The final part of Love is Versatile…song is Stay Young by We the Kings. Sorry to see this end. So keep in mind during this that I DO NOT now policy on citizenship of country just playing on what I think I remember hearing lol. I also DO NOT know wwe policy on same sex relationships, they probably don't even have one but hey there are all the Orlando Jordan rumours. So here it is the last piece…read and review please!

Lita rounded another corner in her frantic search for her girlfriend, this was one of the biggest days in the Canadian's life and she was nowhere to be found. Finally just when the red head thought she wasn't going to be able to find her she spotted Trish curled up in a tight ball rocking back and forth against the gip rock wall.

She didn't say anything at first she just slunk down next to her; the blonde didn't acknowledge her until she decided it was time to say something. "You know Trish people are going to wonder where we are if we don't make it out to our match."

Trish looked up at the woman beside her, the blonde's eyes were blood red and it didn't take a genius to know that she had been doing some serious crying. "I'm so scared Lita."

"Of course you're scared, what kind of human being would you be if you weren't afraid to walk away from the only thing you've known for the better part of 7 years. Life's going to be different but hopefully a good kind of different. Don't think of it as the end of your career think of it as the beginning of something new."

The back of Trish's hand moved to wipe a fresh set of tears from her eyes, "But its not just the end of my career…it's the end of…"

Lita moved a finger to her lips to silence her, "Hey lets not talk about that now, and lets just focus on going out there and giving these people what they paid to see you kicking my butt!"

Her last statement forced a smile out of the Canadian, "Ok." She whispered. The red head stood up and outstretched a hand towards her girlfriend to help her up.

When Trish made it to her feet Lita made an effort to not let her hand free, instead she pulled her closer to her to softly re-assure her, "Remember we are in this together…so lets go out there and just tear the house down. Let everything we've ever known go out the window for this." Once the last word had left her lips she moved her mouth to the blondes in a passionate kiss. "I love you Patricia."

Let's burn our dreams into the skyline
tattoo our sweat in tears
forever you and I
hold your breath till we cross the sundown
this is the moment
time is racing slow it down

Trish nervously cracked her knuckles as she waited in gorilla. So many thoughts ran through her head, tonight would be her final match and the last time the fans got to see Lita versus Trish. Little did they know that she would be following in her footsteps and leaving as well in just a few short months.

They had come so far to get to tonight, becoming mortal enemies on television from the start, to friends and then back to enemies. But the real story was so much more intriguing then any storyline they'd ever been in. Walking kiss of death was the closest to the truth that the fans ever really got to see.

In the beginning they really did hate each other, well Trish hated Lita anyway. She viewed her as a threat, thought that she was out to get rid of her because she had been there first but once Trish came along lost some of the spotlight. In reality the red head didn't feel like that at all, she welcomed new comers…enjoyed having new woman to work with. She especially enjoyed Trish because she was so committed and dedicated to becoming a worker, she did whatever was asked of her and wasn't afraid to take risks for a pay off.

The pair probably should be thanking Vince a little, because it was ultimately his decision to throw them together. He wanted a good feud and because of that forced them to room together to build trust and chemistry. It was then that Trish let her guard down, became friends with the American and eventually fell in love with her.

But now all that was spiralling downward, it was seemly over and the roar of the crowd let Trish know that it was time to put the last nail in the coffin. Her music hit and the hometown crowd exploded, for Toronto she hoped, this would be the match of the evening. As she burst through the curtain, her finger in the air she remembered the word that Lita had just said to her. Just tear the house down. She closed her eyes and hoped that when she opened them the camera wouldn't pick up on the tears that had formed in them again.

we are only here for one more night
so scream it like you mean it
one more time
we'll tear down the building

One last time, Trish and Lita. She thought to herself. From the moment the first blows were exchanged she couldn't help but want to just hold her and cry for everything they'd never have anymore.

They locked up and Trish found herself fantasising about Lita's hands slipping from there position on her waist to much more compromising places, now that would be a lot of pay per view buys. Her mind couldn't stop thinking about giving up on the match and doing some of her own wrestling with the red head back at the hotel. She longed for more time with the woman before they were ripped apart like some Shakespearean tragedy, ok maybe no one was dying but to the Canadian it sure felt like a part of her was.

That was, after all, what this bullshit retirement was about. Now it sort of felt like it was time but it all started with a locker-room snitch. Someone had ratted them out and Vince handed down an ultimatum: end it or go. So they both decided to walk away, they wouldn't be able to be together all the time and not be together. Some people would probably take it to court, but even with both their testimonies they knew they wouldn't win, he was freaking Vince McMahon for god's sake. And what if they did win? They would never be able to just continue wrestling, Vince would get rid of them first excuse he had and in the mean time make their lives hell, it was best to just let go.

He wasn't a stupid man; he knew that having them both go out at the same time would look both bad and suspicious. Fuck you, Trish thought, what she wouldn't give to stand up to the cooperation and just proclaim their love on national television and both go out with class and dignity. She knew that in a few months time when it was Lita's turn to go she wouldn't get such a happy ending and if she herself wasn't face she knew that she would have to leave embarrassed to.

Thanks to "company policy" her and Lita had to walk away from each other to. Long distance never really worked out and because they were both citizens of different countries moving to live together wasn't really possible either. Of course they could lie and travel across the border for 6 months at a time for "work" but living like that, each one having to move back and forth half a year at a time would be crazy. And with their luck they'd probably get busted for not actually being there for work. So instead they promised that after tonight they would break quietly.

Its like the phrase out of site out of mind, hopefully being apart would lesson the blow. Not seeing each other would hopefully make it easier, but Trish knew that it would be anything but.

The blonde locked in the sharpshooter and after the played up struggle Lita finally tapped. Trish was out of breath and smiled as she took her final bow, she was proud to go out like this and for honourable reasons even if no one ever knew. She walked away for Lita, because she loved her more than herself. The Canadian sent Lita a secret smile, she owed a lot of her career to the woman she had just beaten. She had taught her so much and had grown from her experience. Now she just couldn't wait to get back to the hotel to say goodbye to her properly.