Hey Everyone! This is a story I'm trying out let me know what you think. Just to give you a little bit of background. Jennifer (OC)is an English Wrestler who was in OVW at the same time as Randy and others. She's one of the top Divas and is currently on SmackDown! Let me know if you think I should carry on or not. This is my first Wrestling story so all feedback welcome.
Disc: I hate writing these so consider it true for the entire story. I own nothing. It all belongs to the WWE, all except my OC Jennifer.
Chapter 1: Arguments, Confusion and Queens.
Randy Orton wrapped his hands around the mug of hot coffee while tuning in and out of the conversation he was having with one of his friends.
"Randy, you still up for a marathon shopping spree tomorrow?"
"Randy...?" No answer. "…Randy…?" No answer, "RANDALL KEITH ORTON?"
"JESUS CHRIST JENNI!"
Randy was snapped right out of his thoughts by one of his long time best friends. Jennifer Rose Sage.
"Well Randy it wouldn't hurt you to pay attention every once in a while."
"Sorry Jen, what was it you were saying?" Randy asked with a sheepish smile.
"I wanted to know if your still need me for your Christmas shopping tomorrow."
"Yeah…yeah, so definitely still coming with me to St Louis then?"
"As if I would miss out on a chance to see the family. But alas, the Orton abode shall only have my presence for one day." Jennifer said with a theatrical sigh.
"What why?" Randy asked.
"Oh didn't I tell you? I'm going up to see Adam in Tampa. Apparently his slight injury had a set back and he was feeling kinda lonely when I spoke to him on Sunday and he wants my help with a interview segment idea, so he asked if I'd go see him while I was off."
"And you said yes?" Randy sounded scandalised.
"Yeah of course I did. I'm flying up on Thursday."
"By yourself?"
"Yes. Why?" Jenni asked getting a little annoyed.
"Well, it's just……Adam. I mean I know he's your friend and everything but let's face it, the guys scum."
"Randy!" Jenni scolded.
"I don't trust him."
"I know you don't but he's my friend just like you are so your just gonna have to deal with it." Jennifer snapped before briskly walking away from him.
"Jen! Jen! JEN!" Randy called after her but she either didn't hear him or she chose to ignore him because she continued walking away.
Randy was going to go after her but his cell phone started ringing.
"Hello?"
"Oh so you do pick up your phone then!"
"Sam, what's up?"
"What's up? What's up? I'll tell you what's up; I've been trying to ring you all day. Why have a phone if you're not going to answer it?"
"Sam come on. I told ya, I was gonna be working on the Survivor Series match all day."
"Baby, you know I just get so worried when you're not with me and when I can't know what you're up to."
"Yeah, I know you do. What've you been up to today anyway?"
"I was with my sister, Christmas shopping. I bought some great presents for you baby. You know what I want don't you."
"Yeah babe you already told me."
"What are you doing now?"
"I was having coffee with Jen-"
"Argh, don't talk to me about her."
"Sam, you and Jenni are gonna have to get along. She's my best friend."
"I thought I was your best friend."
"Oh babe you know what I mean. Jenni's important to me-"
"More important than I am?"
"Oh for crying out loud Sam! I'm not talking to you when you're like this."
Randy angrily hung up the phone. If his fiancé and best friend didn't find a way to get along soon, he didn't know what he was going to do. He couldn't take many more arguments. Though it was generally Sam who initiated the trouble Jennifer certainly didn't go to any length to tone it down. Jenni was usually very funny about insulting Sam but sometimes the arguments went to far he was sick and tired of it.
Randy was dragged out of his thoughts by Shawn Michaels sitting in the chair that Jennifer had vacated.
"Hi there Randy. Are you okay? You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders."
"Hey Shawn. If the weight of the world equals trying to handle a fiancé and a best friend who hate each-other then yeah, I have got the weight of the world on my shoulders."
"Well I've only met your fiancé, Sam isn't it?" Shawn questioned and Randy nodded, "a few times at events so I couldn't comment properly on her but Jennifer is certainly a different matter. She's a combustible element."
"That's a bit of an understatement." Randy, not wanting to go into the whole situation changed the subject. "Shawn, I didn't really get a chance to ask you before. Are you okay with the finish on Sunday? With me pinning you and everything."
"Oh sure Randy its fine. I like the way it's going to go and look at you, third year in a row as the only Survivor."
They laughed and talked for a few minutes before Shawn said he had some things to take care of.
Randy began walking down to the gym he figured he could do with blowing off a little steam.
Only ten minutes into his weight lifting a head loomed over Randy's position on the bench-press.
