Okay, new responses are up for chapters 25 and 26! Okay…and now…without further introduction…
Chapter 27: Working Out and Working Hard
~Tampa Florida, St. Pete Times Forum~
Randy and Mick were in the back going over the plans for their confrontation that night. "Okay, So I follow out back, and then you want me to spit in your face? Are you sure?" Randy was questioning him. Mick was a legend and he knew he supposed to be the "legend killer", but he didn't want to go that far…
"Yah, spit in my face and talk down to me, but not necessarily in that order," he laughed, "You can insult me first, then spit in my face, but either way…" he trailed off with a light chuckle.
Randy shook his head in disbelief, "Alright dude, but I'm warning you. I can hack a pretty big loogie."
"Good! That's what I want to hear!" Mick confirmed as he gave him a rough pat on the back.
"Man, Mick, you're crazy, but I'll do it," Randy stood, "Is that all we needed to discuss about tonight?"
"Yup!" Mick paused before exiting Evolution's dressing room, "By the way, good work last night. You'll make a good Intercontinental champion," Mick smiled as he left. His compliment left Randy wearing a toothy grin which was actually kind of like a happy smile mixed in with a proud smirk. (LOL).
Randy sat back down on the couch. 'Tonight is going to be crazy,' he thought to himself. He stretched, remembering the conversation he had shared with Annie earlier today. She had told him he was going to do great, and begged him to tell her what was going to happen tonight, but he had refused. He loved torturing her with the storyline. She was so in to it sometimes. He laughed as he tried to remember the first night he met her.
He remembered the way her face had scrunched up in anger right before she smacked him. He nearly laughed out loud as he shook his head, 'She's cute when she's angry,' he thought to himself. 'Even cuter when she puts up a fight,' he admitted to his mind as the memory of her jumping him from behind to beat him to the bathroom. He had better stop thinking about it or else…
"Hey Randy! How you doin' boy?" Ric asked, rescuing Randy from his thoughts before they got the better of him.
"I'm good. Just thinking, you know?"
"Yah. I can't wait to see you defend that title! Too bad that you and Mick aren't really gonna fight tonight!"
"I know. Here I am, the legend killer, and I don't have any legends to kill! What am I supposed to do, you know?" He asked in mock arrogance.
"I don't know," Ric played along as they both let out sighs then chuckled a bit as they leaned back and watched the monitor. Bischoff was about to announce that Goldberg was inactive for 30 days.
~Meanwhile~
Annie changed the channel of the tv at the gym. She had been watching RAW in her office on a television she had 'acquired' from Danny's office earlier that day, but decided to go to the gym downstairs and work off some of her frustration. She went over to her treadmill and started out at a jog, then she inclined it and turned up the speed. She looked up at the screen and saw Eric yelling at Bill. "Same 'o, same 'o," she mused.
She was looking forward to the match between Randy and Mick. She wanted Randy to win and retain his title, but she had to admit, she was curious what the WWE would be like without Eric for a couple of months. Probably stale and too damn happy, that or Vince would make an appearance and try to stir the fans up.
She really wasn't sure who she wanted to win, and Randy wouldn't crack earlier even when she begged him relentlessly to tell her what was going to happen. She sighed as she slowed her pace on the treadmill and eventually stopped it completely. She was in the mood to punch something.
Annie had been having a Hell of a time trying to get all of her work done. 'Just one more week,' she kept telling herself, but even that motivation was lacking. She just wanted to go home…wanted to see Randy. "Uhrhrhrhrrhr," she let out a very frustrated groan, "This sucks," she nearly yelled as she began to pummel the large punching bag before her. She made sure she was within seeing range of the tv screen. She didn't want to miss Randy's match.
After getting lost in her own punches, Annie looked up at the screen to see Randy walking down the ramp to the ring. She immediately stopped all other activities and got as close to the tv as possible. She stretched as she sat on the floor and listened to Mick Foley's music hit.
She was watching intently as Mick, seemingly to her, began to play mind games with Randy. She was absolutely sure that he was going to run into that ring any minute and catch Randy off guard, although, Randy seemed to be completely ready, not once taking his beautiful blue eyes off of Mick.
Annie furrowed her brow in confusion as Mick slowly kept making his way up the ramp. 'Where the Hell is he going?' She shook her head, 'He's probably just trying to lure Randy backstage. He'll jump out any minute and try to beat him up,' she reassured herself, ready for anything that might happen.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw Mick enter his office and then come back out seconds later holding a duffle bag on one shoulder, and his suit on the other. "What the FUCK is going on?" She was really getting into it, and at that moment, very glad that no one else was in the gym to see her feathers get ruffled.
