A/N: Yeah, so this is like the only fic I can update at the moment because I have absolutely NO ideas for the others so I'm sorry to everyone who wants me to update Only in Your Mind and Incomplete but I just can't. I don't have any ideas. Anyway, hopefully I'll be able to write SOMETHING for those fics soon because I haven't updated since August. I hope you all like this update and I'm glad you like the fic!
I WISH I owned the characters in this story because I'd be in some tropical place sitting on the beach with a drink but Vince owns it all… damn…
Chapter Three: And The Paranoia Sets In
"How… how did you get in here!" Trish stammered, backing away from young Randy Orton. Her eyes were wide with surprise, staring at the youngest Evolution member.
"It's not that hard to manipulate a fan woman, Trish. She willingly gave me the room number and key card to this room." He replied nonchalantly, seating himself on her plush couch. Trish narrowed her eyes at him, wondering why the hell he was in her hotel room.
"Get the fuck out, you bastard!" Trish yelled. Randy had been facing the TV but his head slowly turned towards her with a smirk set upon his lips.
"Not until we talk, Stratus." He raised his eyebrows at her and Trish wanted nothing more than to slap that cocky ass grin off of his face. She crossed her arms across her chest and sneered.
"You know, you cocky ass punk, Stacy's at the club with John Cena. You may want to go get your walking STD back because I sure as hell am NOT going to let you talk. Maybe Stacy will want to hear you out." Trish spat. Randy chuckled and rolled his shoulders, putting an arm around the back of the white leather couch.
"I told her to go have fun. I said I had some business to attend to. So, I just want to talk about our storyline and I'll be on my way…" He gave her an almost pleading look and Trish clenched her teeth together.
"Fine, but make it quick. I'm tired, and I want to go to bed." She hissed. Randy laughed and looked her up and down once before locking his eyes on her chest. Trish grabbed her brush and threw it at him, hitting his chest.
"Either look me in the face or get the hell outta here!" Trish exclaimed, her voice raising an octave. Randy rubbed the back of his neck, looking towards the TV again.
"This storyline means a lot to me, and I don't need a bitch like you messing it up so do your job professionally and stop acting like the bitch you are. I am trying to make a difference and you're just going to hold me back if you act like a fucking five year old so get over it Trish, because we'll be working together for about four months." Randy narrowed his icy blue eyes at the Toronto native, causing Trish to glare at him. Their eyes met in an unspoken challenge and Randy stood up.
"Like I give a fuck about you wanting to make a difference or if this means a lot to you! I am a professional, unlike you, and I know how to make my own character so I don't need your advice. I've been in this business longer than you, Orton, and I'll be damned if I let a young, arrogant son of a bitch boss me around. Oh, and I'm not acting like the five year old, you are. So get the fuck out of my hotel room before I call security!" Trish pointed towards the door, keeping her cold eyes locked on his. Randy smirked and straightened his suit out before walking to the door and turned around, glancing at the blonde bombshell.
"See you on Monday, Stratus." He then walked out, leaving Trish in a fit of rage. Her anger since leaving Eric's office had been boiling inside of her and after his talk; she was outraged by the audacity of the man that hailed from St. Louis.
NEXT MORNING
Trish awoke to an annoying pounding coming from the door. She rolled out of her warm bed and rubbed her eye, opening the door.
"Thank God you're awake!" Amy exclaimed, pulling Trish out into the hallway.
"Yeah, courtesy of the Queen of Extreme." Trish retorted. Amy then realized Trish still had on her pajamas and wasn't even ready for the meeting Vince planned.
"Did you forget about the meeting in an hour? You've got to get ready Trish, because we can't be late for another meeting or we get suspended for two days." Amy pushed the blonde diva back inside of the room and closed the door, calling from the other side.
"I'll be back in forty-five minutes and you'd better be ready!" She then went back to her room where Adam was waiting for her.
Trish groaned and locked the door though she knew no one was going to come in. Trish walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower, not bothering to wash her hair because it'd take her too long to style it. She wrapped a towel around her wet body and walked out into the apartment. She walked into the living room to get her suitcase and screamed when she saw Paul sitting on her couch.
"What are you doing in here!" She asked in a high pitched voice. Paul snickered and stood, walking towards Trish. She backed up until her back was pressed against the cool wall and she gasped when she felt him pressed against her.
"Randy gave me the key card. Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He flicked a piece of blonde hair away from her face and smirked.
"Well… get out." Trish's voice wasn't as strong as before when she felt something poking at her through his dress pants. She then realized half of her chest was sticking out over the towel that was wrapped securely around her.
"I heard about you and Randy last night, and I wanted to deliver a personal message of my own…" Paul grabbed her face in one of his hands and forced her to look up at him. Trish flinched as his fingers dug into her delicate skin on her cheeks and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Listen to me, you little bitch, you're not ruining this for Orton. I've worked hard for him to get this far and you're not messing it up. If you do then you might want to watch your back, because you never know who may be behind you…" He then released her, flinging her halfway across the room. Trish stumbled and fell onto the bed, hugging the towel around her. Paul chuckled evilly and walked out, leaving a stunned Trish behind to wonder how the hell she had gotten into this situation.
