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Chapter 8
Fucking Beth…wait till I find her. I'm going to fucking kill her! I'm over the shitty, petty attitude. Its time we do away with this shit. Trish lay on the medic table, an ice pack secured over her rib cage. She was fuming and the chill of the ice was not calming her down whatsoever. She's worked stiff matches before...she understood that sometimes thing needed to be real in order to better sell them. However, nothing pissed her off more than not calling moves out there. Every huge move she made out there tonight, she made sure to call it. And Beth did the same….except for that one move. And all it takes is one to do decent damage. The knee to the ribs after the irish whip was enough to knock the wind out of Trish, bruise her ribs, and jar her back nicely as well.
The longer Trish lay there; the more she worked the plan out in her head. She wasn't going to say a word to Beth about it. Nope…but she was going to teach her a lesson….that was a guarantee. Next match with Beth, she would reverse the situation and throw an uncalled move on Beth. 'Let's see how she likes it! I'm a veteran now! I don't take shit from these young bitches! Hunter's done it before, I'm going to follow his lead. They have to learn somehow.'
A deep voice pulled her from her scheming, "Hey, how are you doing? I saw that bump…was pretty rough."
Randy walked in the room and sat next to her. Are you sure you still want to get out of here tonight?"
Trish nodded fervently, "Absolutely. Cause if I see her, I may kill her."
Randy laughed, "Ok killer! I got your things. I had Nattie get them out of the locker room for me. Did you want to shower or are you ready to go now?"
"I'll just shower when we get there…if you can stand smelling me the whole car ride that is." Trish joked, throwing an elbow at Randy, lightening her mood with a smile.
'She smells amazing, even after a sweaty match.' "I'm sure I can endure it," he laughed out. If anything, he'd have more trouble not allowing her sweet scent to captivate him.
The car ride was silent for the first 20 minutes or so. Randy watched Trish out of the corner of his eye. She was gazing out the passenger window and he could tell her mind was running in overdrive but he wasn't sure who, or what was consuming her thoughts.
"So...do you want to talk about whatever is on your mind?"
Trish glanced over at Randy and chuckled lightly, "I'm plotting my revenge."
"Plotting your revenge?" Randy chuckled, "Against Beth I'm assuming?"
"Yes! Against Beth! She didn't call that knee to the ribs! That's not right!"
Randy could tell Trish was fired up and couldn't help but laugh, 'She really doesn't play the bitch role very well.' There are some women who can be a sweetheart and then turn into a bitch at the drop of the dime. Trish wasn't one of those women. She was a sweetheart all the time...to everyone, even the people that don't deserve it.
"Ok, you could go two ways with this. You could go the Undertaker route, or the Triple H route."
Trish nodded, "Hunter's route...that's the way I want to go! He taught you a lesson didn't he?"
Randy smirked, "I guess everyone heard about that huh? Yes, Hunter's method is effective... I definitely learned my lesson, but is that really the way you want to do things?"
"Did you respect him after his beat down on you?"
Randy nodded, "Yes, I respected him, but I have way much more respect for Mark than Hunter."
"What exactly is Mark's method?"
"Mark will confront you about your mistake, tell you what you did wrong, explain why it was wrong, and then give suggestions on how to improve on it…"
"Hmm…..sounds boring…."
"Maybe…but if you blow off his advice and make the same mistake again, you better believe Mark will beat you down for it. The only difference between the two is Mark earns your respect by trying to help teach you, while Hunter demands your respect by beating you down so you know never to do it again."
Trish glanced back out the window, "When did this turn into a lecture, because that's what it feels like right now…"
Randy shrugged, he did feel like their conversation was turning into a lecture, but he was only trying to help. "Look, all I'm saying is that you're in a story line with Beth for at least the next few months. You can try to clear the tension between the two of you, or you could make it even worse. It's your decision to make, and I'll support you in whichever one you choose."
Trish thought about what he said and decided that he was right. Getting back at Beth was not the way to go. She needed to clear the tension between them. Truth be told, she really did admire Beth. The diva's division had fallen apart since Trish's departure. Beth and Nattie seem to be the only two really holding it together.
And like a flash of lightening it hit Trish. She had finally found something to focus on other than Ron. It's not that she wasn't interested in fixing her relationship with Ron, but instead of dwelling on it like she's been doing for months now; she can focus on her newly realized goal: saving the women's division.
"Thanks Randy, I think you're right about the Beth situation. I'm going to fix it the right way. I also think you just gave me meaning to my return."
Randy looked at her and smiled, "That's a rather large compliment to throw my way." He didn't know what she meant by her comment but it seemed as though the old Trish that he remembered was starting to make a comeback.
"But in all honesty, I'm glad I was able to help you find meaning. The Trish that returned to the WWE was not the Trish I remembered…until now that is."
She thought about that for a few minutes and realized that he was right. When she came back to the WWE, she felt lost…like she didn't have a purpose for being there other than to try and save her marriage. But now, that's all changed. Though her failing marriage is what brought her back, she's found a reason for returning. She thought back to the days when she first signed with the company. She set her goal to be one of the best women's wrestlers to ever grace the WWE; to make a name for herself and change the way women were viewed. And she definitely achieved it.
"What meaning did I help you find exactly?"
Trish chuckled, telling Randy that she was going save the women's division sounded a little ridiculous…like something a super hero would say. "I'm going to help the other diva's improve their wrestling skills."
Randy glanced at Trish, excitement beamed from her face. He thought it was a great idea. The women's division was close to being written off. Trish's idea may just be the kick start it needs and may revive it to what it used to be.
"Will you work with me and teach me some new moves? I want to add a few more to my regimen and get rid of some of my older over-used ones."
"Trish, I'll help you however I can. Whatever you want, you got!"
They arrived in Tallahassee a little after 1 AM and checked into the hotel. They managed to get rooms just a few doors down from each other. Trish couldn't wait to get in her room, take a shower, and get some sleep. She had plans tomorrow morning to do yoga at the gym and get over to the arena early. She needed to have a long discussion with Beth and then she needed to pull AJ, Beth, and Nattie together to go through a dry-run of the match.
"So do you think we can hit the gym early tomorrow morning?"
Randy nodded, letting out a little yawn, "If that's what you would like to do. Not too early though…like 9ish ok?
Trish giggled, "Yes, 9 is fine. We can even squeeze in a quick breakfast if you'd like."
"Absolutely! I'll see you tomorrow morning at 9." Randy said, walking Trish to her door.
"Good night Randy. Thanks for the talk tonight…I owe you."
Randy flashed his signature smirk, "Oh yes you do! Don't worry; I won't let you forget it! Good night Trish."
As she closed her room door, he hesitated before walking away. 'She really is the total package…beautiful, smart, driven, well spoken, sexy, and yet cute at the same time. What the hell is wrong with Ron?'