Chapter 7

The meeting with Vince McMahon actually went really well. He was impressed with the writing samples that Johnny had sent him. He was going to give me a chance on a trial basis for thirty days; that would give me a chance to write for one monthly issue for WWE magazine and then we would take a look at my progress.

"For your first assignment, I'd like you to go on the road with some of the guys and interview them about their careers. Find out what they're like out of the ring and show our readers and fans what their favorite wrestlers are really like behind their characters."

"That sounds interesting. Do you already have someone in mind for me to interview?" I hoped it wasn't going to be my brother; that would be boring.

"I want you to be comfortable with the traveling you're going to be doing this first time. How about I send you on the road with your older brother," I held in a groan of frustration, "and you can start with Randy Orton." I held in an excited scream! "Orton is one of our most popular superstars, not to mention the current world champ. I think you'll work well with Randy. I must warn you, though, he can be a little...moody, we'll say," he ended carefully.

"Oh. Could you define moody please?" I was curious to know what Vince knew about Randy that might make me change my mind about maybe possibly wanting to date him in the future. What? A girl can dream, right?

"You'll see," was all he said with a smile. I thanked Vince for his time and he walked with me down to Human Resources so I could get all set up as a temporary employee for the WWE. I was beyond excited that for the first time in a really long, it looked like things were going to start going my way.

On the drive back to the hotel, I was telling John that I would be going on the road with him and would be interviewing Randy for my first story. He didn't seem too happy with that.

"I don't know if I like the thought of you spending so much time with Randy, squirt."

"Um, why not? He's your best friend, he can't be that bad, right?" I asked, unsure why all of the sudden John didn't want me to get too close to Randy.

"It's just...it sounds like you're going to be doing some digging into his personal life, and I'm not sure that's a good idea. Randy's...got some issues as of late and I don't know if he'd really appreciate you asking him all sorts of personal questions that might get published."

"I don't understand, John. Obviously I'm not going to ask him something like what color underwear he wears or anything like that. I'm just supposed to find out what his personality is like outside of the ring. He doesn't have to share anything with me that he doesn't want shared with the world. Obviously, as a journalist, I would respect his privacy."

"I know you would, Sara. But can I give you some advice? Don't ask him about his past girlfriends; the poor guy hasn't had any luck. Before he met and went out with Sam, he was a lady's man, a different woman in his bed every night until she came along. He feel hard for her, but then she turned out to be a real bitch and cheated on him. He was going to ask her to marry him and everything."

"Huh. I knew that she had cheated on him, but I didn't know the rest of that stuff."

"Wait. How much have you been talking to Randy?" John sounded worried; like he was scared that I was getting too close to his friend too quickly.

"Oh, not much. We talked for a while on the flight to Massachusetts and then a little bit yesterday at the rest stop. Why? Don't you want me talking to him?"

"No, it's not that. I just...I just don't think that it's the best time for either of you right now to be thinking of starting a relationship together."

"I really don't think that's for you to decide, Johnny." Now I was starting to get upset; it's not the fact that I wanted to date Randy or anything, it's the fact that John is trying to put a stop to anything before it even happens. I'm 26 years old; I don't need a babysitter, I can make my own decisions. Unfortunately, John still thinks I'm a kid.

"Sara, I'm just saying that I don't think it's a good idea for either of you to jump into something. Take it slow. You'll find out that he comes across as a real smug jerk, but he really is a nice guy. That's the guy you should be getting to know, the nice guy, not the jerk. Please. Just take it slow."

"You make it sound like you already know that me and Randy might like each other. I just met the guy a couple days ago, John. It's not like I'm ready to jump in bed with him or anything. I just think he's...interesting."

"Good. Let's keep it that way, Sara." And apparently this conversation was over. Big brother had spoken.

It was almost seven o'clock when we got back to the hotel; I followed John to the room he was sharing with Randy. Apparently on Randy's days off, he liked to just lay around and not do anything, because the room was trashed. Clothes and pizza boxes everywhere. "Dude! I was seriously gone for like ten minutes and you trashed the place!" John exclaimed as he looked around the room in disbelief.

"Wasn't me, man," Randy replied with his eyes still glued to the television.

"Oh, who was it then? Are you saying that a bunch of elves came in and decided to throw your underwear, DVDs, games and crap everywhere?"

"Yep," was all Randy said before something went flying across the room and hit in the head. He looked up and glared at my brother.

"Watch it, Cena. If you would let me talk, you would know that Ted and Cody stopped by and we hung out today."

"Who's Ted and Cody?" I asked as I sat down on the edge of one of the beds. I hate being left out of conversations.

John rolled his eyes, "Two of Randy's buddies. A spoiled rich kid and a narcissistic idiot."

"Oh. They sound...nice," was all I could say.

Randy chuckled, "John doesn't care for them. He's still jealous that I was in a stable with them and not him. Get over yourself, drama queen!"

John stood up and pulled his shirt up over his head. "Oh, so you're gonna bring that up again!"

"Dude, why did you take your shirt off? Are you trying to impress me? Because it's not working," Randy said as he got off the bed and started putting his clothes back in his suitcase.

"What? Hell no! I was...I was...actually, I have no idea why I just did that. I guess it's a reflex from being in the ring too long," he said with a cheesy smile.

"Wow." Randy looked over at me.

"Oh, this is nothing, Sara. Wait until he gets drunk and pulls this drama queen shit. It's hilarious!" Randy said as he tried to hold in a laugh when he saw the look on John's face.

"Drunk? I think that's a great idea! Sara! Go get changed; we're gonna go out tonight!" John said enthusiastically.

I didn't know what to say, because I'm not quite sure what just happened. "Ok, I guess. What time are you leaving and where are we going?" I said as I started towards the door.

"Ten minutes and a bar. Duh."

"Shut up, Johnny. Make it twenty," I said I walked out the door. Tonight was going to be interesting; I was going to get my first glimpse into life on the road.