Authors Note : As ever guys, thank you for the review. I'm really pleased that you have kept with the story. Here's an update for you. Once again, we're coming to the end of this story...and I'm also having ideas for a third story based on these two, a follow on from Some Kind of Bliss. Would you guys be interested in another story set after this one? Or should I leave it at two? Let me know okay :)
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Trish slung her fist forward, twisting her entire torso as she threw her entire body into the punch. Her taped up fist swung forward with deadly precision, as she pulled the hand back just as quickly, dropping into a defensive stance.
Glaring at her reflection the mirror before her eyes, Trish narrowed her gaze, throwing her fist forward again in the same arc. The punch stopped short of the mirror, directed into the face of her own reflection. Pulling her arm back, Trish mind whirred through the critique of her blows. Shaking her arm, Trish pointed out to herself that with every punch, she was dipping her elbow slightly, exposing the side of her head to an attack from above. Resolutely, Trish preformed the punch again, this time hitting it perfectly with her extended arm.
Hopping back slightly, Trish extended her leg upwards in a half roundhouse kick. Performing the semi-circle backwards, her foot returned to her side, before launching upwards again, aimed at the reflection of her own head. Dropping her leg down, the blonde Canadian performed a flurry of punches and jabs, each one directed with deadly intent towards the reflection of her face and throat.
Squaring her shoulders, Trish performed a set of straight upper cuts and elbow shots, grunting with the sheer force in which she was performing the moves. The blows Trish had rained down towards herself would be enough to take out most people who happened to be in the path of them. But something gnawed at the back of Trish's mind. Would they be enough to take out Kane?
What Randy had told her the night before was still playing around in her head, stealing at her concentration. Was anything she could pull out on Monday really going to be good enough to take out the Red Machine? Men three times her size and a damn sight heavier than her had been broken by this monster in less volatile match situations. How could Trish hope to be any sort of challenge to him? It wasn't as though the 'Stratusfaction' would be much use in this match. What was she thinking, assuming she could take on Kane? Who the hell did she think she was?
Grunting with the effort of her final kick, Trish stepped back from the mirror, running her hands back through her damp hair, pulling it into a loose ponytail. Snatching up the bottle of water from the floor, she took a deep drink of the liquid, before snapping the cap back into place.
Dropping to the floor, Trish performed a set of push-ups, feeling the strain in her triceps muscles as she pounded herself up and downwards, keeping her back perfectly in line. Beads of sweat rolled down Trish's forehead, dripping to the floor below as her breath came in ragged exhales as she pushed herself upwards. Finished with the particular exercise, she relaxed backwards, exhaling deeply. With all the air forced out of her lungs, Trish inhaled deeply through her nose.
Curving one leg to her front, Trish raised her other leg behind her, gripping at her ankle with her hand, as she performed the Eka-Pada-Rajakapotasana - the yoga position translated as being the 'Single Legged Pigeon'.
Breathing into the stretch, Trish did her best to release the stress in her body, trying to free her mind from earthly concerns, and focus on her inner workings. It was easier said than done, as the final conversation she'd had with Randy played over again in her head. Was she being stubborn by going into this match?
Yes, it was most likely she would get her backside kicked from pillar to post by Kane, and she had no doubt that she would come out worse for wear because of it. But Trish knew how to handle herself in the ring. She was confident in her ability, and could minimise the damage done to her body. At the very least, Trish could make sure she retained the ability to walk by the end of the match.
And this was an amazing opportunity for anyone, not in the least because she was...well...a she! How many other women could say that they had a Number One Contenders Match for the WWE Title. Hell, how many women could say they had been in an 'I Quit' match, to say nothing about the Main Event of RAW? Vince had handed Trish the ball, and she felt as though she had a responsibility to herself to run with it, and not only for herself, but everyone who had ever believed in her.
