New Jorish story. No wrestling storyline.

SUMMARY: Trish has just moved to Boston to start a new job with her BFF, Amy. Amy introduces her to her new boyfriend, Phil and their friends, Randy, Torrie and John. Amy wants to set Trish up with John. However, Trish and John do not need the help from their friend.

CHARACTERS: Trish/John, Amy/Punk, Randy/Torrie Wilson, with more.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing!

Chapter 1

"Hey Trish, you want to come to the gym with me?" My best friend and new roommate, Amy Dumas asked, popping her head in my bedroom.

"Yeah, that would be great," I said. I hung a dress up in the closet. I had been unpacking boxes most of the day. I then went over to a box looking for workout clothes.

"Five minutes," Amy said.

"Got it," I replied.

I pulled out a sports bra, Capri sweatpants and a tank top. I changed into all of that. Then I sat on my bed, putting socks on my feet, along with my sneakers.

It had been a long few days for me and I could use a gym workout. I had just moved to Boston, Massachusetts and was still getting settled in.

I packed a gym bag real fast and then headed out into the living room. Amy was sitting on the sofa putting her shoes on.

"Phillip is going to meet us there," She said.

I chuckled. That was her boyfriend. Amy and I had been friends since sixth grade. I had moved from Canada to Atlanta, Georgia where she was from. The both of us were attached at the hip most of the time. We had been through middle school, high school, and college together. We both had gone to Georgia State University. We both got a Bachelor of Interdisciplinary Science degree in Law and Society. We both were paralegals/legal assistants.

Amy had moved to Boston a couple months ago, because the firm she worked for opened a branch and she was offered a job. As it turned out they needed a few other paralegals/legal assistants. Amy mentioned me and I was contacted. I went for an interview and I got the job.

"I can't wait to meet him," I said. "You have talked nonstop about him since you met him."

"I want to introduce you to one of his friends," Amy said.

"Oh, playing matchmaker already, Aims?"

"Yes, I am. You'll like this guy, though."

"Whatever you say, Amy."

"Come on," Amy said.

We then headed out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, Amy and I were walking into Boston Health and Fitness.

"I got you set up with a gym membership already," Amy said.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yep. We've been friends for over a decade, Trish."

I smiled. "You are great."

"You just need to sign some forms, though."

"Works for me."

"Hi Amy," The woman at the front desk said.

"Hi Torrie," Amy said. "This is Trish."

"Oh, hi, Trish," The woman said. "I'm Torrie Wilson. I'm a friend of Amy's."

"Oh, cool," I said.

"Yes, I was able to start the process of a gym membership for you. I just need you to fill out some forms."

"Sure."

Torrie grabbed a set of keys and then headed over to a filing cabinet. She unlocked it and pulled something out. She then relocked the cabinet.

"I set this aside with my own personal things," Torrie said. "I just need you to fill everything else in. Amy paid for your first month as member here." She gave me some forms and a pen.

"My welcome present," Amy said.

"Thanks," I said. I started to fill out the forms then.

"Have you seen Phillip?" Amy asked Torrie.

"Yes, he's lifting weights with Randy and John," Torrie said.

"Who are Randy and John?" I asked.

"Phillip's friends and one is Torrie's boyfriend," Amy said. "I want her to meet John."

"Oh," Torrie said. "You'll like him, Trish. He is my boyfriend, Randy's best friend."

"Whatever you say," I said. "So are you a receptionist?"

"No, I'm a personal trainer and nutritionist. I bunch of us work the desk."

"Fun."

"That is how I met, Phillip actually," Amy said. "He was working the desk the first time I came in."

I laughed.

"She loves to call him Phillip, but he refers Phil," Torrie said.

"Yeah, she told me."

I finished filling out the forms while Torrie and Amy had a little chat. When I was done, Torrie took everything and got me set up.

"Okay, here is an information packet about the gym and our membership. There is a list of classes that we offer. We have some yoga classes if you are interested. Amy told me that was one thing you liked," Torrie said.

"Yeah, I love yoga," I said.

"Great. The women's locker room is right down the hall so you can put your gym bag in your locker."

"Great. I'll do that. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Torrie said.

Amy and I then headed to the women's locker room. We both put our bags away. We then headed back out. We had sports drinks in hand.

"There you are," A male voice said.

I looked over to see a guy standing at the front desk. He had dark short hair slicked back. He was wearing a T-shirt and mesh shorts. He also had tattoos on his arms, along with a lip ring on the left side of his bottom lip.

"Hey," Amy said.

I smiled as she walked up to him and gave him a hug and quick peck on the lips.

"Phillip, I want you to meet my oldest and dearest friend, Patricia Stratigias. Trish, meet my boyfriend, Phillip Brooks."

"Hi," I said, shaking his hand.

"It's nice to meet you finally," Phil said.

"You too. My girl has talked nonstop about you since your first date."

"Yeah, she talks about you all the time too. It's always Trish this and Trish that."

I smiled. "Well, we have been friends since we were eleven, twelve."

"Let's go workout then," Amy said.

"Yes, please," I said.

"Need to workout some stress?" Phil asked as all three us headed into another part of the gym.

"God, yes, my parents were not thrilled about me moving all the way to Boston."

"What do you want to do?" Amy asked me.

"Anything with dumbbells."

"Good choice," Phil said. "My friends are nearby."

"Yes, I have to introduce you to John and Randy!" Amy said.