"Hey killer, need a spotter?"
John took the weight from Randy and placed it back on the bar before he began speaking.
"So man what's up?"
"Nothing John, I'm good."
"You sure, cos no offence dawg but you look like hell."
"God Cena! You sure now how to make a guy feel better."
"I'm just doin what I do, callin it like I see it. 'Sides you said you were cool, why would I be tryin' to make you feel better."
"Smartass." Randy mumbled before moving over to the leg press.
"Is that how you talk to a champ?" John asked with a smirk.
Randy mock scowled at him for a second before asking him how he was.
"I'm cool, just been working out my match with Kurt. We're gonna go over more spots on Sunday but we got the outline for the match."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, I tell ya man, the amount of referees we're gonna go through should be criminal. It make the Rock/Austin one a few years back look like childs play."
They carried on talking and working out for a while before going up to the canteen to grab a bite to eat.
"So Randy you up for the club tonight?"
"I dunno man I've got an early flight home."
"Well isn't Princess going with ya?"
"Jenni? Yeah she's coming. Why?"
"Well she already agreed to come out so if she can have a night out and catch a flight what's stoppin' you?"
Randy sighed without saying anything but John picked up on the problem.
"Unless of course your soon-to-be ball and chain aint cool with you hanging out with all of us lowly wrestlers." John stated with a smile.
Randy rolled his eyes but John's words had the wanted effect.
"What time?"
"Jenni, can I borrow your mascara? Mines really sploggy." A woman yelled from the hotel room en-suite.
"Yeah no problem Mel. Have you decided between the two shirts yet?"
"The blue one. Which reminds me can I borrow your little blue bag?"
"Sure but you know, you should really learn to pack better. That way you'll have everything you need."
"Yeah but if I did that then you would serve no purpose and you'd be rooming by yourself," Melina responded coming out of the bathroom adjusting the strap on her shirt.
"Which reminds me, why are we rooming together? You usually room with Johnny."
"I know but you know Vince's stand on the whole no rooming together-no nookie thing before a big PPV."
"Yeah but that's never stopped you guys before." Jenni replied with a slight smirk.
Jennifer and Melina's jokey banter was put on hold when a knock on the door knocked cut off Melina's reply.
Melina moved to open the door and saw her boyfriend John Hennigan, AKA Johnny Nitro, standing with John Cena, Shelton Benjamin and Randy Orton.
"Babes, you're early." She said before wrapping her hands around Johnny's neck and kissing him.
"Jesus Mel. PDA! Some people don't wanna see it." Randy mock exclaimed leading the men into the hotel room while Melina and Johnny still oblivious continued kissing in the doorway.
John ignored making a comment on the couple and instead turned his attention to the other women in the room.
"Well Rob Van Dam Princess you look hot! The award for sexiest British Babe ever goes to Jennifer Sage."
"Thank you, thank you. Please no applause," she responded taking a bow.
"Damn straight princess you look good, doesn't she Randy?"
Randy didn't reply as he was too busy running his eyes up and down her body.
She was wearing a black mini skirt that was dangerously short, an emerald green silky halter top that hugged the amazing curves that came with being one of the top woman wrestlers for the WWE. Black high heels added around four inches to her 5ft 6 frame, her long dark tresses were curled slightly and her make-up was smoky which along with the emerald halter she was wearing helped bring out the colour of her startling green eyes.
He was snapped out of his trance when Jenni started talking.
"Virgin Mary Randy, didn't your mother ever teach you it's rude to stare?"
Randy recovered enough to make a snappy comment.
"Well yes she did but you know me Jennifer. I happen to be a religious man and you flaunting your assets are living proof that God was certainly a gifted man."
"You go to one church service after losing a bet and suddenly you're a religious man."
"Ah but the Lord has taught me that gambling is something I should turn my back on," Randy replied. "I mean it doesn't say anywhere in the Bible about Jesus gambling does it."
"Hey if they had poker around in those days I'd bet good money Jesus would be a big player," Jenni shot back.
"You reckon do ya?"
"Oh absolutely, picture it; Jesus and few of his disciples, some of that water he turned to wine. Or maybe games of one-on-one strip poker, just him and Mary Magdalene."
"Ok you two let's keep this fascinating debate about religious strip poker on the back burner," Johnny said apparently he had dis-engaged himself from Melina at some point and wanted to hit the club.
"Yeah come on the limos downstairs."
The group started filing out with Randy bringing up the rear as Jenni walked just in front of him joking with John; he found his eyes travel down her back and over her butt.
Oh praise the Lord, he thought.
