Back with another story. This time, it's all about Randy Orton. The guy may not exactly be the nicest guy in the WWE but he sure is...talented. Anyway, this one is starting out in 2007 around Vengeance and that time frame. This particular chapter is starting a week before Vengeance, at Mick Foley's match with Umaga. There is some background information first, then the story begins. Enjoy!
All Around Me
|Ashley Foley|23|Debuted week before randy vs. mick hardcore match|dark brown hair| bright grey-blue eyes| 3 tattoos: dragon&flames between shoulder blades, snake around left forearm and 'Foley' in script on the back of the ankle
Vengeance Night of Champions is less than a week away and I'm nervous. I don't have a championship match, no, that was Candice Michelle. I'm talking about my dad being in the championship challenge with 4 other guys. The other thing making me nervous was the fact that tonight, my dad had a match with Umaga. "Dad, are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean, it's a week before the championship challenge at Night of Champions."
"Ashley, you know how I am. This is what I do."
"But Dad, it's Umaga. He will plow his way through anyone. It is kind of the reason that he is called the Samoan Bulldozer. He takes no prisoners. You are in a huge match in less than a week. What if something bad happens to you?"
"Don't worry about me princess. I will wrestle to the best of my abilities. I want to win but if I don't win that is perfectly fine with me. I'm not one of those overly confident superstars that has to win every match or his throws a huge hissy fit. As for the injuries that I may sustain in this match, I will deal with those. This isn't my first rodeo princess. I can handle hard hits and clubbing blows. It's kind of what I'm known for."
"But Dad, this is Vengeance I'm talking about. It's your chance to regain gold after so long."
"I know that too. Ash, trust me on this. I will be fine. I always am."
"Yeah, I know." My dad kissed the top of my head and walked out. I didn't follow him; I was told that I had a promo coming up. Of course they didnt tell me who it was with, that would be the nice thing to do. So I paced back and forth until I saw the door handle turn and prepared myself. I have to say, though, nothing could prepare me for who walked through the door.
"Oh. I was looking for Mick. I had to tell him something." Why does Randy, of all people, want to talk to my dad?
"No, he just left. I can relay a message if you like."
"Have we met before?"
"Yes."
"How come I don't remember you?"
"Because it was a while ago and you had just finished a hardcore match."
"Really? Then allow me to re-introduce myself then. I'm Randy Orton."
"Ashley Foley."
"Wait, you're Mick's daughter?"
"The one and only."
"You certainly look nothing like him."
"I guess that it is a compliment."
"It is. Are you worried about your father tonight? His match is against Umaga."
"I know and I am. If you don't mind me asking, why are you even looking for him? Last time I checked you two weren't the chatting kind."
"Just wanted to warn him and to wish him luck. But I am much happier that I missed him. I guess I will see you around." He made his way to the door but back-tracked. He leaned in and kissed my cheek, a smile forming on his face as he walked out the door. I just stood there, in awe of him and what just happened. This is not going to make my father happy. I tried to shake it off but no way that was happening. I sat on the couch and tried to figure out what the hell was going on. I turned on the TV and watched my dad's match from a safe distance, not wanting to be on the receiving end of the Samoan's rage. The match ended and I helped the medics walk my father to the trainer's room.
"Miss Foley, we need you to leave."
"Why? He's my-" The trainer shooed me out of the room and slammed the door in my face. "Asswipe."
"What's wrong little Foley?" That voice sent shivers down my spine. I turned around to see Randy walking down the hall in a black tank top, black warm-up pants and some black sneakers. Damn, he looked good.
"The...trainer said that I had to get out of the room. I tried to tell him that he was my father but he shut the door on me." Why was I even explaining this to him? Why would he care?
"That's...too bad. Do you want me to set him straight?"
"Uh, no. That's okay." Randy was closing the distance between us, and backing me into the wall.
"Are you sure? I'm the Legend Killer. I can be very..." He ran his fingers through my hair. "Persuasive." I was at a loss for words. The man was very...impressive and now he was pressed up against me outside the trainer's room.
"I can...um, see that." My heart was racing and it was becoming easier to see that.
"What's the matter, little Foley? Getting warm in here?" He was practically in my pants with me, he was so close.
"How did you know?"
"You're breathing heavy. Or maybe it is just because we are practically sharing pants at this particular moment." All I could do was nod. I couldn't help myself, this was hot and did not happen often. "Do you want to get out of here, Little Foley?"
"My...dad."
"Right." He smiled and everything else disappeared. "Well, if you ever change your mind..." He handed me a piece of paper with a number on it. "Give me a call." He kissed my cheek and left again.
I sighed deeply, knowing that I was going to get into a whole lot of trouble if my dad found out what Randy was doing. "Ashley?" I turned to see my dad walking towards me with his head wrapped. "You ready to go home?" I looked at Randy's number again before tucking it into my pocket.
"Yeah, Dad. I am." I figured I would give Randy a call on my cell phone later, when my dad was asleep. I knew it was a bad idea but...
Randy is very persuasive.
-FIN-
That's the end of this chapter. Review please!
