So sorry for this late update, I wanted to make sure that I had a lot to give you guys, I don't go one chapter at a time, its more like two or three. please review!

She smiled over at him, "Your on." She said with a smirk, grabbing some clothes and her shower bag. "So?" She asked lightly, smiling playfully.

"I'm going, good luck." He said grabbing his key off the stand and phone. "Call if you give up." he joked before leaving the room with a smile.

She smiled and was in the shower as soon as the door shut, she let the hot water run over her body as she washed her hair quickly and then rinsed. She then began soaping herself up, washing all over before rinsing once more, then quickly soaped up her legs, then grabbing her pretty pink razor.

Randy rushed down the stairs, skipping over the elevator completely. He was used to running them anyways so it didn't matter much to rush down four flights. Walking into the lobby's breakfast area he grabbed two bagels, cream cheese, cereal, apples and oranges. Lastly he got two cartons of milk and two of apple juice. Placing them carefully in two a carryout boxes he stacked them ontop of each other and began his climb up the stairs. This time he went slow since he was sure she wasn't out yet.

Finishing her legs she stepped out and dried off before dressing. She walked out into the hotel room and sat in-front of the mirror to start brushing out her hair.

Randy listened and didn't hear the shower going, he didn't even have to go inside to know he lost. Sighing and putting on a smile he stepped inside. "Breakfast is here." He said walking past the damp looking Elenore with her brush. She was smiling wide, full of victory.

She smirked up at him and made herself feel tall. "Told ya so." She stated. She ran her brush through her hair one last time and then put it up, standing up to face him. "I even shaved my legs."

"Cocky are we this morning?" "Already getting our WWE attitude I see." He joked as he handed her a carry out box with a smile. "Eat up but not so much that you'll throw up on me in an hour, I rather keep the puke to a minimum." "Plus I have a surprise for you during training." Randy said. It was true, he arranged for an all time Women's Champ to come help out, not even bothering with Stacy. He didn't want that mess to continue unless it must on screen besides that Stacy was no more. You could say the Viper had his sights set on the newest WWE member and she was standing right before him. That thought made his smile even wider.

She smiled at him and walked over to the bed, opening her box, facing away from him. By this time she knew that Randy would be able to see what she was wearing. A short tank top that stopped just above her belly button and fabric shorts with the word 'viper' air-brushed on the butt. They were her prized shorts and smirked as she ate, waiting for his reaction as she leant over to get an apple.

He knew he hadn't approved the WWE to sell those shorts so he knew they had to be of her creation. "Nice ass." He said with a chuckled biting into an apple.

She chuckled and turned to face him. "I'm glad you like them." She said with a smile. She then put a whole slice of apple in her mouth.

"Well meet me downstairs in the gym. Its just to the right of the lobby, there should be WWE signs plastered all over." Randy said. "Don't forget water." He reminded her. He surely didn't need her passing out on him. Grabbing his bag and opening it up on the foot of the bed he fished out his Aviators and grey beanie. It was his simple disguise topped off with his jacket that he used when he didn't want to be bothered easily. He zipped up the bag and tossed the strap over his shoulder, heading for the door and turned to face her. "See ya in a bit miss Elenore." He smiled before opening the door and leaving the room.

She smiled after him, even after he had left the room. She couldn't help but feel head over heels for the man, but after everything that had happened between the two in the past couple of weeks, she wanted to take it slow, at least for a little while to figure everything out. Elenore turned and grabbed her phone, looking at the time before grabbing a large bottle of water and a towel before walking out of the hotel room and heading towards the elevator. In the elevator she decided to text John. She didn't know quite what to say, but she wanted to check on him.

Text to John: Hey, I know that I never came back to you last night but . . . I just, I don't know . . . Randy confessed why he was such a jerk and I just want to take it slow. I know that I've probably hurt you but I do have some good news out of it all.
She sent it with a smile, hoping that everything between her and John would be okay.

"Trish Status that one and only!" Randy called seeing her lacing up her boots. She stood up and he hugged her warmly. "Missed ya kiddo." He joked.
"Kiddo? Please you are how much younger than me chump." She joked before sitting back down. Trish was one of the few girls Randy was close friends with and one of the first that accepted him into the business two years ago give or take.
"Its Champ. Get your vowels right." He said pulling out his boots and putting his glasses, hat and jacket on the bench. Sitting down next to Trish he began getting his boots on. "You'll be impressed with this girl Trish. She is what the diva's division needs."
Trish hoped so, she had left to start her own family and since then the only reason the division was still a division was Mickie Lita and Stacy, that wasn't saying much at all. Sure Mickie and Lita were good but more and more girls were like Stacy. Slutty, snobby, dumb and fake. Maryse, Michelle, Layla, did she need to list more names.
John rolled over almost falling out of bed to grab his phone off the stand. Once his eyes adjusted to the sudden light assault he replied, not quickly because he was still half asleep and his fingers we clumsy in his mind numbing sleepy state.
Text to Elenore: No hard feelings dear. Glad everything is working out, Randy and I did last night too. What's the good news?
He sent it and sighed. John might as well get up and spend his day off working out and training. He had nothing else to do.

