She Will Be Loved

by lilbebe50

As Trish Stratus, John Cena, and Randy Orton's friendship and relationship strengthens, feelings grow and conflict arises along with jealousy. When things turn for the absolute worse, Trish is forced to choose between right and wrong.

39. Perfect

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A/N: OK, here's the end of this story. Yes, I will be starting another story in about a week. I'm not sure about the name of it yet because I'm horrible at names. But the summary is going to be somewhat like this. "With her retirement edging closer and closer, will Trish Stratus be able to resist the charm of the WWE Champion's sexual advances or will she become another notch on his bed-post? Read and find out."

That's something like it. I'm not sure if I'll use that summary or not. Basically, Trish has announced her retirement and it's based in the August/September of 2006. I'll use real matches, and information from the WWE in that time period, with a twist of my own fiction.

It'll be chronicling Trish's final month with the WWE, and Cena is the WWE champ heading into Unforgiven in Toronto instead of Edge like it really was. Anyways, Cena is a ladies man and gets anybody he wants. With Trish about to retire, he knows his chances of getting her in bed are slimming down. So he makes a move to get in her pants only for her to deny him multiple times. I don't wanna give too much away. So I'll end it at that. Trish = retiring Cena = player. Plain and simple. So without further ado, here's the last chapter to She Will Be Loved.

Chapter 39: Perfect

Trish's POV

So many things ran through my head in less than the second it took for the ref's hand to hit the mat. I loved my job to death, and I was willing to do anything to keep it. But I knew that I couldn't keep it forever. There was going to be a time that my body couldn't handle the strain anymore and I would need to walk away. But there wasn't going to be a time where I would ever get enough of John and would have to walk away from him.

And that's when I made my decision. As much as I loved my job, I loved John even more. I couldn't see myself without him. I knew how much John loved his job, and it wasn't right if I took that from him. So I took a deep breath and kissed my job good-bye.

I grabbed the ref by his ankle and yanked him out of the ring breaking up Randy's pin. The audience half booed and half cheered me. The ref started yelling at me and threatened to kick me out of the ringside area so I did the most logical thing.

I gave him a quick Chick Kick. He fell to his back knocked out cold. Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best thing to do, but I didn't know what else to do. I panicked and needed a fast way out. A Chick Kick was the quickest and deadliest thing I had in my repertoire. I turned my attention back to the ring and Randy was livid. He was kneeling next to John preparing to stand up. And poor Johnny was still rung by Randy's RKO.

Needless to say, Orton was his usual self. Cursing, threatening and insulting me like there was no tomorrow. I was beyond fed up with his bullshit. It was about time I stood up for myself. This was long past due. I climbed in the ring and Randy wasted no time on getting in my face.

Randy: You stupid fucking cunt! You just cost me the match! What the fuck is your problem! (And I've had enough. He's been talking to me this way for far too long, and I wasn't allowing it to continue. I rolled up my fist and punched him square in the mouth.)

He instantly swung back but I knew it was coming and ducked. His fist sailed right over my head and when he turned back around, he got hit with a kick in the balls. The second of the night. Some poor groupie wasn't getting used by him tonight.

He bent over in pain and I grabbed his head tightly in a side headlock. I jumped up and bounced off the top rope, turning in mid-air and his face smashed hard into the mat. Giving Randy a well-deserved Stratus-Faction felt tremendous. I literally felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders and the audience were going crazy.

For the first time in about a month, the fans were finally behind me. I missed their respect and support so much. I glanced up and John was to his feet. He eyed Randy's unconscious body, then looked at me with a huge grin emanating from him. I was relieved to see that he wasn't mad at me for breaking up his pin-fall a few minutes ago.

He gave me a brief wink before throwing his right hand in the air, signaling for a 5 Knuckle Shuffle. Everybody in the crowd jumped to their feet and did the 'You Can't See Me' motion simultaneously with John.

I watched as he bounced off the ropes then hit Randy with his fist. John held his three fingers in the air and we all knew what was coming. As soon as Randy got to his feet, John lifted him up and gave him the second F-U of the night.

