A/N: In this story there will be no dress code for the superstars. Oh, and thank you all for the reviews on the first chapter.

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Chapter 2- Acceptance

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Chris walked over to one of the many members of security. "Hey, um… Mark," He said as he read the name tag on the man's yellow shirt.

"Yes, Mr. Jericho?"

"I would like for you to get those girls right there and bring them in here."

"Which ones?"

"The girl who that has platinum blonde hair with the pink streaks and the red head next to her."

"I'll have them in here as soon as possible," said the rather confused man as he turned to go get the pair.

"Thank you," Chris called down the hall to the man who was quickly approaching the door to the outside of the building.

Chris sat down in a chair near the window. He did not look out of it though as he was in thought. He looked at the bleak white walls. They reminded him of the hospital room he had been in with Amy. He closed his eyes tightly hoping that the image of her in that hospital bed would soon leave his mind. As a tear escaped his eye he realized his attempt was futile. He was there with her throughout her surgery and the long process of recovery. It was his choice to stay out of the title circuit and attend as few of the house shows as possible. He wanted to be there for her, especially since her boyfriend of the time, Matt Hardy, was far to concerned with his own career to be with her.

After no more than two minutes the girls were headed down the hall. The click of high heels echoed over and over. He opened his eyes slowly and looked in the direction of the clicks.

"Hello," he said as they approached.

"Hiya," the blonde said to him.

"Hi," responded the hyper red head as she flashed him a huge smile.

"What are your names?"

"My name is Phoebe Lennox," the red head responded as she rocked on her feet.

"I'm Artemis Randi Murr," was the reply received from the beautiful young blonde. "All my friends call me Randi," she giggled. Chris could see that the blond was a bit younger than her red haired friend.

"It is very nice to meet the both of you," Chris with a cute little smile. "So how old are you two?"

"I'm nineteen and she's twenty-two," Randi replied as she pointed first at herself then at her friend.

"Oh, would you two like a seat," Chris asked. He had temporarily forgotten his manners.

"Yeapers," both girls said at the same time. Chris laughed to himself.

"Ok, I'll be right back then," Chris said just before he rose from his own seat to search for two more of the horribly uncomfortable chairs.

"I wonder why we're back here…" the blonde trailed off.

"I dunno, maybe CJ likes us…"

"Well, Randy was hitting on you quite heavily. Maybe we're back here because of that."

"Why would we both be back here?"

"I dunno…" the blonde did not end her sentence. Chris was on his way back with the chairs. As he sat them down and folded them out he looked at the girls who were exchanging some strange glances.

"Am I interrupting something," he inquired.

"Oh, no it was nothing… we were just, um… talking about… stuff," the blonde managed to spit out.

"Uh, huh," Chris said in a tone that told both of them he did not believe them for a second. He backed away from the chairs so the girls could sit down in them. He sank back into his own chair, which he had conveniently placed between the other two chairs.

"So, why are we back here," the blonde questioned.

"Let's just say you caught some eyes…"

"Like yours," the red head quipped.

"Maybe so," Chris responded in a flirty manner, after all they were both incredibly adorable that night. He decided that he should go see how much more Dave and Randy had to do before they would be presentable.

"I need to go check on something. I'll be right back," he said as he stood up. The two girls nodded to show that they did not mind. Chris walked down the hall towards the men's locker room.

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Chris pushed the door to the men's locker room open. He did not see either of them in the main room so he headed back to the showers. Dave stood in front of the mirror flexing his chest muscles. Chris almost laughed at the sight.

"Dave, are you almost finished," Chris asked.

"Uh, yeah," said the big man as he approached the blonde. He was wearing nothing but a towel.

"She is in the arena," Chris said as his muscular co-worker came closer.

"Ok, I'll be out there in a few minutes," Dave said as he headed back towards the mirror to fix his hair.

Chris looked over at Randy Orton who was currently drying his abdomen. "Randy, you better hurry up. I have a surprise for you."

"Yeah, I'll be there soon," responded the distracted young man.

"Come with Dave, alright?"

