TITLE: False Appearances.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG-13.
CONTENT: A few swear words, a little betrayal, a touch of violence.. things that make a good fic!
SUMMARY: When everything they say are lies, and nothing is as it seems.. Jeff, Trish, Lita, Randy Orton + more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own or have any affiliation with anything or anyone from the WWE.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: I would love to know what you guys think of this chapter! I have lots in store for this fic, so read and review away!!
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Lita stood in front of the door that was marked "Evolution". Walking around the arena, she had asked Goldust if he knew where Randy Orton would be. Goldust had told her to try the Evolution locker room - he knew that Batista was there, which probably meant that Orton was there with him.
The redheaded diva raised her fist, ready to knock on the door. She heard voices coming from inside the room. Both male. Batista and Randy. She breathed out heavily, and let her hand fall back to her side. Who was she kidding? Why would Randy want to listen to her? And even if, by some weird chance, he did want to take the time to spend with Lita, would she be able to go through with it all? Ask him out on a date just to prove to Jeff that she was over him? Could she do that when she really wasn't?
Lita shook her head, clearing her mind of the thoughts. She had to do this. Maybe this would even help her get over Jeff, forget about their relationship and how much she loved him. She took in a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Yes, this was definitely a good thing.
"Ye-es?" The door swung open, Batista standing in the doorway, looking at Lita quizzically. She had never really talked to any members of Evolution, so she could understand why he would be slightly confused at her appearance at their locker room.
"Um, hi. I was.. well, I was wondering if Randy was there?" Lita asked unsurely, quickly wiping at her eyes, hoping she didn't look like she had been crying.
Raising one eyebrow, Batista hesitated, looking past Lita into the hallway, scanning the empty halls for anyone that might be with the redhead.
Lita recognised what he was looking for. "I'm alone." She whispered quietly, looking down at her feet. "I just want to talk to him."
Batista glanced back at Lita, giving her a slight smirk as he stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter the room. "Randy's inside. Come on in."
The diva stepped into the room quietly, looking around as she entered. She spotted Randy across the other side of the room, sitting on a couch and watching a monitor screen in front of him. She heard Batista close the door behind her, and then she felt a large hand rest on her shoulder.
"Randy?" Batista called out to his friend, and the brunette looked up from the monitor. "There's someone here to see you."
Lita walked forward towards where Randy sat on the couch, nervous and unsure of herself. Here she was, about to ask a man who she had hardly talked to before out on a date purely because she wanted to prove something to her ex-boyfriend.
How twisted.
Randy watched as Lita approached, smiling widely. "Well, well, well - if it isn't the lovely Miss Lita." He stood up, stepping towards her. "And to what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Listen.." Lita began, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering nervously. "I know we haven't talked to each other a lot, or even gotten to know each other at all. But I, uh, I would.."
The redhead trailed off, wiping at her eyes discreetly as a tear splashed down her cheek. Way to go Li, she berated herself. Great first impression to make on a guy, crying as soon as you speak. To her surprise, Orton's cocky smirk slipped off his face at the sight of her tear, and he gazed at her intently.
"Lita? Are.. are you okay?"
At the sound of his concern, Lita's tears began to fall. "I'm sorry, Randy. I --"
"No, don't apologise! What's the matter? Are you hurt?" Randy took Lita's hand in his own, and led her back to the couch, sitting her down gently and then sliding next to her.
Lita tried to calm herself down, not wanting to shed anymore tears in front of Randy or Batista, who was standing beside the couch. Goddamn, she hated how such a small encounter with Jeff had such a large effect on her.
Randy looked up at Batista. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?" He asked the big man, looking at him pointedly.
Batista frowned. "Uh, no, I don't think --" He then saw the look on his friend's face. "Oh! You know what? I do have somewhere to be!" He turned away from the two on the couch, and made his way to the door. "Thanks for reminding me, Randy."
After the door was shut, Randy turned his attention back to the woman sitting beside him. "You can tell me what's wrong, Lita. If there's something you want to talk about.."
Lita controlled her tears, her breaths calming down. Suddenly, she was aware that Randy Orton was holding her hand. She looked up at him, and realised that he was staring at her intensely. She had always thought that Orton was a jerk, and that opinion was shared by many others. But watching him now, Lita began to think that maybe she was wrong.
"I'm so sorry for going all sooky, Randy." She let out a small laugh, wiping her eyes one last time. "I haven't even told you why I came to talk to you in the first place!"
"Actually, I must admit, I am pretty curious about that. We haven't ever really talked before." The brunette said with a slight smirk.