Instead of going for a pin, John flipped Randy onto his stomach and locked in his STFU submission move. Randy writhed in pain as John tightened the hold on, causing Randy to scream out in agony. A couple seconds passed, and we all realized the same thing. Thanks to me, the ref was out cold on the floor. Yeah, that wasn't my smartest move. Just when John was going to get off Randy, I held my finger up signaling for him to stop.

I dropped to my hands and knees and John smirked at me. He gave Randy even more pressure and Randy succumbed to the pain. He started smacking the mat repeatedly in submission. My heart skipped a beat as I watched Randy tap out. I don't know if this counted or not, but I signaled for the ring bell.

Low and behold, the bell sounded and the match was over. I guess I was the temporary ref after all. John let go of Randy and his smile couldn't have gotten any bigger. Randy clutched his back in pain and John stood up, surveying the crowd.

His music hit and I knew it was official. John had just beaten Randy for the WWE Championship, his life long goal. I have never been so proud of someone in my entire life. Lilian handed me the WWE Championship title, and I handed it to John.

I could see the gleam in his eye as he looked down at his title. He held it close to his chest and took a deep breath. I looked around, and not one person was seated. Everybody was on their feet giving John a standing ovation. He definitely deserved all this respect and so much more.

John held both arms open, and I threw myself around his waist. He hugged me tight, and this got a huge pop from the crowd. They seemed to love us as a couple, and so did I. I grabbed John by the wrist and hoisted his hand high in the air in victory. John held his newly won championship in the air as well proudly.

Randy sat up and looked on in hate. I knew he was pissed off. He was just defeated by submission, and he was angry. John grabbed me by the back of my head and grabbed a huge handful of hair and pulled my head back. I felt his hand grip me around the waist as he sunk his lips into mine. I placed my hand on the back of his head and after a moment, John brought us back up to a standing position.

John smiled at me and I naturally smiled back. I glanced over at Randy who was now throwing a tantrum fit. Making out in front of him added insult to injury, and I loved it. He wanted me so bad, it was pathetic. He doesn't have what it takes to get me. Now, John, Johnny definitely had it all.

It was about time John got everything he ever wanted. He got his job, his WrestleMania moment, the WWE Championship, and the girl. While Randy was getting exactly what he deserved; humiliation. Not only did I hit him with a Stratus-Faction, but John hit him with an F-U and STFU making him tap out.

I grabbed John's title and wrapped it around his waist. I went behind him and fastened it closed. I walked back in front of John and looked him up and down. That title looked amazingly good on him. He was born to wear it.

John pulled me into another kiss, obviously rubbing everything in Randy's face. I was going to keep good on my promise, tonight Johnny was getting laid. Seeing his entire dream come true, I was going to make this night even more perfect for him.

I kissed him back and I knew he was thinking the same thing as me. He pulled out of the kiss and waved at Randy. Randy clutched his back in pain, and couldn't do a thing to us now. He was too hurt. I loved watching John mock Randy.

John nodded towards the ropes signaling that it was time to go. He climbed out of the ring waited on the outside of the ring for me, and I climbed out following him. I gave him another quick kiss and we both noticed the ref laying on the mat still out cold.

John raised his eyebrows with a smirk and I just shrugged. He obviously knew what I did and I think he found it amusing. I looked at the ref and felt a bit bad. But oh well, some good came out of it. That's all that matters. I glanced back at the ring to see Randy leaning on the bottom rope glaring at us through pain and anger.

We started heading up the long ramp, all the while kissing and hugging. I think every fan knew what we were going to do, but I didn't care. I'd let him take me right here in front of everybody and wouldn't think twice about it.

I mean, this is John I'm talking about. He was so perfect in my eyes, just being with him made it beautiful. I could care less if 80,000 fans were watching in the arena and millions at home. They all knew we had sex already since Randy opened his fat mouth. There was no point on hiding anything now. But as long as I was with John, the rest of the world didn't matter.

We finally walked through the curtains, and we were inseparable. Fellow superstars gave congratulatory comments as we passed and John thanked them. With the direction we were headed, we weren't going back to the locker rooms. I think we were headed straight to the hotel.

Which was fine by me. Less time here meant more time together at the hotel. I couldn't wait to get these clothes off with Johnny. Sure we had sex last night and this morning, but I didn't care and I knew he didn't either. We're young, and in love. Mix these two variables and tons of sex was the inevitable outcome.

