Disclaimers- same story as chapter 16
Author's note- OK, sorry about the last update! It took me forever to get rid of the writer's block. ARGH! Evil block. Ah well. I got a review so I thought I may as well put another one up. Enjoy. Oh and please review!
--- Chapter Seventeen---
Tasha just stared in shock at the scene in front of her. He sat there, looking gorgeous in a navy blue shirt and black pants.
"Well, I'm guessing this isn't a pre tape. I'm going to kill them. They set me up!" Tasha began to curse under her breath at the three girls, who were still giggling in the ring. "You knew about this! Paul knew about this. Probably everyone but me knew about this!''
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to surprise you. That's all" Randy's eyes dropped to the floor sadly. "I'll leave if you want me too." Tasha couldn't help but smile at him.
"I hate when people use the puppy dog eyes on me. It always works." She laughed. "I could of at least had some warning so I didn't turn up in my sweaty, disgusting gear." She gestured to her top, shorts and boots.
"I think you look cute in them. Just like a real wrestler. Now come and sit down here." Randy shook his head as Tasha tried to fix herself up.
"I should murder you right now. But I'll save it until after dinner, I'm starving! Amy had me working like nobody's business. My debut match is tonight. I am so totally nervous. Oh god I am babbling. The only time I babble like this is when I really li......." She clamped a hand over her mouth. "Never mind." Tasha took a gulp of champagne.
"What was that? You babble when you really like someone? So there is hope for me yet." Tasha blushed as Randy reached over the table. "I really like you Tasha. I mean you're smart, funny, beautiful and you don't take crap from anyone. I could see myself with you." Tasha frowned at him.
"If you want any chance, drop the cheesy lines. It's really irritating. Look it was really nice of you and your friends to do this. But I am quite happy with Shelton at the moment. I'm just not interested. My type doesn't fall for your type. It just wouldn't work." Randy looked up.
"What do you mean my type? I never knew that you could only date certain types." He spat out the last word. Tasha couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He looked like he was going to cry. Yeah, right, she thought silently, Randy Orton cry over someone like me. And Hell will freeze over.
"I mean look at you. The fancy clothes, the limos, women fainting when you smile at them. You're like some sort of God to these poor pathetic little teeny boppers. Then take a look at me. I got fired the first night of a job. I have no home, no money. I'm just a girl from the street Randy. That's what I mean by types. You could have any woman in this building. Nearly all of them would step over their own mother to be with you. You see with Shelton, I am someone. I'm not a piece of meat, or a prize to be won. To you, I'm just another name on the list, right? So don't feed me this bullshit about you seeing yourself with me. The only way you're seeing as together is in bed, and that's never going to happen. So if you will excuse me, I have a match to get ready for. Who knows, I might actually keep this job if you stay out of my way!" Tasha finished her little speech, stood up and stormed out, leaving a stunned Randy sitting alone.
Paul was coming back from talking with the production team when he saw Tasha storming from the room. He followed until he saw Randy sitting at the table looking heartbroken.
"Didn't go well I take it?" Paul entered the locker room and sat across from Randy. He shook his head slowly, still processing what Tasha had said.
"We are different types apparently. According to her, I'm too good for her and that I'm only trying to "add her name to the list". I am such a screw up." He sunk lower into the chair. "I may as well quit while I am ahead with her." Paul didn't know what to say.
---A short time later--- Tasha was sitting at the gorilla position, waiting for her big debut entrance. Amy came up and stood in front of her.
"How was the pre tape?" She asked, stifling giggles.
"Shut up. I know you were in on it. I am not interested in Randy Orton, I suggest you stay out of my personal life." She stood up and shook herself off.
"We were only trying to help you know." Amy put a hand on her shoulder. Tasha shrugged it off and sneered at her. Amy stepped back, startled. This isn't Tasha, she thought silently.
"Well I don't need your help okay. I'm with Shelton. Not interested in Randy. I'm just going to do as I was told and stay away from him. You should do what you are told and don't mess with other people's lives." And with that she pushed the curtain out of the way and stepped out in front of the crowd.
"Do what she was told? What does that mean?" Amy thought for a moment. "The attack! Whoever attacked Tash wants Randy. I have to tell the others." But as she turned to run, the opening chords of her entrance music played, and she was pushed out onto the stage.
A/N: Oooh, a bit of a mystery. Who is the attacker. Win a date with Randy Orton if you can tell me who it is! It's pretty obvious. Or is it? Poor Randy though, she went schitzo at him. Come here, I'll kiss you better. Bye for now. Oh don't forget to review.
