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Chapter 1:
I sat huffing impatiently as John went running back into the house to grab his wallet. I rubbed my hand over my face and looked at the time. It was already eleven o clock, and we had an early flight the next day. I heard jogging footsteps and looked out the passenger side window to see John getting back. He jumped into the car and looked at me with an apologetic face.
"Sorry man, I'll pay for the drinks today." He grinned, trying to make up for getting us two hours off schedule. I shook my head.
"John, you are one lazy ass, and I'd probably throw you the hell out of my car if you hadn't just offered me a free pass to drink as much as I want." I smirked and started driving as John laughed and turned up the radio, singing along to the song playing.
"So Randy, do you know if any of the other guys are going to be there?" John asked as a break came on the radio station.
"Yeah, the guys were there, but they probably left already since you made us so fucking late!" I punched John jokingly on the shoulder. He just grinned and shook his head, changing the radio stations.
We worked for a company known as World Wrestling Entertainment, or WWE for short. Tonight's show, Monday Night RAW, had aired in my hometown of Saint Louis, Missouri, so I was able to get home and relax for a while. One of my closest friends in the business, John Cena, was staying with me at my house, mooching off of me. He was a good guy, but he could drink with the best of them. I am sometimes looked at as the 'evil' Randy Orton, even though my persona isn't what I portray on television, but I can't help what people think. Most people see me for the normal guy I am, and I appreciate it.
We got to the bar and I pulled in. John got out of the car quickly and caught up with the retreating forms of our friends, Cody Rhodes and Ted DiBiase.
"Hey, how long you guys been here? John was having trouble picking which color thong he should wear to impress the ladies," I said as I caught up with them. They all laughed, John included.
"Well Randy, thanks for letting me use your secret stash of panties by the ways. Its cute how you like to wear those when you're all alone!" John replied. We all laughed, me included, and I looked at Ted and Cody.
"So you guys heading back?" I asked them, and Cody nodded.
"I don't want to be hungover and sleep-deprived for the plane trip, so I'm going to turn in. Have fun without us guys, even though it'll be hard to without your sexy beast around to attract the ladies." Ted grinned. We all laughed and I nodded, shaking each of their hands.
"Nice seeing you, bye." John and I said, as we headed into the bar. We sat down and immediately got two beers.
"Damn, tonight was killer. I didn't think you had it in you to keep going after that little botch, you looked like you'd hurt yourself pretty damn bad." John took a swig, and I drank a little, too, nodding.
"I thought I would have to fake the finish, but it turned out fine. You looked pretty good out there yourself! I could hear the fans cheering all the way in the back. I don't think the girls will cheer after they find out about you and Liz getting married, though." I chuckled, and John sighed, propping his head onto his free left hand.
"I don't even know, Randy. She's fucking killing me! She breaks up with me, then wants to be back together. I think if she keeps doing that then I'm gonna just break it off permanently." John looked sullenly at the table, taking a large gulp of beer. I looked at him with sympathy. The poor guy went through hell to keep his fiancé happy, but she just wanted more. We all saw her for the golddigger she was, but John denied it.
"Don't you think she's…" I started to speak, but dropped it, knowing that John wouldn't listen. I pushed my beer away, realizing that John wouldn't be leaving the bar completely sober, and I folded my arms and leaned onto the table. "So, what do you think tomorrow's meeting is about?"
"I dunno, I heard from some of the guys that there's some new employee or something. I think they're gonna be travelling with one of us to update our bio. I can bet it's you, your profile hasn't been updated in a couple years." John stretched his limbs, perking up a little as the subject changed. I, on the other hand, stiffened up.
"Interview? Me? What the hell?" I didn't want anyone trying to get into my head or asking me any questions. I was close to what friends I had, but I couldn't stand to talk to people I didn't know or trust. "What the hell is Vince thinking?"
"Vince is thinking that he needs to be more current. The last guy who got interviewed had the guy following him for a couple months. If you're really the guy they're gonna update, then good luck." John grinned a little, finishing off his beer and calling for another.
"Fuck," I grumbled under my breath. I clenched the edge of the table with my hands, feeling the wood give slightly to my grip. I clenched my teeth, trying to think of what I could do to convince the company that I didn't want or need to be bugged by some little paparazzi-like bug for months.
