M'kay, I had a random urge to write and although this Chapter is like hella short, I'm just going to post it. I'm never sure when I'll be able to update so here! Last chapter was kind of uneventful in my eyes so I added some nice Randy/Trish..couldn't end that, lmao! Enjoy, review, tell me your thoughts and as always, thank you for reading!

-Emily

Chapter Seventeen: "Let The Games Begin"

With each passing day, things with Dave began to pick back up and the Canadian bombshell wasn't sure if she should be thankful or apprehensive. Things were going so fast, so hard and heavy that once again she felt scared. It wasn't something that she wanted to feel but it was practically impossible for her to be incredibly confident when Dave had betrayed her trust. Although a "mistake", it didn't change the fact that Trish was angry..yet she never said a word to Dave. The day in the store when she'd broken down was beginning to stand out as something she should've never done. Acting on emotion had never led to anything positive and Trish felt a little more than foolish.

"You. are. dumb," the redhead scolded, shaking her head, a firm kick of her boot sent to the selfish vending machine before her that was clearly holding her snack captive. The shorter blonde leaned back against the wall, rolling her eyes in distress as she let out a deep sigh.

"Tell me about it..we barely worked it out and just talked. I exploded into tears like a broken-hearted teen and didn't even tell him everything that was on my mind," Trish expelled, letting out another breath as she turned to look at Amy, who was still attacking the machine as if it had insulted her greatly.

"Fuckin' piece of shit," she hissed under her breath. "Look Trishy, there is nothin' you can do in this situation but tell him your doubts and start off slow..but apparently, you jumped back into this quickly," Amy said softly, suddening feeling like Oprah or some sort of therapist to both the Canadian before her and a certain leggy Diva who had yet to meet them down in the lobby. "Before Stace gets here, you need to answer me one thing..what the hell happened between you and Randy?"

"Nothing. I mean, I kinda used him to make Dave jealous.." Trish opened her mouth to continue only to be cut off the now laughing redhead.

"You are the worst liar. You're diggin' on him so don't even front," Amy smirked, the flush in her friend's cheeks making her twisted smile widen even more.

"No way! You just assume--"

"Then why do you always carry on for hours how you 'don't like him in that way' even after I've dropped it?" Trish stared at the floor, wishing that she was suddenly invisible..and far, far away from Amy Dumas. Damn her to fucking hell. "Look..just forget it..Stacy's comin'." The Canadian beauty let out a thankful breath, the sight of the fast approaching Diva the most wonderful thing she'd seen in a long time.

"I overslept, almost killed myself in the shower and to top that, I forgot my coffee. I'm not in a good mood so let's get the hell out of here," Stacy said firmly, her features etched with a stressful shadow. Amy snorted softly, absently handing the keycard back to the lady at the front desk as they checked out.

"Ahh, the joys of Miss Keibler in the morning!" she smiled, ignoring the glare that the leggy blonde sent her way.

"You aren't Mary Poppins either so shut it Amy," Trish smirked, holding the door open for the redhead as they exited the hotel.

"Yeah, yeah," she snorted again, tossing the keys to the rental car at the Canadian, asking her to drive to the airport since neither Amy or Stacy seemed in the mood to drive. Trish found driving to be a form of simple relaxation for her so she excepted the offer. Both of her fellow Divas had fallen asleep fifteen minutes into the hour drive, leaving her only to think as she manuvered in and out of the early morning traffic. Amy was right, as always, about her. She was dumb or at least she felt it. She hardly thought any of it over before getting back with Dave, due to the nights she had spent with Randy Orton. A sad smile crossed her face as she remembered her time with the gorgeous brunette..no, she couldn't think of another man. Dave was her one and only..she loved him. And as the blonde shook the thoughts of Randy out of her mind, she made the final decision to tough it out with Dave once and for all. After everything, she still loved him..regardless of anything. But was she really convincing herself..?

xxxxx

John threw his overly packed bags carelessly into the middle of the floor, this sudden noise causing both Dave Batista and Matt Hardy to look up in utter shock, both of them exchanging worried glances. Matt let out a sigh of exasperation and leaned forward in his chair, watching as his close friends collapsed onto the couch.

"I take it the trip was..awful?" he asked slowly, leaning his elbows on his knees as he studied the heap of groaning man that was John Cena.

"Fuckin' lovely. Another waste of my fuckin' time," he hissed, removing the Ruck Fules hat from off of his head and throwing it violently towards his luggage. Dave stared in wonder and blinked repeatedly as if he were absolutely lost.

"What exactly happened?"

"We fucked," John replied, staring up at the ceiling. Matt raised his eyebrows in an attempt to see the problem in what small bit of information they'd just received.