Just when we were about the reach the door to exit into the parking lot, we heard someone yelling our names. We stopped kissing and looked down the corridors to see a bitter Randy limping our way. I heard John sigh and I knew it was from annoyance. Randy has a way of showing up when you least want him to. Talk about a buzz kill. I'm surprised he hasn't barged in on us while we were having sex yet. He always popped up everywhere we were and I wasn't going to count out that he would show up while we were getting intimate. That was just something Randy would do.

John: What? (Randy approached us and I could tell he was pissed off.)

Randy: You two screwed me! (Here we go again. Couldn't he just for once leave us alone? Every time I turned around, here he was bitching about something and causing problems.)

John: Yeah, well now you know how it feels. You do the same thing all the time Orton. Get over it. (I could feel the tension in the air rising and I knew it wouldn't be long before tempers flared. There wasn't a no-physicality law in place anymore. John could attack Randy and no consequences would happen.)

Randy: This fucking bitch interfered in the match! (John took his arm off my shoulder and put his hand on my chest and pushed me back as he took a step forward.)

John: You better watch how you talk to her Orton. I'm not playing your bullshit games anymore. (John was so sexy when he was sticking up for me. Now I just wished Randy would shut up and go back into his hole and never come back out.)

Trish: Why won't you go back in that hole you crawled out of? (Randy instantly got angry with me insulting him. He did the same exact thing to me on a daily basis, so he had no right to get mad.)

Randy: Hole? Now we're talking about holes now huh Trish? I'm surprised Cena hasn't fallen into yours yet it's so damn big. You have the first and only black hole on Earth right between your legs. I'm actually worried for Cena's safety. I don't want him to get sucked in and disappear forever without giving me my rematch. (My jaw dropped in insult. He doesn't know shit about me. Black hole? Seriously? He was jealous because he wanted to get me in bed and I wasn't stupid and slept with him. I don't have a damn black hole between my legs. What an asshole.)

John: What's your problem Orton? (John shoved Randy and I took a step back. John wasn't playing games anymore and I had a feeling a fight was about to break loose any second now.)

John: I told you to watch how you talk to her.

Randy: Or what? You gonna try and beat me up? Remember the last time we fought Cena. I injured your ass. You got lucky tonight. If it wasn't for this fucking slut, I would have won.

John: I'm not telling you again Orton.

Randy: Aw, you're trying to protect your pathetic ass girlfriend. Well guess what? I have an automatic rematch clause in my contract. Tomorrow on Raw, I'm using it. So say good-bye to your career and go home and be with this bitch. Tomorrow, I'm ending your career. Just like I did to Trish. (Randy looked at me and I knew what was coming.)

Randy: That's right, you're fired Trish. Fired! (Did I ever mention how much I hated Randy? Well, I hate him a lot. Obviously I knew I was fired, I'm not stupid. But did he really have to rub it in like this?)

John: I told you to keep your mouth off her. You got something to say, you say it to me.

Randy: Fine then. Your little whore right there, she's fired. (John opened his mouth to say something but all three of us noticed a man heading right towards us. Mr. McMahon was coming our way. Randy immediately shook his hand and smirked. I couldn't believe Vince was friends with him after everything Randy put his family through a couple of years ago.)

Randy: Thank God you're here Vince. Tell this bitch she's fired. Go ahead. I like how you say it. (Vince opened his mouth and I knew what was coming. Mr. McMahon had a way of saying you're fired and everybody loved it. Except the folks who it was directed towards. And I was going to be his next victim.)

Vince: Actually Randy, I'm not going to say that. (I watched as the smile faded from Orton's face.)

Vince: I wanted to tell you men you had a phenomenal match out there tonight. (I looked at Vince and although he wasn't being a prick right now, I knew he was going to start in a short amount of time. He was known for this. He'll talk all sincere and kindly, then turn on you in a second and insult you. I couldn't believe I actually had a fling with him years ago. I hated him even though he was my boss. He was just the same as Randy, but not as evil. Vince was just annoying, egotistical, and a huge jackass. I don't know what I've been thinking with these guys I've been linked with. John seemed to be the only good one I've been involved with.)