"Sure thing," Randy said as he began to dry his long muscular legs. Chris smiled as he left the shower room. Randy had always been relatively obsessed with his own looks, but it was getting to a point of utter ridiculousness. After taking about two steps Chris leaned back into the shower room. "Her name is Artemis Randi Murr. She goes by Randi," Chris yelled to Dave. The big man nodded at Chris. Randy raised an eyebrow at the blonde man who was exiting the room.

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"That was such a great match. Ames kicked ass," Randi was saying as Chris rejoined them.

"She sure did," Phoebe responded.

"Would you two like me to get her to talk to you," Chris questioned.

"That would be uber cool," responded the red head. The blonde haired girl nodded eagerly.

"Well, follow me," Chris said motioning for them to come along. The girls followed him.

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"What was that all about," Randy asked as he followed his former evolution counter part down the hall to his dressing room.

"It's about a girl."

"The one who turned you on?"

"If you must know, yes it was about her," Dave snapped as he clenched the towel that covered his lower body.

"Sorry man, didn't mean to piss you off or anything," Randy stuttered. "Uh, I'm gonna go get dressed." When he received no response from the big man, Randy decided it best to leave Dave alone.

Dave continued down the hall from the shower room to his own dressing room. He walked in and quickly dressed. He looked himself over once before sitting on the empty chair in his dressing room. He knew Randy really had not meant to anger him, but it was the simple fact that Randy could never respect a person's privacy. That was the part that had really made Dave angry. It was not so much the fact that Randy had to bring up one of the most embarrassing moments of his life, but the fact that Randy could not ever keep himself from prying. Dave sighed and waited for his slightly ditzy friend.

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"Babe, I got some girls here who would like to meet you," Chris called into the room he shared with his girlfriend.

"Ok, just give me a second," Amy called from inside the room. "I'm sorta decent now, bring them on in."

Chris opened door. He and the girls stepped in. He was quite amazed as he saw his girl friend standing there in her baggy army green pants and black bra. "We could have waited," Chris said as he stood there.

"CJ, if it were guys I may have told you to wait, but it isn't. They have more than likely seen me in a whole lot less and I know they've seen their own bodies so it's really not that big of a deal," she said as she pulled a t-shirt over her head.

"I guess you're right," Chris said as he allowed Amy's logic to sink in.

"Hiya! I'm Randi!" The blonde said before Chris had time to introduce the girls to his love.

"It's nice to meet you," Amy responded reaching her hand out to the other girl. The two shook hands then Amy turned to her friend. "And your name is?"

"Phoebe," the red head said. From there the three girls talked about various things. They exchanged phone numbers and addresses. Amy signed a few things and then gave the girls backstage passes to the Fozzy show that would take place the following week. Amy seemed to take to them really well. He hoped the rest of the locker room would too. Instinct told him they would be around for quite some time. After a few more minutes there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Chris said. The door opened slowly and Dave stepped in. He was followed by Randy. "Randi, this is Dave. Dave this is Randi," Chris said.

"Phoebe, this is the quite talented Mr. Orton. Randy this is Phoebe," Amy jumped in. Dave looked at the young girl who stood before him. She stared up at him in awe. "D-D-D-Dave," she squeaked. He smiled down at her in a gentle manner. He was very happy to see that she was interested. The blonde girl covered most of her face with her small hands. She was almost in tears. Dave wrapped his arms around the small figure. He felt bad for her as he could imagine why she was so excited to meet him.

Randy and Phoebe looked at the two and giggled. Things were a little more natural for the two of them. "So, Randy, am I really the love of your life," she asked mocking his actions in the ring.

"Maybe," he responded with a bit of mischief in his eyes. "Should we find out?"

"How do you propose we do that, Mr. Orton?"

"Go on a date…" he trailed off.

"Sounds great." The two left the room after quickly saying good bye, after all they had a date to plan.

Dave stood with his arms around the girl until he heard the sobs stop. "Are you ok," he asked quietly.

"Yeah, it's just that, well, I…" She began to sob again. "You see I never thought I would meet you and… I thought you were ignoring me during the show and…"

"I wasn't ignoring you I was just trying to get through my match and I was… um…"

"You mean that was because of me?"

"Well… yes," he responded not knowing what else to say. She looked up at him.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't apologize. It really isn't that big of a deal."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," he said to the cute girl he held close to his body. "So would you like to go to my dressing room with me," he said after a few minutes of thought.

"Sure."