"OK, Mom. Listen, I have to get ready for the show. I'll call you later," I said into my phone. "Love you too."

I got out of my car and retrieved my bag from the trunk. I entered the arena and the first Superstar I saw was John Cena. His face lit up when he saw me and he yelled, "Kali! Hail, the Princess has arrived!"

"Really? You don't have to call me that off-camera," I smirked.

He swept me into a hug as he replied, "I know, but I'm going to anyway."

"Hey, what are your plans for after the show?" I asked, adjusting my bag's strap on my shoulder and walking with him towards the locker rooms.

"No plans. I have an early flight in the morning. So I'm just hanging out at the hotel tonight."

I avoided a rack of metal folding chairs and suggested, "Movie night? Layla wanted to hang out too, but now the thought of you all alone is just sad. Maybe the three of us could hang out?"

"Ah, that's so sweet."

We arrived at the men's locker room and as I was saying 'bye' to Cena, Vince McMahon came around the corner with a young man at his side. He wore dark jeans and a t-shirt that showed how tall and in-shape he was. I recognized him because he had debuted a couple months before Cena, which had been about six months ago. He smiled at Cena and I as Vince said, "Hey, John and Kali. Have you met Orton yet?"

"We've seen each other in passing," Cena said, shaking Orton's hand.

"I don't think we've officially met," I admitted when he turned his attention to me. "But I have seen a couple of your matches and I think you're really talented."

"Thanks," Orton replied, offering to shake my hand. I gripped his and he added, "Wow, you are the first Diva I have met that has such a strong handshake."

"I hope that was a compliment," I told him, squeezing his hand harder.

Orton laughed. "It is a compliment."

"Good, Orton."

"You can call me Randy," he said as we let go of each other's hands.

"OK, Randy."

Cena spoke up, "Should Vince and I leave so you two can get to know each other better?"

All of us caught the double meaning. Randy smirked, Vince chuckled, and I sighed, "Wow, John. Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Never!" He vowed, heading into the locker room.

"It was nice meeting you," Randy told me. He paused and I assumed he was trying to figure out what to call me.

I saved him. "You can call me Kali. Spelled like 'Khali', only without the 'H'. Pronounced like 'Callie'."

Randy laughed. "That's a lot to remember, but I think I got it. See you around."

He followed Cena into the locker room and Vince asked me, "Do I have to keep you two under surveillance?"

"No, sir. I think we can control ourselves."

The boss wished me a good show and I went to find the Divas' locker room, thinking, Randy is kind of cute. Maybe we could hang out outside of work sometime.