Lita nodded. "And that's exactly why I came. I was wondering, if maybe, you'd want to go out to dinner or something one night? Just so we could get to know each other a bit. I think you're a great guy and --"
"Wait."
Lita felt her heart jump. Wait? He wanted her to stop? Oh, this wasn't going so well..
"Are you asking me out, on like a date?"
She laughed quietly at the smile that appeared on Randy's face. "Yeah, I guess I am."
"But aren't you with Hardy?"
Lita winced slightly at the mention of Jeff's name. Obviously Randy hadn't been paying attention to what had been happening lately. "Um, no. Not anymore."
The young man frowned heavily. "You broke up?"
She nodded. "Haven't you seen him with Trish?"
At Lita's words, Randy frowned even more, his eyes narrowing in what looked like disbelief. "He left you for her?" When Lita nodded, confirming his question, Randy scoffed loudly. "That multi-coloured, body painting freak left gorgeous you, for that plastic Barbie Doll wannabe?"
The redheaded diva couldn't help but chuckle at Randy's comments. She took in a breath. "Hard to believe?"
"No. Not at all." Randy shook his head. "I always knew that guy was insane." He began smiling once again, looking at Lita. "Well then, if you're not with him, then I guess there's nothing stopping me saying yes to your date."
Lita managed to let out a smile. "Thank you."
He shook his head once again. "My pleasure. I should be thanking you." Randy squeezed her hand tightly, then let go. "So, when are we going on this date?"
"Is tonight too soon?"
"Oh, eager little thing, aren't you?" Randy chuckled, winking at Lita suggestively. "Alright then. I'll pick you up at around eight o'clock. What room are you in at the hotel?"
"413." Lita stood up from the couch, looking down at Randy. "Thanks again, Randy. I guess I'll be seeing you tonight?"
"You sure will. Eight sharp."
Lita smiled and nodded, then turned away and walked out the locker room door, back towards the women's dressing room.
Sitting back on the large couch, Randy sighed contently. So, that fiesty little redhead had a bit of a thing for him, did she? Ah well, he knew it. He knew that every diva in the company had a soft spot for the Orton charms.
But that Lita.. she was something different. She was above all the rest of the eye candy that worked in the WWE. She was.. special. Eye candy none-the-less, but special. Randy folded his hands behind his head as he leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips.
He couldn't wait for tonight.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG-13.
CONTENT: A few swear words, a little betrayal, a touch of violence.. things that make a good fic!
SUMMARY: When everything they say are lies, and nothing is as it seems.. Jeff, Trish, Lita, Randy Orton + more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own or have any affiliation with anything or anyone from the WWE.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: I would love to know what you guys think of this chapter! I have lots in store for this fic, so read and review away!!
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Lita stood in front of the door that was marked "Evolution". Walking around the arena, she had asked Goldust if he knew where Randy Orton would be. Goldust had told her to try the Evolution locker room - he knew that Batista was there, which probably meant that Orton was there with him.
The redheaded diva raised her fist, ready to knock on the door. She heard voices coming from inside the room. Both male. Batista and Randy. She breathed out heavily, and let her hand fall back to her side. Who was she kidding? Why would Randy want to listen to her? And even if, by some weird chance, he did want to take the time to spend with Lita, would she be able to go through with it all? Ask him out on a date just to prove to Jeff that she was over him? Could she do that when she really wasn't?
Lita shook her head, clearing her mind of the thoughts. She had to do this. Maybe this would even help her get over Jeff, forget about their relationship and how much she loved him. She took in a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Yes, this was definitely a good thing.
"Ye-es?" The door swung open, Batista standing in the doorway, looking at Lita quizzically. She had never really talked to any members of Evolution, so she could understand why he would be slightly confused at her appearance at their locker room.
"Um, hi. I was.. well, I was wondering if Randy was there?" Lita asked unsurely, quickly wiping at her eyes, hoping she didn't look like she had been crying.
Raising one eyebrow, Batista hesitated, looking past Lita into the hallway, scanning the empty halls for anyone that might be with the redhead.
Lita recognised what he was looking for. "I'm alone." She whispered quietly, looking down at her feet. "I just want to talk to him."
Batista glanced back at Lita, giving her a slight smirk as he stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter the room. "Randy's inside. Come on in."
The diva stepped into the room quietly, looking around as she entered. She spotted Randy across the other side of the room, sitting on a couch and watching a monitor screen in front of him. She heard Batista close the door behind her, and then she felt a large hand rest on her shoulder.
"Randy?" Batista called out to his friend, and the brunette looked up from the monitor. "There's someone here to see you."
