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"It's gonna be Umaga." Randy sighed, eyes focused on the TV screen before him as he watched 'The Nature Boy' hit a low blow on Johnny Nitro. It wasn't long before the Main Event of tonight's RAW was scheduled to take place, and everyone was beginning to feel the nerves. Shane and his father Vince McMahon had been unusually quiet… at least for them. Vince hadn't power walked to the ring once, of cut a promo backstage, rambling on how amazing he was, or how powerful he was in the wrestling world. The two McMahon's had simply been seen entering the arena earlier this evening and nothing had been heard from them since. Crowding Randy and Trish's shared lockeroom, the four competitors all dealt with their nerves in varying ways.

In the corner, Jeff sat with his guitar balanced carefully over his legs, strumming away as he used his emotions to create a new song to add to his songbook. John Cena paced backwards and forwards across the length of the room, stopping every now and again to shadow-spar with himself in the full length mirror. That left Randy and Trish on the leather couch opposite the monitor. Sat spread legged, Randy's focus was on the television, whilst Trish straddled his waist, gently caressing her bare hands over his back and through his hair. His large hands loosely held her waist, gently massaging her hips as she rocked back and forth. Normally, this kind of proximity to Trish would send him into overdrive, and he would nothing more than to throw her onto the floor and pump her into oblivion. But his concerns for tonight's match over road any desire he was feeling.

"You need to calm down baby," Trish whispered, nuzzling at Randy's neck, "your body is so tight…you're gonna strain something before we even get to the ring."

"I can't. I'm too worked up. Those fuckers are plotting something. I know it." Randy grimaced, biting down onto Trish's shoulder a little harder than he had intended.

"Chill man," Cena grunted as he threw his shoulder into a punch towards his reflection, "we got your back out there tonight. Whatever they bring, we'll bring our shit harder."

"I just wish I knew who we were fighting," Randy admitted, "at least that way we'd be able to prepare better. I don't like walking blindly into this kind of shit."

"Kane's already been up," Jeff observed from the corner, "so has Shelton Benjamin and the Spirit Squad. That narrows down their choices quite a bit. I very much doubt Vince would use spent wrestlers against us."

"Who does that leave?" Trish considered, " Viscera? Snitsky? Edge maybe?"

"He could pull people from Smackdown or ECW. Vince isn't exactly above that kind of stunt." Jeff noted.

"That opens a whole load of possibilities that I don't even want to fuckin' consider." John growled.

"This is fucking bullshit," Randy spat, "how can we wrestle tonight if we don't know who we're up against."

"We'll deal baby," Trish soothed, trailing kisses down Randy's neck, "we're a shit hot team. The best there is. We can take 'em."

Randy looked up into Trish's heart warming eyes, noting her confident expression. Normally, having Trish's cleavage on full display in Randy's face would totally distract him from any coherent thoughts…but not tonight. All he could focus on tonight was her irregular heartbeat, pounding uncontrollably in her beautiful chest. Nipping at her ear lobe, Randy slid the tips of his fingers into the back of her jeans.

"Liar." he whispered, sucking at the pulse in Trish's neck. Stifling a moan, Trish bit down gently onto Randy's jaw line as she whispered a response of her own,

"We can. And we will. Because I'm Trish fuckin' Stratus…and I believe in you." Sighing into a smile, Orton rested his forehead against Trish's. That's all he needed to hear. Trish had confidence in him. Knowing he had her support behind him, Randy as though he could take on the world. They could do this no matter what came up against them.

The knock on the lockeroom door caused them all to jump out of their skins, narrowed eyes and distrustful glances directed at the entrance. Squaring his shoulders, John moved straight to the door, wrenching it open to stand up against whoever was there. His expression softened as he recognised who was waiting outside, his large frame blocking them from view.

"I think its for you." he shot through clamped teeth, stepping aside to reveal Lana.

Her jade eyes were downcast, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room. With her hands clasped in front of her, she shuffled her feet uncomfortably. Trish stiffened in Randy's arms at the sight of her, feeling an untameable rage knowing away at her mind.

Randy gently lifted her off her lap, placing Trish down onto the couch next to him. Getting up off the seat, Randy extended to his full height. Despite his obvious conflicted emotions, Randy's face remained impassive.

"You shouldn't be here Lana." His voice was cool, and he tried desperately to ignore the hurt that flashed in her jade eyes. Trish carefully got to her feet next to Randy, getting into step next to him. Her chocolate brown eyes burned with an intensity that many had never seen before. Trish could feel her arms shaking from how hard she had tensed her fists, as she forced her breath in and out of her lungs.

"Guys…" Trish stated, her voice icy, "could you give us a minute alone please?"

Randy looked down with a questioning glance. "You sure?". Trish simply nodded, never taking her eyes away from Lana.

"Alright, we'll wait for you by the curtain. Don't be too long." Randy stated as he and the other two men left the room. Being the last out, Randy shot a glance back into the room, before closing the door behind him.

The two women stood opposite each other for the longest time. Trish was practically vibrating with her fury, whilst Lana seemed to shrink even smaller into herself, not meeting Trish's eyes. Feeling her breath coming out in short hisses, Trish knew she had to say something or she would explode right here and now.

"You gonna stand there all night or are you going to say something." Lana looked like a dear caught in the headlights at Trish's harsh tone.

"Trish…"she began shakily, "I…really…I think we need to talk." Trish slowly nodded at Lana's words, her gaze narrowing slightly.