"Wow, um, was I supposed to see something terrible in that? I mean..just look at Sta-"

"Oh, shut the fuck up Matt. You know what the prob is," John hissed, kicking off his shoes.

"But, weren't you planning on that happening?" Dave sent Matt a look that practically told the newly rehired Superstar that if he said another word, both men would make him regret it.

"Not that way..Jesus, we have a fight and then she comes back and fucks me. Either that or she calls me when she's depressed just to fuck as well..I'm like a goddamn toy to make her feel loved or some shit." Both of John's friends listened, neither knowing exactly what to say. Dave knew the whole story from start to finish and he never knew how to help his best friend out. But, it wasn't like he could do anything..he had his own set of problems.

"Look man, your talkin' to the wrong people. Stacy's the only one you should be tellin' this to," Dave said, slapping John lightly on the back as if to encourage the younger man somehow. Instead he received the coldest glare that he'd ever seen from John.

"Fuck that shit. Talkin' gets me no-fucking-where. I'm sick of hearin' all this "talk it out" shit..it don't work!" he growled, pushing off from the couch to retreat down to his bedroom suite, apparently ending the dicussion by this drastic move. Matt snorted aloud and leaned back in his chair, shaking his head repeatedly in disbelief.

"You'd swear he was a fourteen year old girl who's just had an arguement with her parents and flocks down to her room with the slam of a door," he laughed, staring down the hall, an amused smirk on his face.

"Hey Matt, let it alone. He's just hurt," Dave scolded, rolling his eyes at the childish comment that Matt had just made. He knew, in a way, how John felt. He knew that he loved Stacy more than anything and that he was stressed that things weren't working out right. Oh, Dave knew that feeling..things should've been worked out better with Trish. He knew that she didn't trust him totally and that her emotions had led to her decision that day in the store. If only Stacy hadn't set it up for him..it was beginning to seem more like a mistake than anything..

xxxxx

The backstage area seemed totally dead as Randy made his way back from the ring, the slight limp in his walk the very reason he was thankful for the lack of people. He hated to show pain in front of anyone and right now he was biting back groans of agony. He needed to somehow find one of the trainers to help him out but it seemed impossible to get all the way to them with this leg. Randy stretched his injury out before him and leaned his head back against one of boxes behind him, his back resting on one of the many crates filled with supplies for the houseshow. The silence was relaxing to him and he was savoring every second of it.

"Hey macho man." Randy's eyes shot open instantly, only to fall upon the beautiful Amy Dumas, who was smirking at his apparent pain. "You alright?"

"I'm just wonderful, thanks," he replied, a sneer sent to the redhead before him.

"What's up your ass?" she snorted, putting her hands up in defense at his harsh tone of voice.

"I did something to my fucking leg and it hurts like a bitch..are you gonna stand there and poke fun or help me?" Randy asked in annoyance. Amy let out a gentle chuckle before stepping forward.

"I'll help, jeez, calm down," she rolled her eyes, helping him off from the crates. Randy wrapped his arm around her slender waist for support, the warmth from her body heating his cool skin as he leaned up against her. Amy led him in silence to the trainers, helping him into the room before letting him go. "Don't cry now," she teased, sending an innocent smile over at him.

"Choke on that gum you're chewing for me," Randy shot back.

"Watch it or that other leg of yours is gonna be broken," Amy warned, turning on her heel to exit the room, first sending another smile over towards him. Randy watched her leave with a smirk on his face..she really was something else. He was thankful for her help but now that he was stuck in the trainers office alone, he wished that she had stayed to keep him company. All he had now were his thoughts and the trainer looking at his leg. He leaned back against the firm bed and stared at the ceiling, chewing his bottom lip in boredom. The annoying silence that seemed to press in on him was oddly relaxing but once again, the peacefulness would be interrupted by just the very person he had been looking for.

"Take it easy, Trish..your back is getting stronger but we advise you not to take any major bumps for awhile." The gorgeous Canadian blonde thanked the trainer before turning around to gather her stuff, stopped by the sight of Randy Orton. A look of surprise crossed her face as she noticed him staring her down. She sent him a weak smile before grabbing her things quickly and making a dash for the door. Randy stared after her in confusion, the pounding of his heart only increasing as he watched her leave.

"Hey man, thanks anyway but I gotta go," he shouted to the trainer, jumping up from the bed without regards to his pain. Ignoring the shouts from the medical staff, Randy followed after Trish on one leg, finding her briskly walking towards the exit. "HEY!" The Canadian Diva froze on the spot, the sound of him drawing closer making her shiver in discomfort. He was the last person she needed to see. "What the hell was that about?"