Trish knew how far she had come since her early days in the WWE. The fans had watched her transform and grow as her role in the company changed, evolving everyone's definition of 'Diva' along with her. She had played the slutty bitch that paraded around the ring in hot pants and cowboy hats, cheering on over-sexed men as they grappled in the ring.
She had even been the bitch of the Owner of the Company for a time, before Trish realised that she had more to give that just being a piece of eye candy. The wrestling community had watched in awe as she had sculpted her body into a weapon, winning the Women's Championship in Six-Pack Challenge, against the other five greatest female wrestlers in the world. She had answered every challenge since that day, growing into being a respected wrestler. Trish had transcended beyond the Women's Division, and Vince had recognised this.
Trish knew McMahon too well to think he was giving her this opportunity in recognition of what she had done for the company. She knew only too well her match on Monday was a harsh reminder that he controlled her. She would be a main stage player when he said so, and not before.
In the past few months, Vince had done everything he possibly could to break Trish's spirit, to force her to back down. He had taken the Women's Title from her, repeatedly put her in danger situations, pitting her against male superstars and straining her relationship with Randy in the process. By out thinking Vince last Monday, Trish was in a more precarious position than ever. Like a lamb to the slaughter, she had been ordered to face Kane.
Distracting her from morbid thoughts of fighting and submitting to Kane, the door opened behind Trish, invading her musings. Locked into the Cobra position, Trish released herself from the move, rolling onto her back. Above her, Randy smiled, squatting down next to her as she lifted her leg, stretching it up so her foot rested on the floor above her head.
"That looks inviting," Randy grinned, noting Trish's parted legs. Reaching out his hand, Randy settled for caressing the back of Trish's thigh with his finger tips gently. Trish poked her tongue out playfully as she held the stretch.
"I always knew you'd love a girl who get her legs behind her head." Trish giggled, as Randy continued to marvel at his fiancé's impressive flexibility.
"That I do. It's hot," he grinned, "maybe you can teach me?"
"Please Randy, you're the most tense person I know. You'd probably snap yourself trying to do yoga. You're always so stiff." Trish rolled her eyes at the thought of Randy performing any yoga, groaning at the unintentional innuendo in her words. With a smile, she knew Randy would pick up on them, and he did.
"Baby, how can I not be stiff with you resting there in that 'come fuck me' position. What guy wouldn't?" Randy growled deep in his throat, leaning forward so he was resting on top of Trish between her parted thighs. Giggling, Trish relaxed her leg, resting it on Randy's shoulder as he gradually ground his hips against her groin, biting at the flesh of her neck and shoulder.
"Did you come in here to tell me something, or just to take advantage of me when I'm stretching out?" Trish released a gentle moan at the feeling of Randy's hands cupping her breasts, his tongue flicking over the pulse in her neck.
"Yeah..." he groaned between licks, "but you need to help me work out my stiffness." Clawing her hands down his back, Trish hooked her prone leg around Randy's waist, pulling him closer to her as she pressed her lips to his in a frenzied kiss. Randy's tongue traced along the crease of her lips, pleading entrance to her mouth, to which Trish obliged, their tongues intertwining in a tango of lust.
Pulling back from her lips, Randy lapped at the expanse of Trish's chest that her tank top exposed. "Mom...wants...us...dinner..." he managed, becoming engrossed in the taste of his girls' sweet flesh. Trish's eyes flipped open, as she rolled Randy off of her with a burst of strength. Randy landed on his side, groaning in disappointment.
"You're thinking of your mother...now?" It was all Trish could do not to release a disturbed 'eww!" as Randy smiled at her, a slightly flush of colour burning on the rises of his cheeks.
"That's what I came in here for," he admitted, crawling back towards her, imitating a lion ready to pounce, "to tell you my Mom invited us over for dinner. But I got distracted by your body bending in all those fuckable positions."
Trish sat up, rolling her eyes skyward, releasing her hair from her ponytail. "If you're a good boy at dinner, maybe you'll get to see some more." Trish grinned, as Randy sidled up next to her, his lips going straight for her neck again.
