The large gym was pretty full for a Friday evening, especially full of women which was much to the delight of the three men currently standing by the bench press. One of the three, very well built with short dirty blonde hair and baby blue eyes placed the heavy weight bar back in its holding position and stood to join his friends. Upon standing he quickly realised that their attention was solely on the group of very fine looking women huddled around the treadmills.
"I thought we were here to work out guys, not try and pick up chicks," he interrupted the gawk fest, causing both heads to swing in his direction.
"Speak for yourself Cena. I'm always trying to pick up chicks," claimed the brown haired man of the group. His icy blue eyes sparkled flirtatiously in the direction of the women as he smiled a cocky smile, making his bare pecs bounce up and down to the delight of his audience.
"Watch it Orton, you've got a girlfriend," said the longer haired one of the group, running his fingers through the sweaty blonde strands.
"As if that's ever stopped him before."
The three men laughed as they swapped positions and continued their workout. John Cena, Randy Orton and Paul Levesque had been friends since they knew how to walk. The three had lived in the same neighbourhood and had grown up together. They were best friends along with Chris Irvine who they had met in college.
"Hey Paul," called John as Randy took his turn on the bench press.
Paul waited until he had passed the bar safely into Randy's hands before turning to his other friend. "Yeah?"
"Where's Chris? I thought he was supposed to be meeting us here?" questioned John. He looked at Paul in confusion when he suddenly burst into laughter. "What's so funny?"
"That's right, I forgot to tell you guys," Paul tittered in between laughs. "Chris said he didn't want to go to the gym with us anymore because he felt, and these are his exact words by the way, 'inferior and small!' How fucking funny is that?" The other two cracked up and joined him in his laughter.
"That's messed up man," said John, shaking his head with a smile.
"Are you trying to make me drop this thing on myself? Jesus Paul! I thought we agreed no funny talk on the bench!" cried Randy as he struggled to keep the heavy bar from crushing his chest. Both Paul and John offered a hand, each lifting one side and helping to place it back in position. "That is fucking hilarious though. I never knew Chris to be so insecure. Although how could you not when you're around me." An arrogant smile crossed Randy's face before he caught sight of the women laughing. It took a moment before he realised that they were laughing at him because he had to put the weight down. His smile quickly turned into a frown when both his friends started laughing too and he got up in a huff, taking a long pull from his water bottle.
"Move over skimpy and let me show you how it's done," said Paul, gently shoving him out of the way and making himself comfortable on the bench. With the help of John, he lifted the bar and started his first set, easily breezing through it before taking a break and starting the next. John concentrated on counting the reps and offering encouragement to his friend while Randy still stood in a huff, not quite believing that those women had the audacity to laugh at him. After a few minutes, Paul placed the bar back in position and stood up, quickly catching the eye of the women who had seemingly forgotten all about their workout and instead had focused their attention solely on the three friends. He cheekily smiled at them and offered a small wave as he brushed past Randy, annoying him even more. John laughed at their antics while an idea sprung to mind.
"Hey, why don't we invite them out with us later? I'm sure the girls won't mind," he suggested to the other two. He looked at them and saw nothing but smiles in return.
"I like the way you think, Cena," smiled Paul as he slapped him on the shoulder. He wiped his face with the bottom of his white tank top and when he lifted his head, his eyes connected with those of the brunette of the group. She smiled at him and ran her tongue across her bottom lip flirtatiously. This only encouraged Paul who looked between his friends and with their nods of approval, he walked towards the group.
"Hey ladies," he put on his best smile and winked at the brunette, causing her to blush madly. Her friends giggled like school girls at his actions while the apparent leader of the group spoke up.
"Hi!" She said, tilting her head to the side and sneaking a peek of Randy and John who were still by the weight bench.
"My friends and I," he indicated John and Randy and they both offered cheeky waves and smiles at the group before he continued, "well we were wondering if you would like to join us later tonight at Club 15? We'll be there with a few friends around ten if you're interested?"
Paul watched as the women talked it over before he got his answer.
"We'd love to. I'm Michelle by the way. This is Maria, this is Kelly and this is Eve." The blonde woman bumped her brunette friend and pushed her forward and into the space of Paul who smiled at her warmly. He stuck out his hand and shook it while they got locked in an intense gaze. "Nice to meet you, Eve." He broke eye contact and looked at the rest of the group, dropping his hand to motion to his friends. "The blond guy is John, the other one is Randy and I'm Paul. I'll be looking forward to meeting you later tonight then. Enjoy the rest of your workout," he winked and headed back to his friends.
"Oh don't worry, we will," hushed Michelle as she checked him out causing the other three to burst into laughter.
"Either they rejected you and are now laughing behind your back or you walk funny," said John as Paul joined his two friends. He received a punch to the arm and turned to glare at the man that did it.
"Hey, you should know better than to underestimate Lev man," Randy snorted.
"Thanks, Randy. I think we'll just save all that ass for ourselves. You," he pointed at John, "can fucking find your own!" Paul chirped in, a mock look of anger on his face.
"Are they coming or not man?" John deadpanned.
"Of course they're coming!" Paul exclaimed and received a knuckle bump from Randy in the process. He received a stare from John and couldn't help but roll his eyes. He knew what was coming next and once Randy turned to look at him, he knew it too.
"I don't know why you're so happy, Randy. I mean you do have a girlfriend," John said, confirming his friends' suspicions. He was always getting called the sensitive one of the group and this proved it.
"I know I have a girlfriend, John. But there's no harm in enjoying a little female company. Besides Melina understands that I just love to be around women."
