Trish sat down on her couch and poured herself a bottle of champagne. "One drink isnt soo bad" she said taking a a gulp of champagne.
'Better slow down' she thought putting her glass down on the coffee table. She looked at her flat stomach and sighed. "Are you Randys, or Johns baby?" she asked her belly.
She switched on the television and put on the music channel. 'London Bridge' by Fergie came on.
"Wooo!" Trish laughed clapping her hands. She then sighed. "If only John were here" she sighed. She decided to sleep so when she got up it would be bright and sunny.
She switched of the telly and walked upstairs. She dragged herself into bed and cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, Trish woke up. She looked over to her side and smiled. Then she remembered what happened. She frowned, her face was damp.
She was going to drive out to New York today she decided. She had some friends there, non-wrestler friends.
She got up and went into the bathroom, she looked in the mirror at her face. She began brushing her teeth, then took a shower.
After about 20 minutes of shampoo and conditioning, and 20 minutes of washing her body, she got out.
She felt clean and fresh. She started doing her make-up, still in a towel. She put white eyeshadow on, black mascara then a light shade of pink to her lips.
She dried her hair then put on a pink t-shirt and jeans. She then curled her hair, she almost burned herself of the hot iron. "Oww!" she squealed.
She imagined she burnt all of Tanyas arm, the steam rose and Tanya screamed. Trish grinned to herself.
She threw on a white cardigan. She went downstairs and made herself breakfast. She cleaned her house listening 'Gold Digger' by 'Kanye West'.
She danced while she cleaned. The vacum was loud, but the stereo was max volume. She sang loudly, only messing. She wasn't bothered acting as if she was in X-Factor.
She cleaned the counters, the voffee table, the kitchen table. She sweeped all the floors and washed her dirty clothes. She saw one of Johns t-shirts in the wash basket. She threw it into the washing machine.
She was looking for missing stuff (dunno why) at the sides of her couch. She took out all the cushions and spotted a pink silk bra and matching thongs. They werent hers.
She picked them up by her index finger and thumb and stared at them in disgust. She grabbed the scissors from the kitchen and chopped up the underwear.
The silk ripped violently as she violently cut it. She then laughed at the torn fabric and threw it in the trash.
She walked around her front garden for a bit then got into her black ferarri.
She drove to the airport and took a plane to New York. The plane ride was alright but there was a screaming baby sitting next to her. She was fine with it since she'd be having one.
When she landed, she didn't have any luggage. "Shit!" she shout whispered to herself. 'Oh well, I'll buy clothes. I'm in NEW YORK!" she thought and smiled.
She got out of the airport and onto the streets of New York. She walked to the apartment her friend, Cassie, stayed at.
When she got there, she buzzed the number she guessed Cassie stayed at. Lucky guess. "Hello?" the buzzer buzzed. "Hey Cassie! Its Trish!" Trish said excitedly.
"Oh my God! Come up!" Cassie squealed and buzzed her in.
Trish ran up the steps of the apartment, it didn't look like an average New York. It was very posh and nice.
She knocked on Cassies door. She opened it and screamed. "TRISH!" she screamed.
They shared a long hug. "You died your hair!" Trish said holding a piece of Cassies long brown hair. "Yeah, blonde wasn't workin!" Cassie laughed.
"Come in!" she said motioning for her to come in. Trish walked in, she had a nice apartment. The walls were painted red, the kitchen in the corner.
A nice kitchen, with wooden counters, she had see through pressed with all types of wine glasses in it.
She had a china cabinet in the corner. "Nice!" Trish said. "Thanks, work hard" Cassie smiled. "Watcha do?" Trish said looking around.
"That doesn't matter, sit down I'll get you coffee" Cassie said pointing towards the comfy looking sofa.
Why didn't she tell Trish what she worked as? Trish sat herself down and nearly sank into the sofa. "This is soft!" Trish laughed trying to un-sink herself.
Cassie laughed whilst pouring two cups of coffee into huge mugs.
Cassie sat beside Trish, the two started discussing what happened in there lives.
Cassie had told Trish everything, Trish was slightly nervous telling her about John and Randy and the baby.
"Ok. While I was wrestling, I met this guy, John Cena. We were dating for a while, I only dumped him yesterday" Trish began. Cassies jaw dropped slightly.
"Anyway, he cheated on me with some Tanya girl, I'm pregnant with his baby actually" Trish smiled "at least I think so"
Cassie frowned. "What do ya mean?" she said taking a sip of coffee. "Well, this other guy, Randy Orton. We were both at a party before. I got really drunk and he took advantage of me, so I dunno" Trish sighed.
"Wow, a lot happened since year 2000" Cassie said. "Definetly" Trish added.
"Where are you staying?" Cassie asked. "No where really, I'll get a hotel" Trish said drinking her coffee. "Stay here!" Cassie suggested.
"I couldn't Cassie" Trish said shaking her head. "Why not! It'll be like old times! Pleeeeeeeease!"Cassie begged.
Trish sighed and smiled. "Fine!" she nodded. "Yes!" Cassie stood up on the couch.
"Well you certainly have the same energy as you did in 2000!" Trish laughed.