I couldn't let anyone figure out the truth. If they did, I couldn't be the same person I was now. People always wondered why I shut them out, why I was so cold to them. Well, the reason was what I couldn't tell them. Like I said, people see the 'Viper' me, but that isn't really who I am.
"Hey Randy, you okay? I didn't mean to ruin your mood, sorry." John smiled apologetically, and I plastered a fake smile to my face.
"No problem, its better I know from you instead of getting a surprise at the meeting." And it was better. Now I wouldn't act out in front of Vince and get another warning for bad conduct. I could release my anger in the gym, working out until I released the emotion inside.
"Hmm, I think I shouldn't drink too much today, Vince would kill me if I was hungover at another meeting." John took his second drink and pushed it into the middle of the table. I nodded, grabbing the mug from him.
"That's good, cause I think that being hungover doesn't sound too bad at all." Sighing, I downed the beer. John looked at me skeptically, raising an eyebrow. I stared back. What was so bad about wanting to drink beer until I couldn't think straight?
"You know, I think it was a bad idea coming here. Let's go." John got up, and I started to protest. "Randy, don't push me. Come on, man, lets just drink some other time." I got up in defeat, stretching my arms and legs.
"Fine, fine. Let's go," I grumbled, walking out of the bar quickly. I felt the cool breeze of the night hit me, and I breathed it in as I got to my car. I sat in the driver's seat, putting the key in the ignition. The passenger side door opened a few seconds later, and John got in.
"Thanks for waiting," John spoke sarcastically, buckling his seatbelt. I grunted, lost in my thoughts. We drove in silence, and I felt a mixture of annoyance and gratitude towards John. Sure, the guy meant well, but did he have to tell me about some fucking newbie who was going to be in my personal life for the next months of my life? I couldn't even talk to Vince, because I was trying to show him that I could take anything he threw at me like it was a bag of fluff. But this? This was a bag of bricks.
We pulled up to my house, and I got out, shutting the door behind me. Slowly making my way through the door, I set the keys on the table. I heard John shut the door behind me, and I gestured to the room that was not far off in the hall. "Sleep in there today, don't fall asleep on the couch like yesterday." Smiling forcibly, I trudged upstairs, reaching my room. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my jacket, and changed into a pair of boxers, laying down on the bed. Folding my hands behind my head, I looked at the ceiling, wondering how I could best avoid the guy who would be making my life miserable for months.
I sat in my chair in the meeting room, ignoring the buzz of conversation around me. I hadn't had much sleep, so I wore a pair of sunglasses to cover up my baggy, bloodshot eyes. Folding my arms across my chest, I closed my eyes, trying to take a nap while everyone still filed in. I heard the chair next to me move, but I acted like I was oblivious.
"Randy, what's up? You know what we're gonna cover in this weeks meeting?" Great, just what I needed. Freaking Kofi Kingston had to be all chummy on a bad day. I shrugged, keeping it simple. Don't get me wrong, Kofi is a cool guy, but I just wasn't in the mood.
"Don't try to talk to the Viper, Kofi. He's not in the best of moods. We don't want him ripping your head off, you know how he gets in his tantrums." I opened my eyes slightly to see John smiling jokingly, and I smirked a little.
"Gee, don't make me sound so nice John," I muttered, closing my eyes again and slumping into my seat. John sat down on my other side, and I heard voices at the mic. I opened my eyes, pulling the sunglasses off of my face.
"Yes, that's quite alright. Sure, sure…" Vince was talking to some production worker, but he cleared his throat and turned to us. "Hello everyone. I'm glad to see you've all made it today." Vince continued to blather on, but I zoned out. I didn't know how long it had been until John nudged me.
"I think they're about to announce about the interview for the bio update." I perked up a little, rubbing the sleep from my face.
"Finally, we have a special announcement. We need to update some of your bios, and for some cases we need to get more information for the newer talents, so we have assigned some new workers to interview you. They will be on the road with you for the next four months to get an extensive amount of information. WE ask that if you are chosen, you cooperate fully with them. Now, the following people are to have their bio's updated." I silently hoped that I wouldn't be one of the names, and I listened carefully. "Mr. John Deiner will be working with Kofi Kingston." A tall man with ruffled blond hair and a pimply face from the stage stood up, and Kofi stood up as well, grinning at the man. He walked over to Kofi, and they shook hands.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Kingston. I think this will be a pleasant experience." John Deiner spoke so happily, that I couldn't help but scoff at his attitude, laughing rudely. John elbowed me lightly, and I glared at him.
