A/N: Hey all! I'm glad you liked the first chapter of Poisoned Hearts. I've got a lot of ideas for this story. Hope you all keep reading and loving it!
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Chapter Two
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Randy ran a towel over his wet hair. The muscular man had just gotten out of the shower and gotten dressed, and he figured it was about time to call Ember and see what she wanted to do for their date that night. He flipped open his phone and dialed the numbers quickly. The phone rang twice before a feminine voice answered.
"Hello?" Ember said into the phone, holding it to her ear with her shoulder.
"Hey," Randy answered, smiling.
"Oh, hey Randy!" Ember said happily. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. I was just wondering what you'd like to do tonight." Randy told her.
"Hmm…." She thought. "I figured, if you wanted, you could just come over to my place, and we could order some Japanese or something and watch some movies."
"Sounds great." Randy said. She gave him directions and he promised to be over within an hour. As soon as Ember had hung up the phone with Randy, she dialed the number to the nearest Japanese restaurant and ordered an array of yummy foods, which were promised to be delivered in about forty five minutes. She then walked into her small but cozy bedroom, where she changed out of her clothing from the show earlier that day. Standing in her room in just her underwear, she searched through her closet, looking for something else to wear. Finally, she decided on a pair of tight, light denim hip-huggers and a black shirt with a pink heart made of rhinestones in the center. She left her long, reddish brown hair down in its natural soft waves. After giving herself a once-over in her full length mirror, she returned to the living room, where she waited for the food and Randy.
She smiled upon entering, seeing the frame containing the replica of her first Woman's Championship belt and her Tag-Team Title hanging up beside it until she could get a replica of it, too. True, she may've only wrestled for a small company, but she was so proud of her accomplishments.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by a knock on the door. Upon opening it, she saw the very handsome Randy Orton standing on her doorstep. He was dressed casually, in tennis shoes, blue jeans, and a light green button down shirt.
"Hello, beautiful." He smiled, as Ember moved so that he could come inside from the chilly wind.
"Welcome to my house." She smiled. As Randy stepped into the house, another car pulled into her driveway.
"I'll be right back," She said, grabbing her wallet and walking outside, closing the door behind her. Randy looked around her living room, and noticed the two belts hanging on her wall. He really didn't take a close look at them, figuring they were WWE replica belts. Ember returned to the house a few minutes later, two bags of Japanese food in her hands.
"Replica belts?" He asked, pointing to them.
"Well, one of them is from when I held the Woman's Title. The other is the actual Tag-Team Title; I haven't gotten a replica made of it yet." She said as she sat the food down on her living room table. She noticed a confused expression on Randy's face as she turned back towards him.
"I wrestle for a small independent federation around here. I held the Woman's Title for eight months, dropped it last month, and now Freya, the other girl I was with at the show, and I are the Tag Champs. We won the belts last night in a Tornado Tag TLC match."
"Wow," Randy said. "You must have some serious skills."
She shrugged. "I just try my hardest."
Randy just shot her one of his trademark smiles.
"I'm gonna go get some plates and forks…you can look through my movies and pick out whatever you want you want, they're right there." She said, pointing to the cabinet underneath her television. Randy nodded, and Ember walked off into the kitchen. Randy kneeled down, searching through the cabinet, until he happened upon a video tape with a sticker on it. The sticker said SCCW – 12/4/2004. He figured that it was the tape of her and Freya's match from the previous night. He popped it into the VCR and fast forwarded until he saw the adorable, short girl on screen. He watched, captivated, as she performed crazy moves that would've rivaled those done by the Hardy Boyz.
"Best match I've ever wrestled." She said, walking back in with two plates and forks.
"You're amazing." Randy said. "I don't know why Vince hasn't scouted you out yet. You could revolutionize women's wrestling."
"I've wondered the same thing. I guess though, if it's meant to happen, my time will come." Randy nodded, considering her words. He knew that she was completely right about that.
He had paused the match when she came back into the room, and now, as she was sitting, fixing herself a plate of the delicious-smelling food, he hit play. The first image was of her delivering a DDT onto one of the then Tag Champions on a table. He was captivated by the strength the tiny girl must have, the way she flew, the moves she pulled off…he couldn't help but smile as he glanced over at her as she took a bite of soy sauce covered shrimp and fried rice.
"Whacha waiting for?" She asked cutely. "Dig in!" Randy shot her a smile before fixing a plate for himself as the two continued to watch the match. Overall, the match was WWE caliber. Both girls were amazing wrestlers – though, of course, Randy favored Ember. The end of the match was spectacular, and the girls got a gigantic pop.
Soon after the end of the match, the two had relocated to the couch. Both were finished eating, and now they were just sitting around, talking.
"How long have you been wrestling?" Randy asked.
"For about five years now. Since I was seventeen." Ember smiled. "I wish I could pursue it full time, but unless I get signed to the WWE, that isn't going to happen."
"I'm just about positive Vince will sign you, if you let me take him that tape and show him that match. Hell, he'll probably sign you and Freya both."
"That would be amazing…I really don't want you to feel like you have to, though. I mean, you've been so sweet to me and we've only known each other for a few hours…" Ember trailed off, looking down at the crème colored couch.
Randy took one of her small hands in both of his larger ones. "I really want to. I know we just met today, but I do like you a lot…you have an amazing personality, and I've gotten to know you quite a bit today, considering we talked for a while after the show, and a few hours tonight. I want to help you out in any way I can to get you into that company."
Ember smiled and lunged forward, throwing her small arms around Randy's neck.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She squeaked, hugging the tall man.
Randy smiled, hugging her back. He breathed in the scent of her hair, and vowed to never forget that moment. "You're welcome."
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"I swear! I don't know who the hell she thinks she is!" Trish ranted in the Woman's Locker Room to Nora. "I was this close! This close!" She squinted her thumb and first finger together, making a very small gap. "He was so close to being mine and some little trampy ass ring rat had to ruin it!"
"Chill out, Trish." Nora said. "If you want Randy that damn bad, think of some way to get her out of the picture."
Trish sat there and thought for a minute, with Nora standing in front of her, tapping her foot impatiently.
Ever so slowly, a grin appeared on Trish's face. "If I know Randy – and trust me, I do believe I know Randy well…once he and the tramp get close enough, he'll bring her on the road…and she'll more than likely valet for him…you know how it happens, nearly all of the guys do it. Well…all I can say, Nora my dear, is that it is wonderful to have your own personal problem solver…Now, I wonder where I can find Tyson to tell him my little plan…" Trish smirked. Nora also smirked as Trish stood up, and the two girls walked out of the room in search for Tyson Tomko.
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A/N: Oooh, getting dramatic already! Stay tuned for chapter three! There you'll possibly find out Trish's plan…but maybe not. :-D Thanks for reading, please review! Hee heee.