Authors Note : Ok guys, here it is. The final Chapter of 'Follow Me Home'. First of all, I want to thank everyone who has taken time to read my story from start to finish, I really appreciate it. This is actually the first story I've ever written in the wrestling world, and the first story I've ever completed, so I'm very proud of it. I hope you guys like it as much as I do.
My biggest thanks have to go to : Crazybutcute20, Little-Miss-Rachel, DollFace080, con's girl, Queen of Kaos, Amyy, Vera Roberts, cenasgrl, babyhardyzgal13, TrishOrton, RedWine.RazorBlades, hiei'shalfbrother, Princess Mel, Matty1
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So, here's the final chapter of the story. For old time's sakes, PLEASE read and review! Pretty please? As ever, I own nothing and no-one in this story...lyrics are from 'Don't Let Me Be The Last To Know' by Britney Spears.
And my final thank you again to Queen of Kaos and Vera Roberts for inspiring me, and giving me the confidence to write this story. I promise I'll be back soon!
Love and Light to you all
Reece
Trish rested her back against car Randy had rented for his time in this state. Wrapped comfortably inside one of his zip-up sporting jackets, she smiled into the cool evening breeze as she admired the sunset occurring behind the arena. The gentle hum of the road near by was the only sound that could be heard in the silence of the car park. A few other cars were stationary, dotted around the asphalt area, but Trish was very much alone out here. And she liked it.
To say it had been a roller coaster few weeks would be an understatement. What had been a relationship based on resentment and competition had developed into a deep, blissful connection between the two.
Trish smiled at the memory of Randy professing his love for her, for the memory of realising that she was in love with Randy. The two coming together had been a nothing short of a miraculous disaster, but it had all been worth it.
Wrapping her arms around herself in the oversized jacket, Trish cast a glance to back seat of the vehicle. Glinting in the darkness was Trish's Women's Championship, displaying her position as a record setting seven-time Women's Champion. Trish fucking Stratus. The greatest female in the history of the sport. It couldn't get any better than this.
The glinting of the gold next to her belt begged that it could prove her wrong.
Laying next to Trish's belt was the WWE Championship, the name 'Randy Orton' inscribed across the name plate. Trish realised that she couldn't feel more proud of anyone or anything than she did at this moment. Randy had come through to win his second WWE Championship.
Her man was the Champion.
Giggling again, Trish remembered that it certainly hadn't been an easy win.
Trish and Randy had made their way to the ring, more focused on each other than anything else around them, the electricity between them obvious. The crowd was deafening, a wall of sound engulfing the arena, but muted to them both. All Trish could hear was Randy's 'I love You' before he leaped into the ring, leaving her unable to hide the foolish grin on her lips.
Smiling up at Randy, she saw he was waiting in the centre for her to follow. Winding her hips as she moved, Trish put on a show of stepping through the middle and bottom rope, curving her hips as she locked gazes with Randy, who's tongue slipped out across his lips as he watched her move. Not able to contain himself, Randy had crossed the ring towards Trish, gathering the petit Canadian in his arms into a deep kiss.
The had crowd exploded into sustained cheers, not bothering to 'boo' the arrival of Edge and Lita, who looked more than aggravated at being ignored.
And the action had began in earnest, with both superstars trading hard-hitting blows back and forth. What many would call 'Match of the Year' standard, Randy and Edge had brought everything they had to this contest, taking the match to levels of athleticism none had witnessed before from either man.
Amongst the DDT's and backdrops, dropkicks and face locks, Edge was seemingly slowly gaining the advantage on the over-zealous Randy. After a particularly brutal face buster, Edge stood victorious over the beaten Randy, who was left rolling onto his back, trying to breath through the pain.
At the ring apron, Trish had whispered words of encouragement to Randy, who in turn had focused intently on every word his girl had to say. Grinning at Trish, Randy seemed to get a second wind as he took advantage of the parading Edge, taking him down harshly and without warning. This turn of events signalled the beginning of the end for Edge, as Randy confidently took control of the match. Edge was left playing catch-up, being unable to gain the upper hand against Randy.
Lita seemed to notice this, seeing that things weren't progressing well for Edge. Guessing it would only be a matter of time before her boyfriend was pinned, Lita had crept towards the time keeper, and proceeded to snatch away the WWE Championship belt from him.
Brandishing the belt as a weapon, Lita had dived into the ring.
Still wielding the title belt, it was clear Lita was planning on getting Edge disqualified so even though Randy would get the win, her boyfriend would retain his title.