Randy: Thanks to me. I made that match. (Made that match my ass. John dominated that match, no question about it. Randy was just a rag doll getting thrown around.)

Vince: But I'm glad you're here Randy. I heard what you did with my daughter Stephanie at the Royal Rumble, and I'm not happy with it. (Randy's eyes grew wide, and I had no clue what this was about. What happened at the Royal Rumble?)

Vince: You seduced my little girl into sleeping with you so you could get Trish's contract. (He did what! And I thought he was bad before, but I guess I was wrong. He was just a slut now. This was borderline prostitution. I knew there was something evil he did to get my contract. And he's been calling me the whore all this time? He really needed to look into the mirror.)

Randy: Mr. McMahon, with all due respect she allowed it to happen...

Vince: I don't blame her Randy, I blame you. You came onto her knowing very well she hadn't been sexual in a couple of months. You used that as a weakness to get what you wanted. And to think I actually forgave you for giving me in a concussion and terrorizing my family years ago. You're worse than you've ever been. I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I'm actually glad Cena is the champion. (It was no secret that Vince didn't like John. He didn't like me, and with John being associated with me made him an instant enemy of the CEO.)

Randy: Vince...

Vince: Mr. McMahon to you. (I loved watching Randy being told off by the boss. It was hilarious.)

Randy: Mr. McMahon, I'm sorry but...

Vince: Save it Orton. A couple of months ago when you beat Cena up and put him on the shelf, I actually liked you again. I don't like Cena, that's no secret. (I glanced at John who didn't seem the least bit bothered by this.)

Vince: I liked you because you reminded me of myself. I even put our past behind us and took your side on everything. Fast forward 4 months later, and look what we have. The same thing you were 2 years ago. (I watched as Randy was actually speechless for the first time.)

Vince: I mean, look at 2009. You beat my daughter up. You beat my son up. You beat me up. You beat my son-in-law Triple H up. You beat up a bunch of wrestlers. Now in 2011, we have something even worse. You beat my daughter up. You slept with her. You injure people who used to be your best friend. You take superstars' contracts and make them your personal slaves. You bring a team of lawyers to protect you from a beat down you deserve. You put everybody's personal business out there like a commercial. I used to respect you, but now I don't. (By now, I can literally see the arrogance melting away from Randy.)

Vince: I don't like what I see when I look at you Orton. I'm actually happy Cena is the champion. Do you know how pathetic that is? I can't stand him, yet he makes me happier as a champ than you do. You see him? He's a real champion Orton, not you. You're nothing but a cowardly, self-centered jackass. (I watched as Randy's jaw drops in shock. I wish I could record this and replay it over and over. I was absolutely loving this.)

Vince: You have messed with my family for long enough. Not just my family, but everybody else's as well. That's right, I know all about what you've been doing Randy. (He did?)

Vince: You've been sleeping with every female you've come in contact with. The WWE Divas came to me earlier today with sexual harassment claims against you. And seeing what you've done to my daughter, I know they aren't lies. You're mentally unstable Randy. You're too much of a liability. (I narrowed my eyes trying to figure out what Vince was trying to say.)

Vince: I have tons of women waiting to hit you with a lawsuit Orton. I'm a business man, and you're no longer good for business. Having you around would only cost me money. You're going to deal with these legal issues on your own. Randy Orton, you're, fired! (I watched in joy as Randy's frown deepened and tears came to his eyes. I felt like letting out a huge wall of laughter and jumping around cheering for happiness but I had to contain myself. When Vince fired someone, he became arrogant even more than he already was. If I did that, he might jump on my case as well. And boy did we have a lot of history. I wouldn't want everything that hasn't come out already to be out in the open. I've done things with Vince I wasn't proud of, and I didn't want anybody to know those things. John would never look at me the same if he knew what I had done. So I had to contain my glee to keep a potential fight with Vince away.)

Randy: But... but... but... you can't do that sir.

Vince: I can, and I did. Security! (Three security guards quickly make their way over.)

Vince: Escort Orton out. (The guards grabbed Randy roughly and prepared to remove Randy from the building.)

