It's me again margret... Hopefully today I'll have a huge update for you... I'm thankful you are still enjoying this story...
Chapter 20
I smiled across the yard as another long stream of jabs was yelled at Randy.
"Why won't you tell us about your date lover-boy?" Dave asked getting in his face as he tried to walk away.
"Do you regret not getting any action? We all know Cheyenne's too good for you anyway." Paul quipped keeping up to pace with Dave.
"Guys, it wasn't like that!" Randy cried out stopping in the center of the yard, "I've told you guys it was innocent and we just went to play video games and eat ice cream... DAMN!"
"But you don't do either... so why are you lying to us?" Dave persisted.
I watched as Randy's aggravation grew and he wiped a frustrated hand across his face, "You know what... believe what you want, I'm tired of this." He replied walking away.
I had already been put in the middle of Amy and Matt for the most part of the day, so I was just getting a repeat of what I had already heard. I couldn't help but laugh at everyone with every word they said, cause I knew that there was nothing I could say to change their minds on giving us a hard time. I would have to say though that I was glad Marti had stayed up the night before to warn us of the tirade that was going to be coming our way.
"Cheyenne," Rick called from behind me taking me out of my thoughts, "C'mon baby, I got the ring free for a little while."
I smiled and grabbed my towel and water before following him out to the ring. I had left the house around seven that morning for my doctors office, and to my delight he cleared me to start working on my ankle. Of coarse he told me to keep the air-cast on it for as long as possible and to tape it up heavily, but he wished I would get out of the business while I could. I just gave him my usual unhappy scowl at his persistence and left as soon as I could.
I had approached Rick the moment I got back to see about helping me get back in the ring and he was excited to help me. For the last few hours I had been working hard on the treadmill and bicycle, warming it up and getting it loose for a little light ring action in which I would be going through a mock match with one of the more advanced students.
"Hey Nikki." I greeted the young student as we climbed into the ring.
She grinned, "What's up, Chey."
"Remember girls, keep it light," Rick warned, "the ankle isn't completely healed, we don't need injure it any further."
We both nodded as we bounced anxiously around the ring.
"I want you guys to start with a few irish-whips, a clothesline and possibly a slam, and then we'll take it from there." Rick instructed and then climbed down to the side of the squared platform to ring the bell.
We rounded the ring once, then Nikki went for the collar and elbow tie-up, I powered out of it then clasped her wrist and pushed her toward the ropes for an irish-whip, Nikki quickly reversed it then as I came off the ropes she threw her arm out and clotheslined me hard onto the mat. I clutched my chest and started to pick myself up and she hit me with a low standing drop kick as I got to my knees. Nikki got up quickly as I made my way to the ropes to pull myself up and she spun me around and scooped me up for a body slam.
"GREAT!" Rick applauded, "Cheyenne, you doing okay?"
I raised my head up off the mat and smiled at him, "So far." I answered.
"Alright, now let's try a few more moves, but we gotta keep it on the mat, girls. Chey, that means nothing off the ropes, incase you forget. We can work on those the closer we get to the event."
"Sure, but you know I'd like to try a drop kick of my own, see how high I can get myself, and possibly try a couple of moves that will actually utilize the ankle."
Rick nodded, "You know how it feels, I'm just here to make sure you don't over do it."
Nikki, Rick and myself worked for a few hours in the ring and slowly I felt my confidence build. I had even gone as far as to moonsault off of the top rope. Rick was counseling me at the start of my climb, begging me to stop, but I had assured him I was fine.
"How ya doin'?" Marti asked as he sat next to me on the couch and adjusted my ice pouch."
"A little sore, actually." I half giggled, half moaned.
Marti's face broke into a smile, "Good." He said simply causing me to gawk at him, "What? You have got to get those muscles working again." He defended with the same bright grin.
I patted his arm and threw the pouch into his lap, "I'm going up to soak in the tub."
