PART THREE
A LITTLE WHILE LATER
Randy jumped up off the mat, looking back at Michelle in disbelief. She had just executed a nearly perfect dropkick on him. That wasn't a very complex wrestling move or anything, but to be able to give a perfect one like that on your first day of training was a very impressive feat.
"Wow… that was awesome," he said, stopping for a moment to catch his breath.
"Thanks," Michelle said, looking away to hide her blush.
After a brief pause, the two went back to work, Randy showing her some more basic maneuvers. As their training time passed, he became more and more impressed with Michelle's skills. Sure, she wasn't WWE quality just yet, but she already had a good grasp of the ring work and she had loads of potential. Towards the end of their routine, Randy began to get the feeling that Michelle not only had loads of potential, but that she had loads of practice. He broke out of the perfect figure-four leg lock she had him in, hopping up to his feet and going over to one of the turnbuckles. He leaned back against the second rope, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"You've wrestled before," he said, looking down at her as she sat on the mat.
"I don't know what you're talking about Randy," Michelle replied innocently, though the grin she was sending him was telling a different story. Randy raised an eyebrow at her, returning the grin. It surprised him, in the little time they had spent together training, how much he found himself falling for her more and more.
"You must have had training… some of your moves are a little rusty, but for the most part they were almost perfect. There's no way you could pick this up so quickly," he told her, shaking his head in disbelief. Michelle shrugged, still grinning at him.
"I guess I'm just a fast learner," she offered, squinting as the light above the ring obstructed her vision. She shifted over to the right a little until she could see him better. Randy laughed, shaking his head again.
"You must be," he gave in. Then, a playful gleam came to his eyes as he saw Michelle standing up. She moved over to the ropes, turning her back to him as she pulled herself up. She stood, brushing her clothes of gently, and as she turned back to him, he bolted towards her. He speared her, knocking her flat on her back, but still making sure to cushion her fall with his arms. She hit the mad, immediately cracking up.
"What the hell was that for?" she asked, his arms still underneath of her. He shrugged as best he could, grinning at her.
"One thing you obviously haven't learned yet… *never* turn your back on an opponent," he said, trying to keep a straight face.
"I'll have to remember that one," Michelle replied, nodding.
Randy moved one of his arms out from beneath her, but he didn't move. For some reason, he felt as though he couldn't get up… like he was glued to her or something. He looked down at her, meeting her blue eyes. She gazed back up at him, sending him a slightly confused look. Michelle didn't know what was going on… Randy was laying half on top of her, half on the mat. As they continued to stare at each other, Michelle wondered what was going on in Randy's mind. He was looking at her like, well… almost like he was going to kiss her. She got that feeling in her stomach again, much like the one she had gotten on the night where he had helped her carry the sodas to Trish's room. A moment later, Randy did just that… he dipped his hand down, capturing her lips with his. Michelle sighed contentedly as she opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to slide in… she couldn't get over how soft his lips were. She also couldn't get over the way his hand felt sliding down the side of her waist. But what she really couldn't get over was the fact that he, Randy Orton, one of the hottest men on the planet, had just kissed her. It was over all too soon, and when it was, she smiled at him. Her smile faded when she saw that he had a very uneasy look in his eyes. Shit, he thought to himself. That wasn't how I wanted it to happen. Randy had envisioned their first kiss being something a little more romantic than this, anywhere but after rolling around in the ring for an hour. She probably thought that he was the biggest pervert in the world for kissing him. He quickly pushed himself off of her, jumping up and heading out of the ring. Michelle sent him the most confused look she could manage as he turned back to face her while going up the ramp.
"I'm sorry," he said, turning and exiting, leaving her to sit in the ring alone and wonder what the hell had just happened.
THE NEXT DAYTrish was talking to Stacy as she headed down the hallway to the catering room. The two women had just gotten back from the gym, and were heading to grab something to eat. As they continued on down the hall, two blonde haired men came over to her, stopping them and pulling them to the side.
"Hey girls," Chris Irvine said, as Jay Reso waved from behind him.
"Hey Chris, hey Jay," the two divas replied, and Trish raised an eyebrow at Chris, who currently had a grip on her forearm.
"What's up?" she asked, looking down at his hand. He pulled away from her, eyeing the fellow Canadian with his ice blue eyes.
"I think you need to go talk to your friend Michelle like now," he said seriously. Trish looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Why? Is she okay?" Trish asked, a hint of worry beginning to show on her pretty face. She couldn't think of any other reason why Chris would tell her she had to go see her right away.
"Well, we went in the catering room and we saw her sitting in the back," Jay answered for him. "She looked pretty upset, so we went over and asked her about it."
"And what did she say?" Stacy asked, a look of curiosity and concern forming on her face as well. Jay shrugged, looking at the two blonde women somberly.
"She didn't say much of anything… just that she was fine, and that she was just thinking about something. She looked like she was about to cry though, so I told Chris we should find you so you could go talk to her," he explained.
"Yeah, she'd probably rather talk to you over us anyway," Chris agreed, nodding.
"Okay," Trish said, nodding as well. "I'll go see her right away. Thanks for telling me guys." Jay and Chris nodded, heading off in the direction of their locker room. Trish glanced over at the leggy blonde standing next to her as they walked on and neared the catering room. She glanced in, catching a glimpse of Michelle. As Jay said, she was sitting in the back of the room, and she didn't look too happy. Trish turned to Stacy, placing her hand gently on her upper arm.
"I better go talk to her alone. I'll see you later Stace," she said, waving goodbye and walking over to Michelle. She sat down next to her best friend on the couch, and it was obvious to Trish that Michelle hadn't noticed her.
"Chelli? You okay?" she asked, her chocolate brown eyes still filled with a look of concern. Michelle jumped upon hearing the familiar voice, picking her head up and glancing over at Trish. She nodded, putting on the best smile she could, though it was far from sincere.
"I'm fine… why?" she asked, pretending to be confused.
"Don't lie to me Michelle. Something's up… I just want to know what it is," she requested, shifting slightly in her seat and placing her hand on the middle of Michelle's back. The brunette shook her head… she couldn't tell Trish about what had happened with Randy. It wasn't that she didn't trust Trish, it was just that she wasn't even sure of what her own feelings were… she just couldn't concern herself with the opinion that Trish would undoubtedly have about the situation.
"Nothing's wrong Trish. I'm fine, really. I… I have to go, I'll talk to you later," she said quickly, excusing herself from the room.
The second she burst out the catering room door the tears hit her eyes. What was wrong with her? Why would Randy kiss her like that and then run away? Was she *that* bad of a kisser? Did he not really want to kiss her? Michelle didn't understand what had happened at all. All she knew was that she liked the kiss… and it was quite apparent that there was something about it that Randy *didn't* like. She couldn't help but wonder if maybe she had done something wrong… But *he* kissed *me*. She just couldn't figure it out. Michelle was falling for Randy, and she was falling hard and fast. What was she going to do if she found out that that kiss meant absolutely nothing to him? She made a futile attempt to wipe the tears away from her eyes, but they kept right on coming. As she turned around a hallway corner, she dropped her purse, the black bag hitting the ground and some of its contents spilling out.
"Shit," she muttered as she leaned down to pick the things up. She picked up her mascara and wallet, tucking them back in. Then, when she went to reach for her lip-gloss, another hand grabbed it at the same time. Michelle looked up, gasping when her teary eyes met a pair of intense light blue eyes.
Reaching his hand up and wiping a tear from her eye was Randy Orton.
Once again, sorry I took so long!!! I hope this chapter's good enough to make up for the length it took me to update! Review please, and thanks for all the ones so far!! **Britney