1Chapter Four: "New Beginning"

Dave took in a long breath of the fresh morning air, the smell of the dew and his steaming coffee filling his nostrils. He sat, stretched out in a lounge chair, on his deck. Angie had left for work already and the only thing he could find to do was to sit and think, while staring around the quiet neighborhood. He usually didn't spend his free time like this. But he had a lot on his mind..well, to be specific, Trish Stratus was the only thing he was thinking about. Her little visit hadn't turned out to be what he'd expected and all he could think was that he'd somehow hurt her feelings. Dave reached for the phone that sat beside him, his fingers dialing her number swiftly. He had no clue if she'd answer.

"Dave, hey," she said, speaking into the phone.

"Hey..how're you?"

"Great, just packing for our next four days on the road." Dave should have hit himself in the head at that moment. How could he forget that they were expected at a house show in New York tomorrow?

"Shit..I haven't even packed yet!" Trish laughed softly at him, a smile forming on her pretty face.

"Well, get to it, Big Man..hey listen, was something bothering you when I was over?" Dave finished off his coffee as he stepped inside, heading for his bedroom.

"Not to my knowledge..expect the fact that I was waiting for Angie to blow up. She can have low self esteem sometimes."

"Well, I thought we got along fine." Trish got quiet for a moment. "Look, I'll see you bright and early..I need to go finish packing." Dave hung up with her after that, an unexpected smile tugging at his lips. It was good to know that the blonde had no hard feelings toward him. But the thought of seeing her tomorrow made his stomach churn..

Trish's brown eyes scanned the airport quickly, trying to find any sign of Dave Batista. Fuck..he was running late. The Canadian growled under her breath as she leaned back in her seat, a scowl darkening her features as she glanced over at the woman beside her, Torrie Wilson.

"Are you going to talk at all, hun?" Trish asked, raising a thin at the Idaho native. Torrie looked up from her magazine.

"Uh, about what? We see each other all the time." Trish blew a stray blonde hair away from her face as she snorted, turning her back to the always quiet Torrie. What the hell was her problem as of late? And where in the fuck was Dave? Trish rolled her eyes at the ceiling, crossing her arms across her firm breasts. "There's Dave." Torrie's voice brought the diva out of her tantrum, a smile replacing the sneer on her face.

"Dave! Over here." He quickly made his way over towards the ladies, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I hate airports and everyone who works here," Dave sighed, looking down at the tiny frame of Trish, who stood before him.

"Well, you're here now so let's get to show before Vince sends out a fuckin' search party!" Trish gathered up her stuff and escorted her friends to the limo waiting for them. The ride to the arena was spent in comfortable silence. Dave kept glancing over at Trish, his dark eyes studying her as she repeatedly checked her watch. "Finally we're here!" After unloading all their bags, the three piled into the building. Torrie excused herself in a hurry, quickly departing in the opposite direction.

"What're you going to be doing tonight?" Dave asked casually, shifting the heavy luggage to his other shoulder.

"Fighting Christy," Trish replied with a roll of her eyes. "Joy."

"Oh, c'mon! I have to fight Hunter..again." Trish giggled, shrugging her shoulders softly.

"Whatever. I just want this show to be over." Dave grinned as they entered Trish's dressing room, both carelessly tossing their bags to the floor. "I was thinking we'd could go out–" the diva stopped at the ringing of his cell phone. She watched as his eyes scanned over the caller ID, the features on his handsome face darkening. Trish looked over at him knowingly, a soft sigh escaping her glossed lips.

"It's Angie," he whispered, flicking the top open to answer her call. Trish rolled her eyes as she fell onto the empty couch..why the hell did his wife always call? She had nothing against Angie but she seemed to call all the time. Dave hung up seconds later, smiling over at the blonde who was staring at him.

"So you were saying you wanted to go out tonight?" Trish nodded her head, scooting over so Dave could join her on the couch.

"Yes but what did Angie want?"

"Oh! Nothing. She called about our daughters..that's all." But the blonde raised her eyebrows in disapproval, feeling as if someone had slipped ice down her spine. Daughters?

MEANWHILE

Torrie hurried around her dressing room, the fast beating of her heart pounding in her ears. He'd be here any second..and she was dreading it. She'd been free of him for two days and now he was back. Torrie closed her eyes at the sound of footsteps outside her door, trying her best to conceal the fact that her hands were trembling. She leaned against the wall and braced herself, digging her nails into the sweaty palms of her hand.

"Hey baby.." Randy whispered as he entered the room, his cold blue eyes locking on her slim figure. Torrie's lips curled into a shaky smile.

"Hi.." she breathed, tensing up as he neared closer to her.