With the referee eyeballing Lita, getting ready to signal for the end of the match, the redhead launched toward the oblivious Randy, who was holding Edge in front fact lock exposing the back of his head. Heaving the title belt back, the crowd waited in baited breath for the end of the match because of the diva's actions.
Lita lunged, only to be met with the title belt being smashed into her own face.
Trish had been watching Lita's actions intently. Although they had re-bonded earlier in the evening, there was no way Trish was going to let Amy steal a victory on her boyfriend's behalf.
Leaping beneath the bottom rope, Trish charged towards Lita. Launching herself into a stunning 'Chick Kick', Trish's foot smashed into the title belt, as a result smashing the belt into Lita's face.
The kick into the belt snapped Lita's head back, knocking her out cold. Grabbing Lita by the legs, Trish pulled her out of the ring to allow the match to continue, much to the relief of the fans and commentators alike.
However, Lita's work had been enough to break Randy's hold on Edge, allowing him to gain the upper hand by DDT'ing Randy back to the mat. Both men rolled uncomfortably onto their backs, as each tried to get back to their feet.
Using the ropes to steady himself, Randy noticed Edge charging towards him from the opposite corner. Twisting around Randy leaped into a tackle onto Edge, cutting him off mid stride. Catching Edge in Trish's 'Air Canada' move, Randy landed hard on top of Edge, pummelling him with stiff right hands to the temple, as the crowd cheered wildly, chanting Trish's name, to which she could only offer a deep, crimson blush. No-one had ever used on of her moves like that before.
Rolling off the beaten Canadian, Randy winked at the grinning Trish, as he dropped flat to his stomach, prepared to deliver his finisher.
The crowd collectively inhaled their breath, holding it in muted anticipation of the end. Once again, Edge was faced with the terrifying prospect of turning back to face Randy.
Turning around, Edge's world was turned upside down as he found himself the victim of an RKO.
Easily getting the pin, Randy was declared the new WWE Champion.
Not caring about being presented with the title belt, Randy's only concern was on Trish, who had climbed into the ring to join him in celebration. Randy gripped her petit body, pulling her into another round of frenzied kisses, stealing her breath away. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Trish grinned at Randy, who in one arm held his girlfriend close to him, and the other held the WWE title high above his head.
Basking in adulation of the crowd, but more importantly in the love of a beautiful woman, Randy sighed contentedly.
It was good to be the Legend Killer.
No sooner had they set foot into Randy's locker room, than had Orton shut the door and slung the title belt out of his way. Pouncing on Trish immediately, he tore at her clothes, she in turn at his, and had their way with each other right there and then on the floor.
After a hard, pounding, sweaty session of celebratory sex Trish's legs felt numb, her mind awash with exhaustion.
Planting soft kisses on Randy's neck, he had whispered to Trish to wait for him at his car, as he stroked her hair. His reason being that he would have to meet the producers and Talent Relations to discuss his future as champion.
Agreeing, Trish had suggested they needed to take a shower first, as both were sweaty after their respective matches. It seemed fitting that they shared a shower together, after all, their first real conversation had taken place all those months ago in the same area.
Their tender love making lasted until neither had the strength left to walk, much less finish in the shower. Trish had to force herself to part from Randy, albeit in his clothes as he had destroyed hers, and had wandered to the car park unable to take the smile away from her lips.
And now here she was, resting against the car, waiting for her boyfriend.
My boyfriend. Randy Orton is my boyfriend. Trish couldn't help but giggle at the thought. It suddenly seemed so real for some reason.
The sound of an opening door captured Trish's attention, as Randy finally emerged from the building. Dressed in loose jeans and a tight, white t-shirt Trish had never found him more desirable.
His blue eyes swept over the car park, before focusing on the blonde before him.
Swamped in his jacket, Randy grinned at the sight of her, as he slowly made his way over, muscles protesting at every step. Sighing at being so content with his life, Randy sunk into the warm embrace of Trish's arms, holding her close to his chest with his head resting on hers. Holding his lower back, Trish smiled as she heard the steady beat of his heart against her ear.
"Hey." Randy finally spoke, his voice lazy and deep.
"Hey yourself," Trish replied, nuzzling her face against his neck, "you smell good."
"I'm fucked baby." Randy admitted. The match, not to mention tonight's other physical moments with Trish had really taken their toll on his body.
"Really? That's a shame. I had big plans for a celebratory evening tonight." Trish giggled deviously, her warm brown eyes hinting at many dirty thoughts running through her mind.