"And if I'm bad...?" Randy growled, his hands exploring Trish's stomach, caressing ever lower towards her thighs. Trish chuckled, slapping Randy's hand, stopping it as it delved further downwards.
"If you're a bad boy...I'll perform some position that will really blow your mind." Trish whispered, her voice husky as her lips rested next to Randy's ear. Over come by lust, Randy grabbed Trish around the waist, pulling her too her feet. Motioning her to go and shower as she slapped his hand against her ass, Randy licked his lips hungrily at the idea of what was coming his way after the meal.
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Randy groaned loudly, stretching his hands above his head, a smile planted firmly on his lips. Sipping at her wine glass, Trish's eyes travelled down at the expanse of flesh Randy's stretch had shown, with his shirt raising up exposing his abdomen. Feeling colour rise in her cheeks at the myriad of dirty thoughts running in her mind, she turned her attention back to the table, grinning at Randy's mother.
"I think he enjoyed that." Trish giggled, replacing her wine glass on her table as Randy's mother looked at her son with a raised eyebrow.
"I should hope so, the amount he ate," Elaine smiled warmly at Trish, as both regarded Randy as he patted his stomach, "I forgot how much of a human dustbin he is."
"I'm a growing boy," Randy grinned, "and it was good. No-one makes food like you do Mom."
Trish and Elaine collectively groaned as Randy tried his best puppy dog-eyes with his mother. Elaine simply patted her son's hand, shaking her head.
"Flattery will get you nowhere with me Randall," she smiled, "now go and play with your brother. He's got the new wrestling game for his playstation and he's desperate to show you."
Randy nodded, kissing her cheek as he left the table, joining his father as they left the room, leaving Trish alone with her future mother-in-law.
Watching them leave the room, Elaine began collecting the used plates and glasses off the table. Trish joined her, helping her carry them to the kitchen as the pair began to wash the dishes.
"So," Elaine began, "you're engaged. I bet you're elated." She beamed at Trish, who blushed slightly as she returned the smile.
"I really am," she admitted, wiping at the dishes with a towel, stacking them in a neat pile of the work surface.
"Honestly Trish, I didn't think he was going to ask you." Elaine admitted. "I wasn't too sure about you myself to begin with.
"Really?" Trish ventured, cringing a little at her admission.
"But Randy told me to wait until I'd met you, and he was right. I knew the moment I saw you Randy was so right to be in love with you. You're a wonderful woman Trish, and Randy has been so happy since you came into his life. You've really helped him grow up and be a man." Elaine smiled softly, patting Trish's shoulder with her hand.
"Thank you. And he's not the only one. I've had this stupid grin plastered on my face for months…the expression line's I'm gonna get doesn't bare thinking about." Trish rolled her eyes as Elaine laughed softly.
"Are you happy?" Elaine asked, "You can be honest with me dear." Trish seemed a little taken aback by the question.
"I truly am. I won't say I didn't have my doubts to begin with. We're very different people, and at times I don't think we're speaking in the same language…but I am so in love with your son. He makes me feel things that I didn't know you could. And he believes in me, and that's very important to me." Trish grinned at she continually wiped at a plate, even though it was dry.
"He's very loyal Trish. Very loyal," Elaine agreed, nodding her head softly. "And he told us we would love you as much as he did, we just needed to meet you. He said it was true love."
Trish blushed softly. "I bet he says that about all the girls he's brought home."
Elaine placed a dish back in the sink, taking Trish's hand. "Sweetie, you're the first girl he's ever brought home." Trish eye's widened at the revelation, her heart swelling with emotion as Elaine continued.
"I probably shouldn't tell you this," Elaine chuckled, lowering her voice, "but he fell in love with you the moment he met with you. He met you backstage when he first came to the business…and well he called me and said he'd met the future mother of his children. It was very sweet. He said that I would love you, and I do, very much."
