Chapter 4

Trish arrived early in Wilkes-Barre and had two things in mind. First, to find a quiet place in the arena to get in some yoga. And two, grab some food once she was done. When she arrived at the arena, there weren't many wrestlers around. The stage crew was setting up the stage, along with sound and video crews. Finding the empty nook she was hoping to find, she settled in for a 2 hour yoga routine.

After finishing yoga, she walked down the hall, headed to the cafe, hopeful she would find someone that she knew to eat with. Unfortunately, there wasn't a single person that she recognized. As she grabbed a salad and walked over to an open table, a lot of wrestlers nodded and gave her kind hellos. None of the divas were around, which she thought to be strange, but she had heard there was drama in that department as of recently. She really didn't mind anyway. The only diva she really knew was Layla, and she was out with an injury. She had worked with Beth before, but only for one night. So it's not like they were good friends or anything.

"Well, well, well, I guess the rumors were true!" Trish looked up as she heard a familiar, yet deep sexy voice.

"Hi Randy", she said politely.

He sat down across from her with a smirk on his face. He was dressed casual in navy adidas pants and a grey t-shirt. His eyes were as blue as she remembered them to be.

"I never thought I'd see the day when you were back full time! I thought you'd be popping out baby's left and right by now. I must say though, you have all the divas stirred up! It's actually quite entertaining…"

She chuckled slightly; it was nice to hear that the divas were concerned about her return. "Looks like you've grown up a little since I've last seen you", she said, picking through her salad, glancing up slightly to see his reaction.

Back before she retired, Randy had quite the reputation for being a male pig. If he wasn't demeaning the "ring rats", he was demeaning the divas. He was cocky and arrogant, and rightfully so. He was the youngest man to ever win the WWE Championship belt. And his good looks had all the ladies falling at his feet…until he spoke anyway. She only had gotten to work with Randy on a few matches, so their paths never really crossed very much. But he never disrespected her, or even spoke down to her. He always treated her with the respect she deserved, so she returned the favor likewise, however their conversations were never really more than small talk.

"Yes, Trish, I have grown up since you've last seen me. That part of my life is over and I can full heartedly say that yes, I was a punk. And I still can't believe no one beat my ass to put me in my place."

Trish laughed, probably the most free-hearted laugh she's let out in a long time. "Yea, I can honestly say I knew about 5 guys that wanted to punch you in the face, but beings that you were so pretty, they knew better. Vince would have killed them if they ruined your face, considering the ratio of women interested in wrestling about doubled when you came around."

Both of them let out a little chuckle.

"So, why are you eating all alone here? Everyone you know is pretty much gone huh?"

Trish looked around, letting the nostalgia of the past catch up with her yet again. "Yea, it's really different around here. I can honestly say I know like 3 people on the active roster."

He nodded, "It's been a long time Trish. You've been gone for what, like 5 years now?"

"Yup, give or take."

Randy paused for a long second, a quizzical look coming over his features, "So, why come back?"

She shrugged. There was no way she was going to let him in on the main reason that brought her back here. Though it appears as though he had grown up considerably since she last saw him, she wasn't about to give him personal details about herself, even if he was in fact one of the only people she knew. So she lied…somewhat.

"I missed it all. I mean, it was nice getting to relax and not travel every day. It was nice letting my body recover instead of pushing it to its limit, but I got bored. I mean, even opening the yoga studio, something was still missing. I think that something was the spotlight and travelling."

"Yo, Randy, you coming or what?"

Both Randy and Trish turned their attention to Ted DiBiase who waited by impatiently.

Randy turned back to Trish hesitantly, almost as if he didn't want to end their conversation. "Yea man, I'm coming."

Randy turned back to Trish, "I hate to cut this short, but we're gonna hit the gym for a bit."

Trish nodded, "I was just getting ready to find April, Natalie, Celeste, and Beth."

Ted walked over, "Forgive my friend's terrible manners. I'm Ted."

Trish smiled, "Hi, Ted, I'm-" "I know who you are Trish…pretty much everybody does. And most of the guys probably have had a crush on you at one point in time or another."

Trish blushed and laughed, "Well then, it's nice to officially meet you."

Randy rose from his seat, "I'll catch up with you later on. See ya Trish."

Trish nodded, a little surprised with his last statement "Yea, sounds good. Bye Randy."

As he walked away, she couldn't help but check him out. She was amazed at how mature he'd become. He was always built very nicely, but now he seemed to be more defined, not quite as boyish as she used to remember him as. He seemed to be a completely different person, someone whom she could see being good friends with. Though she was still cautious, she decided to have an open mind with Randy.

Let's see how different he truly is…