Lita walked forward towards where Randy sat on the couch, nervous and unsure of herself. Here she was, about to ask a man who she had hardly talked to before out on a date purely because she wanted to prove something to her ex-boyfriend.
How twisted.
Randy watched as Lita approached, smiling widely. "Well, well, well - if it isn't the lovely Miss Lita." He stood up, stepping towards her. "And to what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Listen.." Lita began, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering nervously. "I know we haven't talked to each other a lot, or even gotten to know each other at all. But I, uh, I would.."
The redhead trailed off, wiping at her eyes discreetly as a tear splashed down her cheek. Way to go Li, she berated herself. Great first impression to make on a guy, crying as soon as you speak. To her surprise, Orton's cocky smirk slipped off his face at the sight of her tear, and he gazed at her intently.
"Lita? Are.. are you okay?"
At the sound of his concern, Lita's tears began to fall. "I'm sorry, Randy. I --"
"No, don't apologise! What's the matter? Are you hurt?" Randy took Lita's hand in his own, and led her back to the couch, sitting her down gently and then sliding next to her.
Lita tried to calm herself down, not wanting to shed anymore tears in front of Randy or Batista, who was standing beside the couch. Goddamn, she hated how such a small encounter with Jeff had such a large effect on her.
Randy looked up at Batista. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?" He asked the big man, looking at him pointedly.
Batista frowned. "Uh, no, I don't think --" He then saw the look on his friend's face. "Oh! You know what? I do have somewhere to be!" He turned away from the two on the couch, and made his way to the door. "Thanks for reminding me, Randy."
After the door was shut, Randy turned his attention back to the woman sitting beside him. "You can tell me what's wrong, Lita. If there's something you want to talk about.."
Lita controlled her tears, her breaths calming down. Suddenly, she was aware that Randy Orton was holding her hand. She looked up at him, and realised that he was staring at her intensely. She had always thought that Orton was a jerk, and that opinion was shared by many others. But watching him now, Lita began to think that maybe she was wrong.
"I'm so sorry for going all sooky, Randy." She let out a small laugh, wiping her eyes one last time. "I haven't even told you why I came to talk to you in the first place!"
"Actually, I must admit, I am pretty curious about that. We haven't ever really talked before." The brunette said with a slight smirk.
Lita nodded. "And that's exactly why I came. I was wondering, if maybe, you'd want to go out to dinner or something one night? Just so we could get to know each other a bit. I think you're a great guy and --"
"Wait."
Lita felt her heart jump. Wait? He wanted her to stop? Oh, this wasn't going so well..
"Are you asking me out, on like a date?"
She laughed quietly at the smile that appeared on Randy's face. "Yeah, I guess I am."
"But aren't you with Hardy?"
Lita winced slightly at the mention of Jeff's name. Obviously Randy hadn't been paying attention to what had been happening lately. "Um, no. Not anymore."
The young man frowned heavily. "You broke up?"
She nodded. "Haven't you seen him with Trish?"
At Lita's words, Randy frowned even more, his eyes narrowing in what looked like disbelief. "He left you for her?" When Lita nodded, confirming his question, Randy scoffed loudly. "That multi-coloured, body painting freak left gorgeous you, for that plastic Barbie Doll wannabe?"
The redheaded diva couldn't help but chuckle at Randy's comments. She took in a breath. "Hard to believe?"
"No. Not at all." Randy shook his head. "I always knew that guy was insane." He began smiling once again, looking at Lita. "Well then, if you're not with him, then I guess there's nothing stopping me saying yes to your date."
Lita managed to let out a smile. "Thank you."
He shook his head once again. "My pleasure. I should be thanking you." Randy squeezed her hand tightly, then let go. "So, when are we going on this date?"
"Is tonight too soon?"
"Oh, eager little thing, aren't you?" Randy chuckled, winking at Lita suggestively. "Alright then. I'll pick you up at around eight o'clock. What room are you in at the hotel?"
"413." Lita stood up from the couch, looking down at Randy. "Thanks again, Randy. I guess I'll be seeing you tonight?"
"You sure will. Eight sharp."
Lita smiled and nodded, then turned away and walked out the locker room door, back towards the women's dressing room.
Sitting back on the large couch, Randy sighed contently. So, that fiesty little redhead had a bit of a thing for him, did she? Ah well, he knew it. He knew that every diva in the company had a soft spot for the Orton charms.
But that Lita.. she was something different. She was above all the rest of the eye candy that worked in the WWE. She was.. special. Eye candy none-the-less, but special. Randy folded his hands behind his head as he leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips.
He couldn't wait for tonight.