I do NOT own the Randy Orton character or anything else affiliated with the WWE.
Please don't sue Steph, Randy or Trips.
Just a fun fan fiction story that I came up with to write.
"Okay Randy, this is Gemma. She is one of the best, if not the best artist we have here." Chloe bragged. "I'll see you two soon!" She smiled and slid out of the room, clicking back down the hall in her huge pumps, her hips swaying from side to side. Chloe looked over her shoulder in hopes Randy would be watching the show her body was putting on for him. He wasn't.
His focus was on this cute, nerdy looking chick covered with tattoos that caught him off guard. She wasn't exactly what he was expecting to walk into.
Randy fucking Orton is in my room. I am alone, in a small space with The Viper, Gemma thought to herself while showing a tough exterior. You would have never guessed that on the inside she was jumping up and down, squealing like a kid at a concert while holding up her home made sign in all her glory.
"Hello, I'm Gemma. Nice to meet you... huge fan." And by huge she meant almost obsessed. Shirts, action figures, a teddy bear, she even tried to talk her husband into a life size stand up once. Unfortunely she lost a bet she had with him during a football game and those God Damned Bears cost her that glorious life size stand up.
She took a few steps forward and with her black manicured hand reached for Randy's, hoping this wasn't one of those cruel dreams where she would wake up and try to go back to sleep to hopefully start where it ended then couldn't.
"Hi, nice to meet you as well.." The moment he grabbed her cold hand with his own warm, baseball glove sized hand was the moment she realised it wasn't a dream. Randy paused for a second, reading her tattoo'd knuckles that spelled out 'baby' and glanced down at her other hand putting it all together. "...Baby doll." He smiled down toward her, "That's cute. I like that."
Gemma felt her face get hot. Was he hitting on her or just being friendly? Was she thinking too much of herself to even think a world wide known super star like Randy Orton could possibly be hitting on her? This wasn't the typical local loser with bad breath and home made in the kitchen tattoos that bragged about being in some shitty cover band trying to impress her. Randy could have any woman he wanted.
"I actually never had a female artist before...you know what you're doing?" He asked with squinted eyes directly on hers releasing her hand and putting his on his hips. His body was his money maker. One tiny mistake and the smarks, hardcore WWE fans, would never let him or his character live it down. She looked professional, seemed seasoned in the business judging by her aged tattoos and by the looks of all the awards hanging behind her on the wall assured him that she was more than worthly enough.
That look! She could have sworn her ovaries exploded just then. Wait! What is she thinking!? She is a very happily married woman who was not wearing her wedding rings because it fucks her gloves up while she is working. Not like that mattered, he wasn't paying that close of attention to her, was he?
There is a first time for everything Mr. Orton...and as long as you sit still and don't bitch everything should go accordingly." She adjusted her glasses closer to her face and cleared her throat, trying to shake this, whatever it is, off and going back to business. Trying to remember what she tells Chloe when she gets wrapped up in her gossip magazines which was that he is a normal person just like them. That was easier said then actually done.
"Now where would you like me to touch up?" She asked with her arms folded infront of her chest.
Randy raised his brows at her stern directions. "Baby doll..." He chuckled to himself before continuing, "I take blows to the head with steel chairs for a living. I'm going to be the best client you ever had." He took the ends of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head molding his shirt into a ball and holding it in one hand. She could have sworn she saw him flex his pecs. His chiseled six pack was quite the distraction as he was pointing to his biceps and forearms, telling where he wanted his original tribal touched up. To make it even worse on Gemma he proceeded to turned around, showing her his tribal back piece that needed some attention.
She knew exactly where everything was on his body. Her Monday and Friday nights were spent watching him in his tight trunks. She got a chance to see things the camera couldn't pick up though... like cute little freckles here and there and battle marks that came from his matches. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch them, thank him for putting his body through such conditions for his fans.
Her thoughts shattered when he turned arounding asking, "Got all that?" Gemma quickly caught his eyes before he could see her checking out his ass.
"Yes sir." She nodded once with a smile. His arrogance would disgust most, but to Gemma it was one of the reasons she was a fan from day one. And a huge turn on.