February 04, 2013

"Fuck," a female voice growls.

Opening my eyes, I find a smaller silhouette sitting up from a bench across the room. Apparently I'm not the only one that had the idea to hide out in this empty locker room.

"Can't even get five minutes to myself anymore. What the fuck did I get myself into?"

The room is flooded with light as the door is yanked open before slamming shut and bathing me in darkness again. I resume my light doze when a light knock sounds.

"Occupied," I call.

"Why am I not surprised," Colby's voice asks as the lights overheard flicker to life. "Alone in the dark as usual."

"I'll have you know I was just in the company of a woman. You just missed her."

"Don't care. Creative wants to see all three of us before we head out for our segment later. Joe is waiting in catering. Let's go. We'll grab something to eat then head to the offices."

"Fine," I sigh, sitting up. "Do we know what they want to talk about?"

"Not a clue," he smiles.

The door flies open as soon as I touch the handle and my arms are filled by a familiar blonde.

"Dani," I sigh, allowing her to fall to the floor, "nice to see you still enjoy fucking in the arenas. Stephen," I nod, sidestepping the Irishman, "try against a locker. That really gets her going if I remember right."

"You're an ass, Jonathan," Danielle growls from the floor.

"Never claimed not to be."

Colby chuckles beside me as we make our way down the hall. I keep my eyes downcast to avoid having to have a conversation with any of my co-workers.

"Don't touch me," a voice growls and my eyes snap up at the familiarity. The voice holds my attention to the woman standing across from Randy Orton ahead of us. She is dressed simply, I notice, allowing my eyes to drift up her body from the black running shoes and bright orange laces, painted on jeans and a Viper t-shirt. The shirt is obviously one of Randy's as the sleeves fall just past her elbows and looks at least three sizes too big. The bottom hem is tied in a knot at her hip. Her black hair is held in place at the base of her skull, the end of the ponytail draped over her shoulder as she glares up at the taller man. Even though he has an eight to nine inch height advantage, Randy backs away from the glare.

"I love you but right now I don't want your hands on me. You've done enough already."

Randy's eyes jump up, searching to see how much attention she is bringing. "All I've done is try to help you. Why can't you see that?"

"You've been telling me I'm selfish for a month now. Guess I'm just proving you right," she growls. "Now are you going to tell me what you needed me so fucking urgently for?"

"Let's go to catering," Randy grumbles reaching out to grasp her wrist.

"What did I just fucking finish saying," she growls, yanking her arm out of his grasp.

"Do not embarrass me at my job, Janet."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Randall."

"Seems Orton is having trouble controlling his new girlfriend."

"I don't think she's his girlfriend," Colby smiles. "They went into separate rooms when I saw them at the hotel earlier."

"Maybe she's holding out on him because they're fighting."

"Dude, look at her. Same eyes. Same mouth. Same temper. I think she's his sister."

"She's too cute to be an Orton," I smirk.

"Now she's cute. That has to be a record breaking flip in thinking."

"That's me, record breaker on all levels."

XXX

My eyes are drawn to the woman across the room arguing with Randy time and time again as I stand in the door to catering. "What the hell is wrong with me? Why I can't take my eyes off this chick? Sure she's cute but I'm surrounded by beautiful women on a daily basis. Why is she holding my attention?"

She stands with her back to door, leaning forward on the table beside a seated Randy, her ass sticking in the air as he motions to papers in front of him. Occasionally they turn to glare at each other as they talk quietly.

"Are you two even listening," Joe asks.

"Mmhmmm," Colby sighs.

"Sure," I reply.

"Liars. Just go talk to them."

"Who," I ask finally turning to face Colby's tag team partner.

"Whatever ass you are currently staring at. He is at least consistent," he smiles nodding towards his partner.

I turn to find Colby staring across the catering area also. I know without looking that he was staring at his newest obsession and the current Diva's champion, Celeste Bonin. "At least he is obsessing over a Diva that can actually wrestle." "You don't stand a chance, Colb. Give it up."

"And you would know this how?"

"I have faith that she has better taste than that, despite the hair."

"Don't walk away from me," Orton growls causing me to turn my attention back to my own obsession.

"I have work to do, Randy," she calls over her shoulder. "Besides, if I stay out in public, I may embarrass you, Boss."

"Jayb- Janet."

"Just text me when you're ready to leave."

"Do not walk out that door," Randy growls.

"Excuse me, boys," she smiles weakly sliding between me and Colby. Her eyes meet mine for a brief second and I can see the tears swimming around bright blue. My hand reaches out on its own accord, wrapping around her forearm.

"Do not help him," she snaps, her free hand balling into a fist. "Just let me go. Please."

I release her arm and she takes a step backwards, her eyes jumping over my shoulder. "Thanks," she murmurs before turning, her head down as she maneuvers her way down the hall.

"Stubborn bitch," Randy growls.

"Who is she," Colby asks.

"My assistant."

"Cute," Joe smiles, turning to watch her leave.

"Stay away from her," the older man growls, shoving himself through us.

"Why," I ask.

"Because I said so, rookies."

"Sounds like a brother answer if I ever heard one," Colby chuckles.