Shaking, she stood and got dressed in some matching white velour sweatpants and jacket. Her thoughts weren't traveling far from the threat Paul had made minutes before. Though she knew no one else was in the room she still glanced over her should as she put on her make up. She jumped and twisted half way in her seat when someone knocked on the door. Praying it was Amy; Trish walked over and opened the door slowly.
"Come on, we're going to be late!" The redhead exclaimed, pulling Trish out the door. Trish barely had time to close her door when Amy began to pull her down the hallway where Adam was waiting for them. He grinned at Trish and snaked his arm around Amy's waist. They got into the elevator and Trish pressed the 'L' button, grabbing onto the hand rail as they moved down. Once the door opened they stepped out and Trish froze, seeing all of Evolution standing near the exit.
"Trish? Can we please get a move on! The meeting is in, like, fifteen minutes!" Amy urged, getting slightly annoyed with all the stops. Trish swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat and looked over at her friend, nodding slowly. She then remembered she hadn't told anyone about her upcoming storyline with Evolution.
"Yeah, let's go." She responded quietly, her eyes never leaving the group of large men near her only escape. She walked forward, trying her best to hide herself from them. But she never went unnoticed by Evolution. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, Trish saw Dave whisper to Randy whose head immediately snapped towards her. Trish narrowed her eyes at him, and then trained her eyes over to Paul. A smirk was playing across his lips, and a chill ran down her spine. She didn't know why, but his threat scared the shit out of her.
Once outside, Trish turned her head to look back at them and saw only Randy watching her. She then turned around, almost bumping into Amy who stood in front of her with her hands on her hips. Trish backed up, surprised to see her friend standing there when just a second ago she was walking besides her, talking to Adam happily.
"What's going on, Blondie? And why is Randy Orton watching you?" Amy nodded in his direction causing Trish to close her eyes and sigh. She didn't want to say it here. Amy would go ballistic. After what Paul did to her wrist, she wasn't sure how the Sanford native would take the news.
"Uh…well, I'm kind of…" Trish paused to think about the words she should choose to say.
"Spit it out, Trish!"
"I have a storyline coming up that involves Evolution. I'm supposed to be Randy's love interest and… that's how he's going to break away from Evolution, but not before winning the World Heavyweight Title. And then I have to work with that fucking whore Candice Michelle and she's actually going to beat me a few times!" Trish then went on and on about how Candice deserved nothing more than to be fired until she noticed Amy's eyes darting behind her. Trish turned around, seeing Candice standing there.
"Slut, huh? At least I haven't slept with half of the locker room!" Candice screeched, making one of those disgusting faces she always made. Trish rolled her eyes.
"It's called a fucking storyline, dumb ass, and that doesn't count as being a slut. You are what I consider a slut… I mean, look how you dress!" Trish pointed out, observing the brunette's tasteless mini dress, her chest practically hanging out of it.
"Well… shut the hell up!" Candice screamed, her face twisting in anger. Trish chuckled, shaking her head as she turned and walked away. She ignored the very rude comments Candice yelled to her and got into her car with Amy and Adam climbing into the car next to her.
"See you at the meeting…" Trish then drove off, her stereo blasting. As she drove by the entrance to the hotel Trish failed to notice that one of the members of Evolution was not standing in their group.
MEETING
Trish's head nodded forward, her eyes closed. Then she jumped, her head snapping back up. She almost always dozed off in one of Vince's meetings. He was a very good speaker, but it was basically the same shit over and over again. Then he began to call out the storylines. Trish always got embarrassed when he did this, because most of her storylines were with new bitches that didn't deserve to be anywhere near a wrestling ring.
"And the last, and probably most important storyline, is between Trish Stratus and Evolution." Trish drowned Vince out after he said that. She felt everyone's eyes on her and heard a few whispers from behind. She turned to see Candice and Torrie whispering, Candice doing most of the talking. Trish glared at them before facing Vince again.
"Now, with that said, the meeting is over. Go home and have a nice rest because on Monday, there's a lot to be done." And with that, the boss walked away. Trish sighed and slumped in her chair, seeing everyone was scrambling to get out of the small room. She hung back, waiting until everyone had left. Just as she was about to leave she saw someone enter and smiled the best she could.
"Hey Chris…" She gave him a small wave, and got one in return. He stood with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you yesterday, it's just that I didn't want you to get mad and do something stupid… like you're known for doing." Trish said quickly, trying to make things clearer on why she didn't tell one of her friends what was wrong.
"It's fine. I just want to let you know that if they do anything to you that puts you in physical pain, I'm coming after every single one of those bastards." A crazy grin spread across the older Canadian's face and Trish giggled.