"That's the biggest crock of shit and you know it! You're always cheating on her and it's just not right. She deserves better than that," John fumed. He could never understand why Randy fooled around on Melina. In his mind, she was everything you could ever want in a girlfriend yet Randy insisted on cheating on her every chance he got and it infuriated him to no end.
"Fuck off John! I'm not having this conversation with you again alright. I'm leaving now, see you guys back at the house." Randy angrily made his way past them and headed for the locker rooms, not even bothering to acknowledge their company for later tonight when they checked him out as he walked by.
John rolled his eyes at his friends' outburst and turned to Paul who was shaking his head. "Why don't you ever back me up on this? You're good friends with Melina man, we all are and she doesn't deserve this."
"You know Randy, he's never going to change. And I never back you up because shit like this happens and it always causes fights," Paul replied as the pair headed for the locker rooms as well.
"Man fuck that! You're afraid of Randy throwing a hissy fit so you say nothing?"
"John," Paul sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, "Melina knows what's going on yet she stays with him. Until she wises up and decides to ditch him there's nothing we can do and constantly having fights over it isn't going to change that."
John let the other man's words sink in. He wished Melina would just dump him and save herself all the heartache that came with dating him. He loved Randy like a brother but he hated the fact that he treated women like dirt. It just didn't sit well with him at all. "Yeah well, it's still not right."
As the two walked inside the locker room, they caught sight of Randy heading for the showers, a white towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He saw them and sighed dramatically. "If you've come in here to bitch then save it, I'm not listening anymore."
"We haven't! Jesus man, chill the fuck out!" Paul looked over at John then back at Randy who were glaring at each other. "Both of you. We're going out tonight with some very lovely ladies and you two are not going to ruin it. Now let's just forget about it alright?" When he didn't get an answer from either of them he raised his voice a little and tried again. "Alright? Otherwise I'll have to kick both your asses."
"As if," John snorted.
"Yeah right," Randy chuckled cockily at the same time as John spoke. They made eye contact and their responses brought about laughter. "Man don't talk shit. You couldn't kick my ass if your life depended on it."
"I think somebody's forgetting about a certain little scrap that took place in fifth grade?" Paul tilted his head slightly as he laughed, sorting out his towel and shampoo.
John laughed out loud as he remembered the event Paul was talking about. "Hey that's right! Paul kicked you ass so badly you couldn't walk straight for like a week!"
Randy glared at them both as they high fived each other and stood there laughing at him. "You guys are such assholes," he huffed and walked away as the laughter behind him grew even louder.
"Trish! Can you pass me the brush?" called a dark haired Latin beauty as she examined her deep brown locks in the mirror. Suddenly a brush almost hit her in the face and she turned to see her strikingly beautiful blonde haired friend staring intently at her nails with the brush in her outstretched hand. "I said pass me the brush not hit me in the face with it!"
Trish lifted her head and was quick to apologize when she realised what she had done. "Shit! I'm sorry Melina. But I think I've chipped a nail."
Melina laughed at her friends pouting face and rolled her eyes. "Let me see." She examined the practically perfect set of manicured nails on the just as perfect slim hand and sighed. "There's nothing wrong with them, Trish. Now I know what Steph's talking about when she says that you have a nail obsession!"
The blonde woman gasped and shook her head. "I do not have a nail obsession and Steph.....well Steph needs to just shut up about that!"
"I need to shut up about what?" came a voice from the other room. A few seconds later, a stunning brunette entered the room fully done up and ready to go partying. "Would you two hurry the hell up! We're supposed to be meeting the guys in thirty minutes!" she demanded of her two friends as they looked at the clock on the wall and realised the time. Just then, there was a knock on the door and the brunette went to go answer it. She took a quick look through the peep hole in the door and smiled when she saw who was on the other side. She opened the door and pulled the man into a hug. "Chris! What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting you at the club?" She ushered him into the living room and both took a seat on the worn but comfortable sofa.
"I didn't go to the gym with the guys so I decided I'd come here and escort you lovely ladies over there instead. And I have to say that you're looking mighty fine tonight Miss. McMahon," he playfully flirted, eyeing her up and down and receiving a smack on the arm for his efforts.
"Stop checking me out!" she smiled and they both laughed.
"STEPHANIE! WHO'S AT THE DOOR?" came a loud call from the other room.
Chris and Stephanie stood and walked the short distance to the bedroom and were immediately engulfed by another loud squeal.
"Ahhhhhhh! CHRIS! Oh my God I haven't seen you in like......" started Trish as she leapt up and flung her arms around him for a hug but she was quickly interrupted.
"A whole week!" he interjected and hugged her back. They separated and Trish turned to Melina, staring at her as if she had three heads.
"Why aren't you hugging him?" she quizzed.
"Because I haven't been anti-social like you and saw him two days ago that's why," Melina answered but she stood and gave him a hug anyway. "But it's not like I need an excuse to hug him."
"That's right, I'm just so huggable," Chris said and smiled cutely, getting laughs from the other three. He looked them all over and sighed dreamily. They all looked stunning. "Like I told Steph outside, you guys are freakin' hot tonight!"
"You're not too bad yourself, Rockstar," joked Steph as she checked out his shiny silver pants, black shirt and shiny silver waist coat. Not a lot of men could pull that look off but it suited Chris to perfection.
Chris spun around on his heels and when he faced them again, he quickly flicked his shades down over his eyes and stuck his arms out. "You ladies ready to rock and roll or what?"
"Oh you know we are!" replied Melina.
The three women quickly applied their finishing touches before the group headed out, ready for a night on the town.