She knew Randy had followed him back there, "Where is he?" she questioned the television screen. "Finally," she sighed as she heard Randy's voice yelling to Mick. She listened intently as Randy delivered a beautiful speech, then grimaced when she saw the giant loogie he spit right on Mick's face. "Eeeeeww. Gosh Randy," she smiled. Then her disappointment set in. She had really wanted to see that match, and the writers had shot all of her excitement straight to Hell. "Bastards," she exhaled.
Now, even more frustrated than before, she headed back to the punching bag. She punched and kicked until she didn't feel the need to beat anything anymore. Happy with her workout, Annie hit the showers. As she did, a picture of Randy wearing Red shorts entered her mind. While she didn't like the red ones as much as she did the black ones, he looked good in both. Not to mention the added affect the belt gave to his presence. She thought of a few ways they could use that belt before smacking herself in the head and forcing herself to think of something else.
Regretfully, her thoughts returned to work. She had to get done by next Monday, or her plans would totally fall through. She also had to call her dad and tell him she wouldn't be there for Christmas, but she would be there afterward. She didn't want to leave him alone on Christmas, but she had to get to Randy. That truth, however, still did nothing to ease her guilt as thoughts of a lonely father entered her mind. Then she resolved her problems, "I'll just make him meet me in St. Louis," she thought with a smile. "He can get a hotel, and I'll call him as soon as I'm done talking with Randy."
Feeling good about her decision, Annie turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She felt good having worked out and now she felt ready to retackle the paper work and make preparations for the meeting tomorrow. She took a deep breath as she finished getting dressed and headed back upstairs, "Looks like it's going to be another all nighter," she sighed in a defeated breath.
~Two hours later~
Randy lay awake in his bed. He had wanted to call Annie after the show, but the guys practically dragged him out to dinner. He had fun and they had shared a couple hundred laughs, but at the end of the night, his thoughts were focused on one person. 'Surely she isn't asleep. Hell, it's only one,' he thought to himself as he rolled over on the bed and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.
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Annie lay face down where she had fallen asleep at her desk. Her phone rang loudly, filling the otherwise silent room with the sound of the Bonanza theme song. Annie sat up quickly as she was startled awake, a contract sticking to her forehead. She looked around confused for two seconds as she finally realized where she was and that her phone was ringing. The paper fell from her face as she reached for her phone.
"Hello?" she asked in a groggy voice.
"Annie?" he chuckled softly.
"Hey…" she yawned quietly as she sat back in her seat and put her feet up on her desk.
"Were you sleeping?" he asked although he already knew the answer.
"Yah…I'm at the office though, so it's probably good that you called. I need to be getting out of here."
"You're at the office? Now? It's one o'clock…in the morning!"
Breanne laughed slightly, "I know, but I got behind. I was watching Raw, and working out at the same time earlier today, to take a break, you know? Then your match came on and…there was no match! I got pissed at the writers and worked out until I couldn't lift my arms high enough to hit the bag," she laughed at the remembrance her behavior earlier that night. She really did get into it sometimes. She was almost as bad as a Soap Oprah fiend.
Randy laughed on the other end, "That's pretty bad. Did you really want to see me in action that badly?"
Annie blushed. She hated that, why was she blushing? He couldn't see her. She was brought out of her thoughts when he spoke again.
"I mean, I know I'm good looking, and you like to see me all sweaty, but there wasn't anything I could do, you know?"
"Oh shut up, ya big, cocky bastard!" Annie was trying to put him in his place, but only caused him to roar with laughter.
"You know, that accent of yours shows really good when you're pissed," he laughed at her.
"Oh…fuck you!"
If Annie could have seen Randy's face at the moment her words hit his ears, she would have seen mischief written all over it, "Well…" he smirked, "I knew you were hot for me, but I had no idea you had that on your mind."
Annie gasped in humiliation. Her eyes were wide and her mouth dropped in exasperation. "I-…you-…errrrrr…" she couldn't even find the words.
Randy let out a cocky chuckle, "What? You said it."
"I know what I said! And I didn't mean it like that!"
"Chill, Annie, I'm just fucking with you," he snickered.
"Anyway, why are you calling me at one o'clock in the morning, huh?"
"I don't know. I couldn't sleep so…" he paused, "Are you mad?" he asked with genuine concern.
"Oh, no, no, no. I'm just curious. You usually call right after the show."
"Yah, I know, but the guys wanted to go out, and well, I couldn't resist Olive Garden," he laughed.
