A/N: Well, thanks for the reviews, you guys! They were really encouraging. Umm… I've got a busy schedule, and I write for 1) love of the WWE and its guys and girls, 2) love of writing, and 3) stress relief. So I guess I can update at the end of each week, like on Fridays or Saturdays. Is that okay?

Oh, and I write my stories on paper before typing, so I've got about three chapters ready and waiting to be uploaded.

Anyway, just feel free to tell me what you think. I love that.

Before I forget… there's a Jackie character here, in Stacy's cheer squad. That's Miss Jackie I'm talking about. There are some other divas there, too.

Chapter Two

"Girls, we're using our batons today!" Stacy Keibler called out to the other cheerleaders.

"Alright, Stace!" they began taking their batons out of their gym bags. However, Stacy could not find hers.

"I'm sure I had it yesterday… Jackie?" Stacy turned to the squad's assistant head. "You guys go ahead… have them go through the whole routine, okay?"

"Sure thing, Stacy girl," Jackie gave Stacy's head a pat as she left the bleachers.

"Where are you!" Stacy pawed frantically through her gym bag. "Towel… skirt… socks…"

"Looking for this?" a shadow fell upon Stacy. It was Randy Orton, twirling her baton idly while wearing his trademark smirk.

Stacy sighed. How on earth did it get into his hands? "Give it to me, Orton."

"Sure I will… … … IF you go out with me."

"Never!"

"I'm never giving this back, then. Come on, Stace! This is the opportunity of a lifetime!"

"Oh yeah? For what?"

"To go out with me!"

"Ugh! Who do you think you are anyway!"

"Last time I checked, I was Randy Orton."

"I don't care! Now give that back to me."

"Don't frown! It makes you look a little less beautiful."

"Give it to me. You know I don't fall for that kind of thing."

"Really?"

"Really. Because I've got other things on my mind, not like the sluts who think of nothing but to be laid by you."

Randy grabbed her by the arms and brought her close so she was looking straight into his eyes. "You're not like them. That's why I like you. But I can't force you, right? Maybe the universe will." He let go and tossed her the baton. "Have a good practice." He gave a smirk and left.

Stacy stood speechless, staring after him. His words echoed in her head. But I can't force you, right? Maybe the universe will. Was he actually sincere? Those words were a far cry from what he usually said when he talked to her.

She shook the idea out of her mind. He probably just goes after me so he can brag afterward all about how he got some girl who didn't like him to go out with him, anyway. But those last words were really different… Oh, whatever. She walked over to the other cheerleaders, who were supposed to be practicing. They were simply standing there, staring at her. And they had these smiles on their faces.

"Hey Stace, I thought you didn't like Randy Orton," Jackie said curiously.

"Falling for his charms that fast?" Candice Michelle teased. "I guess your resistance is finally crumbling, huh?

"Come on you guys, get back to practice." Stacy ignored their questions.

"You two look good, together, you know."

"Randy dates a lot, but he doesn't waste time. It's either you'd accept or not. It's the first time he's actually working to get a girl to go out with him."

"Yeah, and he's sort of persistent, too, Stace."

"I think he really does like you."

"Go for it, girl!"

"You're crazy not to give him a chance. He's, like, only the hottest guy on campus."

"Not just on campus, Carmella. He's totally hot, wherever he goes, whatever he does."

"Stace, I don't think he just wants to go out with you. I think he wants you for a girlfriend. You know?"

"Will you please shut up?" Stacy told them. But some of what they're saying is sort of true, too! Like Randy never does go after a girl that patiently... at least, I haven't heard of such! Oh, what am I thinking!

"It'll be fun, girl. Just imagine making out with him."

Stacy glared at them. Why do I love cheerleading so much? These girls are driving me crazy! She stamped her foot on the ground. "PRACTICE! NOW!"

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"What's with the big grin?" Randy Orton asked his best friend John Cena. John was acting strange, dropping his thug facial expressions and replacing it with a smile. Randy thought he looked good, only he didn't look like himself.

"Dawg. Guess who agreed to be my partner in drama class?"

"Huh!" Randy looked perplexed. "I thought you hated that thing."

John nodded. "Yeah, I did. I do. But we had to do the classic Romeo and Juliet crap, and I was about to fall off my chair in sleep, but Chris reminded me that my Juliet was right in the class with me."

Randy cracked up. "You! Romeo! Torrie will die laughing."

"I can act, okay? It's that easy. Speaking of Torrie, how'd it go with her best bud?"

"Aaahh. She still won't go out with me, for some weird reason. But I think I got through, because after I left her, she looked sort of confused and deep in thought. It's just a matter of time."

"Yeah, right."

"I'm the greatest guy within a thousand-mile radius, so there's no way she can resist me."

John shook his head. "No wonder she loves you so much. You are just so humble. But I'm behind you, dawg."

"Yeah? That's great. Good luck with your Romeo lines. You're going to have a nice time memorizing those."

"Oh, shit. I forgot I had to do that."

End of Chapter

A/N: There are some bits of John x Torrie stuff here, but I'm concentrating on the Randy x Stacy pairing. Maybe in the later chapters I can start bringing Torrie in. After all, she's Stacy's best friend here, too.

Chapter Three: I'm bringing in an OC, a girly, somewhat airhead English teacher who encourages the Randy-Stacy thing right in her class. So far, this is my favorite chapter. Randy does something surprising, and Stacy is caught in a very embarrassing situation…