She looked at her phone as she walked out of the elevator. She sighed, seeing that he did feel a bit hurt because of it all. She quickly made a reply, making sure that she included her good news for him.
Text to John: Well, I know that we had something and I do still like you a lot John, but you know how I am for Randy. But anyway, the good news is that I know someone else that likes you . . . a lot.
Elenore quickly walked to the gym and walked through the double doors, boots on and ready to train. She had pinned up her hair into a tight ponytail and had kept her clothes the same, loving her 'viper' she saw when she walked in astonished her. She worshiped Trish and cried when she had retired, although she was happy for her, and still was. She walked over to Randy and put her hand on his arm.

"Elenore, Trish, Trish Elenore." Randy introduced them to each other.
"Its a pleasure to meet you." Trish extended a hand and smiled. Randy was right, there was something about her that reminded her of herself as a young star. "Chump here says you're pretty good in the ring." Randy rolled his eyes.
"Champ Trisha. Champ." He corrected and slung an arm around Elenore's shoulders not even thinking about how she would react.
"Anyways." Trish smiled. "Let's see what you've got. Sound good?" she asked getting into strict business mode. Not that she wouldn't joke around but she had to be on her toes incase there was something new Elenore had picked up from the skilled Orton.
John got out of the shower and dried off before pulling on a pair of shorts. Walking back into the room he grabbed his phone and replied. Curiosity sparked but then again he knew of a lot of the crushes on him floating around.

Text to Elenore: Really now? Who?

Elenore shook her hand and smiled. "It's an honor." she said lightly and wrapped her arm around Randy's waist without thinking. When Trish mentioned to get to work, she hugged Randy gently and climbed into the ring waiting for instructions. She looked over at Randy with a soft smile, she couldn't help herself.

Randy took his seat on-top of the ring Post as he watched the girls and piped in his own two sense here and there.
"So what do you know?" Trish said winding her arms in large windmills to loose up her shoulders before hopping from one foot to the other.

"I know a bit of what Randy has taught me and just instinct really." She answered as she jumped in place a moment and glanced back at Randy.

"Hmm." Trish was thinking about what to start off with. Deciding with something simple she smiled. Randy caught Elenore's glance and smiled to reassure her adding a slight nod. "I am going to start by throwing you into the ropes. I'll fake a clothes line but I want you to duck. Bounce off again and I'll bend down to grab your waist, try to jump over me." Trish said. "Think you can manage that rookie?" She joked.

Elenore smirked and took a few deep breaths, jumping in place again. "You got it." She stated with a smile, feeling confident to the max. Trish then pushed her into the ropes and using the momentum from that Elenore bounced off, easily moving to duck Trish's waiting clothesline. When she turned, bouncing off the ropes again, and when Trish went to grab her, she indeed jumped over Trish, landing on her hands and ending in a round off.

"Explain to me why he hasn't put her in the ring yet." Trish said to Randy. He shrugged seeing where she was coming from. "Half the divas out there can't do that first try, all she needs is a finisher." "Hell let her use yours."Trish was going on a rant.
"Trish. Relax." Randy said calming her. "I'll schedule Vince to see her next week and get someone to spar with." He hopped off the ring post. "As for a finisher I'm not sure if I want my RKO used by anyone else." He winked Elenore's way, joking around about the finisher ordeal. Randy had to admit he was impressed, he half expected her to fall on her face with that jump.

Elenore blushed. She usually wasn't talked about in this way and it was making her feel overjoyed. "I really don't know about a finisher either, unless their's a variation of an RKO that I can figure out." she stated lightly with a smile. She was playing around with Randy and was having fun doing so. She leant back against the ropes on the ring.

"Well I'm sorry but I have to run, You can either train or whatever with Trish or go hang out with someone." Randy said. "I'll see you later Stratus." He said.
"Later chump." He rolled his eyes putting her into a head lock. They sure looked funny with her trying to claw him and him laughing.
"Say I'm the champ!" He laughed loudly. She mumbled something and he let her go. "See ya." He quickly exited the ring just before Trish got ahold of him. "Text me if you need me okay?"Randy said looking past Trish to Elenore

Elenore smiled at him as he left. She was happy that they slowly had something going for the both of them. She sighed quietly and then looked over at Trish. "Well, I think I'm going to head to the pool for a bit, relax." she stated before shaking her hand and leaving herself, heading back to their hotel room. Once their she changed into her two piece suit and grabbed a towel before heading to the pool.

Randy headed straight for the meeting room. Inside sat Ted and Cody. The boys were young and a bit wobbly still but Vince was convinced Randy could bring them far.
"Good morning boys." Randy said sitting down. "I have to still test you in the ring but first lets talk about our first debut next Monday." Randy started.

At the pool she leant back in a lounge chair, soaking in the sun. She smiled at the thought of Randy and herself as she got out her phone. She decided to text John and Randy both.
Text to Randy: thinkin of u
Text to John: hope u are doing ok

John glanced down at his phone. Text to Elenore: Im good. You? He pressed send and began lifting the 300 pounds he had piled on the weights.

She smiled at the text he sent. She sighed as she she got a drink from pool service and sat up, putting on sun-block. She then stood and stretched a bit, preparing to get in the water.
Text to John: good, fixing to get in the pool

John stopped again when he phone buzzed and fell to the floor. Sitting up and reaching over he grabbed the tiny phone. Text to Elenore: sounds fun :)