"That is so sweet…wait….when did he meet me backstage? I didn't meet him until he was with Evolution…that was a good six months after he joined the company wasn't it?"
"You met him before that," Elaine smiled, "on his first day. I believe you were dating someone else then. He said he was lost and you showed him where he needed to go." Trish's eyes narrowed as she tried to recall a previous meeting with randy. Sifting through her memories, Trish's eyes suddenly widened as she remembered Randy stumbling across her and Jeff getting intimate backstage.
"Oh god," Trish giggled, holding her hand to her mouth, "I totally forgot about that night. How could I have forgotten that?" Her eyes raised, glittering with amusement at the memory which Elaine had stirred.
Elaine simply shrugged, replacing the last of the dishes in their cupboards. Preparing coffee for both herself and Trish, they wandered into the sitting room, where Trish curled up on the large white sofa as Elaine showed her a selection of Randy's baby pictures. Trish smiled and released the appropriate 'awww' every now and again as she watched Randy mature before her eyes through his pictures.
"He was a beautiful baby." Trish remarked, noting he had the gorgeous eyes as a child that were now a huge attraction as a man.
"He was," Elaine smiled, "and then he learned to talk." Both she and Trish exploded into giggles as Elaine replaced the album on its shelf. Dropping onto the seat next to Trish, she took her hand between hers.
"So Trish, what are your thoughts about your wedding?" Elaine beamed, clearly anxiously awaiting Trish's plans. Her future daughter-in-law's blank face caused her to knit her eyebrow together.
"Honestly Elaine, I haven't had a chance to think about much," Trish sighed, "work has kept me on my toes a lot recently."
"But there's so much to decide," Elaine exclaimed, "There's the venue and the date. You'll need to pick the flowers and colour schemes. Of course there's your dress, and your bridesmaids dresses, the men's tuxedos, the reception, the event itself. The parties, the guests, the food and the honeymoon! You…you haven't thought about it at all?"
Trish's rolled her eyes in exhaustion and Elaine's description of everything she had to work out. Trish had gotten so wrapped up in the excitement of getting engaged that she hadn't taken much time at all to figure out the logistics of the wedding itself, not to mention the 'distractions' coming her way from Vince. Of course Trish had a rough idea of what she wanted, but she hadn't talked about it with her fiancé. What would Randy want? This would be as much his day as it would be hers.
Noting her expression, Elaine squeezed Trish's hand reassuringly. "Don't worry Trish. I'll help you figure the basics out. We'll just take it one thing at a time."
"Take what one thing at a time?" Randy's low voice filled the room as he emerged from behind the door, his blue eyes focused on his fiancé and his mother sat together on the couch.
"Our wedding." Trish lazily admitted, "I haven't really thought about anything yet."
"Don't worry about the details baby girl. I'll take you up to Vegas and we can do a Drive-Through ceremony." Randy grinned, raising his eyebrows at Trish who rolled her eyes as she giggled.
"Randall Keith Orton! Don't even entertain such ideas. This is your wedding day, you need to do it properly. Trish deserves a beautiful ceremony, not a shotgun run through some chapel with an inebriated, unlicensed officiator." Elaine scolded her son as though he were six years old again.
Responding in kind, Randy hung his head slightly as he sat next to Trish. "Yes Mom."
Giggling, Trish wrapped her arms around Randy's neck as she listened to Elaine go on to discuss possible venues in and around Missouri. Tilting her head, Trish really wanted to get excited by the plans of her wedding day, it was something she had thought about most of her life...well at least since she had decided Barbie should get married to GI Joe. But the threat of facing her greatest challenge on Monday Night RAW tainted the whole experience, hanging over her head like an ominous thundercloud.
Sighing restlessly, Trish decided as soon as this was over between her and Vince, no matter what the outcome, she was going to marry Randy Orton.
All she had to figure out was when and how…