"I missed you," Randy said into her ear, the feeling of his hot breath sending shivers throughout her body. His fingertips took her hips captive as he pressed his lips into hers, the force in his kiss causing her knees to buckle. The last thing she wanted was to feel him against her. Torrie whimpered into his lips, her trembling arms wrapping around his neck.

"I know," she whispered. Randy licked his lips as he studied her face.

"What's the matter?" he demanded, his hands wandering down to caress her thighs.

"Nothing." Randy watched her in disbelief before shoving her out of his arms.

"I gotta get ready for my match tonight," he said sighing. "Wait for me here since you're not on the card..once I get back, we'll head for the hotel." Torrie nodded in agreement, falling onto the couch once he'd left, heading to the locker room to dress. She pulled her knees against her chest, hugging herself as she rocked back and forth. Randy meant well, he really did but the relationship she'd gotten herself into with him, wasn't exactly paradise..but thinking about how it all started made her head spin and that was something she preferred not to get into...

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Trish stayed quiet most of the night out, only occasionally making conversation with Dave and his friends that had come along. She wasn't really lost in her thoughts, she was more of disturbed by the fact that had been revealed to her earlier..Dave had daughters. Just great. The fact that he was married was bad enough, but adding children made it million times worse. Trish slid down against the booth and closed her eyes, the alcohol she'd consumed not sitting well on her stomach. She wanted to be anywhere but here. Damn Dave for staring at her so intently. Was she that interesting? The Canadian diva groaned under her breath as she noticed the others excuse themselves, realizing she was still in the presence of Dave Batista.

"Trish, what's up? You haven't hardly said a word all night!" he asked slowly, reaching over to wrap his arm around her shoulders.

"Nothing," she snapped. Dave blinked in surprise at her harsh tone, his eyebrows rising in question.

"Is that so? If that were true–"

"Look Dave. If I wanted to talk about it, I'd say so. So why don't you lay off of it, alrighty?" Trish turned her brown eyes up into his, her features darkening as she slid out from under his arm to head outside. Dave wanted so badly to follow her but he knew exactly what was wrong, he could read her like a book sometimes. Why the hell did Angie call? And why did he have to mention his daughters? God..he sounded so low. Would he actually consider a relationship with Trish when he wore a wedding ring? The sad thing about it..was that he wasn't even sure anymore..

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Torrie closed her eyes as she leaned back in the hot bath water, trying her best to relax before Randy returned..she knew what that meant. Fuck..why couldn't a person go back in time and erase something like this? Her blonde hair clung to her face as she rose from the water, grabbing a towel and heading out into the bedroom suite and throwing on a large t-shirt. Torrie sunk down onto the bed and absently listened to the television, attempting to drown out the sound of her heart pounding in her ears.

"Torr, where are you?" She pulled herself up from the bed and crept into the living area, peeping around the corner to meet Randy's gorgeous features.

"Right here, why?" he smiled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame.

"No big reason.." he whispered. Torrie jumped a little at his sudden movement, tensing up as Randy approached her. "I just wanted to catch up on lost time.."

"Not tonight. I feel a little–"

"You always say that, Torrie! Don't you remember our little agreement?" The blonde clenched her jaw as she studied him in the light, struggling to conceal the bitter rememberance on her face.

"Yes.." Randy took her hand in his as he led her towards the bed, sucking in his breath as he watched her walk, the gentle sway of her hips enticing him. He reached out and pulled her back up against his chest, his lips sneaking down to suck on the tender skin of her neck.

"You don't like the way we are?" Randy asked, his hands sliding down her curves to grip her hips tightly. Torrie let out a small moan at the feel of his lips on her, her own hands traveling up to hold his.

"I didn't say that..I just..nevermind." Randy moved her over onto the bed, laying her under his strong body. She felt him press into her, his skilled fingertips finding their way under her overly baggy shirt to stroke her inner thighs. Torrie held her breath at the tingles that ran through her body at his touch. Randy never ceased to have that effect on her.

"Even after all this time, you still tremble when I put my hands on you," Randy smirked, taking Torrie's face roughly in his hands and pressing his lips into hers, his tongue wrapping around hers violently. He forced her legs around his waist to allow him access between her thighs. She bit down on her lip as she arched her back as Randy removed her thong. Her body couldn't help but react to the fact that Randy had slipped two of his steady fingers inside of her, the intense motion bringing a deep moan in the back of her throat. Torrie snuggled her face into a large pillow beside her, attempting to stiffle the noises coming from her lips. She gripped the sheets desperately, squeezing her eyes tightly together in both pleasure and pain. Randy was far from a gentle lover. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding when he removed his fingers, only to suck it sharply back in as she watched him remove his pants.

