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The Beginning
Randy walked out of a local gym in Los Angeles where the next WWE event was held. Next to the gym was a dance studio where classes were held and famous dancers come to teach workshops. With his gym bag in hand, he was looking at his cell phone checking for calls from Samantha. Their relationship and marriage were falling apart. The only reason was because of his hectic schedule and time spent away from their daughter. She blamed him for their child not having a real father and always being on the road, not having a day off. Randy took it calmy and preceeded to work and take care of his job in the WWE. Even though he hated the fact that he was away, he didn't argue because he knew it would only make it worse. No calls, no texts, and the only thing he could do is look at taken pictures of his daughter, Alanna. The Legend Killer smiled at one, not noticing he was walking in the way of many dancers leaving out the door, and their teacher, Maryss from Paris who is from the famous b-girl dance group, the Beat Freaks. He continued walking and then accidently bumped into her causing her to stumble, almost losing her footing.
Orton finally came back to reality and looked up to see her almost fall. He reacted quickly, dropping his gym bag and pushed his phone on top of it. He lunged forward for her arms, sweeping his biceps underneath. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" he turned her around, guided into her hazel eyes underneath her hat brim. "Oh my gosh, thank you. I'm fine now because of you," Maryss had no choice, but to look up at his glowing blue eyes. At that moment, a huge spark occured in both of their bodies, sending thrills up and down their spines.
Randy took in her noticeable French accent and let go of his grip on her arms. "I apologize, I wasn't looking and..." he began sounding nervous.
"It's okay. I do it all the time," she cut him off and fixed her jacket and her fitted cap.
"I'm Randy by the way, Randy Orton." he offered his hand to shake as his legs began feeling sensations like on a rollercoaster ride.
"Nice to meet you Randy, I'm Maryss. Well, everyone knows me as Maryss from Paris," she shook his rough hands and smiled. The smile made him melt and smile himself, this was the first time he smiled in a long time. "So, uh, Maryss from Paris, is that like your nickname?" they let go hands, "yeah, it's my dancer name. I'm in a group called the Beat Freaks, so yeah...and I'm also from Paris," she smiled once again.
"I think I've heard of the Beat Freaks before, you..." he was cut off by one of her fans asking for her autograph and a picture. He waited until she was done.
"Okay, sorry, what were you gunna say?" Maryss looked up at him. "No, I was just going to say....um....we should meet again." Orton waited for a response.
"I...would like that very much," she smiled once again and took her phone out, giving it to him, "go ahead and put your number in."
He grabbed his phone from the top of his gym bag on the ground and handed it to her, "Same here." When he was finished, he "scanned" her up and down. He looked at her clothing, basketball shorts, colorful jacket, colorful shoes, and a bandana underneath her cap. "Here you go, call me sometime," Maryss handed his phone back to him and exchanged it for hers'.
"Definetly," he smiled and picked up his gym bag, "um, so yeah...I know you've got places to be," they smiled at eachother, "Yeah, I'll text you tonight Randy,"
"Alright, I'll see you later then," he turned around with his hands in his pockets and a huge smile on his face. Maryss turned around with the same big smile on her face.
"Maryss, huh? Cute name." he said while starting his car. At the same time, Maryss got into her car, starting the engine, "Randy, Randy, Randy, Randy. Cute name."