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Chapter 1 – It begins!
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Dave approached his blonde haired co-worker slowly.
"Chris," he said in a barely audible voice.
"Yeah?"
"That girl is cute, isn't she?"
"Which one?"
"The one you signed the shirt for."
"Oh,.. Yeah she is."
"She was trying to get my attention earlier, well I think."
"I heard her mention you to one of her friends when I was out there."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Um, I should probably go get ready for my match now," Dave said as he turned and headed out the door.
"Hey, Dave," Chris called as he chased him down the corridor.
"What," Dave questioned as he turned to look at the man who had called his name.
"Are you ok," Chris asked cautiously trying to show the big man he cared, but also trying not to invade on Dave's privacy, as he knew that Dave was a very private person. Dave's eyes left Chris' face and found themselves staring blankly at the floor.
"Yeah, fine," the big man replied.
"No, you're not fine that is pretty obvious. Listen, if you need to talk you can talk to me. You are not alone here. I swear you can talk to me about whatever you want…"
"I don't think you would understand."
"You never know."
"Chris, I seriously doubt it," Dave turned to walk off again when Chris spoke up again.
"Is it the girl?" The question immediately stopped Dave in his tracks.
"How did you know?"
"I saw you watching her through the window."
"Figures," Dave said under his breath as he nodded in slight irritation.
"You could approach her," Chris said simply.
"How would that look?"
"Cute," the blonde man smiled. Dave shook his head at his playful co-worker.
"You really should do something Dave. You might regret it later if you don't." Dave gave no verbal response. His response was the ability to look Chris in the eye again and give him an apologetic and thankful look. The blonde gave him a warm smile then returned to his dressing room.
Dave went to his own dressing room which was only a few doors down from his blonde friend's dressing room. He proceeded to take off his long, black coat. He looked out the window to see if the girl was still outside. She was not. He then closed the blinds and unbuttoned his white button up shirt. He laid it across a chair that sat in the corner of his dressing room. He then looked down at his muscular chest. He hoped that he was truly the interest of this mystery girl. He sat down and slid off his black leather shoes. He followed this by removing his black socks.
After a few moments, he stood again thinking about the body he was about to show to the crowd at that arena. He felt a strange sensation of embarrassment come over him. He was not exactly sure why, but he believed it was the thought of the girl and potentially critical comments from her about his body.
What does she like I wonder? Am I too big… too small? Is it ok that I didn't work out as hard this week or is she disappointed to see the few pounds I gained back from the lack of time to work out well…Does she like blonde haired guys? Are the tattoos and piercings to much or does she think they are fine? What about that huge scar from the tricep repair? I wonder if I have the right color of eyes…What if she was never interested in me as anything more than that guy on T.V. Why do I feel this way? I don't even know her…
He walked over to the mirror that had been placed in his dressing room. He looked himself over, and then he unbuckled his belt and took both the belt and his pants off at the same time. He hung the jet black pants over the same chair as his shirt. He stood in front on the mirror again as he removed his black boxer briefs.
I hope that I am what she wants.
He headed to the main locker room to work out his tag team match with Edge, Chris Benoit and Randy Orton.
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The girls sat in the front row. They talked as the show progressed. The discussed everything from the merchandise they had bought to their plans for that night.
They drew quite a bit of attention from the audience and wrestlers alike. They dressed differently and voiced their opinions to the wrestlers and all the other fans. They were impossible to ignore. The girls managed to get the attention of almost every wrestler that night. As the time of the main event approached they became more and more excited. The main event came rather quickly for the girls, but for a certain person backstage it took an eternity.
Chris watched through the curtains eagerly as he knew that Dave's match was coming up. The music blared in the PA system once again. Dave walked down to the ring in his usual dominate way. He looked in to the crowd as he walked. He did not see the girl at first, but his eyes quickly moved toward the direction of the only positive sound directed at him. It was her.
He looked at the floor after meeting her gaze. He was unsure of the reason, but he could not look her in the eyes. He climbed in to the ring and mimicked the other wrestlers as the came in. He was mainly trying to keep his mind from wondering to the beauty in the front row.
After all of the participants had made their entrances Edge went into the ring to begin the match. Dave stood on the apron and waited for his partner to tag him in. He looked at the girl once more.
