Authors Note : Another Update. Hope you guys enjoy, please R&R! I disclaim :p
Delicately, Trish dipped her toes into the surface of water, giggling as she felt the fresh feeling of the water tickling at her feet. Resting on the worn, white banister, Trish smiled serenely as she watched the ripples of water dance across the surface, chasing away into the distance as far as the eye could see. The water danced and glided beautifully, holding the most heavenly pink glow as the evening sun had slowly began its descent behind the trees in the distance. Instinctively, Trish threw a glance as her hand, grinning at the sight of the ring resting there, its colouring a perfect match to the light before her. Resting her head against the post of the banister, her eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the sounds all around her.
The gentle whisper of the a breeze through the leaves of the trees called to Trish, as the songs of the remaining birds acted like sweet sirens, beckoning her forth to the light before her face. Resting her hands at her side, she traced the feeling of the wood beneath the pads of her finger tips of the decking she was sat on, her vision fixed on several ducks floating past lazily on the river's surface. Lost in the beautiful scenery before her, Trish could easily picture raising a family in Missouri. The beautiful woods and peaceful rivers would be a perfect place for any child to grow up happily.
Randy's house rested on the top of a grassy bank, tall and proud keeping a solitary gaze over the countryside before it. Behind the house, its hidden feature was a wooden pathway leading down the hill to a small decking resting on and in the water's edge. Trish had spent many evenings out on this decking, especially during the early times in her relationship with Randy. They had laid in each other arms, sometimes making love, other times just talking about the business, sometimes admitting their ambitions and secret dreams. On other occasions, they had simply lain together, resting in silence, watching the final rays of light disappear in the horizon as night feel around them.
Feeling the decking juddering slightly, Trish threw a glance behind her, seeing her boyfriend heading towards her, his hand still fixed to his head as he spoke into his cell phone. Sighing wistfully, Trish couldn't puzzle out Randy in these past few days. Ever since Vince's order of her 'I Quit' match on next week's RAW, Randy had been acting more erratic than he had when he was hiding the engagement ring from Trish. He had packed their bags, and flown them home to Missouri immediately, and they had been here ever since. Although Trish loved visiting the area, she didn't feel it was the best use of her time when she had a huge match coming up.
Finishing his conversation, Randy hung up, before settling down next to Trish. His emotive blue eyes studied her as she rested in a large, white cotton gypsy skirt and a lose white vest top. Her blonde locks were pouring over her shoulders, accentuating the gentle curves of her face. Distracted by his fiancé's immense beauty, Randy realised he was staring, and turned his gaze away, sitting down directly behind Trish. In response, Trish relaxed back between his parted legs, resting her back against his chiselled front. His arms wrapped around from behind, resting across her stomach like a jacket. His chin found its spot on Trish's shoulder, his lips planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
"How's your Dad?" Trish finally asked, finding she was more than reluctant to break the silence that they had been sharing.
"He's good…said my mom was ecstatic at the news. She wants us to go over as soon as possible." He smiled, imagining his mother response to the news that he had gotten engaged. Not that she would ever say it, but Randy knew how 'concerned' his mother had been during his playboy days. She had always harboured secret desires to see Randy settle down, and she more than pleased with his choice of wife.
"Sure. Ask her to make her blueberry muffins again. I've had a serious craving for 'em ever since we were here last." Trish licked her lips slowly at the memory.
"She made you her muffins?" Randy's voice rose to an incredulous pitch, "I don't remember her making muffins…"
"Yeah, I think you were at the gym, and she made me a batch." Trish recounted, wondering Randy was going.
"What? I can't believe that!" Randy's voice hit and ever higher pitch of disbelief, "she made you muffins and didn't keep me one? That is just so not okay…"
"They were just muffins baby," Trish giggled at how worked up Randy was becoming, "besides, I ate like three of them."
"Oh, so you were a conspirator in this plot to keep me away from my Mom's muffins. Traitor," Randy grinned, ticking Trish's abdomen furiously with his hands. Trish exploded into uncontrollable giggles, as she slapped weakly at Randy's hands. Randy chuckled at Trish, and simply redoubled his efforts, ticking in Trish as she rolled around trying to shake herself loose.
With no choice left available to her, Trish extended her hand, hammering it down onto the decking as she 'tapped out'. A grin spread across Randy's lips as he stopping the motions of his fingers. Panting as she tried to regain a regularly rhythm to her breathing, Trish dabbed at the tears running down her cheeks from laughing so hard.