Vince: Wait, there's a couple of people here to see you. (The entire WWE Diva's division make their way towards us and I smirked. Oh man, Randy was in for it now. One by one, they each smacked Randy in the face hard as they walked past him and stood next to Vince. Then I noticed Kharma at the end of the diva's line. I didn't think Randy slept with her, but then again maybe he did. I didn't know. He seemed to have screwed everybody nowadays. Kharma stepped up to Randy and sized him up.)

Vince: You didn't sleep with Kharma here Randy but she told me earlier she wanted her hands in on this since you downgrade women on a daily basis.

Kharma: Women are good for nothing but sex huh Randy? (I watched as Randy's head spun around from a huge bear-like slap from her. I would really hate to be Randy right about now. First humiliated, then fired, and now humiliated again. I loved life right now watching him suffer.)

Vince: And one last thing Orton, are you familiar with child support? (I was as confused as everyone else. Child support? What the Hell? Then I noticed the pink haired woman we met at the bar months ago when we were still Fusion. What was she doing here?)

Vince: Remember Jane here Randy? She came to me claiming that you two had sex at a bar months ago and she thought you used a condom. But after having an argument with you, you revealed you didn't wear one after all. Well, guess what? She's pregnant... by you. (I bet Randy's heart just sank. I laughed under my breathe. Things couldn't get any better than this. This was like an awesomely amazing Maury Pauvich, Steve Wilkos and Jerry Springer show all combined in one. If I could have recorded this, I would. Then I would send it off to Hollywood and become an instant millionaire. This would be the best footage anybody could have ever shot. I loved watching Randy suffer.)

Jane: Thanks to you, I'm pregnant. I'm 6 months, so I'll be seeing you in court in about 4 months to start collecting my child support and getting full custody. (I watched as tears poured out of Randy's eyes.)

Randy: No! No! No!

Vince: Now get him out of here. (The security basically had to drag him out because he was almost unconscious from that grizzly bear slug Kharma gave him. Thank God I haven't had to wrestle her yet. She'd kill me. I watched along with everybody else as Randy screamed and cried and begged for his job back while security dragged him out of the arena. I had to clench my jaws tightly together to keep the laughs inside. I squeezed John's arm and he turned around with a silly expression. He was holding in laughs as well.)

Vince: Welcome to the champion circle John. I don't like you, but I respect you. (I could see John's face light up. Vince extended his hand to shake, and John gladly accepted it. It was a huge honor to be respected by Mr. McMahon, and not many men could say that their boss actually respected them.)

John: Thank-you Mr. McMahon.

Vince: Now Trish, I know Randy owned your contract, but you're not done here in the WWE. With Orton out, the Legacy is going to be dismantled. Which means, it's time to get that Women's Championship off of Maryse, and back on you. You held that title for over a year before Orton forced you to lose it. You have been the face of the diva's division for far too long to let you leave. So tomorrow morning, swing by my office before Raw at about 9 am and we'll resign you to a 5 year deal. What do you say? (I felt a smile growing on my face.)

Trish: I say yes.

John: I say no. (I looked at John trying to figure out what he was doing? Who was he to say I couldn't resign with the WWE?)

Vince: And why the Hell not? (John slid his arm around my shoulders and I felt like knocking it off. Why was he trying to tell me what I could and couldn't do?)

John: 9 am you say?

Vince: Yes. Is that a problem Cena? Trish needs me just as much as I need her. I would be stupid not to resign her. So what's your problem?

John: Make that 5 pm and you got yourself a deal. Trish won't be able to make it at 9 am.

Vince: And why not? (John shrugged and looked at me with a smirk.)

John: I'm keeping her up all night. (I felt myself blushing and John pulled me into a quick kiss. And to think I was about to get mad at him. It all made perfect sense now.)

Vince: Very well. 5 pm. See you guys then. (John kissed me some more and I loved every second of it. We left the arena and Vince was smiling after us. By the time we got to the hotel, I was out of breathe and extremely horny. We made out and fooled around during the entire taxi drive back here.)

John opened the door and wasted no time on ripping my clothes off. And when I say rip, I literally mean rip. He tore my brand new Chanel shirt he bought for me today. He kissed my neck hungrily as he worked on getting my pants off. I looked down at my shirt and I felt like crying. I was in love with that shirt, and I think John sensed this.

