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Chapter 12: The Viper, the Aussi Girl and the Champ
Johns POV
John felt his back hit the mat as Randy threw him over his shoulder and groaned; that was the 4th time in the past ten minutes, He needed to focus; backing into his corner he saw Randy watching him, his eyes predatory but mixed with concern for his friend as well. He'd been losing this entire match all because he was still internally beating himself up for fucking up the night before.
*flash back*
He watched Leslie out of the corner of his eye as he drove her back to the Arena's parking lot, she hadn't looked at him once, instead she stared out the window seething with embarrassment. He'd already tried to apologise twice, but she just completely ignored him, that is a part from fixing him with a death glare so ferocious the words died on his tongue.
Once they had pulled up near her mustang, she had deftly climbed from the car and strode away with a defiant, rigid posture, hands clenched, not looking back once, even when he called out her name his voice echoed off stone and came back twice as loud, but she kept on walking.
He hadn't gotten any sleep after that
*End of flash back*
Now he was miserable and getting his arse handed to him. He watched Randy straighten out of his crouch and shake his head. Walking over he helped John get to his feet as he began questioning the shorter men.
'Seriously John, what the hell is going on with you? I'm not going to keep kicking your arse with no contest, are you sick or something?' Randy asked.
They climbed out of the ring, much to the disappointment of the local junior league wrestlers who had gathered to watch them fight.
Walking towards the rest area, they grabbed a couple bottles of water before John replied mumbling
'I'm not sick', while avoiding Randy's other question.
'So what then? Don't tell me nothing, something's obviously wrong with you'. He fixed me with his famous Viper Glare.
I huffed out a breath as my hand rubbed over the back of my head.
'Promise not to tell anyone?' I said finally
In answer to which he simply glared at me, and then mimed placing his hand over his heart and an imaginary stack of bibles.
'Ok so there's a girl-'
'Knew it!' Randy exclaimed punching the air
'Do you mind! Pouring out my heart here!' I bitingly replied.
'Ok, sorry sorry, go on'
'ok and I really like her, for the first time since Liz have I felt something more only thing is, she's got like issues... and she won't let me get close to her. Until last night, I finally sort of cracked through till I fucked up...'
'Fucked up how?'
'Well we were at dinner, that Indian place you mentioned Sam really liked? Well then after dealing with some drunken arsehole we went out to my car and we started like making out and stuff, then it started getting heavy so I stopped it. And kinda said "we can't" and she kinda froze up and walked off upset, I actually made her cry...I think... and she punched me' I trailed off looking at Randy apprehensively who was shaking from repressed laughter.
'ok first of, I want to meet this girl just so I can high five her but on a more serious topic, Dude that was incredibly dumb, for a few reasons; One, you rejected a girl, always stupid, they will always take it badly, even if you're doing it to be a gentlemen! And two why the hell would you stop it from going further? Aren't you a red blooded, hot headed male? Why on gods earth would you cock block yourself!
'Because, I do like her, and I knew she wasn't truly ready, I didn't want her getting caught up in the moment and wind up hating me!'
'And now?' he queried
'And now, well she won't speak to me, and-'
'And your messed up over it' Randy finished for me
'Well...yeah'
'So who is she?'
I just shook my head at that, if I told him it would make training with her and Randy for the next few days way to awkward and uncomfortable.
'Whatever fine, reckon you can stop wallowing for a while?
'Yeah'
'Let's keep wrestling till Leslie arrives then?'
'Yeah umm sure, thanks for listening man. Be with you in one moment' I replied, throwing my empty bottle into the bin and walking across to the ring.
-10 minutes later-
John listened to the small crowd cheer and call insults around the ring as he held Randy across his shoulders about to execute the Attitude Adjustment; he had finally regained the upper hand in this match.
His trademark smile was on his face when he heard the door to the Gym opening and shutting; involuntarily he looked in the direction of the sound. Time slowed, he could feel his heart beat and every breath entering and leaving his body as Leslie walked towards the ring; her eyes fixed on his. All of a sudden he came back to reality as he felt Randy wriggling out of his hold and hitting him with a RKO then roll into a pin. He struggled to break it even as half his brain remained stuck on the image of Leslie walking towards him.
1...2...3...Randy got the pin as he rolled off of him and grinned as he raised his arm in victory.
'Too slow old man' he jeered at John
John ignored him, shook his head and stood up, and shook his hand congratulating him on the win.
'My, my, my, isn't she something' Randy said, finally catching sight of Leslie. "She looks even better than she did a couple weeks ago, no wonder the Nexus boys want her' he finished with a smirk
'Hey easy man, your married remember' I responded, suddenly alarmed that Randy would change back to the Ladies Man he had been before he met Sam and pursue Leslie.
'Of course John, doesn't mean a man can't appreciate beauty any more does it?' he said as they both climbed out of the ring and walked to meet Leslie.
Leslie POV
As she came to a stop in front of John and Randy she couldn't help an amused smile curving her lips up as she watched Randy look her over and give her a satisfied smirk, flicking her eyes towards John she saw a scowl cross his face as he watched the same spectacle she did.
Biting her lip and smiling flirtatiously at Randy she stepped towards the stationary pair until she was incredibly close whilst keeping her eyes fixed on Randy as she had done to Cena moments before. Turning at the last second and lightly stepping around his body she continued towards the locker area, a small giggle escaping.
She knew she was being a bitch but if she was going to be stuck within close proximity to Cena for an unknown number of days, well she needed to annoy him as much as possible to try and quell any strong feelings other then hate they might harbour for each other.
After quickly changing into a black sports bra with a deep blue singlet over that and black and red nylon short shorts and her wrestling boots Leslie came out to see Randy and John both waiting for her.
