Authors Note - Update boys and girls...or is it just girls? Trish makes her decision...oh its exciting stuff hehehe. I really hope you guys like this chapter. I really made it tough for Trish. Although I was really pleased to write this chapter...it does mean there's only one more to go. That's right. The next update will be the end of the story...so PLEASE read and review. Thank you, and I own nothing and no-one...lyrics are from 'Caught in a Moment' by the Sugababes.
'Your stare swallows me
And I can hardly breathe
I feel it's dangerous,
Could be deadly
Somehow I'm willing to do the things you want,
Take me in your arms
Spoon-feed my heart and'
She's not coming.
Randy bounced aimlessly from foot to foot, warming himself up as his head turning back to face the curtains before him. He hadn't spoken to Trish since his confession on Friday. In one single moment, Randy had unlocked and poured his heart out to the woman he was crazy for.
And she could only stand there in silence.
Whilst everything was said with the deepest of hopes and complete honesty, Randy couldn't shake back the feeling that Trish just wasn't going to be here, that what he had confided to her wasn't enough.
Feeling stupid that he couldn't express himself to the woman he was in love with, Randy had never felt like such a failure in his life. All these negative feelings couldn't be boding well for his title match, but as much as he tried, Randy couldn't get Trish out of his thoughts
All Randy's worst fears were now confirmed. He had put it all on the line, and he had still failed.
Knowing he was seconds away from the beginnings of his entrance theme, Randy cast one final glance back down the corridor, hoping that maybe he would see some sign of Trish...but there was none.
She's not coming
Hey!...Nothing You Can Say...
'Drip by drip
I'll take it all
Sip by sip
I guess that it's
Make or break
Boy here and now'
In the women's locker room, Trish rested with her head in her hands, the Women's Championship resting over her legs. She nearly lost the belt more than once in her match against Lita.
Why? Because Randy was all she could think about, the image of his crystal blue eyes burning into her memory, held with such sadness was all she could see before her own eyes.
Not paying attention to Lita's actions, Trish was caught unawares by a pin attempt. Fighting out, another stunning RKO had been enough to take Lita down convincingly to win the match, but Trish knew it had been too close to be called a convincing win. Lita had been the better woman tonight.
Now back in her locker room, Trish didn't know what to do. It was mere minutes away from the main event, and Trish knew Randy would be waiting for her. But she couldn't make herself go to him.
Randy was in her head, Trish couldn't deny it. He dominated her thoughts, even her dreams now. He had seemingly defined her existence for the past few weeks.
But Trish didn't know whether Randy was in her heart.
Past experiences had made Trish more than a little shy of commitment, but there was no way she could risk everything to be with someone she wasn't sure if she loved or not. And every time she tried to figure out if she loved Randy, Trish could only picture Jeff.
Part of Trish believed her heart could only ever belong to Jeff. Trish had loved him so deeply it had crushed her entire world when they he had left all those years ago. But after they had broken up, Trish had closed herself down emotionally to the world.
She couldn't bare the thought of being close to someone again. Trish didn't know if her fragile heart could take it. It had taken Randy's blatant interference of telling Trish exactly what her problem was, but more importantly to make her realise it. He had highlighted things in Trish that she had fooled herself into believing weren't true, and they had now dominated her life.
Someone she thought she hated broke down all the barriers she had created to distance herself from everyone around her. For that she would be forever grateful. And now Randy wanted more.
But the idea of being with Randy frightened her. He was passionate, but just as arrogant. He was wilful and knew what he wanted...and that happened to be Trish. But those kind of relationships could only work to a point. Trish honestly didn't think he would know the first thing about sharing his life with someone, and would end up leaving her or breaking her heart.
'We're caught in a moment
And I won't let it go
I am falling deeper, losing my control
Involved in a feeling
Like the blink of a eye
And the silence it belongs to you and I'
It seemed an impossible situation. Did she take a second chance on Jeff, the person she used to love, but had broken her heart? Or, did she give in to her desire, and go to Randy. In truth, she didn't trust either, and yet different parts of her loved them both. Exhaling loudly, Trish was really now more confused than ever.
"Deep in thought?"
