PART SEVEN
Jeff left at about 2am. Which was when Sage decided that she was going to 'hit the hay'. The next day went by really quickly and soon the "gang" which now included Sage were on their way to Raw. Sage was sitting next to Jeff on the flight. Because Amy wanted to sit with Matt. Sage was extemely nervous during the begining of the flight because she thought that her outfits weren't good enough. Jeff calmed her down and she now slept peacefully with her head on his shoulder. Little to their knowledge Shane saw the entire thing and felt horrible. 'That should have been me calming her down' he thought, 'maybe I have some competition?' Five minutes before the plane landed Jeff woke Sage. She opened her eyes and smiled at Jeff.
"Thanks, Jeff, for everything." Sage smiled.
"No problem." he replied.
They soon got off the plane and went to the arena. Sage was supposed to go to Vince immediatly. He as well as Jennie and a few other ladies looked at her work. "Well, Sage we're going to continue to look at your outfits, and I'll give you the low down later tonight." Vince McMahon said.
"Okay. Thank-you very much." Sage said as she left. Sage was on her way back to Jeff's locker room but little to her knowledge took a wrong turn. She was off in her own little world when she ran into something, rather someone and ended up on the floor, on her ass.
"Ouch." Sage said.
"Sorry." a male voice said. He stuck out his hand to help the woman up.
"No,no it's my fault." Sage said. She then took his hand and when she was off the floor she was looking into the eyes of none other than... the Legend Killer himself, Randy Orton. "Randy!" Sage exclaimed.
"Sage, hey." Randy greeted.
"How are ya?" Sage asked.
"I'm good, when did you get here don't you live in NC?" Randy asked.
"Oh, I still live there I moved in with Amy after some shit happened. Actually not to long after I met you..." Sage answered as the cute memory flooded into her mind...
FLASHBACK
A young man had just entered the laundrymat.
"Hey, miss could I help you?" The man replied as an agravated woman smacked the change thingy on the dryer.
"Uh, actually, probably not." the woman said much to the man's dismay.
"I'm Randy Orton, by the way. And why wouldn't I be able to help.?" Randy questioned.
"Well, hi Randy I'm Sage and this stupid dryer over here ate mt last quarters and I don't have any more change. Isn't that stupid? How could a dryer eat my money?" Sage half stated half asked.
"Well, here." Randy said giving Sage two quarters. "It's on me." Randy laughed.
"Thanks." Sage said as she took her clothes out of the bad drier and placed them in a new one. Sage then sat down to read a magazine while waiting the 40 minutes the drier would take. Sage looked up from her magazine when she heard a 'what the hell am I gunna do now?' She noticed that Randy had tried to wash a stained dress shirt and the stain had only spread.
"Here let me help. It's the least I could do." Sage said. Randy turned when he heard the woman's voice.
"I don't think there's much you can do." Randy said. "Paul is so going to kill me!" he muttered.
"I'm guessing this isn't your shirt then?" Sage asked.
"Uh, yea." Randy smiled. He watched Sage as she made her way over to her bag and took out a tooth brush, some Tide, and some spray bottle. She also got a cup of water from the water tank thing. He watched as she quickly worked. After doing what she could she asked Randy for four quaters and put the shirt in the washer. It was done rather quickly. It was only on the rinse cycle. She then placed the shirt in the dryer.
"Are you sure that's going to work?" Randy asked.
"Well, it'll either help or make it worse." Sage said, "Hopefully it'll help." She smiled. Randy and Sage got a talking waiting for both dryers to finish.
BEEP!! Sage's dryer was done. She folded her clothes and was about to leave.
"Sage, wait!" Randy said.
"Yea?" Sage asked.
"I was wondering if next time I was in town we could go out?" Randy asked.
"Sure." Sage smiled as she gave Randy her number. With that she walked out.
END FLASHBACK
"You still owe me that date." Randy smiled, "Well, maybe not owe but, you know what I mean." he smiled.
"Yea. I do." Sage smiled.
"Well how about tonight?" Randy asked.
"I'm not sure about my plans tonight but, I'll get back to you." Sage smiled.
"Okay. Hey I was just on my way to got try out some new moves in the practice ring cause I have the night off care to join? You said something about wrestling the night we met." Randy asked.
"Sure, just walk me to the Divas locker room so I can change." Sage replied.
"Sure." Randy replied as the two start their journey. They soon arrived at the locker room and Sage changed into work out clothes. They then headed to the practice ring. Suprisingly no one was there. Randy and Sage were just fooling around in the ring. Little to their knowledge Vince was watching the entire thing. He left after he saw Sage deliver a picture perfect moonsault onto Randy. Randy had Sage in a headlock and she was fighting to get out.
"Ahem." a voice said. The two look up. Who was there you may wonder? None other than Vince McMahon with a clipboard in hand.
"Oh, Mr. McMahon hi!" Sage greeted as she and Randy stepped out of the ring to go and see Vince.
"Hello Sage, Randy." he greeted. "Sage I have two sets of news for you one good, and one bad. Which do you want first?" he questioned.
"The bad." Sage answered.
"Well, your designs were wonderful, but, we found them to be a tad ameture. So I have decided not to hire you as a designer." Vince said. Sage's face fell.
"And the good?" Sage questioned.