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Friday was my son's first Halloween so I didn't get to add this chapter.
Sorry!**
**Some of this information comes from Randyorton.net, and I have changed things to make them fit the story, but I didn't change dates, so please bear with me making this my own.**
Amy and Chelle made their way to their front-row seats. Chelle looked around her and seen the various types of people that were there for the show. Some looked scary themselves! Chelle grabbed Amy's arm, "Are you sure that this is safe?"
Amy laughed and hugged her, "Calm down, everything is fine. The worse that can happen is that you get a little water on ya, or a wrestler might land on ya, but other than that it's fine. You might get hit on a little, but I'll be right here. This is OVW, they have a respectable crowd."
Chelle nodded, "Right. I'll just stay by you all night."
Soon the show was underway. Randy and John were going over their match when there was a knock on the door. "5 minutes." They heard.
John looked at Randy, "Are you ready to go and impress your lady friend?"
Randy smiled, "Yeah, let's do this."
Amy looked at Chelle, "Your match is next. Are you ready to see your man in action?"
"He's not my man, but yeah, now that I've seen a few matches, I'm interested in seeing what all he can do." Chelle replied.
The ring announcer climbed in the ring. "This match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, hailing from St Louis, Missouri; weighing in at 245 pounds.Randy Orton."
The crowd cheered a little, but since he was the rookie, no one really knew who he was. He made his way down the ramp and began to walk around the ring to greet people when he seen her. She smiled at him and he smiled back at her. But, inside his stomach was doing flip-flops. He couldn't believe she had front-row seats!
When he got to her hand, instead of just slapping it, he squeezed it and winked at her and continued his way around the ring.
They announced John Cena and the two faced off in the "squared circle."
Randy had never felt as tense as he did that night. Not even for his tryout match to get into OVW. He knew that he wanted to impress her.
As the match progressed, he loosened up a bit. There was a spot in the match where John was to give him a dropkick to the face but John was closer than he thought and made full contact to Randy's face. John could tell that he had connected and he connected hard. There was blood all over Randy's face.
Chelle looked away and then looked back slowly. Randy didn't get up right away or move. Chelle grabbed Amy, "Is he ok?"
"I don't know. I don't think that was supposed to happen." Amy replied.
John dropped to cover Randy and asked him if he was ok, but there was no response. The referee went ahead and made the three-count and ended the match early. John rolled out of the ring and headed up the ramp. The trainer and the ref worked on reviving Randy.
Randy's eyes opened and he looked up at the trainer and the ref, "Is the match over?"
The trainer laughed, "Yeah, match is over. Are you seeing straight?"
"Yeah I think so. Can we just get me to the back?" Randy asked.
The trainer and the ref helped him up, he didn't look too hot. You could tell that he was feeling the kick. He looked to the crowd and he seen Chelle with a "worried sick" look on her face. Randy winked at her and headed up the ramp.
Once they were backstage John went over to him, "Dude, are you ok? I am so sorry, I totally botched that spot."
Randy sat down on the stretcher where they handed Randy some ice to hold on his nose, "Yeah, I'm ok. A little woozy but ok. Don't worry about it."
"I feel so bad, especially since your girl is out there." John replied.
"Then do me a favor. Go out there and bring her and her friend back here. She doesn't watch wrestling and she looked scared to death." Randy said to him.
"Sure man, anything I can do. I'll be back." John said grabbing a baseball hat and heading out.
The medics cleaned him up and made sure his nose wasn't broken. They just needed to make sure that he didn't have a concussion.
Chelle was talking a mile a minute to Amy during the intermission, "God Amy did you see that? I hope he's ok."
Amy laughed, "Hon, I'm sure he's fine. Accidents happen a lot in wrestling."
"Yeah but his face was covered in blood." Chelle replied with wide-eyes.
John walked up behind the two of them and cleared his throat, "Excuse me ladies."
They both stopped and turned around, "Can I help you?" Amy asked.
"Your presence is being requested backstage, I came to escort you." John replied.
