|: Queen of Havok...

This was truly what the doctor ordered. With everyone coming to Trish on what seemed like a daily basis for either a match or an Intercontinental Title shot she felt like she was running a race that was never going to end. It was to the point that she hadn’t seen much of her husband or her daughter lately and it was really getting to Trish. Deacon had not only picked up on it but had decided to do something about it. Had taken her to a spa where they would get the chance to relax and spend some time together. After they had gotten changed in their robes Deacon had told Trish that this was her day and they were going to do whatever she wanted to do. She rose her hand up towards her face tapping her index finger against her chin pondering it over. Really everything sounded so good it was hard to decide where to start. She had thought about possibly soaking in a hot tub for awhile but then her eyes caught sight of the massages. She could definitely use one of those and after his strenuous rehab schedule she thought Deacon could use one as well. %Trish Stratus Copes% Well babe I was thinking about maybe about going and getting a nice massage. Lord knows I could use one to relieve some of the stress and you could probably use one to soothe your body after the rehab. %Deacon Havok% If a massage is what you want then a massage is what we’ll do. I told you this was your day to do whatever you wanted. %Trish Stratus Copes% I’m not the only one who could use some time away you know? You’ve been busting your ass day in and day out rehabbing your neck to be able to get back into the ring. I know you want to get in the ring again babe but I don’t want you to run the risk of further injuring your neck. %Deacon Havok% Don’t worry babe, my neck is fine. Trust me. %Trish Stratus Copes% For your sake I hope so. I know how miserable you were when your neck gave out and you had to retire. I know you were trying to hide how much it was bothering you not being able to wrestle take care of whoever was bothering me at the moment, but I know you well enough to know when something’s bothering you. I just don’t want your yearning to get back into the ring to overshadow the fact that your neck still isn’t a hundred percent. %Deacon Havok% You worry too much, you know that? This is supposed to be a day for you to relax and not worry about anything. I’ve arranged for Britney to watch Crystal and Kaylee’s handling things with the company so there is nothing left for you to worry about. So just relax for once. Trish let out a sigh. She knew that he was right but that didn’t make it any easier. After all she was never was the kind to sit back and do nothing, she was always off doing something. %Trish Stratus Copes% I’ll give it a shot but I’m not going to make any promises. I’m not used to taking a day off and sitting around with other people doing everything, you know? %Deacon Havok% I’m more than well aware of that. You haven’t taken a day to sit back and relax since I’ve known you and if it weren’t for me kidnapping you and making you, you wouldn’t be doing it now. %Trish Stratus Copes% Yea, yea, yea, I’m stubborn. So what else is new? I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t stubborn. %Deacon Havok% You’ve got that right. %Trish Stratus Copes% Ha Ha, very funny. You better hope the rehab works and you can get back into the ring cause you wouldn’t last as a comedian. %Deacon Havok% Ouch! That hurt. A few more comments like that and I’m going to fling you over my shoulder again and smack that ass of yours. Trish laughs. %Trish Stratus Copes% Alright, I give. For once I’ll be nice. %Deacon Havok% Well this must be my lucky day. %Trish Stratus Copes% If you say so. %Deacon Havok% Well I do. Now are you going to get that massage willingly or do I have to fling you over my shoulder? %Trish Stratus Copes% I’m going, I’m going. After what seemed like hours the spa representative makes her way back to the desk. Trish was in a rare good mood so she didn’t snap at the poor girl for making them wait so long. As she got the computer ready she asked them where they would like to start. Trish told her that they were wanting a massage. She nods and starts typing away. Moments later she tells them that everything is set up and instructs them to follow her. Trish slides her hand in Deacon’s as they follow the woman into a nearby room. As they make their way inside they are lead over to two long white tables and each handed a towel that was big enough to cover everything that it needed to. They step behind a curtain where they take off the robes they were given and wrap the towels around their bodies. Making their way back out they climb onto the tables draping the towels across their backs as the masseuses get to work Trish closes her eyes feeling the stress melting away. She opened her eyes seeing that Deacon appeared to be enjoying himself just as much as she was. %Trish Stratus Copes% Babe, I am so glad that you talked me into this. I definitely needed this. How is it for you? Trish looks over at him waiting to see what he will say next.

...Trish Stratus