Took almost a week for this update, sorry you guys...just havnt been in mood sadly hopefully that writers block/laziness has past....thanks for the reviews and please keep reviewig if your reading :)

Torrie gripped John's hand tighter as they walked through the hallways of the arena, it had been over a week and she hadn't even seen Trish, let alone talk to her, since their little altercation at the hotel. The Boise bell had conflicting emotions, she should be happy right? After all she didn't want Trish around; it was her soul purpose as of late to rid herself of the woman. But not seeing her only put her more on edge, and in fact she sort of missed her.

What had happened? Was the Canadian avoiding her for some reason? Or was she finished torching her since she got Torrie to admit her feelings? Whatever the reason was Torrie couldn't stop herself from thinking about it, and wondering exactly where the bombshell was in the arena.

They say curiosity killed the cat, but it just might kill the diva...because she was tired of wondering what was going on, she had to find out. So Torrie had decided on the car ride to the arena that she had to find Trish, and figure out exactly what she was up to.

"Baby I'm going to go look for the girls ok?" Torrie asked smiling, leaning up to kiss John sweetly on the lips. She hated all the lies, but she just couldn't let this go, something inside was drawing her to Trish and she couldn't deny it. On the other hand Trish was a girl, so it wasn't completely a lie...more an omission of facts then a lie really.

He smiled when she pulled her lips from his, "Ok, I'll just be hanging around catering."

Smiling back at him, she let go of his hand and walked down the empty corridor. "Now if I was Trish, where would I be?" Torrie asked herself, realising that it wouldn't be that simple to find her...it was a big arena and Trish didn't really have a pre show ritual that she knew of. She could be anywhere.

Her only option really was to just start opening doors in the catacomb of a hallway; process of elimination was her method of choice....a rather ineffective method but a method none the less. So Torrie just started knocking and then opening doors, usually to reveal empty room after empty room.

"How many more locker rooms can there possibly be?" Torrie groaned, her patience growing thin in her search. Soon she came to the end of the hallway, and there were only two doors left. "If there's a god then don't let this one be empty." She prayed, looking up at the ceiling in gesture to the big man before turning the handle to the door on the left.

Torrie screamed when she found the room not empty, but instead filled with the enormous ego of Randy Orton. He was standing there naked as the day god made him, little Randy seemingly having a mind of his own and he made no attempt to cover himself. "Oh my god" She gasped, quickly covering her eyes, "I'm so sorry."

Randy laughed, and she could hear him towel drying his hair, "You act like you've never seen a dick before Torrie."

"God, do you have to be so crude?"

Another laughed escaped the third generation stars lips, "No, but I enjoy it."

Torrie's hand never moved from her eyes as she tried to back out of the room. "Ok well Sorry again."

"Why the rush cutie," Randy responded, "You can come in and take a closer look if you want? I know you like what you see, hell I'll ever let you touch if you like."

His smarmy voice made her stomach turn, "Ew no you perve." She shot back, slamming the door and turning back into the hallway.

"So maybe I should have clarified what I meant..." Torrie said with a sigh, looking back up at the rafters.

Trying her best to rid herself of the mental image the Boise native walked towards the last door, she knocked softly before opening it carefully, afraid she was about to find another naked superstar on the other side. Then again it was pre show, no one should have been showering yet anyway, what Randy was doing she didn't know, and she didn't want to know either.

But there wasn't a naked man on the other side of the door, or a woman for that matter...just Lita.

"Oh hey Blondie..." The fiery woman said, stopping lacing up her boots to send a smile to Torrie.

She walked into the doorway a little, thinking it would be rude to just storm out when she didn't find Trish there, "Hey Lita." Besides, she didn't want Lita to know she was looking for the Canadian. She didn't wan anyone becoming suspicious of her intentions, even a little bit. Torrie sort of felt like she was on the run from something, constantly looking over her shoulder and strategically planning her next move.

The red head stood up and grabbed her bag from the locker above her, "You looking for Patricia?" She questioned, suddenly laughing at the shocked look on the other divas face.

"Umm...what makes you ask that?" She retorted, fearing the worst. What if Trish had told her, what if she knew all about them? Just play it cool Torr, your fine...she doesn't know, how would she know?

Lita laughed, "Come on Torrie, no need to beat around the bush...since I hear Trish has been beating around yours."

The Boise native looked away...she knew.

"Hey don't feel bad, Trish didn't want to tell me. But after I walked in on your little shower scene and I knew she was in there with someone, I made her tell me who."

"Oh," Torrie responded, unsure of what else to say.

Lita moved towards her and laid a hand on her shoulder, "It's none of my business Blondie, so you don't need to worry; I'm not going running to John. Your secrets safe with me."

An uneasy feeling rose from the base of Torrie's stomach, she believed the red head but something just didn't sit right with her knowing that someone knew what she had been up to. It made the whole ordeal more real and now she really needed to see Trish. This was all so damn confusing to her.

She needed to find Ms. Stratus.