"It's nice out tonight," Randy observed, glancing around the surrounding area, as Trish comfortably rested her head into his lap, "I love St. Louis at this time of year."
"It is nice," Trish agreed, "it's nice to be home for a while. But I am a little curious about something."
"What?" Randy raised an eyebrow as he looked down onto Trish, taking a strand of her hair between fingers, playing with it as she studied her expression.
"Why are we here Randy?" Her voice was soft, as both chocolate brown eyes focused on Randy, watching his expression changed as he considered what he was about to say.
"I…I just figured with all the craziness of the past few weeks, it'd be nice to just get out of the routine for a while and just relax." Randy stated. And he meant it. Although he loved his job with the company, sometimes the mundane travelling could ware to down. It was nice to be able to fly home and recharge your batteries for while.
"Of course," Trish smirked, "this is has everything to do with relaxation, and nothing at all to do with me facing Kane this week on RAW, right?"
Randy visibly winced at Trish words. "Okay, so it has been playing on mind." Randy admitted, "I just find it easier to think about stuff when I'm out here. Stuck in a hotel room for the next fours, there's no way I could come up with a way to get out of this."
"What do you mean?" Trish enquired, rolling off her shoulders to sit up and face Randy, her face awash with confusion at his words.
"You know, to get you out of this match against Kane on Monday…what?" Randy arched an eyebrow at Trish's offended expression. "Trisha, you can't possibly be thinking you're gonna go out and actually face that beast in a match? No fuckin' way."
"Why not? I faced everyone other monster Vince has thrown my way straight up, and I haven't done so badly." Trish stated, squaring her shoulders as she relived her past triumphs over the past few weeks.
"Uh…I hate to burst your bubble here baby, but I kinda had a hand in every one of those victories." Randy smirked, his expression dangerously close to that of the 'Legend Killer'.
"So? I've more than held my own against everyone I've faced," Trish countered, "this is why I need to be preparing to face Kane. It's gonna take a lot of work for to be able to be some kind of opposition."
"Baby," Randy sighed in exasperation, "you're not gonna go out there and face him. I won't let you."
Now it was Trish's turn to arch an eyebrow at Randy. "Since when have I needed your permission to do something?"
Randy scowled slightly at Trish's reaction, realising this could potentially blow up into a fight unless he defused it right now. "I'm not saying you need my permission Trish. I'm just saying I'm not gonna sit by idly and watch you go out and commit suicide by getting in the ring with Kane. Hell, I'd have concerns facing him myself, and I'm a guy."
"So you're saying because I'm a girl I have no chance?" Trish responded, her lips pursing as she felt her anger rise in her chest. Not many things could push her buttons, but being told she couldn't do something because she wasn't a man was one of the things guaranteed to make her flare up.
"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying." Randy nodded. As much as he loved and believed in Trish, he wasn't going to put false hope into her head. He refused to actively encourage her going out there to fight Kane.
"What happened to my ever supportive fiancé who told me he believes in me and tells me I can do anything?" Trish fired back, hearing the hysteria building in her voice. How could Randy chicken out on her now? Just when she needed his support the most.
"He heard you were facing Kane and retracted what he said. You can't do it Trish, and that's not any reflection on you. There aren't many guys who could beat Kane in an 'I Quit' match either." Randy soothed. The last thing he needed right now was for Trish to flip out on him. But clearly, the fiery blonde Canadian had no intention of backing down.
"Why does the fact that I don't have a penis make me any less capable of beating Kane?" Trish felt her eyes narrowing into a glare, but relaxed them as best she could, no matter how much she wanted to throttle Randy.
"Trish, you're not even half his size for fuck's sake. You're about two hundred and fifty pounds lighter than he is, and the 'Chick Kick' wouldn't even make him flinch. You cannot beat Kane. Thinking you can is only going to get your seriously hurt when he fucks you up in that match. And I'm not going to let that happen, whether you like it or not" Randy reached out to take Trish's hand, but she pulled back from him.
"You think you can stop me?" Trish challenged, "what's the matter Orton? You had your chance to take me on in the match and you backed down. You said there was no way you would fight me. So now I'm left with fighting Kane, and I refuse to not compete. I don't back down to anyone, I don't care how big or mean or strong they are."