"Don't worry baby, I'm the Legend Killer. I pride myself on my stamina. Just give me the car ride back to the hotel and I'll make sure you're limping for the rest of the week." Randy growled into Trish's ear, grinding his hips against Trish's. She giggled hard, burying her face into Randy's chest.
"I'm so glad we talked things out Randy. I'm so in love with you...its kinda scary." Trish admitted, holding Randy closer to her.
"We never actually talked it out. It was more me talking at you. But I do have a question. What made you decide?" Randy looked down into Trish's eyes with a questioning gaze.
"Jeff." Trish admitted.
"Jeff?" Randy sounded incredulous.
"Yeah. I figured he's ruled my life for so long now, it wasn't fair to let him do it anymore. Whether we were together or not, he dictated my life to me. I just had to let the past go, and trust myself to make the right choice. And I'm glad I did." Trish smiled, resting her head against Randy's chest again. Randy smiled, kissing the top of Trish head, inhaling the scent of her cherry shampoo. This angel had chosen to be with him. Somehow he didn't feel good enough.
"Can I make a confession," Randy's voice suddenly came out of the blue, "well actually more than one?"
"Alright." Trish ventured, leaning back against the car, but holding Randy's hands in hers.
"You remember when we teamed up for the first time? Against Kenny and Mickie?" Randy questioned.
"Yeah. As I re-call, I was totally against the idea." Trish giggled.
"Well...I was never supposed to be your partner," Randy admitted, "John was. But I begged and begged Vince all afternoon to let me be with you in that match. He finally gave in because I annoyed him so much I think."
"You did," Trish giggled, "my god you were desperate to get in my pants."
"No," Randy stopped Trish," I told myself that's what it was, like it was some kind of challenge. But now I know...I just wanted to be close to you. To be in your life…I just didn't realise it at the time."
Trish smiled warmly "And the meal?"
"Ah, now that was me trying to get to know you, " Noting Trish's look, Randy threw his hands up in defence, "I'm serious. I've never taken a girl to that restaurant unless I'm interested. And I was so into you by that point. That's when it first got to me that maybe you weren't just a one-timer kind of deal, that maybe I wanted something more."
"You're so cute," Trish giggled, finding Randy's explanation melting her heart. Randy felt the colour flushing to his cheeks, but he didn't need to worry as Trish captured his lips in a slow, teasing kiss.
"So...what happens now? I'm not really experienced with this stuff..." Randy began. He was more concerned that he would disappoint Trish by not being a very good boyfriend. Randy felt more out of his depth than ever before.
"We'll just see how it goes baby." Trish smiled softly. Randy held Trish close to him again, landing soft kisses over her head, whispering promises and declarations of his feelings into her ear, as her arms roamed up and down his arms and across his back. His lips found their way to Trish's neck, eliciting soft moans from her mouth.
"...Thanksgiving...?" Randy finally managed, removing his lips from the glorious expanse of flesh.
"I'll be there." Trish assured.
"Follow me home?" Randy asked, nodding his head towards Trish's parked car. Logic meant Trish could follow Randy in her rented car back to Randy's house in St. Louis. Trish licked her lips for a moment and thought.
Trish simply shook her head, blonde locks dancing around her face, as she smiled into a kiss from Randy. Dutifully, he opened the passenger door allowing Trish to slip inside.
As Randy started the car, Trish wove her fingers between Randy's, resting his hand on the gear stick. Sharing a look of unspoken content, mirroring each other's smile, Trish relaxed her head back against the seat as the warm air began to blow from the shutters before her. The opening chords of 'Don't Let Me Be The Last To Know' by Britney Spears emerging from the car radio. Randy made a face, moving to change stations, but Trish stopped him. Somehow, the song felt perfect for the moment.
'My friends say you're so into me
And that you need me desperately
They say you say we're so complete
But I need to hear it straight from you
If you want me to believe it's true
I've been waiting for so long it hurts
I wanna hear you say the words, please
Don't let me be the last to know
Don't hold back, just let it go
I need to hear you say
You need me all the way
Oh, if you love me so
Don't let me be the last to know'
Trish knew that leaving the rental car in the car park wasn't the most intelligent thing to do, but being with Randy didn't make much sense either.
Didn't that define their entire relationship? Heart over head?
That was the beauty of it, Trish finally realised.
They had no idea of what the future would bring, of what could happen in their relationship…if they would even have a relationship in the future. But in the here and now, they were together.
Trish smiled to herself. She was in love. And for the first time, it became clear : -
Isn't that all that matters?
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P.S ...
Trish and Randy will return in 'Some Kind of Bliss'