"Jeff! C'mon man! Open the door! You can't hide in there forever. You knew as well as I did that you'd have to face her sooner or later. Now don't be a pussy!"

Suddenly the locker room door flew open, showing a fairly pissed off looking Jeff Hardy. His face was bright red and he looked like he wanted to pound Randy into dust. "PUSSY!" Randy jumped at the loudness of Jeff's voice. He had never seen him like this.

"PUSSY!" he repeated again, but the Legend Killer remained silent. "Yeah, that's what I taught Orton." Jeff tried to close the door on his face but Randy blocked it and pushed his way into the room.

"Listen man, Trish feels terrible for what she did ok? Just go talk to her please."

"I can't believe you feel sorry for her. Why don't you try proposing to someone you love, then ask them to leave you at the alter. Then come talk to me Orton! When you actually fucking know how it feels."

"Listen Trish feels worse then you do, I guarantee it. Just let her explain….."

"If you say that once more, I'm going to beat the living shit out of you."

"Jeff c'mon……"

"Just stay out of my business Orton, I mean it!" and with that, Jeff grabbed his bag and exited the locker room. Randy let out a defeated sigh before heading to look for Trish. He soon found her, still in the company of Lita. He glanced at the red head before turning towards Trish.

"Sorry Trish, he wouldn't listen, he just stormed off. I've never seen him so angry before."

"Great, just fucking great! I must have really hurt him. God I'm such an idiot. Li, will you talk to him, he listens to you?"

"I'm sorry Trish, but this is one battle I'd surely lose. The only person that can talk to him is you, and I know that'll be hard and he might not listen, but, eventually he has to stop running and face you."

"Actually, I'll see if I can catch him before he leaves, I'll talk to you guys in a few" Trish then took off in a sprint towards the parking lot. Lita then turned to face Mr. RKO.

"So, did Trish tell you why she stood Jeff up?" Let's see if Randall will be interested in my plan…..

"Yeah, 'bout the other guy. She never said who though." What are you up to Lita?

"Really?" That's strange……

"Really?" Does she know?

"Well, she told me." Trish didn't tell him??

"Well isn't that something. So spill red!" Guess so

"Well she obviously doesn't want you to know Randy, maybe I shouldn't…" I can't tell him…..

"C'mon Li, she was afraid to tell me because she said I knew him" Tell me…..

"Ok, but I'm only telling you this because I need help with my plan" Interested??

"Plan?" What you got in mind red?

"Well yes, to get even. This person has caused a lot of heartbreak, and has been doing nothing but bad mouthing Trish, when he's to blame for what happened too. So you in?" Say yes….

"Yeah, I guess I am. Now will you please tell me who it is?" Spill red….

"It was Cena. The no good prick!" He'll get his

"Well red, I say, let the games begin…" This will be fun

Meanwhile, In the Parking Lot…….

Trish searched the parking lot to catch a glimpse of the extreme superstar, but she just couldn't seem to see him anywhere. She decided to give up and go back to her friends, until she saw something move in the black SUV at the end of the lot. Or someone. Jeff. He didn't notice the diva approaching, he was too lost in his thoughts to notice anything. Although he snapped out of everything when he heard a knock on his window. His face crumbled once more when he saw her. He hesitated for a minute before finally letting down the window. He then turned away from her to look straight ahead. Trish stood speechless before she finally spoke.

"Hey……..you look good." She swallowed the lump in her throat as Jeff remained quite. He didn't move an inch. Didn't blink, nothing. He just continued looking straight ahead while Trish fiddled with bits of her hair.

"Listen Jeff, I know this isn't easy for you alright, it's not for me either, but we have to talk sooner or later. We'll be around each other a lot with my being on Raw after all."

"Well to be honest Trish, I'd rather it be later that we talk, coz right now, I can't even bare to look at you. You make me sick. After everything I done for you, for us, you just threw it back in my face like a spoilt little bitch."

The harshness of Jeff's words sunk in with the diva and she felt the tears flow down her face. Randy was right. Jeff was never like this. It was like someone completely different. He was so dark and angry. It hurt her to see him suffering this much.

"I understand why you feel like that, I do, but you need to understand the circumstances. I didn't just wake up and decide to hurt you alright."

"To be honest again Trish, I don't really want to listen to your bullshit. Circumstances my ass. All you had to do was show up, look pretty and say I do. If you where having cold feet you should have told me, but you being Trish Stratus, you would have to have a big day filled with drama right."

"Why are you being like this? So mean and full of anger? You're not this person Jeff."

"Well thanks to you, I am now." Jeff then pulled out of his parking space and drove off, leaving Trish in tears. He was never going to let her explain. She'd never have even the slightest chance with him again. The man she loved. Truly loved, but blew it with. She looked to the last place she had seen his car, before turning on her heel and entering the arena once again.