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Chapter 2: This may be the start of it all...

(Angie's POV)

Two weeks after John and Randy made their declaration on Monday Night RAW for the Iron Man match, I'm sitting backstage, waiting for John to finish his match with Paul. Honestly, Snoop Dogg is a really great guest host. His interaction with Chavo was brilliant. The aftermath was beyond anything I had ever seen in any RAW episode. Dressed ready for a night out in town in Jacksonville, FL, anyone could have a little bit of fun. The fact that I missed out on the night with the guys two weeks ago...I could put the blame on some punk ass that wanted me to come in for a photo shoot...a PHOTOSHOOT! Turns out that Chloe didn't schedule for one and had to beat down on the guy's pathetic excuse to have me naked. So, Chloe kept me company for a couple of days before we left LA to venture out to the East coast. We stayed over at her mom's place in Miami and went to the beaches to get in last minute sunbathing before it got too cold to do so.

Keep in mind, I'm a New Yorker by blood and I don't mind the cold weather...but from what I was getting told by my parents, they were happy that I wasn't there to whine about how freezing the mornings were. Never mind the complaining, I think I would have stayed indoors no matter what if I went back home. A small movement to my left catches my attention and I turn to see Chloe making booing noises. It turns out that she was booing at Jericho and his Smackdown teammates.

"Honestly, Ang, but Chris seems like the scumbag that he portrays to the crowds every week," the 5'7" blonde told me in the most Southern way she could.

I don't blame her for not liking Chris Jericho like I do, but her tastes in guys would have to be in the exact image of one Randall Keith Orton. I have to roll my eyes on that one EVERY time...I can't really say much, since Chloe could say the same with my fascination with Y2J himself. Quite frankly, Chloe even has on a RKO jersey and a pair of jean capris and black boots compared to my black Divas tee, my cargo jeans, and black Converses...with the small addition of a Hardy visor, I might add.

"You know...I could say the same with what Randy did to poor Ted...making him decide between staying with Legacy by not fighting him or defending himself and having to be kicked out of Legacy...that's horrible," I say in my New Yorker accent.

Yes, you could say that Chloe and I look like sisters, but the only way to tell us apart are our accents and that I have tattoos where she has the belly button ring and the tongue ring. What really makes it seem like we're sisters is the way we're always finishing each other sentences. We both met while in high school before my first agent came along and pulled me into the spotlight of movies. This had pulled us apart till we met a couple years later and she then became my personal assistant/agent. Since then, Chloe has always watched out for me.

"Whatever, Yank. So...who are we waiting for?"

"John, since he's the one with the names of those that are tagging along with us," I reply back just as John walks into the locker room, looking all pensive. "Hey, John...you feeling all right?"

John must have not heard me at first, but when he did, he had this look of confusion and being lost in his own little world. Well, I still love him for him being so cute when he gets confused that easily.

"What? Oh, I'm just worried about how Sunday will turn out..." John tells me.

I smile and nod my head once, knowing what it's like to have pressure building up right before an actual big event. I would say that it's similar to opening night of whatever film I had finished and I get a bit anxious as to how others will like it.

"Well, it looks like you need a good night out...what do you say to that? Also, bring a couple of people with us...we'll hit up that club that's near here," Chloe suggested.

Oh, if I had a nickel every time she tried to comfort anyone out of a gloomy situation, I'd be a millionaire--scratch that, I'd be a billionaire naturally and retire from acting completely.

"I'll see what I can do...speaking of which, I think Randy might be tagging along with us..." John says as he thought about it.

"You sure that Samantha's all right with him going out with us...?" I ask, not sure if it was a good idea in the first place.

Yes, I knew about everyone in a brief intro given to me by Cena when I first met the guys sometime after The Marine was filmed and premiered. That included who they were dating and who had kids, etc. Mind ya, it took a while to remember all of this, but I still struggle every now and then.

"I think Sam's more worried about Randy hitting on random girls than if it was in friendly company," John replies back, though I could have sworn that there was an underlying reason to his response.

Whatever it was, it never got invoked any further because the subject of the conversation walks in with Hunter and Chris Jericho. In all honesty to God himself, I had never laid eyes on anyone more FINE than Jericho himself. I don't know what attracts me to him, but it was so massive that it wasn't even funny. From what I heard of Jericho, he had just gotten a divorce with his wife, Melissa, and was fighting custody for their twins, Alex and Cody. Ok, you can laugh at me: I just went from being a tomboy actress to a girly fangirl...shoot me now before it gets any worse.

"Hey John. Thought we might have found you in here--hello. What have we here?" Randy said before he took notice of us.

"Guys, this is Chloe Scott and Angela Choi. Ladies, this is Randy Orton and Chris Irvine," John introduces us to the guys.

It didn't take Randy two seconds for his eyes to narrow at my name.

"Angela Choi...as in Jaiden Lakmann?"

I nod my head to that name. I think everyone just refers me to my stage name than my given name.

"Man...wait till I tell Cody and Ted that their favorite actress is here. Ted looks up to you in all your films, especially in Doom."

Now that I think about it...I think Chloe told me of Ted being in the sequel for The Marine, which I was doing my cameos in. Funny that I knew about that fact. I think I must have blush a little before Chris started to laugh.

"Aw man, look at her now...she's turning scarlet from that, Randy. What are you trying to do: flirt with the girl?" the blond Canadian wrestler said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

Now, I ask for any free shots to shoot me. Man, I'm not going to have anyone let me off the hook for blushing. Great...

"So, where are we off to?" Chloe asks.

God, I could kiss her for moments like that. That's why I love her: she always knew when to change the situation from being overly too awkward for me.

"Bar..." Randy said as he held out a hand for Chloe...quite the gentleman, I might add.

It was Chloe's turn to blush before she accepted it. John started to laugh as we all headed out of the locker room.

A/N: Ok, I'm alternating Triple H's name between Paul and Hunter (so spare me a kidney please for that confusion). Not bad for the first appearance of Randy and Jericho. Now, I might be inspired to do a couple one-shot companions to this fanfic. Stay tuned for the next chapter. Also, don't forget to review after clicking on the purple button on the lower left corner. Thanks!!!! –JO