Chelle looked at him pondering why he looked so familiar while Amy nodded, "Ok, let's go."
Chelle grabbed Amy's arm, "He looks so familiar but I can't place where."
Amy shook her head, "You're hopeless, that's John Cena. He's the one that kicked Randy."
Chelle looked astonished, "Wow."
Amy laughed and shook her head, "She's a rookie, don't mind her." She said to John.
John laughed, "Nothing wrong with that."
They got backstage and Randy was washing his face in the sink to get the blood off. John smiled, "And ladies, this is how Randy keeps himself looking Oh So Pretty."
Randy turned around, "Shut up John." He looked at Chelle, "Hey Chelle."
She smiled, "Hey Randy. This is my friend Amy, she's a big wrestling fan."
Randy shook her hand, "Nice to meet you. He shoved John, "This is my friend John. We started at OVW the same day. John this is Chelle and Amy."
John shook their hands, "Nice to meet you ladies. I must excuse myself however, I need a shower." And he bowed out and headed to the locker room.
"Are you ok?" Chelle asked him.
Randy smiled, "Yeah, I'm ok. My nose isn't broken and I don't have a concussion. It just knocked me out."
Amy looked up, "You know, I'm really tired. I think that I'm going to just go ahead and let you guys have a night to yourselves."
"Are you sure you don't want to hang out with us?" Chelle asked.
Amy nodded, "Yeah I'm sure. Randy can you make sure she gets home safely?"
Randy nodded, "I can do that."
"Alright, then I'm going to hit the road, Chelle, I'll see you at work tomorrow." Amy said and she headed towards the exit.
Randy looked at Chelle, "I know that we were going to go out and get to know each other better, but how about picking up some food and just heading back to my place. I have a headache."
Chelle laughed, "That sounds great."
"I'll grab my stuff and just shower at the house." Randy said with a smile. They walked to the locker room and Randy ran in and grabbed his stuff and came out, "Let's go."
They held hands and headed to the parking lot.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* They got back to Randy's house. "I'll go hop in the shower and you could set up the tv trays?" Randy offered.
"Alright, just don't take too long, you don't want your food to get cold." Chelle replied.
Randy headed off to the bathroom and Chelle grabbed two tv trays and set them up at the couch. She set everything up and grabbed them both a beer and just as she was lighting some candles, he came out in just tear-away athletic pants, and no shirt. "This looks great!"
Chelle smiled, "Thanks, I slaved in the kitchen all day."
"Liar." He replied with a smirk.
They got situated on the couch and Randy turned on the stereo low for background noise.
"So how was your first week at OVW?" Chelle asked.
Randy nodded, "It was pretty good. It was nice having John come in on the same day because that way I'm not the only rookie. I'm so glad that I made it down here, it really feels good."
Chelle smiled, "I'm so glad that it's going well. And I think you should start, tell me all about you."
Randy sat up, "Oh I see, you're going to make me start first. What do you want to know?"
"What made you choose wrestling as a career?" Chelle asked.
"Well, you see, it's in my blood. My grandpa wrestled, my dad wrestled and now I'm wrestling. I know that you don't follow wrestling, but my dad is Cowboy Bob Orton. He wrestled for the WWF."
"That's cool, you have a wrestling family." She replied. "Did you go to college?"
Randy bit his bottom lip and shook his head no, "No, instead I joined the marines."
"The Marines? Wow, I had no idea. Did you quit to wrestle?" She asked curiously.
