Chapter 10
-Adam's POV
I decided to give Matt one last chance at watching Danny, but this time I made sure Amy would be with him. At least she would make sure he was attentive. Frankly, I didn't know what was going on. Ever since that night we went out to dinner I found myself thinking about Mandy constantly. I thought about her on the road, I thought about her in the ring, I thought about her when I was with Torrie and when I was with Matt. Hell I even thought about her in the shower. Okay, not the best mental picture, I know. Danny made sure I watched all of Mandy's matches with her and I had come to realize that she had an extreme amount of talent in the ring. Not only where her high flying moves out of this world, but she also had the technical skill that I had never seen any other high flyer ever posses.
When I found myself shaving and getting a bit dressed up for the occasion I knew something was wrong with me. "Matt, what's going on?" I asked as I stood studying my reflection in the mirror.
"I don't know. The girl is freaking hot. You probably just want to get laid," he said while sitting on my couch with his arms crossed as he watched me. I shook my head. It wasn't that. Not that it would be nice, but I was actually dressing up for this date. I felt like I was insane. Like I was living in some kind of parallel universe where everything was backward. This was so unlike me, it wasn't even funny. "I don't know man, it's probably just an infatuation. You don't even know her. She's not one of us...it's like that saying. How does it go? You always want what you can't have or some shit like that," Matt insisted.
Maybe it was just an infatuation. I couldn't think of anything else that it could possibly be. Even so, I hoped that it would get her off my mind if I spent some time with her and realize that she is not perfect. When the last match was over, I made my way to her locker room, which, on that night, was closer than it had been previously. When I knocked on the door, she answered it wearing a sleeveless black dress that stopped at about mid thigh. Again I was in awe. I was sure that my jaw had hit the floor.
"You look amazing," I insisted as I offered her my hand. She took it we proceeded to walk down the hall.
"Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself," she teased. Her long brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail and she left a few stray strands down to frame her face. When we got the restaurant we sat down and I ordered a nice bottle of wine. We sipped our drinks and talked a while as we waited for our food to arrive.
"So tell me about yourself. What's going on in that mind of yours?" I asked as she looked at me and smiled.
"What is there to tell? I'm just the average wrestling fan that got lucky enough to be discovered by some scouts. I guess they thought I had some promising talent. What's I'd really like though, is to be tag team champion some day, even if its not with Missy," she laughed and pulled some hair behind her ears.
"I've been watching your matches lately, I have to tell you they are amazing. I don't think there has ever been a Diva on Smackdown with that kind of talent," she blushed and looked down at her napkin. Flatter goes a long way I guess, "but what are you into? What are your interests?" I asked finishing the contents of my glass.
"Well, probably the same things everyone is into. I like movies...." Ah finally I'm getting somewhere.
"Okay, well what is your favorite movie?" I questioned.
"I don't know. I like where prestigious actors play people unlike themselves. People you wouldn't expect them to portray like um.... Brad Pitt in Kalifornia."
"Brad Pitt in Kalifornia...." I stated at the same time. This was too much. I couldn't help but feel a chill when it was said. I looked up at her and she was smiling back at me.
"Yeah, exactly," she exclaimed.
(A/N- I'm glad everyone is liking my story, but it's not gonna continue to be cute forever. Just remember, it's rated R for a reason...insert evil grin here...)
-Adam's POV
I decided to give Matt one last chance at watching Danny, but this time I made sure Amy would be with him. At least she would make sure he was attentive. Frankly, I didn't know what was going on. Ever since that night we went out to dinner I found myself thinking about Mandy constantly. I thought about her on the road, I thought about her in the ring, I thought about her when I was with Torrie and when I was with Matt. Hell I even thought about her in the shower. Okay, not the best mental picture, I know. Danny made sure I watched all of Mandy's matches with her and I had come to realize that she had an extreme amount of talent in the ring. Not only where her high flying moves out of this world, but she also had the technical skill that I had never seen any other high flyer ever posses.
When I found myself shaving and getting a bit dressed up for the occasion I knew something was wrong with me. "Matt, what's going on?" I asked as I stood studying my reflection in the mirror.
"I don't know. The girl is freaking hot. You probably just want to get laid," he said while sitting on my couch with his arms crossed as he watched me. I shook my head. It wasn't that. Not that it would be nice, but I was actually dressing up for this date. I felt like I was insane. Like I was living in some kind of parallel universe where everything was backward. This was so unlike me, it wasn't even funny. "I don't know man, it's probably just an infatuation. You don't even know her. She's not one of us...it's like that saying. How does it go? You always want what you can't have or some shit like that," Matt insisted.
Maybe it was just an infatuation. I couldn't think of anything else that it could possibly be. Even so, I hoped that it would get her off my mind if I spent some time with her and realize that she is not perfect. When the last match was over, I made my way to her locker room, which, on that night, was closer than it had been previously. When I knocked on the door, she answered it wearing a sleeveless black dress that stopped at about mid thigh. Again I was in awe. I was sure that my jaw had hit the floor.
"You look amazing," I insisted as I offered her my hand. She took it we proceeded to walk down the hall.
"Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself," she teased. Her long brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail and she left a few stray strands down to frame her face. When we got the restaurant we sat down and I ordered a nice bottle of wine. We sipped our drinks and talked a while as we waited for our food to arrive.
"So tell me about yourself. What's going on in that mind of yours?" I asked as she looked at me and smiled.
"What is there to tell? I'm just the average wrestling fan that got lucky enough to be discovered by some scouts. I guess they thought I had some promising talent. What's I'd really like though, is to be tag team champion some day, even if its not with Missy," she laughed and pulled some hair behind her ears.
"I've been watching your matches lately, I have to tell you they are amazing. I don't think there has ever been a Diva on Smackdown with that kind of talent," she blushed and looked down at her napkin. Flatter goes a long way I guess, "but what are you into? What are your interests?" I asked finishing the contents of my glass.
"Well, probably the same things everyone is into. I like movies...." Ah finally I'm getting somewhere.
"Okay, well what is your favorite movie?" I questioned.
"I don't know. I like where prestigious actors play people unlike themselves. People you wouldn't expect them to portray like um.... Brad Pitt in Kalifornia."
"Brad Pitt in Kalifornia...." I stated at the same time. This was too much. I couldn't help but feel a chill when it was said. I looked up at her and she was smiling back at me.
"Yeah, exactly," she exclaimed.
(A/N- I'm glad everyone is liking my story, but it's not gonna continue to be cute forever. Just remember, it's rated R for a reason...insert evil grin here...)