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Characters: Trish Stratus, Edge, Randy Orton, Jericho, Stephanie McMahon, Triple H, Christian, Ric Flair, Vince McMahon, Lita, Dawn Marie, Stacy Keibler, and probably more.


JUNE 2003

Trish Stratus pushed the button on the treadmill, stepping off after it came to a complete stop.  She wiped the sweat off of her brow, satisfied with her workout.  She headed to the locker room, pulling her shirt off as she stepped into the room.  She stripped down and walked into the showers.  When she was finished she got dressed, grabbed her bag and headed back out into the gym.  Making her way to the door, she bumped into another WWE diva, Stacy Keibler.

"Hey Trish!" Stacy said cheerfully.

"Oh, hi Stace… what's up?" Trish responded, smiling at her friend.

"Not too much.  I have to get to working out, I'm supposed to meet Andrew in an hour and a half, and you know how long it takes me to shower and doll myself up," the leggy blonde said.

Trish nodded, "Okay Stace, I'll see you at the show then."  She turned to walk away, but Stacy grabbed her arm.

"Oh wait, before I forget.  I saw Randy on my way out of the hotel… he said he wants you to call him as soon as you get a chance," she said, suddenly recalling her earlier conversation.

"Oh, okay… thanks Stacy.  See you later," Trish replied, waving goodbye to her friend.  She walked out to her rental car, taking her cell phone out of her bag and then tossing the bag in the backseat.  Sitting down in the driver's seat, she found Randy's number in her phone book and pressed send.

"Hello?" the masculine voice called from the other end.

"Hey!" Trish said, smiling as she put the key in the ignition and put the car in drive.

"Hey honey," Randy said.  "What's up?"

"Nothing, I'm just leaving the gym now.  I bumped into Stacy and she told me you wanted me to call you," she answered, pulling out of the parking lot.

"Yeah, I saw her earlier," Randy explained.  "I have awesome news Trish," he continued, excitement clear in his tone.  Trish smiled as she heard how happy he sounded.

"Well, what is it?" she asked eagerly.

"I just got out of my meeting with Vince, and guess what's going to happen tonight when I return?" he asked, grinning.  Trish's grin widened.  Randy had been so excited about coming back from his foot injury… she couldn't wait to see what they had in store for him.

"Suspense is killing me Randy… what is it already?" she asked.

"They're reforming Evolution!" he said happily.  Trish's smile faded… Evolution?

"Oh… that… that's great Randy," she said, though her tone was unenthusiastic.  Randy frowned at the tone of her voice.

"You don't sound too excited," he commented.  Trish knew she should be happy for Randy, but she just couldn't be… not after the way he'd acted the last time Evolution was around.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, the Canadian diva responded, "I am!  Really Randy, I'm so happy for you.  Congratulations."  This time she put on a cheerier tone, much to Randy's approval.

"Thanks babe… I gotta go.  Paul and Ric want to talk to me about the show.  Talk to you later," he said, hanging up.  As she stopped at a red light, Trish sighed.  Here we go again.

Trish Stratus and Randy Orton began dating in the summer of 2002, shortly after he made his WWE debut.  The two instantly connected, and became a couple almost immediately.  For the first couple months of their relationship, everything was perfect.  Randy was a total gentleman, and he really went out of this way to make Trish feel special.  In an industry where she was considered by many to be nothing more than a sex toy, being treated like a lady was a warm welcome to the diva.  Then, Vince McMahon had presented Randy with the idea of Evolution.  In a group similar to the Four Horsemen, he would join forces with Ric Flair, Triple H, and Dave Batista to basically raise hell among WWE.  At first, Trish was just as ecstatic as Randy was… if anyone deserved a push, it was him.  Then, it occurred to her that Paul Levesque would be the leader of the new group.  Trish didn't like Paul at all, especially because of the way he used Stephanie McMahon to buy himself backstage power.  He'd once said that he saw something in Randy, and that he wanted to mold him into something along the lines of a young Triple H.  Levesque was *not* the type of role model that Trish wanted her boyfriend to have.  He was a lying, cheating, backstabbing, no good son of a bitch.  Stephanie had once confided in Trish that she'd known Paul had cheated on her with at least ten women… and that they were only the ones she caught him with.  But Stephanie was so pressured by her father to get married that she couldn't leave him, so she didn't do a damn thing about it.  Trish worried that hanging around The Game too often would cause some of his habits to rub off on Randy.  She loved Randy, and she wasn't going to give him up to Levesque without a fight.

A few weeks into the whole Evolution getup, Trish's fears were somewhat confirmed.  Her boyfriend would party with Levesque, Flair, and Batista every night, stumbling in at all hours.  He wouldn't tell her where he was or what he did.  Then, during a match with the Dudley's at a house show there was a mishap, causing Dave, Bubba, and Randy to all get hurt.  Once Randy was home with a broken foot, everything returned back to normal.  He turned back into his old, sweet self.  No more drinking, no more partying, no more Levesque.  It was a welcome change, to say the least.  Even when Randy came back on the road and began working dark matches, he remained the great guy that Trish had fallen for.  Now that she heard Evolution was getting back together, the tiny diva was beginning to have doubts that Randy's kindness would last.  Please, don't let Paul drag him in too far, she thought.  Trish sighed again, hoping this whole Evolution gimmick would only last for a short while.