"You are hell bent on setting them up, aren't you?"

"Yes."

I chuckled. Amy was always hell bent on setting me up with anyone.

The three of us walked over to the weights. There were some guys bench pressing weights or doing typical curls. One guy was lifting weights on a weight bar while doing squats. He was building strength in his back. I was very impressed.

"Ooh," I said, watching him.

Amy and Phil looked to where I was looking.

"That's John," Amy said.

"Really?" I said.

"Mm-hmm."

I smirked. I liked strong men, or who could at least hold their own in a fight. This guy was definitely strong, because of all the weight he was lifting.

"I see you found her," Someone said.

I looked to see who was speaking. It was another male. I assumed him to be Randy.

"Yes, I found her and her friend," Phil said.

"Hi Randy Orton," He said, holding his hand out to me.

"Patricia Stratigias, but just call me Trish," I said. Randy had sleeve tattoos like Phil did. He had a lightly shaven head of brown hair.

"It's nice to put a face to name, isn't it, Randy?" Phil said.

"Yeah, whenever Torrie and I double with him and Amy, all she does is talk about you," Randy said.

I smiled. "Well, I'm glad she has some other friends. She and I double dated a lot in high school and college."

"That's nice. You'll have to tell us all her dirty secrets," Phil said.

"Anytime, Phillip."

Randy and Amy laughed.

"Please do not call me that. These guys are always teasing me about it."

"And why shouldn't we?" Another male said.

I smiled. It was John.

"Trish, this is John," Amy said. "John, this is Trish." She kept looking from him to me.

"Hi, John Cena," He said.

"Patricia Stratigias, but you can call me Trish," I grinned.

"Nice to meet you, Patricia. Welcome to Boston."

"Thanks. It's nice to be here."

John smiled. He then went back to his workout.

I looked at Amy with a grin. She smiled back at me. She whispered something to Phil. He shook his head.

I did a little stretching before grabbing some dumbbell weights and doing lunges with them.

"Hey Randy, spot me will ya?" I heard John say.

"You got it," Randy replied.

I looked over at him. He lay down on a bench underneath a bar. I saw there were weights already on them. He grabbed hold of the bar, as did Randy.

I watched as John lifted the bar off. He then pushed the bar up. Randy made sure he was okay lifting it the first few times before pulling his hands back. Amy was doing the same thing John was, but with a lighter load and Phil spotting her.

I stopped my exercising and watched John. Randy counted reps for him. I couldn't help but smile.

"There you go, man. Keep going," Randy said, cheering his friend on. John was slowly down. "One more, John. One more…There you go."

Randy helped John put the bar back on the bench rack. John sat up and rolled his shoulders a little to stretch them out. He looked over at me suddenly.

I blushed, looked away and did another lunge.

"I saw that, Patricia," John said.

I ignored him.

"What she do?" Randy asked.

"She was watching me," John said.

Randy laughed.

"So Trish," Randy said.

"Yes," I said.

"Amy says you're originally from Canada."

"Yes, I was born there, but moved to the good old US of A the summer before I started sixth grade."

"So are you and your family legal US citizens now?"

"Yes, we all are. I'm proud to be an American."

"Amen to that," John said.

"Yeah, John's our patriot here. He is a police officer."

"Really?" I said.

"Yes," John smiled.

"Well, I do love a man in uniform."

I couldn't believe I had said that. I blushed again. John just smiled and blushed too.

"What do you do, Randy?" I asked.

"I'm a personal trainer here too."

"Lots of personal trainers."

"It's the only thing that really sparked my interest," Randy said.

"Me too," Phil said.

Amy had had her fill of lifting weights. I could see it in her face.

"What do you do, Trish?" John asked.

"The same thing as me, dumby," Amy said.

"Right, right. So we're both in the law field. I get the bad guys and you assist the lawyers."

"Yes, I do. I love it."

"Amy has told me all what she does. I have a higher respect for her for it. The paralegals do most of the grunt work while the lawyer just defends a client."

"Yeah, we help the lawyer build a case with their clients."

"Fun."

"It is actually," I said.

John smiled at me. He saw that I loved to do what I do. I did.

A half an hour later, all of us were done working out and ready to leave. I had a nice conversation with John, Randy and Phil. They told me about themselves.

John had four brothers, one older and three younger. His parents were divorced, but were better that way. He was twenty-six years old.

Randy was twenty-five. He had a younger brother and sister. He was from St. Louis, Missouri. His parents were still married and happy as ever.

Phil was twenty-six. He had a younger sister. His parents were married still. He also did not smoke, drink, or any kind of drugs. He was straight-edge. Amy told me later on that his dad was a recovering alcoholic.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Trish," Randy said. "I'll see you again soon."

"Yes and with Torrie," I said.

"Yeah, she'll be your new best friend."

I smiled.

"I enjoyed meeting you too, Patricia," John said.

"Likewise," I grinned.

"Wednesday evening," Amy said. "We'll all go out to dinner and then clubbing."

"Sounds great. I actually have Thursday off. So I can stay out late," John said.

"Awesome."

"Later, Patricia."

I smiled. Randy and John were both gone then.

"Oh, my God!" I said.

"Someone likes you," Amy said. "He was flirting with you nonstop. You were doing the same thing."

"You better watch out, Amy," Phil said. "John might be asking Trish out by the end of the night on Wednesday."

"That's the plan!"

I laughed

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