She's pretty tall, maybe 5'7" or 5'8"… She's fairly muscular. I bet she's about 120 or 130 pounds… Hmmm…Wow! She has some seriously long legs and God, are they beautiful… I wonder if she's a C or D cup…can't tell from here…Wish I could get closer… She has such beautiful hair… I want to touch it to play with it… and those pig tails. Who knew platinum blonde hair with pink streaks could be so incredibly cute?…And, oh, those amazing green eyes…
His thoughts were interrupted by her voice. He could barely contain his laughter when Randy began to hit on her friend. He was way too flirty for Dave and Randy was so dramatic about it. He claimed she was the love of his life. Dave looked away from the girls as the blonde was too much for him. He closed his eyes tightly in hopes that the vision of the girl would disappear. The darkness crept in. Along with the darkness came a vivid image of the young blonde.
That light blue make-up she eye shadow and the dark black eye liner really brings out those gorgeous green eyes… and the beautiful glossy light pink lips… I would love to kiss them… Hmmm… those little blue feather earrings are too adorable. The black ribbon choker is quite cute too. I wonder if she is cold in those clothes… I wish I could do something to warm her up… I mean after all she's in bikini with a black leather neck strap and she only has black fishnet to keep her arms warm… I know that can't do keep her as warm as my arms… or my jacket… She still looks so amazing even though I know she is freezing… I wonder what the tattoo under that fishnet really looks like… That silver belly button ring only adds to her appeal. I wonder if those light blue thong straps are showing intentionally or not…They really stand out against that black mini skirt…Oh, her legs are so amazing… They look so smooth and toned. Is that… now way… those aren't stilettos, are they? I can hardly believe this. She is actually wearing stilettos… What on earth is she doing at a wrestling show wearing stilettos? Well at least they match… They are light blue after all…
His thoughts continued to flow around the girl when her voice snapped him back to reality. He felt his body respond to his thoughts of her. He attempted to keep people from noticing.
After a few minutes he was tagged in. He wrestled for sometime. As he wrestled he still thought of her. It was impossible for him to quit thinking about the captivating young woman.
Dave and Adam both ended up outside the ring after a while. Adam hugged him. Dave acted like he had no clue what was going on. Adam whispered in Dave's ear as he held on to him, "Hey, uh, you've got a problem."
"I know," Dave whispered back into Adams ear. The response was barely audible in the arena, but Adam made it out. Dave pushed Adam away and pretended like he was totally freaked out by what happened. Chris watched on from behind the flowing black material.
Again, Dave heard that voice call to him. His eyes moved in the direction of the girl despite all of his efforts. He quickly looked away as he felt his body respond to the site of her. He was tagged in again, which he was thankful for. He wrestled the remainder of the match. In the end he lost. He glanced to the seats where she and her friend had been. She was gone. His eyes searched the building frantically. He had not only lost the match, he had also lost the girl…
Dave reluctantly made his way back to the locker room. Chris left his post and headed to the nearest window to see if he could spot her. He turned as he heard footsteps coming toward him. The look on Dave's face told him of the big man's fears.
"Dave?" Chris said as he approached the big man.
"Yeah," Dave replied in a barely audible and tremendously sad voice.
"She's waiting out there."
"She is," Dave's voice rose to a level of excitement Chris had never heard from the big man. Chris nodded in response and pointed out the window to the girl and her friend. Dave's eyes lit up.
"Do you want me to get security to bring her in?" Chris asked his co-worker. He knew that he would more than likely be in a whole lot of trouble with the higher-ups if he went through with it.
"Can you do that?"
"Yeah, it's no problem. After all, you seem to have more interest in her than even you expected." Chris grinned slyly with his last part of comment. At that moment Dave realized that he had been observed by Chris. His cheeks reddened slightly.
"It's no big deal man," Chris said trying to reassure Dave that his feelings were normal, though he knew they were not. Dave's gave a look of thanks to Chris. Chris felt like the trouble he knew he would soon face was worth it. Well, it was for him, it would not have been for anyone else. The girl seemed to have a direct impact on Dave's in-ring performance. Chris had never seen anyone that mentally and physically focused on anyone else in his life.
"So Dave would you like to get a shower or change before I have them bring her in?"
"I want to, but do you think she'll wait?"
"How about I get security to go ahead and bring the girl in and have her wait in here?"
"Ok," Dave said as he turned to walk out. "And, uh, thanks," he said. Chris knew how hard it was for the big man to say that word.
Neither of the men could have possibly expected what was to come.