"Randy, we can't be talking anymore," Trish sighed, wishing to avoid the crystal eyes that burned into hers without mercy.

"The fuck are you talking about?" he asked harshly. The blonde covered her eyes with a shaky hand, forced breaths escaping her parted lips.

"Please..just go. I'll explain later..Dave's coming this way," she pleaded, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pushing him away, her hazel orbs wide with horror.

"Who the fuck is Dave!" Randy asked, his hands raised in question. The look on Trish's beautiful face put his wonder to rest. "Dave Batista?" She nodded meekly, the mention of the man who despised him greatly darkening the handsome features before her. "What's he got to do with you?"

"Look..I've been avoiding you for a reason, Randy.."

"Are you gonna tell me some shit about you two bein' together?" Trish bit down on her lip as she sent a gentle nod in his direction. "Fuckin' great..why didn't you tell me when we were messin' around?"

"We never messed around!" she replied, a look of distress on her face once again.

"Bullfucking shit! You almost sucked me off and need I remind you that you allowed me to kiss you," Randy sneered.

"Dave and I had sorta broken up then and I just..wanted to make him jealous..now go! We can't talk anymore!" Trish begged, pushing him away once more. His stomach felt queasy as he stared at the gorgeous Diva before him.

"No..I'm not gonna let that happen.."

"GO!" she shouted, stomping her foot so loudly that it echoed throughout the hallways. "Please..why are you acting like this? It was only a kiss."

"Only a kiss? Trish, do you know that ever since that moment, that you've been all I've thought about," Randy whispered, taking a step forward. Trish attempt to move away only to be backed into the wall. She went to jump to the side, automatically running right into rm that he had put up to trap her in.

"Let me go! Don't do this..Randy, I love him..I'm sorry," she cried, closing her eyes to block out the man who was towering over her with desire filled crystal orbs.

"Do you love him?" he whispered once again, this time into her ear. Randy's deep voice made Trish shiver on the spot and the feel of hot breath kiss her neck drove her absolutely wild. She nodded violently in silent answer, the soft trembling of her lips making him smile in satisfaction. "I want to test that thoery," he growled into her ear, one of his strong hands softly taking her face into his palm, forcing her chin up towards his lips. Randy devoured her mouth in one swift movement, the taste of his kiss weakening her knees enough to make her grip onto him for support. Whether or not she knew it, Trish automatically responded to him and opened her mouth for his hungry tongue, her own wrapping around his in a furious wrestling match. Randy pulled her up on him as he forced her neck back so that his mouth could explore her neck, all of her free will being shattered in his hands.

"We shouldn't be doing this..I love Dave. Please stop," she begged again, all the while digging her nails into Randy's back as he sucked on her hot skin without mercy. Trish could feel her body reacting to him, the area between her legs becoming wetter by the second. This wasn't right.

"Then why the hell did you kiss me back?" Randy asked into her ear, his tongue plunging out to taste her earlobe. Guilt washed over the Diva at the realization that not only was she very aroused, but to the fact that he was right..she did kiss him back. "Stop pretending like you don't want me.."

"I don't! You're making me do this!"

"Nice try but that shit's not working..I haven't taken away your free will nor do I possess any power that would make you act like this.."

"I can't act correctly when you kiss me like that..you do something to me," Trish cried, wishing that she was anywhere but in this situation.

"It's because you want me to kiss you, you want me to do everything I'm doing. Can you look me in the eye and swear on Dave's life that you don't want me to fuck you?" Randy asked softly, his deep voice thick with seduction. Silence followed his words and it became apparent to Trish that no matter how much she wanted to lie to Randy, that she couldn't. "I didn't think so..listen to me carefully, sweetheart. You started this shit and I promised you that you'd never get away with teasing me..and I meant it. We want eachother, there's no doubt. You can pretend all you want. You may love Dave Batista but I can promise you that you won't remember his fucking name after I fuck you. I'll fuck you so hard, to the very point when I'm the only one you scream for. You can't mess with me like that and not expect me to finish it..so, let the games begin baby," Randy growled, once again kissing her so swiftly that she jumped in surprise. His words were threatening yet so captivating that she began to tremble just looking into his lustful eyes. With one last touch of his lips, Randy Orton left Trish glued to the spot at where she was, a hand gripping her breast desperately as she gasped for air silently. It became apparent that he was not messing around and she wasn't sure if she should be scared or excited..but her body answered that question for her as she trembled with excitement. Everything that had just happened felt more like a blur in her already clouded mind but she knew that some serious shit was going to go down and she couldn't run anymore..the games were beginning and Trish Stratus was about to fall victim to Randy Orton, whether she wanted to or not.