Trish raised her head to look in the doorway, being confronted with the red head smiling down at her. Her fists immediately tensed as she readied herself for a re-match, albeit out of the ring.
"Down girl. I'm not here to fight. I think you slapped me enough around out there tonight." Amy grinned at her blonde some time friend/other time adversary, Trish.
Relaxing back against the wall, Trish shoved her duffle bag off of the bench, giving Amy room to sit down next to her. Will a noticeable limp, Amy crossed the room to sit next to Trish. Tapping the belt, Amy turned to face the Canadian.
"Good fight. Sorry about jumping you a few weeks ago. Nothing personal." One of the things Trish had always loved about Amy was her blunt honesty. She wasn't huge into love and emotions and other girly moments of solidarity and friendship, she just told it like it was.
"Yeah, yeah Dumas. Do it again and I'll break your face." Trish giggled, Amy joining her in the laugh.
"So why the hell are you sat in here by yourself girl?" Amy slung her arm around Trish's shoulder.
"Where else would I be?" Trish responded, hooking her arm around Amy's waist.
"Uh...maybe at Randy's side? His match is up next..." Amy smiled.
"What are you getting at now woman?" Trish sighed.
"Oh come on! Everyone knows he asked you to be with him tonight," Trish narrowed her eyes suspiciously as Lita continued, "John blabbed to Candice, who's mouth is about as loose as her -..."
"Amy!" Trish groaned through her smile, guessing where Amy's description was going.
"Well, you get the picture. So..? Why are you sat up here by yourself, when there's an Adonis of a man about to go face my man for the title. I'm going to be there for Adam..." Amy smiled softly at Trish, who looked deeply saddened.
"I'm scared Amy. I don't know if it's the right thing for me to be with Randy. And some part of me wants Jeff, but my head tells me to keep away from both of them. But...it's like every part of my body and soul is screaming for Randy. If I want him that much...how can I be so unsure? Am I even making sense?" Trish felt the hot sting of tears forming in her eyes, as Amy rubbed her back soothingly.
"God I know how this goes," Amy smiled, "I've been through this myself with Adam. I wanted him so badly, but I just wasn't sure, and it would mean I would have to sacrifice everything I had with Matt to be with him. But I took the plunge. I decided that if I could have those feelings for Adam, that I had pretty much cheated on Matt anyway, and what was I going to gain by denying my heart? I might have gone about the break-up badly...but I wouldn't change a thing. I can't imagine my life with Adam now, he's the one I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with it. I feel it, I know. It's just right."
"But what if it's wrong? What if by me choosing to be with Randy, I lose Jeff for good? I don't think I could take the thought of screwing all this up. It was hard enough the first time, for him to walk out on me. But if I choose to be with Jeff, will I spend the rest of my life wondering what could have been with Randy? What if I miss out by not being with him? And if Randy and I do get together, how do I know he won't break my heart? He's not exactly known for monogamy is he? God this is a mess Amy..." Trish sniffed softly, all the disjointed words and thoughts tumbled over her lips before she could stop them. Brushing a tear away from her cheek, Trish released a defeated sigh.
"Trish, my advice? You need to decide the pro's and con's of being with Jeff and the same for being with Randy. Make a list." Amy stated.
"And then?" Trish ventured.
"Tear it up," Amy looked seriously into Trish's chocolate brown orbs, "and follow your heart. What you think could, would and might happen isn't relevant now. What you feel is. Stop thinking about living your life, and just life it Trisha."
Amy's words made so much sense, but weren't strong enough to lessen Trish's fear.
"What do you think I should do?" Trish whispered, desperate for some guidance.
"Don't let your break up with Jeff ruin any chance for love you have Trish. Follow your heart. The rest...? It'll work itself out." Amy smiled reassuringly, planting a gentle kiss on her friend's forehead. Getting up from the seat, she waved slightly at Trish, before exiting the room, leaving Trish very much alone with her thoughts.
Clutching her title belt to her tiny body, Trish was petrified.
What do I do know? Randy wants me at his side...Jeff wants me to meet him in his dressing room...what do I do...?
Hey!...Nothing you can say...