"No, I made some bad decisions. Let me tell you my story." Randy said to her. "I signed up for the Marines in 11th grade, and was in something called the delayed entry program. I went to boot camp in July of 98, and graduated in the first week of Oct. I got a meritorious promotion, and was a PFC upon graduation, as well as a squad leader. (every platoon has 4 squad leaders, they are in charge of there squad more or less) My job was rifleman, or just basically plain old infantry. My recruiter, who all of us "recruits" admired a great deal (probably because he bought us beer on the weekends) told me that I would basically be learning about weapons all day, and have plenty of time to hit the gym. My whole plan was to get out of the Marines in 4 years, then start my wrestling career. Anyway, after boot camp I went to SOI (school of infantry) Here we fired the big weapons, learned how to set up ambushes, and all kinds of field tactics. My favorite weapon was the 40mm grenade launcher that you could attach to your M16. Lots of fun firing them. Up till this point my experience in the Corps wasn't bad at all. I had met lots of people from all over, and learned to discipline myself in whatever I did. I could dismantle my M16 and reassemble it in less then a minute and a half. I could show you how to set up a clay-more mine. Basically I learned a lot of useless stuff. I should have been learning how to apply an armbar, give hiptosses, armdrags, backdrops, and body slams. I would have never thought it, but 2 years after I was learning to be a soldier, I was wrestling Billy Gunn on international HEAT. Anyway, once SOI was over, all of us soldiers got our first Orders. I was to report to Camp Horno (not a misspelling, I swear). This is where it got interesting. Basically it was boot camp all over again, but worse. I was by far the biggest guy in the Platoon, so i was assigned the 50 cal. (a heavy freaking gun). We would go on 25 mile "humps" or hikes. But you had to carry your weapon, your pack, water and food while wearing flak jackets and our caviler helmets. We would go as a platoon to the field to do different operations that would usually last a week or so. Once we stayed out in the field for 28 days. It was simply awful.
All of a sudden I realized that all those days in the gym and fun south of the border that my recruiter told me about was a bunch of BS (I did of course get fairly acquainted with the lovely little city of Tijuana) All of the things that were doing were for a definite purpose, don't get me wrong, but I finally came to the conclusion that I didn't need to be in the military. It was Valentines Day weekend, 1999. I got on a grey hound bus in Oceanside, CA, and took it to St. Louis.(I don't recommend travel by grey hound bus by the way) I simply stayed home for 82 days. Just left. After 30 days you are a Deserter, and you are basically dropped from the platoon. I returned the first week in May, and assumed that it would be weeks before I got to go home for good. Well my 1st Sgt. felt I should give it another try, and wouldn't recommend me for a discharge. He told me I would pick up in training the following day. Well, the following day came and Randy decided to sleep in. I refused to go PT with the platoon, and after a long talk with the Battalion Commander, I was to receive a special court martial for being a deserter and disobeying a direct order. Well, what I thought might take a few weeks, was about to take 5 months. I didn't even meet my lawyer for 2 months. I had my court martial on I think July 22nd. I was sentenced to 45 days in the Brig, forfiture of pay, and a Bad Conduct Discharge. They took me straight from my court martial to the Camp Pendelton Base Brig. I wont go into detail about my experience there, but there was a lot of heavy work detail and the time just went by slow as hell. I got out Aug. 28th of 99, and it was several weeks before I made it home for good. I was actually supposed to go home sooner, but on 9/9/99 I got bit by a rattlesnake while at supply returning my issued gear. That extended my stay another week. What luck, not to mention the odd date that it happened on. So I continued to train and I wrestled around with some of the indy federations in Missouri and when the call came that the WWF/WWE was coming to town and would like to see me wrestle. So I did two tryout matches, and I got signed to a developmental deal, and now I'm here at OVW."
Chelle smiled, "Wow, Randy. I had no idea! That seems like a huge accomplishment."
"Thanks, I like to think that it is." Randy replied. "If I could change one thing in my life, it would be to never have joined the Marines."
Chelle laughed, "What can you do? Everyone has to live and learn sometime."
"So what about you? Tell me everything about you." Randy said to her.
Chelle swallowed hard, she knew that tonight was the night she had to 'fess up to everything, but she liked him so much that she was scared to death of losing him. Did she dare being completely open and honest with him?