"I don't how to say this, but I'm just going to say it," Lana stated, "I'm really very sorry for what happened the other night. I was completely out of line in what I did. I abused your trust and did something really low. I know you must be really angry at me, and I can't honestly say I blame you. I am so ashamed of myself right now. I just wanted you to know that if I could take back what I did, I would do it in a heartbeat…but I can't…"

"Why did you do it Lana?" Trish hissed, "did I do something to piss you off? Did I not make you feel welcome enough? I tried really hard to like you Lana. I let you hang all over my boyfriend like you were giving him a lap dance in a nightclub. I let you share my private locker room in effort to get to know you. I even went so far as to introduce you to my friends, all in an effort to make you feel welcome. To be like one of the family. And that wasn't enough for you was it?"

"Trish, I…" Lana began but Trish's venomous glance quietened her instantly.

"It wasn't enough that I welcomed you into my life, you decided that you wanted my boyfriend as well. You took advantage of him during a moment of compassion. He was trying to be a friend to you, and you just pounced on him like some cheap slut with nothing to loose. Knowing that he was in love with me…knowing that I was in love him…knowing that he was going to ask me to marry him…how could you do it?" Trish closed the distance between herself and Lana, glaring down into the other woman's eyes.

"How do you look yourself in the mirror Lana after the stunt you pulled? Randy has done some fucked up things in his past, he counts what he did to you as one of the worst. And when he tried to make amends for what he did, you pushed yourself onto him. Was this maybe some kind of revenge thing for you? Because you couldn't make him love you, you decided you couldn't bare to see him happy with anyone else, right? He broke your heart, so you wanted to break his. Is that what you wanted Lana? Is it?…You're not answering me….is that what you wanted?"

"No," Lana wailed, breaking in a flood of glistening tears, "that's not what I wanted. I made a mistake Trish, a really awful mistake. I betrayed you and betrayed myself…but I couldn't help. In that hotel room, with that ring and the candles…it was my dream, that's all I ever wanted from Randy. When he broke my heart before, I promised myself that I would never let myself be in a position like that again. I swore to myself I would never let Randy hurt me like that for a second time. But I wasn't strong enough. Spending time with him in Europe made me realise how much I loved him…how much I will always love him…can't you understand that? Of course you can't…you have his love…"

Lana sobbed bitterly, brushing the back of her hand across her cheeks. Trish stood in silence, trying not to feel sorry for Lana. But a part of her felt what Lana was going through. It wasn't so long ago that she had been in the same position herself. As Randy's fiancé, Trish was furious with Lana. But as a woman…she felt her pain so deeply she wanted to cry along with her.

"I understand Lana, but that doesn't excuse what you did." Trish replied, her tone a little softer.

"I know…" Lana sobbed, tears running rivers down the curves of her face.

"You betrayed me. You hurt me in the worst way you could. And I don't forgive easily. I think the best thing we can do is stay apart from each other, because I can't promise you I'm above ripping your throat out right now. I respect you as a wrestler, and wish you the best for your career, but I don't want to be your friend. Maybe, when I'm married I'll change my mind and find it in myself to forgive you. But as of right now…I don't think we should have anything more to do with each other."

Trish rolled her shoulders, turning to go towards the door.

"Oh, and Lana…?" Trish began.

"Yeah?" Lana looked up, to be met with a stinging slap across the face courtesy of Trish.

"Stay the hell away from Randy." Slinging her hair over her shoulder, Trish marched out of her locker room, leaving Lana very much alone.

Shaking the tension out of her body, Trish made her way towards the curtain, to join her team mates of the night. She could have done without the confrontation with Lana, but it had taken the edge of her nerves, she could at least be grateful for that. Turning the corner, Trish noted a locker room which made her stop in her tracks, her eyes taking in the name on the door. Why hadn't she thought of this before? Trish's mind worked in overtime, thinking of the possibilities.

Curving her hand into a first, Trish gently wrapping her knuckles on the door, waited for the invitation to enter the room. In doing so, the blonde took a deep breath. This was going to be a risk, but one she was prepared to take…

With less than a minute to go until the beginning of the match, Randy looked up at the sounds of approaching footsteps. Taking in the tiny form of the Canadian who had captured his heart, Randy felt awash with relief. Striding towards Trish to meet her halfway, Randy pulled her tiny body into a tight embrace.

"Everything cool?" He questioned, stroking his hands over her arms.

"Its is now." Trish offered a weak smile, gladly leaning against Randy for support as she joined the other two men waiting just below the steps which rose to the stage. Huddling together, they noted the sounds of Randy's entrance theme echoing out through the arena, causing the crowd to explode into a frenzied level of cheers.

"Okay guys," Randy began, as if delivering a pep talk, "we go out there tonight as a team. We don't know who or what we're facing, but we all know it isn't going to pretty. They're gonna pull the worst kind of shit to break us down. Hit 'em with everything we've got guys and more. If the McMahon's think they can fuck us over, let's show them just how wrong they are. And it's not like I need to remind you two,"

Randy licked his lips, pausing for effect focusing his attention on John and Jeff. "Nobody lays a fucking hand on my girl."

Not daring to speak out against Randy, Trish allowed herself to be submissive to her boyfriend. His expression meant he was out for blood, and she didn't want to undermine him in front of the other. And if Trish was being honest, she kind of liked Randy playing the macho protector.

But only a little. Trish planned on going out there tonight, and showing Vince, Shane, Randy and anyone else who cared why she didn't need anyone to protect her.

Getting his game face on, Randy took Trish's hand in his own, inhaling a deep breath. Letting it out in a concentrated hiss, Randy strode towards the curtain and out into the lion's den.