Switched
Chapter 4
Monday Night Raw…
Doomsday. The Apocalypse. The End of the world…that's how Trish and Randy felt as today was Monday which meant one thing: Raw. The WWE was in New Jersey and both Trish and Randy were shitting themselves…they both had matches but they weren't themselves.
I can't do this! I don't slap I punch! Randy whined to himself as he walked down the hall…well stumbled as he found it difficult to walk in 3 inch, gold Gucci Stilettos.
She couldn't have picked out flats...no Randy! It's Trish! Trish doesn't wear flats!
Randy glared at the winks and whistles he received from some crew members and jobbers. He wore a white v-neck long sleeved Gucci jumper with dark blue Levi hipsters. Trish had came by Randy's hotel room at 7am…to avoid suspicion and applied his make-up.
It was now 2pm and he was on his way to catering. He saw his friends sitting round one table and frowned when he saw them leer at him as he passed.
What are they gay? Damn it! I can't sit with them cause I have blonde hair and a vagina!
Randy rolled his eyes…assume Trish would do that as he made his way to the line. He grabbed a tray and almost drooled over the double cheeseburgers and chilli. Hungrily he grabbed a burger, fries, some nachos and to top it all of a large bottle of Coke (not diet).
He wandered over to a table where most of the Divas (minus Candice, Jillian and Melina) were sitting. Setting his tray down he nodded at them and was about to eat one of his fries when he noticed them staring, their jaws almost hitting the floor.
"What?" He shrugged popping a fry into his mouth.
"Spit that out! All those calories…fat…go up a dress size! Oh God! I feel dizzy!" Maria stared hyperventilating and Ashley put her head between her legs and ordered the brunette to take deep breathes.
"Um is she gonna be ok?" Randy asked trying not to laugh at Maria's over reaction.
"Soon! Trish why are you eating that? What about your diet of salad and low fat food?" Ashley frowned and Randy began to panic….think.
"Look…I'm starving and besides one little day won't hurt…besides salad sucks." Randy replied tucking into his meal.
Trish entered later and didn't even notice Randy or what he was putting into her body. She marched up and scanned the food.
Urggh! All that crap….ooh! Grilled Chicken and salad.
Trish took the plate and thanked the catering assistant who was stunned as Randy would never order that.
Trish then grabbed a bottle of still water…sparkling was the Devil. She took her tray and spotted John, Jeff and others sitting at a table and slowly wandered over.
She wanted to kill Ariel. She had to wear horrible jeans and RKO t-shirt and Nike trainers…they don't even have a heel!
"What in the blue hell is that?" Chris said disgusted eyeing the food and then Randy.
"Dude are you feeling alright?" John asked placing a hand on his forehead.
Trish shrugged him off…slightly giddy but composed herself as she reminded herself that John was Ashley's boyfriend.
"I'm fine…I've decided to watch what I eat." Trish said simply eating some salad.
"Are you sure you don't wanna join the Divas over there?" Jeff chuckled raising a fork behind him.
"Bite me Hardy…you won't be taking the piss when you balloon up 2 dress sizes. You know what they say A moment on the lips A lifetime on the hips."
They just stared dumbfounded at her as she continued to eat. She rubbed her temples as she heard Mickie shriek with laughter.
"Bloody hyena…" Trish muttered turning to glare at them. She didn't hate Mickie…just found her annoying. However her mouth widened as she spotted Randy eating…eating a burger!
"I-I have to go." Trish got up and turned on her heel and practically ran over to the Diva's table.
Randy was telling them a joke and he frowned when he saw Trish. He soon grinned when he saw the angry look she gave him.
Hee hee I made her angry! Hey! She better stop frowning! I don't want wrinkles before I'm 30!
"Hey Randy." Mickie purred and Trish tried not to shudder. Eeew.
"Ran…Trish can I talk to you, outside?" Trish asked gritting her teeth as Randy wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"Why? What have you got to say to me that's so important Randy?" Randy asked and she resisted the urge to throttle him…regardless of him being in her body or not.
Trish didn't reply she just glared and Randy gulped, pushing the tray aside he grinned sheepishly to the other Divas who just stared dumbfounded.
"Excuse me girls…I'll just be 2 minutes."
Randy got up and almost stumbled due to the heels he shot Trish a look before bolting outside before Trish could drag him by the arm.
"What the…" Randy began but Trish held up a large hand.
"Not here." She hissed grabbing him by the arm and forcing him to walk down the hall towards his locker room.
"Ow! You always grab me! You do know you'll get a bruise on your precious body." Randy smugly pointed out before she released him.
"You're so lucky you're in my body because if you weren't I-I'd…" Trish hissed enraged as they walked into Randy's locker room.
"Kiss me?" Randy teased and Trish shot him a death glare.
Ah I look good when I'm being mean…maybe I should make that my 'look…then I'll get more dates! Randy happily thought to himself.
"Stop checking yourself out that's weird!" Trish shuddered as she paced the room rubbing the bridge of her nose.
Randy plopped down on a bench and folded his arms.
"What's wrong Trish?" He asked softly and she looked at him and laughed sarcastically.
"What's wrong? Hmmm? Let me see…Oh! I know! I'M IN YOUR FUCKING BODY AND ITS ALL MY FAULT AND THAT FREAKY MER-BITCH WOULDN'T TURN US BACK AND I CAN'T WEAR HEELS AND DON'T HAVE MY BOOBIES!" Trish wailed and Randy got up and before she knew it he hugged her.
What the hell? Is he sick? Trish asked herself confused to his sudden outburst of support.
"Calm down…look I know this is hard but we can get through this we just need to help each other." He held her at arms length and she didn't take her eyes of her.