**Sorry to end it here, but work is over for the day. Watch for the new chapter on Wednesday! If you have any ideas of anything you would like to see, please let me know! You will receive credit! Thanks again and please continue to read and review!**
**Some of this information comes from Randyorton.net, and I have changed things to make them fit the story, but I didn't change dates, so please bear with me making this my own.**
Amy and Chelle made their way to their front-row seats. Chelle looked around her and seen the various types of people that were there for the show. Some looked scary themselves! Chelle grabbed Amy's arm, "Are you sure that this is safe?"
Amy laughed and hugged her, "Calm down, everything is fine. The worse that can happen is that you get a little water on ya, or a wrestler might land on ya, but other than that it's fine. You might get hit on a little, but I'll be right here. This is OVW, they have a respectable crowd."
Chelle nodded, "Right. I'll just stay by you all night."
Soon the show was underway. Randy and John were going over their match when there was a knock on the door. "5 minutes." They heard.
John looked at Randy, "Are you ready to go and impress your lady friend?"
Randy smiled, "Yeah, let's do this."
Amy looked at Chelle, "Your match is next. Are you ready to see your man in action?"
"He's not my man, but yeah, now that I've seen a few matches, I'm interested in seeing what all he can do." Chelle replied.
The ring announcer climbed in the ring. "This match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, hailing from St Louis, Missouri; weighing in at 245 pounds.Randy Orton."
The crowd cheered a little, but since he was the rookie, no one really knew who he was. He made his way down the ramp and began to walk around the ring to greet people when he seen her. She smiled at him and he smiled back at her. But, inside his stomach was doing flip-flops. He couldn't believe she had front-row seats!
When he got to her hand, instead of just slapping it, he squeezed it and winked at her and continued his way around the ring.
They announced John Cena and the two faced off in the "squared circle."
Randy had never felt as tense as he did that night. Not even for his tryout match to get into OVW. He knew that he wanted to impress her.
As the match progressed, he loosened up a bit. There was a spot in the match where John was to give him a dropkick to the face but John was closer than he thought and made full contact to Randy's face. John could tell that he had connected and he connected hard. There was blood all over Randy's face.
Chelle looked away and then looked back slowly. Randy didn't get up right away or move. Chelle grabbed Amy, "Is he ok?"
"I don't know. I don't think that was supposed to happen." Amy replied.
John dropped to cover Randy and asked him if he was ok, but there was no response. The referee went ahead and made the three-count and ended the match early. John rolled out of the ring and headed up the ramp. The trainer and the ref worked on reviving Randy.
Randy's eyes opened and he looked up at the trainer and the ref, "Is the match over?"
The trainer laughed, "Yeah, match is over. Are you seeing straight?"
"Yeah I think so. Can we just get me to the back?" Randy asked.
The trainer and the ref helped him up, he didn't look too hot. You could tell that he was feeling the kick. He looked to the crowd and he seen Chelle with a "worried sick" look on her face. Randy winked at her and headed up the ramp.
Once they were backstage John went over to him, "Dude, are you ok? I am so sorry, I totally botched that spot."
Randy sat down on the stretcher where they handed Randy some ice to hold on his nose, "Yeah, I'm ok. A little woozy but ok. Don't worry about it."
"I feel so bad, especially since your girl is out there." John replied.
"Then do me a favor. Go out there and bring her and her friend back here. She doesn't watch wrestling and she looked scared to death." Randy said to him.
"Sure man, anything I can do. I'll be back." John said grabbing a baseball hat and heading out.
The medics cleaned him up and made sure his nose wasn't broken. They just needed to make sure that he didn't have a concussion.
Chelle was talking a mile a minute to Amy during the intermission, "God Amy did you see that? I hope he's ok."
Amy laughed, "Hon, I'm sure he's fine. Accidents happen a lot in wrestling."
"Yeah but his face was covered in blood." Chelle replied with wide-eyes.
John walked up behind the two of them and cleared his throat, "Excuse me ladies."
They both stopped and turned around, "Can I help you?" Amy asked.
"Your presence is being requested backstage, I came to escort you." John replied.