"Uh-huh," she laughed remembering the first time they had hung out. It had been at Olive Garden. She yawned and stretched, "I'm going to have to get the Hell out of here. I can't believe I fell asleep on my desk."
Randy laughed, "Yah, well you're right. You should get out of there, go to your hotel room, pack your suitcase, get a plane ticket, and fly home to Missouri."
Breanne sighed and bit her tongue, forcing herself to keep her secret, "I know, but I have so much to do here. I'll be lucky if I get to Piedmont by Christmas," she lied.
"Well, then maybe I'll just have to come there and visit you," he suggested. "You shouldn't be alone for the holidays."
"NO!!" She shouted, the recoiled, "I mean…you shouldn't abandon your family. I don't want to tear you away from them. It's such an important time of the year and all," she tried to cover herself, and failed.
Randy was a little shocked by her sudden outburst. He knew she wasn't telling him something. Had she met someone else? "Annie? What's really going on? You wouldn't be so damn jumpy if it were just work keeping you from going home to your father."
Annie had to take the defensive, "What are you talking about? I'm just really swamped up here, and I don't want to make you go out of your way or take you from your family during the holidays." Besides, that would totally ruin my surprise!!
Randy breathed a small sigh. He decided to believe her, besides, she sounded sincere, "Sorry, I-"
"Don't worry about it! I know…I can exaggerate sometimes," she laughed nervously, "I'll probably be able to make it to dad's without missing Christmas day. In fact, I'm actually going to make it home by the night before Christmas Eve. At least that's what I'm going for and come Hell or high water, I will!"
"Well, for your sake, I hope you make it! Your dad would probably kill you otherwise," he teased.
"Actually, he would," she assured.
"Cool, well, I gotta get off of here. There's a bunch of interviews and photo shoots scheduled for tomorrow."
"Yah. I need to get some sleep before my meeting tomorrow morning."
"I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Yup! Hopefully I'll get a chance to see you defend that belt in two weeks, eh?"
"I don't know…maybe," he antagonized.
"Whatever. Get some sleep."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye, Randy," she said as she hung up. She exhaled a deep breath. 'Dammit, Breanne Davis, you almost gave it all away!' She thought to herself as she gathered her things and turned off her office light, finally deciding to call it a night.
~Meanwhile~
Randy lay in his bed pondering. 'Hmm…if she isn't going to be able to come to me for Christmas, I guess I'll just have to go to her. She just assured me she would be going to her father's come Hell or high water, so I guess I'll just have to meet her in Piedmont.'
Randy sank back into his bed and under his covers. He smiled in approval at his plans to surprise her. He was even happier that he would be able to finally tell her he loved her, and that the intensity of the last few months didn't have anything to do with it.
Finally, finding a comfortable position, Randy drifted to sleep. He, after all, had a busy week ahead of him. He would be in all kinds of interviews, photo shoots, and signings until Saturday. Then he would go home and explain to his family that he would be going to Piedmont to retrieve Annie, kidnap her even, if need be.
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The week passed quickly for both Annie and Randy. Annie had called her dad and told him to get a hotel close to where Randy's family lived, at least by Monday. She attended meetings and finished tying up the loose ends at OVW, and by Friday, she was nearly completely done with her work at OVW.
Danny Davis had informed her at their meeting Friday morning, that she would definitely be able to take her leave by Monday and return to the WWE, officially, on the twenty-ninth. Annie was ecstatic, and couldn't wait for Christmas eve when she would surprise Randy by showing up on his doorstep and telling him everything that lay within her heart. She was ready and she was determined to make him hers, and give herself to him as well.
Randy, on the other hand, was finished with all of his duties on Saturday. He returned to his parents house Sunday night, and told them that he was going to be going to Annie's house on Christmas Eve, and that if he were lucky, he'd be bringing her and her father home with him that night. Little did he know that only three miles away, Tim Davis was sleeping soundly in his hotel room in St. Louis, and Annie was in the process of buying a plane ticket for Tuesday that would lead her to St. Louis as well.
Randy went to the gas station Tuesday night to fill up his tank, he would be leaving early the next day for Piedmont.
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OH NO!!! They both have the same the same plan!!! What is going to happen??? Will Annie and Randy get to see each other at all during the holidays, or will they bypass each other completely?? I guess you'll have to wait until I get the next chapters posted to find out!! Which will probably be around Christmas eve or so….muwhahahahha!
Coming Soon:
Chapter 29: Trying to Get to You: Part 1
Hope you liked this chapter! Please review and tell me what you think!!
Pammi