John: I'll buy you a new one. (He pushed me onto the bed and ripped my pants off along with my panties. A second later, he was inside me. I didn't mind one bit, but I was completely out of breathe. We haven't even been in this room for 30 seconds, and we were already going at it. I kind of missed the foreplay, but this was new and exciting.)

John always gave it to me differently, and I loved it. This kept me surprised and it added a greater deal of lust and fun to things. It wouldn't be half as much fun if he did the same thing every time. I looked forward to the different approaches he would take.

With every pump and thrust, I felt the little bit of air inside my lungs escape. I wanted to keep going because this felt tremendously good, but I couldn't. John knew how to keep my body on edge. He could keep my hanging on the verge of an orgasm forever if he wanted to. And he could make me orgasm in a second. He knew what he was doing and had both of our bodies under control. I knew he liked going for a long time, and I couldn't go through an entire session with John on empty lungs. That could be hours if John wanted it to be, and I think he did. I had to stop him.

Trish: John? (I looked up at him and he had a smirk.)

John: That's right, say my name baby. (He went deep causing me to moan and lose more air. I was going to suffocate if I didn't stop him soon.)

Trish: Wait.

John: Oh, you wanna go all night? Alright, I'll go slow. (He slowed down and I moaned again. One more minute of this, and I'd be breathless. I placed both of my hands on his chest and pushed him away a little bit.)

Trish: Hold on John. (He gave one more thrust and looked down at me with concern as he stopped. I took a deep breathe and he kept it in.)

John: What's wrong? Too sudden? (I shook my head no because I wasn't able to speak right now. I took a few deep breathes trying to get my lungs back to normal. I looked up at him and I could tell he was a bit anxious and worried. I think he could tell what was going on because he smirked.)

John: You see what happens when you skip out on workouts to go shopping and get your hair and nails done instead of hitting the gym. (John was right. We half jogged, half walked our way here all the while making out. Maybe any normal person would get out of breathe from it, but I shouldn't have.)

I had great conditioning and could run for miles on end without getting tired. I knew this was a mixture of nervousness, as well as a lack of stamina that I was out of breathe like this. Even though John and I have had sex a couple of times already, each time felt like the first and I was always nervous about it.

Besides, I have been slacking a little bit lately and I haven't been at the gym as much as I used to be. And it was definitely beginning to show a bit. I hated when John was right, I liked to be right no matter what.

I felt my breathing beginning to return to normal and I looked back up at John. He was standing over me and I was laying on the edge of the bed with my legs around his waist. We were in such a haste when we got in here, John just pushed me on the bed and took it away. We didn't even bother getting in the bed, but I figured John wanted to stand up. It gave him more mobility and control which I knew he liked.

I still couldn't talk because my entire throat and lungs were on fire. I had to wait until they went back to normal and John was patiently waiting. Well, impatiently waiting. I could feel his impulses inside me. He wanted it bad, but he was going to have to wait.

I would love nothing more than to let him have his way with me, but if he did I was going to die from lack of oxygen. Neither of us would want that. I looked into his blue eyes and he was caressing my body with his eyes. I don't think he knew that I noticed this, but I did. I took a moment to survey his body as well and I loved what I saw. He licked his lips and looked back up at my face and our eyes met.

John: Good to go? (I took a second to think about it, and I think I was. My lungs weren't on fire anymore, so I took it as a good sign.)

Trish: Yeah. (John smirked and nuzzled his face against my neck.)

John: It's about time. (He started nibbling and I couldn't help but giggle. With his humor and now his lips on my neck, it'd be impossible not to laugh. He gave a swift thrust inside me making my laughter turn into a moan. He turned his head and put his lips against my ear and thrust inside me again. I couldn't help myself and moaned again. He had a way with himself and as hard as I tried to retain myself, I just couldn't. He had me and my body down pact, and knew what got me excited and what pleased me.)

John: Let's pull an all-nighter. (His voice was soft and hushed against my ear, but I heard him clearly.)

John: A perfect ending to a perfect day. (He placed a quick kiss on my cheek before standing back straight up driving himself into me again. I tightened my grip around his neck and moaned out again while he plunged deeper. He was right. This was a perfect ending to a perfect day.)

THE END