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[001] Mandy

"You must be the new diva, right?"

I turned to face the voice, blowing my hair out of my face. A nervous twitch sent my lips upward in a smile as I came face to face with none other than the champ himself.

John Cena.

And boy did he have muscles.

"Yeah, I'm Mandy" I replied, holding out my hand to him, he shook it gently and chuckled at how big his hand was compared with mine.

"You're a bit..petite, aren't you" he said, grinning. I almost melted at the sight of his dimples but managed to hold myself together to give him a death glare.

Ok, I'm 5'1, so shoot me.

"Hey, I didn't mean to get you riled, just that I imagained you being....um....taller" he finished lamely, scratching his head. I rolled my eyes at his attempt to be nice and quietly excused myself saying that I had places to be.

As I strolled through the halls, I took in every inch of the WWE, from the sound engineers running around like headless chickens, to the catering team. I took it all in in one deep long-lasting breath. I wanted to savour this moment forever.

I had always been a fan of the WWE, I would sit down every week with my dad to make sure I didn't miss a single match. Me and my dad would even bet the housework on who would win. He ended up winning most of the time but nonetheless I enjoyed the few hours a week we spent together watching men in tight shorts throw each other around the ring.

As I was deep in thought I managed to walk into a cart that had been left in the gangway. I steadied myself, holding onto the cart to stop myself from going over and I heard a quiet cough from behind me.

"I think that's mine" came a gravelly voice. I turned to come face to face with Randy Orton. I sucked in breath, my eyes running over his arms of tattoos, his burning eyes and pursed lips.

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't looking" I stuttered, shunning myself away from the cart. He followed me with his eyes, not saying a word. There was a few minutes of awkward silence then the steady beat of footsteps was heard coming our way. I quietly breathed a sigh of relief when Mickie James came into view, anybody to stop Randy from staring right through me.

"Oh, it's you" she stated, glancing at Randy, she then noticed me standing a stride's distance away from him, my lip slightly quivering with nerves. Her blank stare turned into one of outrage.

"What have you done to her Orton, she's fucking new for christ's sake!" she growled, shoving past Randy and leading me in the opposite direction by my wrist.

I could feel his eyes burning two holes in my shoulderblades but told myself I wasn't to turn, to glance or to even falter in my step. He scared me, his eyes, stance and aura frightened me to the core.

So why did I want to go back to him?