
"Wait…back up Trish. He was still there this morning, when you woke up?" Stephanie looked puzzled.
"Yeah. We were still in each other's arms when we woke up this morning…what?" Stephanie's confused expression gave Trish a sense of dread.
"It's just, well, that's odd. Randy never sticks around for the morning after. You can ask any girl he's been with, he's always gone in the morning when you wake up. His way of making you feel cheap I suppose…but I guess not with you?" Stephanie considered what she was saying. Could Randy really feel something for Trish?
"I doubt that very much. He couldn't get away from me quick enough this morning," Trish added sadly. "And I don't know why it bothers me so much. Its not like I've been crushing out on him, or that I have any real feelings for the idea of us being together. The most I could say is that I find him attractive, and mildly funny."
"But…" Stephanie added, knowing there was to come.
"Why do I feel so bad now?" Trish began to wonder the actual depths of her feelings for Randy. Slowly, Trish hoped down off the case. Saying her thanks and good-byes to Stephanie, she began to jog along the corridor to get into position. RAW had started, and her match was first up. Stephanie watched as Trish left, hoping Trish would realise sooner or later how hard she was falling for the Legend Killer.
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"…was that the? Did Trish just do the…Don't tell me…oh don't tell me..!"
"She's gone for the cover JR! She's got it …2.…3...!"
"Here is your winner, and the New Women's Champion…Trish…Stratus!"
Say my name Garcia! Getting back to standing, her legs spread apart over the dazed Mickie James, Trish proudly held the Women's Championship belt high above her head, marking the beginning of her historic seventh reign as the Champion. The crowd exploded into a unison of cheers and screams of congratulations to the blonde Canadian, who ascended to the nearest ring post, holding her title belt above her head. For the seventh time, Trish had won and WWE Women's Title.
Having being informed moments before stepping from behind the corner that tonight she was competing for the Women's Championship, Trish had thrown herself into getting the win.
She had pulled out all the stops, flooring Mickie James with three separate 'Chick Kick's each one with more raw force than before. But Mickie had seemed just as hell bent on keeping her title as Trish was on winning it, fighting back each and every time. And so the pair had engaged into battle.
Mickie seemed to have the advantage on Trish, smashing her face into the mat with a hard DDT, and working with a calculated coldness to re-injure Trish's shoulder. Guessing James's intentions, Trish had fought back, knocking Mickie down with a running drop kick, and latching on an STF submission manoeuvre.
And it still it hadn't been enough.
Twenty minutes into what was probably the hardest fought contest of her life, and Trish didn't know what to do next. She had managed to knock Mickie off guard to the floor outside, but it was only a temporary measure. What could she do next? Mickie had fought out of the 'Chick Kick' and the 'Stratusfaction', and showed no signs of slowing down, only growing more dangerous with each move she went for next. What Trish knew she needed, was one swift move to take her down, one which she knew would do it for good.
Concentrating, Trish considered every match Mickie had been in, and what it had taken to beat her, when the answer came to her.
A delicious smile placed itself firmly on Trish's soft pink lips as she anxiously awaited Mickie's return to the ring. Waiting until her opponent had pulled herself in beneath the bottom rope, Trish launched forward from the opposite rope, barrelling towards the groggy Mickie. In one swift move, Stratus launched herself into the air, twisting her body a complete 180 degrees. Catching Mickie's head on her own shoulder, Trish brought her opponent down with an RKO that would make it's inovator jealous. The rest, had been the victory.
Grinning as she waved at the crowd, Trish had been too involved in the moment to hear the screams of warning from her adoring fans. Too late she noticed the other bodies in the ring, as she felt herself dragged back into the ring by her hair. The following events blurred in Trish's mind, the only outstanding moment being a harsh feeling of having her rib cage being crushed by an oncoming freight train. Watching the replay back hours later, Trish saw with annoyance Edge and Lita diving into the ring, with her fellow blonde Canadian dragging her off the ring post to the mat below.
With Lita pulling the unsteady Trish to her feet, she was an easy target for Edge, who levelled the new Women's Champion with a spear. Trish was then subjected to the indignity of having Lita parade around the ring, wielding her title belt . Not that the red-head's moment of victory lasted.
Out of nowhere, Randy Orton appeared, charging to the ring. Several shots to Edge's head and he knocked the Champion clean off his feet with a standing drop kick. The glare he sent to Lita was enough to send her slinking out of the ring, to join her retreating boyfriend who waved obscenities at Randy. Crouching over the groaning Trish, Randy carefully helped her back to her feet, and aiding her exit out of the ring, grabbing her title belt on route. Mirroring the events of a previous RAW, Orton gently scooped Trish up into his arms, fully intent on carrying Trish backstage.
No Chance, that's what ya got…
The strutting power walk of the Chairman of the Board to his entrance theme was enough to stop Randy in his place. Glaring up at the owner of the company in his charcoal business suit, flanked by the jeering Edge and Lita, Randy could only wait to hear the abuse which was to come.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Mr. McMahon bellowed. "Who told you to get involved in tonight's event? You do not put your hands on the Champion, or knock him out of the ring. How dare you!"
Randy allowed the grin to spread to his face, much to the chagrin of the Chairman.
"Oh, you think that's funny, do you? Well, enjoy it while you can, because you're going to regret it. You and your little slut. Tonight's main event. An Intergender Tag Team contest. Edge and Lita, taking on Randy and Trish. But there's more," licking his lips, Vince eyed Randy with the beady grey stare of man on a power trip, "If Lita or Edge gets the win, Lita becomes are new Women's Champion. However, I am nothing if not fair. If you somehow manage to win Randy, you get a match…for the WWE Championship…at Survivor Series! Of course I know you realise…you've got no chance in hell!"
Basking in the cheers and boos from the crowd, Vince ploughed his way back through the incredulous Edge and Lita, obviously not privy to or agreeing with Vince's added twist.
Trish, coming back to all her aching senses, wrapped her hand around the back of Randy's neck, pulled his head closer to her. Craning her neck, she whispered in his ear -
"We are so fucked."