Chelle looked at him pondering why he looked so familiar while Amy nodded, "Ok, let's go."
Chelle grabbed Amy's arm, "He looks so familiar but I can't place where."
Amy shook her head, "You're hopeless, that's John Cena. He's the one that kicked Randy."
Chelle looked astonished, "Wow."
Amy laughed and shook her head, "She's a rookie, don't mind her." She said to John.
John laughed, "Nothing wrong with that."
They got backstage and Randy was washing his face in the sink to get the blood off. John smiled, "And ladies, this is how Randy keeps himself looking Oh So Pretty."
Randy turned around, "Shut up John." He looked at Chelle, "Hey Chelle."
She smiled, "Hey Randy. This is my friend Amy, she's a big wrestling fan."
Randy shook her hand, "Nice to meet you. He shoved John, "This is my friend John. We started at OVW the same day. John this is Chelle and Amy."
John shook their hands, "Nice to meet you ladies. I must excuse myself however, I need a shower." And he bowed out and headed to the locker room.
"Are you ok?" Chelle asked him.
Randy smiled, "Yeah, I'm ok. My nose isn't broken and I don't have a concussion. It just knocked me out."
Amy looked up, "You know, I'm really tired. I think that I'm going to just go ahead and let you guys have a night to yourselves."
"Are you sure you don't want to hang out with us?" Chelle asked.
Amy nodded, "Yeah I'm sure. Randy can you make sure she gets home safely?"
Randy nodded, "I can do that."
"Alright, then I'm going to hit the road, Chelle, I'll see you at work tomorrow." Amy said and she headed towards the exit.
Randy looked at Chelle, "I know that we were going to go out and get to know each other better, but how about picking up some food and just heading back to my place. I have a headache."
Chelle laughed, "That sounds great."
"I'll grab my stuff and just shower at the house." Randy said with a smile. They walked to the locker room and Randy ran in and grabbed his stuff and came out, "Let's go."
They held hands and headed to the parking lot.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* They got back to Randy's house. "I'll go hop in the shower and you could set up the tv trays?" Randy offered.
"Alright, just don't take too long, you don't want your food to get cold." Chelle replied.
Randy headed off to the bathroom and Chelle grabbed two tv trays and set them up at the couch. She set everything up and grabbed them both a beer and just as she was lighting some candles, he came out in just tear-away athletic pants, and no shirt. "This looks great!"
Chelle smiled, "Thanks, I slaved in the kitchen all day."
"Liar." He replied with a smirk.
They got situated on the couch and Randy turned on the stereo low for background noise.
"So how was your first week at OVW?" Chelle asked.
Randy nodded, "It was pretty good. It was nice having John come in on the same day because that way I'm not the only rookie. I'm so glad that I made it down here, it really feels good."
Chelle smiled, "I'm so glad that it's going well. And I think you should start, tell me all about you."
Randy sat up, "Oh I see, you're going to make me start first. What do you want to know?"
"What made you choose wrestling as a career?" Chelle asked.
"Well, you see, it's in my blood. My grandpa wrestled, my dad wrestled and now I'm wrestling. I know that you don't follow wrestling, but my dad is Cowboy Bob Orton. He wrestled for the WWF."
"That's cool, you have a wrestling family." She replied. "Did you go to college?"
Randy bit his bottom lip and shook his head no, "No, instead I joined the marines."
"The Marines? Wow, I had no idea. Did you quit to wrestle?" She asked curiously.