"Maybe we should call it a night..we do have to be up early, Randy." He snorted softly at her, his blue eyes traveling across her face.

"Relax, baby." Torrie's heart sped up as he lowered himself back between her thighs, entering her slowly. Her eyes began to water as his large manhood sunk deeper inside of her, the burning sensation making her dig her teeth into her bottom lip, greeted by the taste of bitter blood. Randy's thrusts were swift and powerful and they never ceased to force moans from Torrie's lips. The pleasure was unbearable but the fact that he slammed into her so roughly, made her uncomfortable. She squirmed under him in an attempt to free herself from the burning sensation deep inside of her.

"Randy, please stop," Torrie begged. She pounded her fist into his strong chest, hoping that it would phase him somehow. "You're hurting me! Go slower." She moaned out in agony, a drop of sweat sliding down onto her flushed cheek.

"C'mon Torr.." Randy slowed down his rhythm as he took Torrie's lips captive, the tender caress of his lips sending more shivers throughout her body. He tossed his head back and let out an exhausted moan before he fell onto her chest, closing his eyes as he let out a soft chuckle. Torrie turned to look at him slowly. He ran his hands through his damp hair and smirked at her, before he stood up and pulled his jeans back on. "I'm off to shower." Torrie nodded in response. This was how it always was after sex..Randy would just..leave. It wasn't as if she expected him to go all lovey dovey but she expected more than just him up and going. She tossed her hair as she wiped at her eyes, wanting to blink away the tears as she lay in complete silence, alone.

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Stacy had spent most of the day sleeping..that was all she really did to pass the time. It was Saturday, why the hell wasn't she out and about, possibly looking for a much needed job? But, to be honest with herself, she desired to be back in the WWE. So it meant being with Randy everyday, big deal right? Things went well, she supposed, since she last saw him. Stacy grabbed her cell phone and held down the number two button, putting it to her ear once it started to ring.

"Stacy, I'm so glad you called!" The leggy blonde jerked back in surprise, the sound of her friends voice sending shockwaves through her body.

"Trish, is something the matter?" The Canadian got silent before she let out a tired sigh.

"It's nothing really, I've just been meaning to call you. How're you doing?" Stacy curled her legs under her and stretched out, a smile forming on her beautiful face.

"I've seen better days but listen, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Okay, spill." Stacy ran her fingers through her hair.

"I want to talk about rejoining the WWE..as soon as possible."

A WEEK LATER

Trish closed the door to Mr. McMahon's office, a contract held firmly in her hand. All she needed now was Stacy Keibler. The leggy blonde had yet to show up and she was already fifteen minutes late. Trish sighed into her hands, a worried frown shadowing her features. What could be keeping her? The Canadian beauty had a tendency to fret too much when it came to her best friend.

"Trish!" She squeezed her eyes shut, the voice behind her in no way Stacy's.

"Dave..hi..what is it?" The large figure lingered beside her, his deep eyes watching her, studying every move she made.

"Just came to see Stace...and to see you." Trish nodded slowly as she searched around the abandoned halls, praying that somehow, somebody could break this unwanted silence between herself and the man she had been trying desperately to avoid. And that person happend to be just the woman they both were waiting for. Stacy rounded a corner, carrying a large suitcase in one hand and her purse in the other.

"Finally!" Trish reached out to embrace her, at the same time slapping her lightly on the cheek for causing her to worry.

"Trish, it's not my fault that you can't stop freaking out every time I'm three seconds late!" Stacy stated, rolling her eyes as she put down her bags. Trish let out a quiet "hmph" before she pulled out a pen, handing the paper over to Stacy.

"Sign. Don't look at me like that, it's just your contract, you've signed this before." Trish hovered over her friend as she signed the paper, then snatched it back once she'd finished signing. "I'll take it to Vince while you catch up with Dave." Stacy watched as the feisty blonde dashed off, leaving her in the presence of Dave Batista.

"It's great to have you back, Stace!" The leggy diva accepted him into her arms, smiling as she rested her head on his shoulder for a minute.

"I'm just glad to be back..I don't think I'd make it another day without this." Dave grinned as he patted her hand.

"I know how you feel. But what about Orton?" Stacy shrugged carelessly, absently digging her spiked heel into the concrete floor beneath her.

"Randy's not an issue anymore," she said blankly. Trish wouldn't think too much of it if she found out about Randy's little visit a few weeks ago. And Stacy honestly didn't want to hear it. She was back in the company she loved and this was a fresh start. But Stacy couldn't help but wish, in the back of her mind, that Randy could somehow be apart of this new beginning..