"Next up is Mr. Daniel Kelley, who is working with Wade Barrett and the rest of the Nexus faction." A small little man, maybe 5'4", got up and scurried over to where the group of the Nexus members sat. They all greeted him warmly, and I shook my head. "Next is Mr. Brandon Baluaug, who is working with John Cena." A man of average height and dark skin stood up. His hair was gelled into spikes, and he wore glasses. I had to admit, he looked pretty cool for a newbie writer. John got up as Brandon approached, and they shook hands.
"Man Cena, it's so cool to meet you! I bet this is gonna be dope, man!" Brandon spoke in a laid-back voice, and I admired his lack-of fawning over John. John smiled in reply.
"I think that we'll get along pretty well, Brandon." Brandon then looked down at me, and nodded, staring at my arms.
"Nice work, Mr. Orton. Those tats are tight." I nodded, smiling a little to aknowledge the kid. I turned my attention back to the stage to find that most of the others had been assigned. My hope grew that I wouldn't have to deal with one of the little newbies.
"Lastly, the newest female member, Ms. Istella Shapiro, will be working with Randy Orton. That is all I have for today, you are all free to leave now." Vince waved his hand and got off stage, talking to some of the people. I sighed in frustration. Not only would I have someone tailing me like a puppy for four fucking months, but it would be a girl? Probably would be a little fan girl, not even worth wasting my time over. I got up, looking at John.
"Ready to leave?" I asked, pulling my keys out of my pocket. I had to admit, I felt a little better now that everything was said and done.
"Sure, hey would you mind if Brandon crashed at your place with me? We wanna get to know each other, and he's a pretty cool dude." John grinned, and Brandon looked at me expectantly, but casually. I nodded.
"Sure, just don't cause trouble." I looked at him pointedly, and he nodded. We started to walk, and I saw people leaving with their little interviewer pets. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I stopped, turning around. John turned too, and he watched me carefully.
A girl, close to 5'7", with long jet black hair up to her elbows and fringe sweeping across her forehead, looked up at me. She had bright blue-green eyes, golden-tan skin, and was a petite hourglass figure. She flashed a bright white smile at me and held out her hand timidly.
"Hi, I'm Istella Shapiro." Her voice was small, and she sounded like she was afraid I would eat her or something. I smirked as I thought about how I could squash her if I wasn't careful. I put on my sunglasses, nodded to her, and turned back around. I took a step back as I saw John staring at me pointedly, looking down at the girl. Oh, right, I had to play nice. I released a breath and turned back to her. I bit back a harsh laugh as I saw her pale face. She was scared out of her tiny little mind.
"Get your bags, come with us. You have five minutes, we're waiting." I crossed my arms across my chest, and I watched as she stared for a few seconds, and then shook herself out of whatever daze she was in. She dashed off, and I snorted.
"Dude, don't be a jackass. She's new, and you're making her scared. Show some compassion." I turned to see Ted and Cody, who were accompanied by a young little guy. He stood a little behind them, texting, oblivious to whatever was going on around him. He seemed good, unintrusive. I wished that I had gotten an interviewer like him.
"Fuck off, Ted. She's just gonna be a pain in my ass. I've seen interviewers, and they're all the same." I turned back to the door to see Istella hurrying out, a few people brushing her shoulders. She was carrying two bags. Good, she wasn't going to be too high-maintenance.
"Look man, we'll back off, but we were wondering if we could get a ride back to your place. We had to loan our rental to one of the costume-design workers. She needed to pick some stuff up, long story." Cody looked at me hopefully, and I released a frustrated noise from my throat.
"What am I, a taxi? Fine, get in. Sit in the back so Brandon and the girl can sit in the two seats behind me and John." I turned and walked to the car, ignoring the fact that everyone was waiting for Istella to reach them. Why were they being so nice to her? She had to learn to work fast, because time sure as hell wouldn't wait while we were alone. I got into the car and waited as everyone filed in.
"Oh here, let me," I heard Ted say to someone.
"Thanks," I rolled my eyes as I heard Istella. Ted was probably helping her put her stuff into the trunk, he probably wanted an easy lay and thought niceness would get him there.
"Alright Randy, you can go. We're all here." I backed out, not responding to John. I was fine with everyone, but the girl? The girl was just going to be in the way.