Author's note- OK, sorry about the last update! It took me forever to get rid of the writer's block. ARGH! Evil block. Ah well. I got a review so I thought I may as well put another one up. Enjoy. Oh and please review!
--- Chapter Seventeen---
Tasha just stared in shock at the scene in front of her. He sat there, looking gorgeous in a navy blue shirt and black pants.
"Well, I'm guessing this isn't a pre tape. I'm going to kill them. They set me up!" Tasha began to curse under her breath at the three girls, who were still giggling in the ring. "You knew about this! Paul knew about this. Probably everyone but me knew about this!''
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to surprise you. That's all" Randy's eyes dropped to the floor sadly. "I'll leave if you want me too." Tasha couldn't help but smile at him.
"I hate when people use the puppy dog eyes on me. It always works." She laughed. "I could of at least had some warning so I didn't turn up in my sweaty, disgusting gear." She gestured to her top, shorts and boots.
"I think you look cute in them. Just like a real wrestler. Now come and sit down here." Randy shook his head as Tasha tried to fix herself up.
"I should murder you right now. But I'll save it until after dinner, I'm starving! Amy had me working like nobody's business. My debut match is tonight. I am so totally nervous. Oh god I am babbling. The only time I babble like this is when I really li......." She clamped a hand over her mouth. "Never mind." Tasha took a gulp of champagne.
"What was that? You babble when you really like someone? So there is hope for me yet." Tasha blushed as Randy reached over the table. "I really like you Tasha. I mean you're smart, funny, beautiful and you don't take crap from anyone. I could see myself with you." Tasha frowned at him.
"If you want any chance, drop the cheesy lines. It's really irritating. Look it was really nice of you and your friends to do this. But I am quite happy with Shelton at the moment. I'm just not interested. My type doesn't fall for your type. It just wouldn't work." Randy looked up.
"What do you mean my type? I never knew that you could only date certain types." He spat out the last word. Tasha couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He looked like he was going to cry. Yeah, right, she thought silently, Randy Orton cry over someone like me. And Hell will freeze over.
"I mean look at you. The fancy clothes, the limos, women fainting when you smile at them. You're like some sort of God to these poor pathetic little teeny boppers. Then take a look at me. I got fired the first night of a job. I have no home, no money. I'm just a girl from the street Randy. That's what I mean by types. You could have any woman in this building. Nearly all of them would step over their own mother to be with you. You see with Shelton, I am someone. I'm not a piece of meat, or a prize to be won. To you, I'm just another name on the list, right? So don't feed me this bullshit about you seeing yourself with me. The only way you're seeing as together is in bed, and that's never going to happen. So if you will excuse me, I have a match to get ready for. Who knows, I might actually keep this job if you stay out of my way!" Tasha finished her little speech, stood up and stormed out, leaving a stunned Randy sitting alone.
Paul was coming back from talking with the production team when he saw Tasha storming from the room. He followed until he saw Randy sitting at the table looking heartbroken.
"Didn't go well I take it?" Paul entered the locker room and sat across from Randy. He shook his head slowly, still processing what Tasha had said.
"We are different types apparently. According to her, I'm too good for her and that I'm only trying to "add her name to the list". I am such a screw up." He sunk lower into the chair. "I may as well quit while I am ahead with her." Paul didn't know what to say.
---A short time later--- Tasha was sitting at the gorilla position, waiting for her big debut entrance. Amy came up and stood in front of her.
"How was the pre tape?" She asked, stifling giggles.
"Shut up. I know you were in on it. I am not interested in Randy Orton, I suggest you stay out of my personal life." She stood up and shook herself off.
"We were only trying to help you know." Amy put a hand on her shoulder. Tasha shrugged it off and sneered at her. Amy stepped back, startled. This isn't Tasha, she thought silently.
"Well I don't need your help okay. I'm with Shelton. Not interested in Randy. I'm just going to do as I was told and stay away from him. You should do what you are told and don't mess with other people's lives." And with that she pushed the curtain out of the way and stepped out in front of the crowd.
"Do what she was told? What does that mean?" Amy thought for a moment. "The attack! Whoever attacked Tash wants Randy. I have to tell the others." But as she turned to run, the opening chords of her entrance music played, and she was pushed out onto the stage.
A/N: Oooh, a bit of a mystery. Who is the attacker. Win a date with Randy Orton if you can tell me who it is! It's pretty obvious. Or is it? Poor Randy though, she went schitzo at him. Come here, I'll kiss you better. Bye for now. Oh don't forget to review.