The club that the gang found them in was lively but it had quiet corners with tables. Most of the gang went and sat down while Shelton and Jenni went to get the first round of drinks in.
Standing at the bar Jenni couldn't help but notice the sad look in his eyes. Jenni had first noticed in the limo how quiet he was being and now that she had him alone she could ask him what was wrong.
"Shelton mate, are you alright?"
"'Course Jenni. I'm fine," he said with an unconvincing smile.
"I'd say try that again with less enthusiasm but I don't think it would be possible."
He sighed and looked like he was about to give in but then shook his head and mumbled that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Alright. I'll let it go for now but if you need anything give me a shout, yeah?"
He nodded that he would and then picked up one of the two trays of drinks and made way back to the table.
"Ok guys drink up," Jenni said. "Before I drink 'em for you."
Two hours and many drinks later the more than slightly inebriated superstars were having a good time. Johnny and Melina were dancing, John was off 'flirtin with a hunni' at the bar and even Shelton seemed to come out of his bad mood and was dancing with a pretty blonde girl who had approached him earlier.
This left Randy, who generally didn't dance in favour of watching other people make fools of themselves, and Jenni, who had recently come back from dancing with a big gang of men, sitting at the table.
"No way in hell."
"Just because you have no taste."
"Taste! I have taste. I have taste in bucket loads. It's you who hasn't got any taste."
"Excuse me! I've got more taste that you have.
"Well obviously not! Randy you are talking complete bull."
"Hey guys what you two arguing about now?" a returning John asked.
"Well 'Mr Legend Killer' here has bad taste in music."
"Well excuse me but 'The English Rose' or 'English Vixen' as she is known since she became heel," Randy said referencing the nickname that the commentators had given her, "Jenni is the one with bad taste in music."
"Says you. This idiot here," she said pointing to Randy, "honestly thinks that the Red Hot Chilli Peppers are a better band than the Foo Fighters. Can you believe that?" Jenni asked angrily.
"You know what I can't believe? That you two are having this argument……again." John said shaking his head. "Do you guys remember what happened the last time you argued about this? Huh, do ya?
"I snapped all of his Red Hot Chilli Pepper CD's in half, but that only because of what he did to me." Jennifer admitted defensively.
"Speaking of Orton? Do you remember what you did?"
"I undid her bra-strap at one of the joint house shows," he said sheepishly.
"Yes you did……," John said glancing at Jenni who looked angry at the memory of it, "…and that was wrong…," he continued, sounding like a mother disciplining one of her children, "…hilarious, by the way she reacted…," John said losing all credibility in the role of mother, "…but still very wrong."
Randy and John then cracked up at how angry she had been but were stopped after swift slaps on the arm from Jenni who announced she was going to get another drink and stomping off. As soon as she was out of ear shot the two began laughing again.
Jenni stood at the bar mumbling about how Randy and John had no sense of decency before downing her drink and waltzing of to the dance floor.
She had been dancing for no more than five minutes when a hand snaked around her waist from behind. She turned totally prepared to give an earful to whoever was touching her but instead found herself face to face with Randy.
"What?"
"I'm sorry."
"Whatever," she said turning around and starting to move away but he kept a tight hold on her. "I don't get why you're so mad again all of a sudden. I have already grovelled once about it, d'ya want me to do it again."
She remained turned away from him so he decided her not being angry was more important that his pride.
"You're right."
"What?" she said turning her head slightly, better for her to hear him but not so that he could see her smiling face.
She heard Randy sigh, and felt it as well as she got goose bumps on her unclothed back.
"The Foo Fighters are much better that the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. I don't know what I was thinking. You're always right, I'm always wrong and you're the Queen of Everything."
"Damn straight," she said turning back to him with a smirk on her face. "Make sure you don't forget it."
He frowned at her slightly before rolling his eyes.
"Ok then Your Majesty. What does Her Highness want to do then?"
Expecting her to bark a drink order at him she took him by surprise when she wrapped her right arm around his neck. Since his right arm was already wrapped around her waist they were in very close proximity to each other. She ran her free hand through her hair and began to dance.
"Come on my loyal subject. The Queen wants to dance as so she shall." Jenni said with a laugh.
Randy began moving but felt a little uncomfortable. He briefly wondered why, when he has danced her hundreds of times before he suddenly felt different about it.
After about half a minute Randy started to relax and enjoy himself a little more as they moved against each other but he still couldn't shake the idea that something was off. During the second song he pushed it from his mind and focused on having a good time. It was probably just because he had had a few too many drinks or something, yeah that was probably it……probably.
Ok. Like I said at the top let me know what you think and if I should continue or not.
Love Ya! DollFace!