"No, I made some bad decisions. Let me tell you my story." Randy said to her. "I signed up for the Marines in 11th grade, and was in something called the delayed entry program. I went to boot camp in July of 98, and graduated in the first week of Oct. I got a meritorious promotion, and was a PFC upon graduation, as well as a squad leader. (every platoon has 4 squad leaders, they are in charge of there squad more or less) My job was rifleman, or just basically plain old infantry. My recruiter, who all of us "recruits" admired a great deal (probably because he bought us beer on the weekends) told me that I would basically be learning about weapons all day, and have plenty of time to hit the gym. My whole plan was to get out of the Marines in 4 years, then start my wrestling career. Anyway, after boot camp I went to SOI (school of infantry) Here we fired the big weapons, learned how to set up ambushes, and all kinds of field tactics. My favorite weapon was the 40mm grenade launcher that you could attach to your M16. Lots of fun firing them. Up till this point my experience in the Corps wasn't bad at all. I had met lots of people from all over, and learned to discipline myself in whatever I did. I could dismantle my M16 and reassemble it in less then a minute and a half. I could show you how to set up a clay-more mine. Basically I learned a lot of useless stuff. I should have been learning how to apply an armbar, give hiptosses, armdrags, backdrops, and body slams. I would have never thought it, but 2 years after I was learning to be a soldier, I was wrestling Billy Gunn on international HEAT. Anyway, once SOI was over, all of us soldiers got our first Orders. I was to report to Camp Horno (not a misspelling, I swear). This is where it got interesting. Basically it was boot camp all over again, but worse. I was by far the biggest guy in the Platoon, so i was assigned the 50 cal. (a heavy freaking gun). We would go on 25 mile "humps" or hikes. But you had to carry your weapon, your pack, water and food while wearing flak jackets and our caviler helmets. We would go as a platoon to the field to do different operations that would usually last a week or so. Once we stayed out in the field for 28 days. It was simply awful.
All of a sudden I realized that all those days in the gym and fun south of the border that my recruiter told me about was a bunch of BS (I did of course get fairly acquainted with the lovely little city of Tijuana) All of the things that were doing were for a definite purpose, don't get me wrong, but I finally came to the conclusion that I didn't need to be in the military. It was Valentines Day weekend, 1999. I got on a grey hound bus in Oceanside, CA, and took it to St. Louis.(I don't recommend travel by grey hound bus by the way) I simply stayed home for 82 days. Just left. After 30 days you are a Deserter, and you are basically dropped from the platoon. I returned the first week in May, and assumed that it would be weeks before I got to go home for good. Well my 1st Sgt. felt I should give it another try, and wouldn't recommend me for a discharge. He told me I would pick up in training the following day. Well, the following day came and Randy decided to sleep in. I refused to go PT with the platoon, and after a long talk with the Battalion Commander, I was to receive a special court martial for being a deserter and disobeying a direct order. Well, what I thought might take a few weeks, was about to take 5 months. I didn't even meet my lawyer for 2 months. I had my court martial on I think July 22nd. I was sentenced to 45 days in the Brig, forfiture of pay, and a Bad Conduct Discharge. They took me straight from my court martial to the Camp Pendelton Base Brig. I wont go into detail about my experience there, but there was a lot of heavy work detail and the time just went by slow as hell. I got out Aug. 28th of 99, and it was several weeks before I made it home for good. I was actually supposed to go home sooner, but on 9/9/99 I got bit by a rattlesnake while at supply returning my issued gear. That extended my stay another week. What luck, not to mention the odd date that it happened on. So I continued to train and I wrestled around with some of the indy federations in Missouri and when the call came that the WWF/WWE was coming to town and would like to see me wrestle. So I did two tryout matches, and I got signed to a developmental deal, and now I'm here at OVW."
Chelle smiled, "Wow, Randy. I had no idea! That seems like a huge accomplishment."
"Thanks, I like to think that it is." Randy replied. "If I could change one thing in my life, it would be to never have joined the Marines."
Chelle laughed, "What can you do? Everyone has to live and learn sometime."
"So what about you? Tell me everything about you." Randy said to her.
Chelle swallowed hard, she knew that tonight was the night she had to 'fess up to everything, but she liked him so much that she was scared to death of losing him. Did she dare being completely open and honest with him?
**Sorry to end it here, but work is over for the day. Watch for the new chapter on Wednesday! If you have any ideas of anything you would like to see, please let me know! You will receive credit! Thanks again and please continue to read and review!**