Adam Copeland walked down the arena hallway with his best friend Jay Reso and another good friend, Chris Irvine.  The three Canadians were in search of the catering room, as all three of them hadn't eaten in hours.

"Man, I am depressed," Chris declared, throwing his hands in the air.  Neither Adam nor Jay responded, the two Canadians merely laughing and shaking their heads.  When they didn't answer, Chris sent them a shocked look.  "Don't you want to know why?" he asked.  You two better say yes.  Adam sighed… he knew it would be best to humor him.

"Of course I do Chris.  Tell me, why is it that you're so depressed?" he asked, face breaking into a grin.  This should be interesting.

"I need to get laid," Chris said bluntly.  Both Adam and Jay did double takes.

"What?" Jay asked, trying to contain the laughter bubbling inside of him.  Chris's serious expression didn't change.

"I'm not kidding man… I haven't had sex in so long it isn't fucking funny."  That did it for E and C… both blonde men began to crack up at Chris's statement.  Jay grinned, thinking of his wife Denise.

"Well Jericho, I can honestly say that I *don't* have that problem," he replied.  Adam snorted, shaking his head at his best friend.

"Well, I guess we can' all be so lucky, can we?" he commented dryly.  Adam had always sworn that he'd be the one to get married first.  It was nothing against Jay, and he was extremely happy that his friend had found someone, but he'd just always pictured himself settling down first.  Yet here he was, two years after Jay's wedding, still single.

"Yeah Jay… we can't all go home at the end of the week and have a wife to release our tension on, so shut the fuck up," Chris said.  Just then, a thought popped into his head.  "Let's go get smashed tonight," he suggested.  Adam and Jay laughed again, both men thinking of the infamous Blizzard of the Millennium story.

"No way," Jay said, putting his hands up in protest.

"Yeah," Adam added.  "Remember Jerky, last time you made us drink with you I ended up jumping out of a window and wrestling in a mountain of snow with no shirt or shoes on."

Chris pouted, "Oh fine, but I'll remember this the next time YOU need ME for something!"

"Yeah, right… how can there be a next time when there hasn't even been a first?" Jay asked cockily.

The three men turned into the catering room, where Adam caught sight of Trish Stratus.  She was sitting on a couch in the back of the room, with her knees at her chest.  She looked a little upset, and Adam wondered if she was okay.  He kept looking at her, until a hand blocked his line of vision.

"Hey, quit staring unless you plan on actually talking to her," Jay said playfully.  Adam pushed Jay's hand out of the way, silently moving past him.  As he made his way over to Trish, he ignored Chris and Jay's quiet singing, "Trishie and Adam sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G!"  Adam walked over to the couch, stopping in front of it and sitting down next to her.

"Trish?  You okay?" he asked, his voice snapping her out of her daze.

"Oh, hey Adam.  Yeah, I'm fine, I was just thinking about something," she replied.  Adam eyed her with concern.

"Well, do you want to tell me what that something is?  And whether or not I have to beat that something up?" he questioned, grinning softly at her.  Trish smiled, Adam was always such a great guy.  He always did his best to protect and take care of her… like a big brother or something.  She had had a little crush on him in her beginning days with WWE, but Adam just seemed to want to be her friend.  Eventually, Randy came along, and she just decided to push her feelings for Adam out the window.

"Well, the something is kind of Randy," she started, "but I'd rather you *not* beat him up."

Adam winced as he heard the blonde woman mention Orton's name.  It was just a painful reminder that Trish was unavailable.  Ever since she'd made her debut in the WWE, then WWF, he'd developed a major crush on her.  He was absolutely intrigued by her beauty and her amazing personality.  He'd always decided against asking her out because she didn't seem to be the type to date in the business.  To tell the truth, he'd never really been that type either, until she came along.  The two became fast friends and they hung out all the time.  Then, as they became closer and closer, it became clear that she didn't like to date people she was good friends with, for fear of them losing the friendship if it didn't work out.  After about a year after she arrived, Adam realized that he was falling in love with her.  Then he'd found out she was dating Randy Orton.  That had hurt, especially since she was the one who told him about it.  He knew she hadn't meant to hurt him because she had no clue that it *would* upset him, but finding out that Trish *would* date someone in the company by seeing her with someone else didn't settle well with the Canadian.  Still, he was one of Trish's good friends, and he had to help her with her problems, even if they did involve Randy Orton.

"Damn… okay, I won't hurt him… for now," Adam said, grinning playfully.  "So seriously, what's going on?" he asked, genuinely concerned.  Trish sighed, raking a hand through her blonde hair.

"Well, Randy told me that they're putting Evolution, minus Dave because of his triceps injury, back together tonight," she explained.  Adam nodded, understanding right away.  He knew Trish hated it the last time Evolution was around, all because of that damn Paul Levesque.  Adam knew that that man was a parasite, sucking all the power he could from Vince and Stephanie.  Adam couldn't count how many times Trish had called him in the middle of the night to say that Randy wasn't back yet, and he couldn't count all the times he'd wanted to go out and find him and beat the shit out of him for being so stupid as to realize what a great girl he had in Trish.

"Oh, that's not good," he replied, to which she shook her head in agreement.  He looked over at the clock, standing as he realized what time it was.  "I have to go, but call me later if you want, okay?" he said.  She nodded and he patted her on the head, turning and heading back to the locker room.  Well, he thought to himself.  I guess I'll be closely watching Randy Orton from now on.

Should I continue?