A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE! YAY! LOL soz I'm just really happy so I had to update! grins
Ok, let's say Randy is already in Evolution and he's been with the WWE much longer than John, oh and he's still the Intercontinental Champ. Enjoy!

Chapter Six

"Good job Cena," congratulated Rey, shaking his hand. "Torrie, even better job!"

"I know my stuff," she winked at Rey.

"Hey John! Nice job man! Your first match!" shouted Eddie in excitement as he ran over to John and gave him a noogie. "Has it sunk in yet?"

"Not really!" admitted John as he chuckled. Torrie watched everyone crowd around John, she just slowly stepped aside and walked to the cafeteria, all alone.

"You're lucky Torrie knew her stuff," said Big Show, with a towel draping around his neck.

"Yeah man, if not, this big guy woulda killed you!" laughed Rey.

"Where is Torrie anyway?" asked Dawn nervously. "She has my nail file, where is she? Quick!"

"Err I'll go look for her," said John.

"Yeah I think she went to the cafeteria. Let's go," said Dawn as she walked to the right and John exited to the left.

"Err, John… that way…" said Eddie cocking his head to the right, towards Dawn.

"Oh ok,"said John embarrassedly as he followed Dawn.

She had the usual, orange juice and a cheese sandwich, which she gobbled in no time at all. Sitting opposite from her was the gorgeous Randy Orton, surprisingly he had the same things on his tray, except he had three sandwiches. He wiped his mouth with his napkin, before looking up and meeting her eyes. She quickly looked away, as did he.

Their eyes met again, this time Torrie had let out a chuckle accidentally. She smacked her mouth in shock after that causing him to laugh. They both smiled at each other. He got up and brought his tray over to her table.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked.

"No," she said looking up into his dazzling baby blue eyes. They looked just like John's. But enough about John… "Please sit down,"

"Thank you," he said with a lop-sided smirk, the one all the girls fell in love with. "Good job out there by the way, with the new guy… John right?"

"Yeah, thanks," she answered shyly.

"How come I've never really seen you before, except for today?" he asked.

Maybe it's because you're too full of yourself to notice anyone, Torrie thought. "I dunno," she shrugged. "I guess it's cos I'm new…"

"Oh really?" he asked. "Well you're a pro at managing, I gotta tell you that!"

"Well it's not the hardest job in the world," she answered. "Your job is definitely harder!"

"Oh really? I suppose being the one the fans love to hate is very hard," he said sarcastically.

"I don't hate you," she smiled.

"That's good to know," he winked and added his signature grin as he placed his hand on top of hers, surprisingly, she didn't frigidly snatch her hand away. She felt comfortable with him already.

"I was thinking, you know maybe we should… go out sometime?" he asked her bashfully. "I mean, if you don't want to I can understand that you're busy and everything!"

"Yeah that'd be great," she answered with a gigantic grin smothered across her face.

John and Dawn burst into the cafeteria, this was usual of Dawn to barge through and make a scene like that and as per usual everyone's heads turned their way, all except for Rand and Torrie's, their eyes were locked on to each others and they held hands tightly.

John and Dawn's eyes scanned around the crowded room, Dawn was the first to spot Torrie and her new 'friend'.

"Oh that little slut!" grinned Dawn at the sight of her friend getting chummy with the hottest guy on RAW. "She beat me to it!" John turned to where Dawn was looking, his eyes widened as his heart seized, his smile had melted to a scowl. He glared at the man who grasped Torrie's hand like that, in fact he recognised him, he was Randy Orton! John didn't care who the Hell he was, he wasn't allowed to touch her. No one was, no one except for himself. John sighed as he looked away painfully and shamefully. His day turned out to be awful all because of what he had just seen. He met her again for the first time in ages, she accompanied him and although he forgot what to do, he still won with her help. He shut his eyes, held his head low and walked away disappointedly. He clenched his fists angrily as he headed to the locker rooms. He was mad, mad about her.