LIFE IS A BALANCE OF HODLING ON AND LETTING GO.
KEITH URBAN

Everyone who would be at that gym for four in the morning was a familiar face by Randy. Only those that were hardcore in the realm of fitness could be found working out that early. And by looking at her, she definitely was starting to fit into both of those categories.

She had been the first woman that Randy had seen there in ages. To be honest, half of the woman that used to work out didn't even look like something female. But she did. Eyes raking up and down her body once again, Randy took in the site of her toned legs, slim muscular abdomen and equally toned arms. Fit, but still feminine enough. That's the way he liked his women. Was it shallow? Probably. He took fitness seriously though, and felt that if a woman was able to take care of her body than she was able to take care of quite a few aspects of her life with the same passion.

Deciding that sitting there on the free-weights all morning wasn't going to help him meet her, Randy placed them back on the rack and moved over to the treadmill. A few steps away, his grin grew with the anticipation of their first meeting. Of the pickup line that he deemed to be most deserving of the situation. True, he wasn't actually such an ass but it was fun to act like one. "You know, you have to work up a sweat to actually do anything."

Keeping her pace, the woman dropped her head to the side with a grin slipping out of the corner of her mouth. "I was more enjoying the view than worrying about my homework."

"And what view would that be?" Leaning against the front of the treadmill, Randy already found himself intrigued.

Letting out a small chuckle, she seemed to be one step ahead Randy in every way. "I can tell you what it's not. And that would be you."

"Sassy. I like."

Reaching down to lower the controls on her treadmill, the woman came to a stop. "Hmm, I can only imagine. Hell, how about I give you something else to like? You can enjoy what my amazing ass looks like as I walk away because that's about all you're going to be seeing of me."

"You talk as though I'd mind." Randy quipped, his smile never once wavering. It wasn't the first time he had been told off by a woman, and it definitely wouldn't be the last.

"You talk as though I'm going to be around long enough to care." Grabbing her water bottle off of the stand on the treadmill, she hopped off of the machine and began heading towards another section of the gym. Randy, however, was not about to let her go quite so easily.

"What's you're name?"

"You call me whatever you'd like, I won't be around long enough to hear it."

"Alright sexy." Randy grinned, following no more than six steps behind her at any time. He kept quite, watching her watch with such confidence. He briefly wondered if she knew that he was following her, and didn't care. Maybe deep down she was just playing hard to get. The kind of woman who didn't like to be picked up by men, but vice versa.

Watching her head over towards the gymnasium part of the gym, Randy knew it would be his chance. No one every went in there, so it would be just the two of them…alone. The perfect time to get to know her a little more. To get her to see that she really did want to go out with drinks with him.

"I'm not sure if you were aware of this or not, so I'll let you know now. Stalking is illegal." The woman warned, spinning around to come face to face with Randy. Eyes inches away from on another, Randy could have swore he saw a gleam of amusement shining out from deep beneath. "So unless you want the cops arresting your ass and bringing some bad publicity to the WWE, I suggest you back off."

"So you do know who I am then Sexy." Randy found himself surprised yet pleased at the new revelation of their situation. "Which leaves me at a bit of disadvantage because I still don't know who you are. But of course, I'm sure I'd find out when the restraining order comes to my attention."

"You really don't give up do you?" Randy nodded. "Well how about this, then. You have about five seconds to get the hell out of my face before I ensure that there will be no fourth generation superstars carrying the 'Orton' namesake. How is that? Savvy?"

She just seemed to be getting better and better with every passing moment. He was sure that with her attitude, she'd be a minx in bed. Of course it wasn't like he'd be finding that out any time soon. "Hey baby, if it means I'd get to have your hot bod next to mine…you can do whatever your little heart contends."

Biting her bottom lip, the smirk appeared on her face once again. "Whatever?" She took a few steps closer, closing the gap in between the two of them. Running a finger over the material of his shirt, she watched Randy swallow shallowly. "Do you mean it?"

"With my whole heart, Sexy."

Next thing Randy knew, he was down on the floor with a surge of pain shooting up from his groin. She hadn't been kidding when she made her threat. A little harder then he was certain she would have made true with their being no future mini Randy's running around.

Lifting his head up, through the blur of tears forming in his eyes Randy watched her walk away. Though she had managed to do quite a bit of damage to him, and ensure that he wouldn't get laid for the next few days, she had made his desire for her continue to grow. He had never seen a woman stand up to him like she had, and to be honest he wasn't one to settle for something he couldn't have.

"We'll continue this conversation later." Randy whispered, more to reassure himself than anyone else.