Chapter 4

While I was pounding the crap out of the heavy bag in the corner...I turned around and closed my eyes listening to it swing back and forth...I was going off of my hearing instincts...I waited for the bag to swing back towards me and I swung my leg around and connected...

At least I thought I connected with the bag...until I heard something hit the floor mats like a ton of bricks...I turned around and Randy was laying on the ground...My eyes nearly popped out of my head and I ran to him and knelt down next to him...and said, "Oh My god...Randy are you okay?" 

Randy sat back on his knees holding his stomach he was sure he could feel breakfast and lunch coming up...damn she kicked hard for a Diva...He groaned inwardly a little and moved around and as he moved back to sit on his ass, she moved around and sat facing him.

Randy said, "I've never been kicked by a girl before...this is definitely a new one...Jesus you kick hard for a woman."  I said, "I was kick boxing...never walk up behind someone whose working out...you never know what they are going to do next."  Randy rubbed his perfectly shaped 6-pak and I suddenly noticed he was shirtless in front of me...oh the dirty thoughts that ran amuck in my mind.  Randy grinned and said, "Yea, I'm suddenly aware of that fact."

I said, "Oh pooh, c'mon...you're a wrestler...you can take it...don't be such a wuss.  If I can handle getting thrown across the ring by my hair...then you can handle getting a small kick to the stomach."  Randy chuckled and said, "Actually I am a wuss...hell I still scream like a girl when ever I stub my toe."

Randy watched as the last comment from his mouth was taken into her ears...and then watched as she rolled back into her back holding her stomach as she laughed her ass off...she had the most intoxicating laugh...if he could make her laugh for the remainder of his life he'd die happy.

Randy shoved my bent knee with his tinny shoe covered foot and said, "It wasn't that funny."  I was literally rolling on the ground and said, "According to whom?  The Legend Killer...screaming like a girl cause he stubbed his toe...I'm sure David and Paul would love to know this bit of information...as would the rest of the Smackdown brand roster."  Randy said, "Don't you dare even think about it..."  I said, "Well if anything I have some great blackmail on you now."

I sat up and Randy said, "Are you wearing steel toes?"  I said, "Yea why?"  He said, "Well that would explain why my damn ribs hurt so much."  I jumped up on my knees and said, "Oh my god I didn't break any of your ribs...did I?"  Randy made a face and said, "How can you tell?"  I moved over and said, "Lay back...Where does it hurt?"  He said, "From the bottom of my left pectoral to the middle of my right rib cage."

Randy laid there as Lena knelt over him...he felt two freezing cold hands on his ribs and nearly wet himself...they had to be the coldest hands he had ever felt in his life...

As soon as My hands made contact with Randy's ribs he lifted the lower half of his body off the floor mats with his legs...I said, "Soar?"  He said, "Hell no...You're hands are God damn cold.  Jesus, do you have a side job as an icicle?"  I giggled and said, "I'm so sorry...My hands are always cold."  He laid there as I rubbed down his rib cage and said, "You could have a circulatory problem in your hands."  I said, "I actually been to a doctor for it...I'm head to toe healthy...It's just something that happens all too often that I'm so used to it...but I forget people around me don't know it much."

Randy watched her moved back a little and said, "There how does that feel?"  His hand came up and touched hers and he looked at her beautiful deep green eyes and said, "Suddenly painless."  He must've startled her because she jumped to her feet and said, "Looks like you're gonna live there Mr. Orton."  Randy got to his feet which was probably a move he made to fast, because the pain zinged across his ribs again and he grimaced.

I touched his forearm and said, "Hey, are you ok?"  Randy said, "I think I'll be okay...I've never been kicked so hard in my life...not even in the ring...but it was worth it...I got to talk to a beautiful girl at the same time." 

I felt the blush creep into my cheeks and said, "C'mon killer...let's get you to your dressing room and put a couple of ice packs on you...you should be okay for your match tomorrow...but fair warning...it will definitely hurt worse tomorrow...and you'll probably have a boot print bruise across you in the morning..."