XXX

"Sorry to tell you this big guy but you don't stand a chance," Colby grins, pulling me into a headlock.

"Against you," I smirk, shoving him off easily. "Please."

"Actually I'm talking about her," he laughs beside me as I resume my position leaning against the wall.

"Her who," I ask absently as I stare down the dim hallway across from us.

"The ass you are currently staring at."

"Shit. Caught." I jerk my eyes from the woman down the hallway over to the shorter man. "I wasn't staring at anyone's ass."

"Sure you weren't," he smiles. "I'm not saying it's not a nice ass. In fact, from what I've heard, it's too good an ass for you."

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw your girl hanging out with Celeste earlier so I struck up a conversation to find some dirt on her."

"I'm sure it was purely a selfless act too."

"Not saying it was. I did get a date for myself out of it. I did go over to find out about JJ. That's her name by the way. JJ Orton. She's Randy's little sister and she's single. But that girl right there is nothing but sweetness and kindness according to Celeste.

"Basically everything I'm not."

"She got in some trouble and her brother bailed her out so now she's working for him."

"What kind of trouble?"

"Celeste didn't say. Celeste has nothing but sweet things to say and Randy brought her on the road so it can't be too bad."

"Showtime guys," Joe calls as our theme plays throughout the arena. I turn to glance at the woman who has held my attention all night one last time before heading into the arena.

XXX

I lean against the parking garage wall waiting on the other two men I travel with to appear. "Can I bum one of those?"

I glance over to find Randy Orton and he motions to the cigarette in my hand. "Why not? I'm supposed to be quitting anyway."

"Stephanie?"

"Yep," I sigh passing the half a pack over to the older man. "To up my stamina in the ring."

"Been there. I actually succeeded for a while. Always fall back when I'm stressed. Six months."

"Two," I state passing over a lighter.

He passes it back before pulling his cell out, "Thanks man," he sighs before turning his attention to the device in his hand. Suddenly the phone chirps.

"It seriously just chirped. Like a bird chirping chirp. What man has a bird chirping as a ringtone?"

"Yeah, I'm sure you are," he mutters under his breath sliding the phone back into his jeans. Taking a long drag off the cigarette in his hand he stares at the ceiling. A door slamming draws both our attention across the garage and his sister heading our way, her head hanging low as she strides across the garage.

"Fuck," Orton mutters ducking around the corner.

"Problems?"

"Meet my own personal Stephanie. I'm never going to hear the end of it if she catches me."

"Janet," someone calls as she's halfway to us.

She doesn't lift her head but she does lift a hand to flip off the person behind her.

"Damn it, Janie! Stop," John Cena growls as she reaches our corner of the parking garage.

"And if I don't," she snarls turning on the man. "You gonna run to my brother and tell him I threatened you again. Which is pathetic by the way. You have what? A hundred? A hundred and ten pounds of muscle on me? All because I told you to get your own damn coffee," she snorts waving away errant smoke that drifts past her face.

"Put it out, man," Cena snaps turning to me.

"So sayeth Cena so it must be done. In case you missed it, we're outside. Anyone can smoke here. Don't like it, walk away."

"What is your problem with me?"

"There's the fact that you've shown me what kind of slime you are when you slid into my bed one night while your wife was asleep down the hall."

There is a small gasp from around the corner.

"Nothing happened," Cena states glancing in my direction.

"Because I sleep with a bat beside my bed. Although that didn't stop you from trying the same stunt three more times. The last of which just after you started screwing the Bella twin. Wonder how she would like to hear that? The thing that I can never forgive you for Cena is the fact that you pushed my brother, the one person on earth that means anything to me, to finally hate me. Congratulations. Since you're going to tell him I did anyway, here's your threat: I already have an arrest record and I have nothing left to lose. You come anywhere near me again and you will be the next fucker I put a knife in." Turning on her heel she marches down the line of cars.

"Enjoy the show, Ambrose," Cena sneers.

"I did," Orton growls rounding the corner flicking the cigarette to the ground.

"Randy, I…"

"Save it John. I don't even want to hear any more lies that come out of your mouth. I can't believe I let you ever convince me to doubt her," he growls shoving Cena into the wall. "Stay away from her or she will be the least of your worries."

"Now I'm enjoying the show," I smirk as Orton stalks off.

Cena glares at me as he peels himself from the wall.

"Don't worry. I'll keep your secret."

"And what secret might that be?"

"The one where I, a mere piece of trash at your feet, rank higher in the eyes of the Orton family than the great John Cena at the moment."

"You actually think that, don't you?"

"I kinda know it," I smile blowing smoke in the older man's face.

"You ready," Colby asks behind Cena.

"Yep. We done here, Superman?"

He turns to walk away without a word.

"What was that about?"

"I'm just enjoying the entertainment that is our co-workers."

"Aren't you supposed to be quitting that?"

"Still have a half of pack I'm working through."

"Give them to me."

"What?"

"He said give him the cigarettes," Joe rumbles joining Colby. "Now hand them over. I can't stand your extra moodiness as you go through nicotine withdrawal again."

I hand over the pack and watch Colby toss them into a nearby trashcan.