Please Be My One and Only...

Main Characters Nicole (Nikki) Keibler, Randy Orton

Co-CharactersJohn Cena, Trish Stratus, and Stacy Keibler

Disclaimer Of course the story! But I don't own anything trademarked by the WWE and their superstars. But I own Nicole (Nikki).

Chapter One: Epilogue.

"Hey Nikki, can I ask you something?" Randy started to sweat.

"Umm... Gee Orton, do I really have a choice when you already asked me a question?" Nikki laughed. "OK, shoot."

Great... Not she thinks I'm a complete idiot. Now what are my chances of her saying yes? Ugh... I'll just "shoot". Randy thought.

"Can -- no. Umm... Please -- that's wrong. May I -- ARGH!" Randy began to stumble over his own words.

"Are you planning on finishing any of these sentences? Because I have a match in 10 minutes and I have to prepare." Nikki said impatiently as she pointed to her watch.

"Sorry, I'll ask you later. I don't want to take up anymore of your time." Randy blushed out of embarassment.

"Well, when you DO ask me the question, make sure to rehearse it first. It'll save me a LOT of time." Nikki smiled and left Randy smacking himself on the head.

"DAMN ME DAMN ME DAMN ME DAMN ME DAMN ME!" Randy was smacking his head.

"But, OOH... IS SHE FIII-NE!" Randy Orton stood alone backstage after recovering from his psycho moment.

"You checkin' my girl out?" John Cena then came along, annoyingly.

"SHE'S TAKEN AND YOU'RE HER BOYFRIEND!" Randy practically cried while he was screaming.

"Laugh... No, but she's my bef." John snickered.

"What the hell is 'bef'?" Randy asked, not really actually paying attention, but emphasing bef in hand quotation marks.

"BEF means best friend. DAMMIT, none of you get me around here, except Trish but then she's a whole different story. You still want large right?" John hated not being understood.

"Yeah, large will do. Three,I need it.I gotta go, groupies on aisle 12." Randy walked away.

"YO BEF! CAN YOU TAKE A CUTE STRONG ASS KICKING --" John yelled from the service exit to Nikki as she got in her car.

"John, just cut to the cheese next time. Whatever. Get in the car." Nikki ran to John and helped him with his stuff.

"Hey, hey. A woman helping a dude with 2 small bags of luggage makes a man, especially a cute one like me, look like a wimp." John pulled the luggages away from Nikki, which makes her stumble.

"You mean a complete "cute" ass?" Nikki snatched the luggages. "I WIN."

Nikki walked to her car and loaded the luggages. John soon followed and went in the car.

"NIKKI! JOHN! WAIT UP!" Randy yelled across the parking lot.

"OH! Yeah, here. Nikki, hold up, I need to give Randy something." John pulled out 3 small wrappings.

"Thanks man, I owe you. These are LARGE right?" Randy waved the wrappings in the air.

"Yeah, but dude, you're a --" Randy cut John off.

"SSSHHH! Don't let the ladies know." Randy hissed.

"What the... You guys are disgusting." Nikki made a face.

"WHAT?" Both guys asked at the same time.

"Exchanging mm-mm in front of a lady? OK, just wrong. First of all, that's disgusting. Second, it's nasty. Third, this reveals that you're just a bunch of phonies. I know you John, you're a medium, not a large. I heard you tell Trish before, and Orton, don't get me started." Nikki lectured.

"OK, sorry MA'M, OUR BAD." John hugged Nikki.

"Don't hug me when you've got your hands dirty with who-knows-what. Anyway, what was the question you wanted to ask me Orton?" Nikki disgustedly said.

"Ummm..." Orton lost his words again.

"Hey baby, you coming to dance with us tonight?" Groupies laughed and smiled from Orton's car.

"Ummm, I'll rehearse it again and I'll ask you... Umm..." Randy stuttered.

Damn me, I'm losing it again. Randy thought.

"You mean when you see me next time?" Nikki raised an eyebrow. "Later."

Then Nikki and John left the parking lot.

Damn it Randy, what the hell just happened? A totally beautiful, my perfect girl, ugh. Damn, i need to practice this shit. Randy ran to catch up with his groupies.

Not an interesting start I know. I only think of the drama that comes later. But yeah, please vut me some slack, it's my first story! -- bettina isabelle