While walking towards them she quickly finished tugging her hair into a high pony tail; knowing that guys often used female wrestles hair against them, she had lost just a few too many hanks of hair, and sometimes scalp as proof.
'So are we gonna do this or what' Leslie demanded imperiously quirking an eyebrow at the two statuesque men who now towered above her now minus heels.
Ignoring the smirk on Orton's face and Cena who was watching her intently with a look of concern on his face, as if he expected her to start crying any second, she started towards the ring. She couldn't resist rolling her eyes, seriously she shows a little emotion in front of him and he's practically following her around with a tissue box.
Climbing into the ring, without her normal production she stood in the centre and jumped from foot to foot as she waited for Orton and Cena to decide whose ass she was going to kick first.
John's POV
John watched Leslie watch them as he and Randy stood on the apron, bickering over who would fight first.
'Let me at her, I want to wipe that confident smirk off her face' Randy was saying a little too smugly
'No I should go first, you'll kill her if you go first, I'll go gentle; y'know ease her into it'
'Pfft man, she doesn't want to be 'eased into it' she wants to experience the awesomeness of the Viper in the ring'
I looked at him incredulously before my attention was stolen by a husky laugh from Leslie; she had obviously over heard that last comment. And Randy wasn't pleased it seemed with the contemptuous smirk she had now fixed her with.
'Look, stop your fucking quibbling boys, I have a solution, I'll take both of you on' she said quirking her head to the side and smiling brightly.
'No!' I said firmly as Randy looked on, with a smug happy smirk.
'Yes' she said exasperated, 'seriously, how the hell am I meant to take on 5 guys possibly all at once in a few days if your too freaking pansy ass to let me take on both of you now?' she half shouted
'I'm game' Randy growled, to which Leslie simply quirked an eyebrow in response looking towards Cena now, she was determined to keep this light and competitive.
He signed 'fine'
'Great' I chirped out before dancing towards my half of the ring, flashing a smile to the few people who had been watching out argument. They looked worried; I couldn't help my smile becoming broader.
I turned around and watched John swing himself under the ropes and enter the ring. Dancing forwards quickly John came slowly towards me, an unhappy frown on his face as we locked arms. Grunting, I realised just how strong Cena was, I had never struggled to break a lock up before, but here I could barely prise his hands and arms from mine. Finally I managed to and hit him in the chest with my right foot, knocking the breath out of him I ran towards the rope, using the momentum I clotheslined John who hit the mat before jumping back up. We squared off again; him charging forwards and me dancing out of the way and hitting him with the odd punch or foot to the abs when possible. So far he'd barely managed to lay a hand on me, and I wanted to keep it that way.
As he sprang forwards again, attempting to tackle me to the ground I started to jump out of his way, but he was prepared and twisted around grabbing my foot and bringing me face forward on the mat.
Instantly aware, I struggled to get out of his grip as he started to trying to set up a STFU, as he wrenched on my foot to drag me away from the ropes, I twisted onto my back and kicked out with my free foot, connecting with his knee, causing him to gasp in pain; his grip momentarily weakened I pulled my foot from his weakened grip before quickly flipping Shawn Michaels styles back up before ducking down to avoid the punch and sprang up planting both feet on his chest in a high kick then rolling away to my corner to wait for him to get back to his feet.
I crouched, with one hand seemingly lazily thrown out to the ropes and my centre of gravity low. Quickly flipping my hair back over my shoulder, I watched Cena shake his head to clear his thoughts and get to his feet. He glanced over his shoulder to where Orton was yelling at him to tag him in, 'Damnit he better bloody not' I thought furiously to myself'
'C'mon Cena' I heard myself jeering 'you gonna tag out that quickly? Jeez I know I'm good but really, am I that good?'
Cena turned back towards me and was greeted with a taunting smirk
'Don't listen to her Cena, let me in and I'll teach her a lesson'
Cena ran towards me blindly, just as he reached me, I used my arm on the ropes to pull myself out of harm's way as he hit the turnbuckle; I was already scaling the ropes to start raining down blows on his head and torso.
Eventually, I flipped around so that I was standing with a foot on each rope directly in front of him. Growing bored of this, I quickly switched so I was facing away from Cena before putting him into a front facelock and hitting him with a DDT. Rolling him over, I pulled his leg up for a cover and got to two before he kicked out.
I let out a growl of frustration at that as I rolled away, staying half on my knees as John got back to his feet, a smiling playing across his features as he smiled at the scowl on my face.
'I don't go down easy baby' he called to me
'We'll just see about that-' John had unwisely backed into his corner and Randy impatient as always, had tagged himself in.
I watched them bicker for a moment. I knew Randy's style was completely different from John's, a lot more like my own.
Randy slowly walked towards me, trying to corner my into a corner, but the one advantage I had over him was I was a lot smaller and nimble, something he wasn't used to; I played along for a minute until he got closer, when he suddenly charged at me, I flitted to the side under one of his arm, and twirled around, planted a hand on each of his shoulders and hit him with my personalised back breaker before a DDT followed.
As he was lying on the ground, I decided to have a little fun with this. Running past Randy to the ropes and then to the other side, I came to a stop by his head once again, I glanced over at John who looked livid before performing his own move, the 5 knuckle shuffle on Randy, who groaned and rolled away, quickly pinning Randy, I got the count of 1 2 3 from the crowd that had gathered outside the ring and rapidly rolled away as Randy sat up and fixed me with a cold glare.
Knowing I would pay for this later, I ignored him as I climbed onto the top rope and threw my arm up in victory letting out a loud 'whoooo', the small crowd laughed.
Jumping down, I bounced over to where John and Randy were glaring at me.
'So when's round two?' Leslie taunted.