"Okay, Chris. But, there is some… manhandling in my script." She informed him. Chris sighed deeply, and held out his arm which she looped hers through his and began to walk towards the exit.
"I won't hurt them for what they do in the storyline, but if anything happens outside of it, you'd better tell me and I'll be on their asses." Trish couldn't help but smile at this. Chris was such a kind person. But then a frown set upon her face as she thought back to the threat Paul had given her earlier that day.
"Well, I'd better get back to the hotel because my flight back home is at nine." Trish said as they reached her car.
"Give me a call when you get home, okay? I just want to know you're safe." His voice didn't have that tease in it as he said those words. He was being so caring, so big brother-y and it made Trish want to cry. She nodded and gave him and hug and a kiss on the cheek before getting into her car. Trish drove back to the hotel and got to her room in a matter of seconds. The threat Paul had given her was starting to sink in, as was the paranoia.
"Get it together, Stratus. He was only bluffing…" She said aloud as she packed her things. Looking at the clock, she saw she needed to get going. Trish hesitated at the door for a moment, remembering how dark it was in the hallway. She twisted the doorknob slowly, her heart pumping faster as she walked into the dim hallway. It seemed darker than before to Trish as she made her way towards the elevator. Her pace quickened and she glanced over her shoulder, making sure no one was there.
Once inside the elevator with the doors closed Trish felt safe again. She leaned against the railing and closed her eyes, letting go of the breath she had been holding. When the doors opened and stood in the corner for a second, looking around the almost empty lobby. Stepping out, she saw John sitting on one of the couches with Candice Michelle. Trish's eyebrows furrowed in anger and she stared at the two for a moment. They were so close, and John was whispering in her ear. Scoffing, Trish walked passed them, not even glancing his way when she knew John was watching her. She walked out into the cool night air, her eyes scanning the parking lot.
Thinking of what Paul had threatened earlier, a chill went down her spine. The tone of his voice was so serious, so not like his usual teasing tone. She began to wonder if he meant what he said he was going to do. Getting even more paranoid, she spun around to see if someone was following her. Luckily, the hotel parking lot was empty except for the dim streetlights that shone on the black pavement. She got into her car quickly, driving away. She looked into the rearview mirror to see if she could get into the other lane and screamed at what she saw.
Two eyes other than hers stared at her intently in the mirror and she spun around to find her face inches away from Randy's. She slammed on the break and got out into the moving traffic, backing away from the car. Randy emerged from the still vehicle and smirked at Trish who was extremely pale and shaking.
"Scared ya, huh?" He inquired, leaning against the car. Horns were beeping at the two who had stopped all traffic. The curious on lookers then saw nothing important was happening and they drove around them. Tears built up in the blonde bombshell's eyes and she begged them not to fall, though fall they did. She leaned against a lone stop sign and breathed heavily, the tears still rolling down her cheeks. Never had she been so scared in her life.
"Trish?" Randy asked, stepping towards her. He didn't mean to make her cry. Only startle her, and play around. Not that they were friends or anything, but he wanted to get her to lighten up a bit. "Uh… sorry… I just wanted to see what you'd do…" Randy apologized sincerely. Trish glared at him through the tears and walked towards him.
"You God damn son of a bitch! How dare you do that to me!" She slapped him across the face at lighting fast speed.
"Ow… what'd I do?"
"Oh, like you don't know! Fuck off, Orton!" Trish then climbed into the vehicle, driving off quickly. Randy stood on the sidewalk in shock, wondering why she reacted like that. He knew he could scare her, but he didn't know why she burst into tears, or what she was talking about. Then it came to him. Someone had said something to the blonde diva.
Trish drove away as quick as she could, wiping her eyes vigorously. She made it to the airport minutes later, her red eyes searching for a place to park. Taking in a sharp breath, she found a spot and got out of the car. As she walked into the airport, she didn't notice the blue Honda Accord sitting by the entrance. And she also didn't notice the person sitting inside, staring at her with a smirk set upon his face. He was determined to make life a living hell for Trish Stratus.
A/N: Any guesses? Well… this chapter isn't my favorite, but whatever. I hope you guys like it! Every time I post something I get nervous because I don't know how you guys are going to respond! I'm sure some of you could guess who it is, but it may surprise you. Anyway, reviews are always appreciated!
Preview:
"I can't believe my storyline is starting today! They give me no notice at all! Eric said I wouldn't be starting for a few more weeks!" Trish yelled, slamming her fist into the locker room wall. Amy grabbed her friend's arm, trying to pull her into the seat next to her.
"Trish, calm down. You'll be fine. Just look over your script and do it. Then it'll be over with and we can go hang out. Okay?" Amy's eyes pleaded with Trish to calm down, and Trish fell into the seat next to her, rubbing her temples.
"I can't believe this. No way in hell am I letting that bastard touch my ass!"