Hearing the words blast out from the speakers gave Trish the fright at her life, but at the same time, it strengthened her resolve to act. The decision she reached firmly in her mind, Trish got back to her feat. Enough was enough. No more crying, no more sadness, no more ambiguity.
'Broke through barriers
And passed a state of mind
I'm not scared no more
It feels divine
So take me in
And catch me when I fall
I'm waiting on the edge
Uncut my soul'
She was Trish fucking Stratus. And it was time to act.
Hoisting her Women's Championship belt over her shoulder, Trish headed out of her dressing room, a look of determination resting on her features.
Nothing's gonna take back what you've done to me...
Randy sighed. Deep in his chest, he could feel his heart breaking. He knew it was only a phrase, but in his body, Randy felt as though his heart was tearing in two, leaving a huge Trish shaped hole it its wake.
But the hole didn't stay empty. More than eager to take Trish's place and fill the gap was the cold, void ice that had kept him Randy from feeling before in his life. Slowly, it taking back hold of his heart, reigning with dominance in his mind.
I don't need her. Fuck Trish Stratus. I don't need anyone.
With one final sigh of resolution, Randy made his way towards the curtain, more than prepared to win.
The flash of blonde hair Randy noticed out of the corner of his eye set him to a defensive alert status. Suspecting a sneak attack from Edge to take him out and get the advantage before the match had begun, Randy was more than surprised at Edge's choice of attack. He was flinging himself against Randy's body.
Trish!
Without getting a complete look, Randy knew instinctively it was the woman he loved. The feel of her body, her scent, the touch of her soft skin…
Her arms wrapped their way around his neck, her legs finding their place around his waist. The best part was her full, soft pink lips, melting against Randy's, kissing him into oblivion.
The taste and sensation of Trish's kisses caused Randy to go weak at the knees, a new experience for him. Collapsing onto his back, Trish retained her grip of Randy, pressing her lips into searing kisses on Randy, as he gripped his arms around her petit body, matching her kisses with a passion Trish had never felt before.
Lost to the moment, all that mattered to Trish was the feeling of Randy against her.
'Secretly I let it slip
Emotional I fall through it
All I know I'm losing my control
Way too far
And there's no turning back
And now I'm shedding all my fears
I know, I know'
As always, oxygen became a very real issue, and Trish gently pulled her lips from Randy's, who lazily opened his cloudy eyes.
"I love you." Came his husky voice.
"I love you." Was Trish's equally raspy reply, releasing one of her well known giggles. The sound of her laugh set something alight in Randy, causing him to squeeze her body against his, devouring at her neck with his lips.
"Randy…as much as I hate to say this, we need to stop." Focusing his attention on the woman in his arms, Randy pouted.
"Why?"
"Because you've got a Title belt to win." Trish giggled.
"Fuck the god damn belt. I got all that I want around my waist right here." The self-satisfied smile that usually made Trish want to rip Randy's teeth out sent blazing chills through her body. Like a magnetic pull, she couldn't resist that same mouth, and Trish crushed her lips down onto Randy's again, sucking at his bottom lip before attacking the inside of his mouth with her tongue.
Randy smiled into the kiss, slowly sitting up.
"I love you Randy. I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it out." Trish smiled sheepishly, planting little kisses across Randy's cheeks and over the bridge of his nose.
"You're here now. It's all that matters now baby girl." Grinning like a fool, Randy couldn't help himself. He had the most beautiful woman in the world on his lap and in his arms. He felt amazing.
Carefully standing up, he stubbornly held Trish against his body, her feet hanging above the ground as a result.
"Ready?" he smiled at Trish, softly kissing her bottom lip.
"Baby…I'm Trish fucking Stratus. It's not even a question." She smiled, adding a giggle, causing Randy to grip her waist tighter, before safely lowering her to her feet. Taking her small hand in his, he interlocked his fingers with hers.
Eyes focused onto each other's, hand in hand, Randy Orton and Trish Stratus stepped through the curtain together to get things underway.
'We're caught in a moment
And I won't let it go
I am falling deeper, losing my control
Involved in a feeling
Like the blink of a eye
And the silence it belongs to you and I'