PART THREE
A FEW MOMENTS LATER
Michelle stepped back into the room, looking up as she saw all of the other divas glances travel to her. They looked at her like she was insane, and for a minute, Michelle wondered if there was something crawling on her… then she remembered that she had about 15 cans of soda in her hands.
"Are you crazy?" Trish asked, shaking her head as she rushed over to help her. Handing some of the cans to Trish, Michelle nodded her head, laughing as she did so.
"Of course I am… didn't you know that?" she replied, causing Trish to kick her playfully in the shin.
"I should have known," Trish shot back, rolling her eyes emphatically. She helped Michelle take the cans over to the table, placing them all down.
"How the hell did you get all these back up to the room?" another voice asked, and Trish and Michelle turned to see Stacy behind them.
"I almost didn't," Michelle answered. "But then I, uh… I had a little help." The young woman couldn't hide the smile that crept onto her face as she thought of Randy Orton going out of his way to help her get back to the room.
"I know that look," another voice called, and this time it belonged to Lisa. The three women turned around to see that they had been joined by all of the girls, every single one.
"And I," Terri added, "know that blush. Okay, spill it. Which one of our boys helped you carry those cans back here?" Michelle looked down at the floor, feeling the pink spread even further across her cheeks.
"Well… Randy Orton…" she said quietly, keeping her gaze fixed on the floor below them. She jumped and had to hold back a laugh when she heard the squeals coming from all the women.
"Awwwwww," they chorused.
"Randy Orton? He's adorable," Stacy noted, smiling widely.
"Yeah he is," Trish added. "Well, would you look at that… all of us have to cake on makeup to get someone like him to notice us, and you just snatch him up in your sweatpants with a little lip gloss." She sent her a look of mock jealously, before breaking into a huge grin. Michelle shook her head.
"You act like he asked me to marry him… all he did was help me carry the sodas back here, and that was probably only because I nearly dropped them on him as I stepped out of the elevator. I doubt that I snatched him up," she said, shaking her head.
The more Michelle thought about it, the more she wondered… why did Randy stop to help her? She supposed it could be because he was just a nice guy, but that just didn't seem to be the whole case. Part of her wanted to say that the way he was looking at her meant that he liked her, or at least felt that he could like her. But then there was that other part of her, the side that told her that there was no way a guy like Randy Orton, a 22 year old, completely amazing looking man, could actually like her. Even though Trish had mentioned something about them having to cake makeup on to get noticed, she had always thought that that was the kind of girl wrestlers liked. In her own eyes, she was pretty, but plain. She didn't have the legs that Stacy had and she didn't have the chest that Trish had. Then again, maybe Randy did like the type of woman that she was… maybe he was sick of all the tall blonde bombshell women. The more she thought about it, the comment Trish made next really could very well be true.
"We'll see about that Chelli… we'll just wait and see."
THE NEXT WEEK
Michelle was laying around in her hotel room, flipping through the channels on the television. She yawned tiredly, about to turn her television off, when her cell phone rang. She jumped, initially startled by the loud noise. She looked over at the clock on the nightstand, surprised to see that it was nearly one in the morning. Raising an eyebrow, Michelle wondered who in hell would be calling her at this time of night. As she got up and stumbled to her phone, thinking maybe she Trish was calling her, but when she reached her phone she didn't recognize the number.
"Hello?" she asked tentatively, still unsure of who was on the other line.
"Hey Michelle, it's Randy."
Michelle pulled the phone away for a moment and looked at it, confused. "Um… hi," she replied hesitantly.
"I didn't wake you up, did I?" he asked fearfully. She didn't sound particularly excited to be talking to him.
"No, no… I'm just a little surprised to hear from you, that's all," she explained, hoping she didn't offend him.
"Yeah, it is a little late," he said, laughing quietly. "Sorry about that."
"It's okay," Michelle insisted. "What's up?"
"Nothing really," Randy replied. "I was just wondering if you wanted to start your ring training." Michelle laughed loudly for a moment, and then she realized that he was serious.
"You mean now?" she asked, a little in disbelief. She heard Randy laugh quietly on the other end of the line.
"Yeah now… there isn't much time during the day where both of us, as well as the ring itself, are free, so I figured we will have to do most of our training at night. I understand if you don't want to come now," he said, and Michelle swore there was a hint of disappointment in his tone.
"No, you know what… I'll do it. Do you want me to just meet you at the arena?" she asked, looking around her room for a pair of sweatpants that she could work out in.
"Yeah, that would be awesome. I'll see you in a little bit," he said, hanging up.
Michelle smiled, ending the call and tossing her cell phone to the dresser. She found a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt, and she quickly pulled her clothes off and put the new ones on. She grabbed a pair of sneakers, lacing them up as she made her way to the door. A week ago, when Randy had told her that he would be glad to train her, she hadn't really taken him seriously. After all, there wasn't really anything he could gain from doing so. Still, she wasn't going to pass a chance like this up. Not only would she be getting some reinforcement wrestling training, she would have the opportunity to spend some time with Randy one on one. She once again got that funny feeling in her stomach, that nervous 'I'm going to see a guy I like' feeling. As she grabbed her keycard and exited her hotel room, she found herself no longer tired. She was actually pretty hyper.
When she got to the arena, she pulled into the lot, parked, and went in a back entrance. She knew from working there all those late nights that the owners usually left one door open for people like her to come in and do their job. She headed out into the actual stadium part of the arena, frowning when she noticed that Randy wasn't there. She walked down the ramp and to the ring, hopping up on the apron and sitting down, resting her back against the bottom rope. Michelle waited and waited, and then she began to worry. What if he wasn't coming? She didn't think he would be the type of guy to stand her up like that, especially after *he* called her, but you could never tell. Then, she began to think that maybe something happened to him… what if he was in a car accident or something terrible like that? A million thoughts of why he wasn't there yet raced through her head, so she didn't see or hear the man sneaking up behind her. He placed his hands over her eyes, and she jumped, screaming out loudly in surprise. She turned around quickly, smiling and heaving a huge sigh of relief when she saw that Randy was behind her. He grinned at her, motioning for her to stand and enter the ring.
"You ready?" he asked, watching as she stepped through the ropes and into the ring.
"I hope so," she replied, smiling at him. She was hoping that maybe with the little things she could remember that she would impress him. Even if she didn't, she was still eager to learn more, so she was excited to start.
"Let's go."
Sorry it took so long for the next part… but here it is!!! Review please! =D