Title: Mr. Monday Night
By: Cara
Disclaimer: I do not own RVD or the WWF. They belong to Vince McMahon and Titan Sports.
Rob was supposed to be at the airport at 9:30 since Torrance's plane landed at 9:50. It was 10:00 and Torrance was sitting in the lobby when Rob finally walked in. He had on a sweat suit ad gym shoes. Torrance stood up and put her hand on her hip. "Took you long enough," she snapped as she threw a duffel bag at him.
He caught it without blinking an eye. "Sorry. Family matters."
Torrance left it at that, not wanting to pry and picked up her suitcase. She shouldn't have let her sister Heidi to help her pack. 'She must have packed a year's supply of clothes!' Torrance thought as she dropped the heavy luggage.
"Here." Rob handed her the duffel bag and picked the suitcase off the floor. They headed for the exit both trying to make conversation.
"So where are we going first?" Torr asked as they neared Rob's rented car.
"To a gym in the hotel we're staying at. So are you nervous about tonight?"
Torrance shook her head. "I don't get nervous," she informed him matter-of- factly. 'Until now," she said to herself as she felt her hands start to sweat. What was wrong with her? She never got nervous while talking to a man. She made a mental note to get something to eat after her workout to calm her nerves.
Rob pulled up to the hotel and let himself and Torrance out. They walked to the gym, people gawking at them not believing that RVD was there walking in a hotel in the flesh. Once in the gym, he pulled his sweatshirt off to reveal his sculpted muscles. Torrance felt her heartbeat quicken. 'What a body,' she thought to herself. She walked to the stationary bike and pulled her cd player out her athletic bag and popped in her No Doubt cd. She pedaled furiously for 25 minutes when she was tapped on the shoulder. She took off her headphones, and turned around.
"Hi. You must be the new girl wrestler. I'm Trish."
"Torrance."
"So you're going to be Rob's new manager."
"And you are the Women's Champion. Watch out. I'm going to be your toughest opponent yet, Torrance warned her with a smile.
"Well it'll be an honor to compete with you. But I might warn you. I'm not an easy win myself."
The two ladies exchanged smiles, and went on about their own business with a newfound respect of one another. Torrance hopped off the bike and made her way over to the weight set. "Need someone to spot you?"
Torrance looked up and saw Rob standing above her. His chest was glistening with sweat and his hair that was in a neat ponytail a while ago, was in disarray. "Sure. Thanks."
"No problem."
*~*~
It was show time.
Torrance waited anxiously behind the curtain as she watched Rob's match. The Dudley Boyz and Kurt Angle were now beating on Rob. She waited on her cue. "5,4,3,2…." She ran out, steel chair in hand.
Commentary
J.R: Who is this woman with the steel chair?
King: I don't know but she's beating the hell out Kurt and the Dudelyz.
*~*~
Torrance knocked Buh Buh Ray out the ring and dropped the chair. She climbed to the top rope and braced herself. 'Here goes nothing,' she thought as she flipped off the top rope. Perfect. Angle rolled out the ring, withering in pain. Torrance ran over to Rob and draped her arm over his shoulder and left out the ring to applause.