"Would you rather it was me in the ring slapping you around Trish?" Randy growled, clenching a fist at his side, "I told you when we first started dating that I would never put my hands on you, no matter what. But if I'd known me backing out would mean you'd have to face Kane I would've fought you, and thrown the match."
"You'd throw a Number One Contendership match for the WWE title for me?" Trish snorted at the stony faced Legend Killer.
"Yes Trish I would. You mean more to me than any belt. Even if you are pissing me off by being so stubborn." Randy relaxed his hands onto his lap as he looked at Trish.
"I'm not being stubborn Randy, I'm just disappointed that when it came down to it, you bailed out on having my back. I'll go into this match with or without you by my side Randy. I'd prefer it if you were there, but I've got no problem in flying solo if you'd prefer." Trish hissed, feeling angry and betrayed by Orton.
"God Trish," Randy sighed, throwing his hands up in defeat, "this isn't about me not supporting you. I support you in everything you do, and I always will. But I'm not gonna let you potentially throw your career away just so you can take on Kane. I'll tie you to the fucking chair if I have to, but I'm not letting you do this. And you shouldn't have to."
"I've taken beatings before, I'm not exactly knew to physicality Randy." Trish reminded him, feeling frustrated with Randy's refusal to budge on the subject of her facing Kane.
"You've taken hits from Jazz and Lisa and Amy. Not from a six foot five beast who has not got a problem with breaking your neck. Its suicide Trish, and you know that. If you'd just get past your fuckin' bullshit ego, you'd see that." Randy regretted the last words as soon as he had said them, but it was too late to take them back. Rising to her feet, Trish glared down at Randy.
"My ego," she spat, "who the fuck are you to be lecturing me on ego's Randy Orton? You wrote the fucking book. Its because of your ego that you have a reputation of being a womanising diva, and an absolute nightmare to work with. SO don't try and kid yourself by saying I'm out of line because its crap. I know why you're so pissed off about me facing Kane."
"And why's that?" Randy growled, and raised to his own feet, locking into a staring battle with Trish.
"You're jealous." Trish simply stated. Randy considered what she said for a second, before creasing into laughter. Trying to get a hold of himself, Randy looked at Trish incredulously.
"Jealous…of you?" Randy couldn't help but laugh again at the idea that he was jealous of his fiancé.
"Which one of us has the media attention Randy? Which on of us the largest fan base? Which one of us is the most requested WWE Superstar on the internet? Which one of us has the greatest and fastest selling range of products? Which one of us is a record setting Champion, who now has a Number One Contender's Match for the title on RAW?" Trish folded her arms across her chest, knowing she had a point in what she was saying.
"This is bullshit," Randy sighed, "I'm not jealous of you Trish, not at all. I'm proud of everything you've achieved in our business, and am happy for you. Why would I be jealous? You're my fiancé! I'm the envy of every fucking hot blooded male in the world. No, what I am is seriously worried about you. You're so hell bent on proving you're good enough to play with the boys that you're taking dangerous risks that you don't have to."
"That's my choice to make Randy." Trish felt her resolve slipping at Randy's words.
"And what about me?" his voice was soft as he blue eyes took in hers. "I love you Trish, and I don't want you to get hurt."
Just like that, Trish felt her resolve snapping. Her body filled with guilt as Randy hung his head, both his shoulders sagging. Dropping her arms, she carefully slid them around his waist, resting her head against his chest. Randy responded, pulling her into an embrace as he held his arms around her shoulders, planting kisses on her head.
"I love you too," Trish whispered, looking up into Randy's eyes, "but you have to know you can't protect me all the time. Sometimes I'm going to get hurt, and its going to be bad. If this ever going to work between us, you're gonna have you get used the fact that I need do things my way sometimes, and this is something I can't compromise on because it means too much to me. This is my chance to prove everyone right who's ever had faith in me. I played it your way for the Tag Team championships, and I have done everything you've asked of me since then. But now, this is something I have to do for myself. And I want you out there with me when I face Kane. I need your support Randy. Please."
Randy hugged Trish closer to his body, capturing her lips with his own. He would go out there on Monday and support Trish. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her, even when he disagreed with her choices. But Randy knew there was no way he would let Kane break his fiancé. Randy didn't care what he would have to do, or what it would cost him. He would be there for Trish no matter what.
"You still my girl?" Randy lazily whispered the words into the locks of her blonde hair as his lips caressed gentle kisses across the top her head. Trish's reply came equally as lazy, as her tightened her grip on his waist.
"Always."
