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Chapter 8 – Always the Problem Causer
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The next morning when I woke up my cell phone was ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hiya Punker," the familiar voice came through the phone.
"Hey, how are you?"
"I'm good. How are you?"
"I'm alright. So long have you been awake, babe?"
"Not long, I vas tired."
"Me too... What time is it?"
"Ten thirty," she responded.
"Wow. I must have slept through the alarm."
"You need to go?"
"Yeah, I'm really sorry."
"Ist ok. I understand."
"I'll call you as soon as I can."
"Ok. Be careful."
"I will."
"Good-bye."
"Bye honey," I said. I hung up the phone. I stood there for a minute thinking about how much I hated having to do that to her. I quickly made my way to the shower. It was going to be another long day on the road.
I turned the water on so it could warm up and headed back into the main part of my room to get my clothes. I grabbed sXe t-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans as well a pair of boxers and a pair of socks. I returned to the bathroom and laid my clothes on the counter. I undressed and got in the shower. The hot water felt good on my skin. If it wasn't for the fact that I should have been ready to leave by this time I would have stayed in the shower a lot longer.
When I turned the water off I heard knocking at the door. I quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. There was no sense in getting dressed. I knew who it was, well I thought I did.
"Trish?"
"Hey Punk."
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see how you were after that date last night. I figured you'd need someone to help you get over it."
"I had a great time last night and I definitely don't need to get over it," I was really biting my tongue at that moment.
"Oh, well I'll see you tonight," she said running her finger down my chest.
"Yeah," I said. I caught her hand just before she reached my belly button. I pushed her hand away.
"Trish, why don't you leave him the hell alone," Amy said as she walked down the hall toward my room.
"Why don't you shut up and mind your own business," she retorted.
"You harassing my friend is my business, Trash... I mean Trish," Amy yelled at her.
"Fuck you," she said just before she stormed down the hall.
"Thanks Ames, I owe you big time," I said to the fiery red head.
"It was no problem," she said smiling. "So can I come in?"
"Yeah," I said. "I'm running really late so I may not be a good conversationalist right now."
"No problem. Oh, Punker, here are you're clothes I borrowed yesterday," I laughed as she held them out. Every time she returned my clothes without me asking it meant that she wanted something else.
"You can borrow whatever you want as long as you return it Ames," I said knowing what she was about to ask. I took the clothes out of her hand and put them in the bag with the rest of my dirty clothes.
"Thanks," she said as she headed to my bags. She pulled out one of my lighter hoodies and held it out as if to make sure I really didn't mind. It was the third time she had borrowed that hoodie in the last month.
"You can have it."
"I just want to wear it."
"Take it. I have another one at home."
"Are you sure," she said. I nodded. She jumped on me again, luckily she didn't knock me down again. I got enough of that in the ring.
"You're welcome," I said laughing. I hugged her. She smiled and got off of me. I walked back to the bathroom and got dressed. I then brushed my hair and pulled it into a low pony tail. When I rejoined my red haired friend she was wearing the hoodie. I shook my head.
"Have you eaten," she asked.
"No, not yet. Have you?"
"Yeah... Go get breakfast. I'll pack your stuff."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it's no problem. Just be careful. Trish could still be lurking out there somewhere," she laughed.
"I'll keep that in mind," I said before exiting the room. I made my way down to the lobby. I tried to stay in places with continental breakfasts... as it reduced the costs of traveling. It was something I did in my days during the indy days. It was one of the many things I had carried over from that time that was no longer necessary.
I got what looked ok and headed back to the room. When I got there Amy had all of my stuff packed and she had brought her stuff to my room so we could leave when ever I was ready.
"Let's leave. I'll eat in the car," I said to the red head. She nodded and picked up her bags. Set the plate down and gathered my bags as well. When I reached of the plate I noticed that she had it. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Your hands are full. Mine aren't. I'll carry it," she said simply before walking out the door. I followed her down to the car. She unlocked it and sat the food in the passenger seat then opened the truck. We loaded our things into the rental then took the key cards back to the clerk. After handing over the key cards for both of our rooms we were given out deposits and we headed out the door.
It took us about six hours to get to the next city. Ames was driving like a maniac... she was good at that when she wanted somewhere quickly. It didn't really bother me though. I was the same way. It was quite amazing the two of us weren't dead.
We arrived at the arena late... as usual. When we got there I headed to catering to see if i could find my opponent for that night. I wasn't too fond of the idea when they told me I would be facing Tyson Tomko. He was not fun to work with at all... especially not since Trish was always around him. He was there. I figured he would be. The man ate all the time.
I made my way over the table he and Trish were sitting at. I made sure to sit across from her. I wasn't in the mood to be fondled especially, not by Tra... Trish. I made sure that we planned the match quickly. I didn't like either of them and I wanted to be away from them as quickly as possible.
I went back to the men's locker room. I looked through my bags and found my white trucks, my boots and my knee pads. I changed into them quickly and began my stretching routine. As I stretched I thought about my match with Tomko. My thoughts started floating to the fact that Tomko hated me. My guess was that is somehow related to Tra... Trish. Either he liked her and was pissed because she wanted me or he was pissed at me because I didn't like her. I wasn't sure, but I was really hoping that whatever it was that caused his animosity didn't cause me an injury. It wasn't so much fear of injury as it was the possibility of upsetting Freya. I tried to push the thought out of my mind, but that was a fruitless effort.
I'm not sure how long I sat there contemplating the possibilities, but I know it was a while. My thoughts were finally broken by Randy Orton.
"Punk, are you ok? You look like hell, man."
"Depends on what happens in my match." I hadn't meant to say that. I was going to make some lame excuse about being tired or sick, but the real reason was half way out before I could stop it.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm wrestling Tomko," I said. It was pretty well known that Tyson hated my guts.
"Oh... I don't think you'll get hurt. You know what you're doing out there..." I knew Randy was trying to make me feel better about it. Too bad it wasn't working.
"It's not really an injury I'm worried about Randy."
"I didn't think so. What is bothering you?" I sighed. I wasn't quite sure how he would respond, but it was too late to drop it now.
"Randy, I'm dating the girl that won the contest. She's been through a lot. The last thing she needs is for me to get hurt..."
"Oh, I see. Well I could talk to Tomko see what the deal is and try to get him past it. There's the risk of pissing him off more, but there is also the chance of getting you off his bad list..."
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