Disclaimers- Same story as chapter 4
Author's note- Thanks guys for the reviews! This is the last repetitive chapter. It's pretty much the same as chapter f, but from Randy's POV. Got it? Ok, on with the story.
--- Chapter Five---
Randy followed the singer quietly to the bar, and waited for her to order a drink.
"You can put that on my tab thanks man," I hope she hasn't ordered anything too expensive. He smiled as she turned around.
"What makes you think I can't pay for myself?" Randy's smile widened. She's gonna be a challenge, that's for sure. He winked slyly at her.
"You're Tasha Dale, right? The singer? Well, I thought you looked pretty hot up there and was......
"Hot?" she interrupted, "Well, I'd have to say you're lookin' pretty hot yourself!" Before he could react, she'd thrown a drink in his face. I should have seen that one coming; he laughed at his own stupidity. The crew and talent had joined the scene by now. Randy could tell the girl was getting angry.
"Feisty are we? I like a girl with attitude," he slung his arm lazily over his shoulder. She stepped away angrily.
"Don't you get it? I'm not interested!" That hurt. A girl rarely rejected Randy. He noticed the other Evolution members laughing amongst themselves. He put up his hand defensively.
"Ok, ok, I was just trying to be nice. My name's Randy, Randy Orton. You know, Intercontinental Champion, hardcore legend?" she looked puzzled. Great, he quipped, not a fun.
"Inter-what? Hardcore who? What are you talking about? I don't know what you've been smoking buddy, but that gibberish ain't making any sense." Randy stepped towards her, and all of a sudden felt a sharp pain in his nose. She hit me? A girl hit me, Randy Orton? He stumbled backwards as blood soaked his favourite shirt, mixing with the drink, which had been thrown on him earlier. He faintly heard the crowd laughing and a very angry voice.
"Let's get him outta here" Paul and Ric grabbed Randy, and pulled him to his feet. He clung gratefully to their shoulders as he stumbled towards the door. Just before they left, he turned back to the girl. He noticed a panicked look on her face, and an older man yelling at her before marching out, her form slumped and she begrudgingly followed. Her boss. What a fun night, he thought silently.
Ric opened the limo door and slid Randy inside. He moaned in pain as blood continued to pour from his nose. He laid down across the plush limo seating and watched as the roof began to spin. He heard Paul on the phone to a doctor, felt Ric placing something on his nose to stop the blood, then passed out.
Author's note- Thanks guys for the reviews! This is the last repetitive chapter. It's pretty much the same as chapter f, but from Randy's POV. Got it? Ok, on with the story.
--- Chapter Five---
Randy followed the singer quietly to the bar, and waited for her to order a drink.
"You can put that on my tab thanks man," I hope she hasn't ordered anything too expensive. He smiled as she turned around.
"What makes you think I can't pay for myself?" Randy's smile widened. She's gonna be a challenge, that's for sure. He winked slyly at her.
"You're Tasha Dale, right? The singer? Well, I thought you looked pretty hot up there and was......
"Hot?" she interrupted, "Well, I'd have to say you're lookin' pretty hot yourself!" Before he could react, she'd thrown a drink in his face. I should have seen that one coming; he laughed at his own stupidity. The crew and talent had joined the scene by now. Randy could tell the girl was getting angry.
"Feisty are we? I like a girl with attitude," he slung his arm lazily over his shoulder. She stepped away angrily.
"Don't you get it? I'm not interested!" That hurt. A girl rarely rejected Randy. He noticed the other Evolution members laughing amongst themselves. He put up his hand defensively.
"Ok, ok, I was just trying to be nice. My name's Randy, Randy Orton. You know, Intercontinental Champion, hardcore legend?" she looked puzzled. Great, he quipped, not a fun.
"Inter-what? Hardcore who? What are you talking about? I don't know what you've been smoking buddy, but that gibberish ain't making any sense." Randy stepped towards her, and all of a sudden felt a sharp pain in his nose. She hit me? A girl hit me, Randy Orton? He stumbled backwards as blood soaked his favourite shirt, mixing with the drink, which had been thrown on him earlier. He faintly heard the crowd laughing and a very angry voice.
"Let's get him outta here" Paul and Ric grabbed Randy, and pulled him to his feet. He clung gratefully to their shoulders as he stumbled towards the door. Just before they left, he turned back to the girl. He noticed a panicked look on her face, and an older man yelling at her before marching out, her form slumped and she begrudgingly followed. Her boss. What a fun night, he thought silently.
Ric opened the limo door and slid Randy inside. He moaned in pain as blood continued to pour from his nose. He laid down across the plush limo seating and watched as the roof began to spin. He heard Paul on the phone to a doctor, felt Ric placing something on his nose to stop the blood, then passed out.