"You touched me…and got chilli on me." Trish whined quietly and he grinned.
"Try not to grin like that…you'll give me laughter lines." Trish pointed out and he raised a brow at her causing her to laugh.
"I was kidding…that's what plastic surgery was for…and before I forget I had 'chick food' for lunch today."
Randy let his arms go and stared at her.
"Ok…I'll let you off for that but you gotta realise I'm a man. I need my food. How the hell can you live of that rabbit food? You ain't even fat!" Randy said incredulously causing Trish to blush.
"I just don't wanna gain any weight that's all…why do you care so much?" Trish frowned and he blushed.
"Well…I-I…I'm supposed to be you! I ain't used to tiny portions." Randy stammered and she smirked.
"Well you're just gonna have to get used to them."
Randy rolled his eyes and then they froze as they heard a mystical voice. (A.N. I'll use bold for Ariel).
I hope you two aren't bickering…you have less than 3 weeks left….times running out.
"Okay how the hell does she do that?" Trish asked freaked out.
"WE KNOW! LEAVE US ALONE YOU FREAKY MER-WITCH! I MEAN WHO CALLS THEMSELVE ARIEL ANYWAY? THAT'S A MERMAID'S NAME AND YOU DON'T EVEN LIVE UNDERWATER OR KNOW A FISH CALLED FLOUNDER OR A CRAB CALLED SEBASTIAN!" Randy yelled at the ceiling.
"Way to go Randy…insult her, that will make her reverse the spell." Trish muttered and he calmed down and looked at her.
"You got any better ideas…besides she's the one who gave you a penis and the cotton jammies." Randy slyly reminded her causing Trish to glare at the ceiling.
"YEAH LEAVE US ALONE THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Really? My fault? If I'm correct and I am sure that I am…it is down to you two that you are in this mess. If you had gotten along then things would be fine. You need to learn a lesson and sadly you guys gotta learn the hard way…oh good luck in your matches tonight…this will be entertaining. And FYI I may not live underwater but one of my cats is called Sebastian!
RAW Meadowbank Arena 21.06.07 8.10pm…
Randy was shitting himself…he was about to face Melina in a singles match and he didn't know any of Trish's moves. She had told him to basically slap and kick and under no circumstances give Melina the RKO.
Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm dead…I can't do it…I can't hit her with a chair…I'm not a heel! Well I am as Randy Orton but I'm not me! Jesus there she is! Look at those tits…Nitro! Jackass!
"Well, well, well look what the cat dragged in." Melina cackled as she walked towards the curtain with Johnny at her side.
I take it back…she has old woman boobies…bitch.
Melina and Johnny wore their usual matching white attire and furry boots.
"Funny Melina but not as funny as those boots? Tell me how long did it take to shave all your chest hair off and stick it onto them?" Randy shot back with a smirk.
Trish had curled his hair and put at least 3 inches of make-up on his face. He wore a pink bra and leather pants and black boots.
Melina glared and walked over to Randy getting in his…well Trish's face.
"You think you're so funny bitch…well after you lose this match…you won't be so smart." Melina said trying to think of an excellent come back. Randy just pretended to admire his nails.
"Oh! Where you talking to me? Cause all I heard was blah blah blah." Randy said as NMN's music hit.
"You…You…" Melina spluttered as Johnny hissed in her ear they had to go.
"Run along Melina…and good luck." Randy waved as Johnny hauled her down the ramp to the booing crowd.
Taking a deep breath he turned to the curtain…this was it…he had to win. As much as he despised Trish he wanted her to do well. It was about time the WWE had a decent Women's champion…
The fans were screaming. Nitro was standing his hands in his hair, eyes widened in shock. J.R. and Jerry were stunned…did she really do that to Melina? Where they imagining it? Did Trish Stratus really give Melina the RKO? It was perfect…well not for the woman rolling around, clutching her head in agony.
Randy grimaced. That wasn't supposed to happen but he got caught in the match and before he knew he slammed his finisher on Melina.
"At least I won…she can't complain." Randy muttered as he ignored the stares he received as he made his way to the back.
I'm just gonna grab my stuff…well her stuff and then go back to the hotel…
"TRISH! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" a male voice yelled from behind.
Randy turned and rolled his eyes when he saw Trish march towards him.
"What is your problem?" He muttered and she hauled him to the side.
"You gave her the RKO! I use the Chick Kick! I don't use that!" Trish hissed at him.
"Look, you won! What's the big deal?" Randy shrugged as he was aware of the strange looks some tech guys gave them.
"Do you want people to find out about this?" Trish asked raising a brow.
Randy thought for a moment then sighed.
"I see your point. No more RKOs. Look my match is easy tonight…punch him a few times and then you get to hit him across the head with a chair." Randy told her and she nodded smiling a little.
"Sounds easy…I left my stuff in the locker room. Try not to talk to anyone…" Trish told him but he chuckled and interrupted her.
"Ok and trust me the last thing I wanna do is hear Maria's hourly gossip…how can you stand that?"
"Smile and nod and throw in the occasional "yeah he/she is such a bitch/ass." Trish replied smiling.
"Um…Randy you're on in 10." A tech guy said nervously turning his attention between the two.
"I should head off…once again sorry about the whole using your finisher thing." Randy apologised.
"Don't worry your little blonde head about it." Trish replied a glint in her eye…well Randy's eye as Randy shook his head and walked towards the locker room to fetch his bag.
Ariel frowned as she saw the whole thing. Damn them! They're starting to get along…I gotta do something…what to do? She grinned an image of the hotel flashed in her head.
"Oh this will be so much fun…" Ariel giggled as she snapped her fingers and disappeared.
A.N. I will try and update soon! Please Review as I love reading your comments!!!!
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