Chapter 13: Another Event... Done
Triple H got up, looking very angry, and pulled Chris up by his hair. Triple H stuck Chris's head between his thighs, and did a Pedigree. Stephanie cheered and Randy sighed with relief. He didn't want to get in trouble with Hunter if he lost that match.
"1 - 2 - 3!" The crowd chanted as the referee threw in the 3 count.
"Here is your winner... TRIPLE H!" Lillian roared over the crowd.
Stephaniehopped into the ring and kissed her boyfriend. Randy stood ringside aplauding Triple H. Then when Triple H stepped out of the ring, Triple H gave Randy a hug. He whispered a thank you to Randy, and the 3 walked back with smiling faces. Randy greeted farewell to Hunter and Stephanie, as they might want some private time in the locker room... So Randy just grabbed his stuff and moved to Nikki and Trish's locker room.
Randy walked in the locker room, and Trish saw that he had all his stuff with him. Trish took this moment as a time to act. "Hey hey hey mister, you're not going to change here." Trish spread her arms preventing him to walk no more that 2 feet from the door.
Nikki walked out of the bathroom, who was already dressed in her civilian outfit, and saw Trish struggling with Randy.
"Little help here miss diva?" Trish told Nikki, who came over to help...
"Trish, let him change. We're both done anyway." Nikki scooted Trish's arm over so that Randy could walk through.
"Thank you Nikki." Nikki grinned his grin at Nikki.
"Why'd you let him pass? This is a diva's locker room, and now it's infected with horny's germs." Trish groaned and hooked on her earrings.
"Quit your whining Trish, let it be." Nikki smacked on a thin layer of lip balm.
"Why do you people keep calling me horny?" Randy yelled from the bathroom, over the running faucet.
Trish and Nikki snickered.
"And why do people laugh everytime I introduce myself? Especially in England." Randy added to his question.
Trish yelled over back to Randy. "Do you know what "Randy" means?"
Randy answered back. "In what language?"
Nikki stepped in for Trish. "In British you fool."
"What's British?" Randy turned off the faucet so that they wouldn't have to yell.
"BRITISH PEOPLE ARE PEOPLE FROM ENGLAND YOUR FUCKIN MORON!" Trish yelled, even though the faucet was already turned off.
"OK GEEEEZ MY BAD PRINCESS!" Randy pretended to say sorry to Trish.
"Quit quarreling. I'm sick of it. Anyway, Randy means..." Nikki trailed off, muttering the rest under her breath.
Randy walked out of the bathroom."Means what?"
"Horny. That explains whyin London, when I tried to introduce you, they'd all just ended up laughing. Yeah, lets all say Orton makes me randy now huh?" Nikki applied on lip gloss.
"Damn. Hey, I thought you don'tput on makeup." Randy spotted Nikki applying lip gloss to her plump lip.
"Imay be no girly-girl, but I'm no guy either." Nikki barked back at Randy.
"OK, GEEZ sorry." Randy apologized.
"Hey fuckers! Ride's outside! We're going to party!" John informed them as he walked by every locker room.
"Party? What party?" Randy was puzzled.
"After every pay-per-view, every assigned wrestler who participated in the event is invited to go party a the hotest club in town. Winners or losers, doesn't matter, just matters whether you come or not." Nikki grabbed her Louis Vuitton shoulder bag and luggage.
"But I didn't have a match." Randy worried. He didn't want to be left alone while everyone else partied.
"She didn't say you had to have had a match Randy, you had to have at least participated in the event. God, you're one dumbass." Trish left the room and headed out the arena.
Nikkiheaded out but stopped to lookat Randy. "You coming?"
Randy quickly packed his stuff. "HELL YES!"
Nikki laughed and waited for Randy to finish packing, then they headed out of the arena as well, following Trish.
"Oh, and by the way, I don't wantdeja vu to happen at the club." Nikki loaded her luggage into the limousine.
"What deja vu?" Randy asked.
"Remember? Last year at SoBe?" Nikki reminded him of the nasty fight, and the black eye he had to live with fora month.
"I'll be careful this time."Randy smiled at Nikki.
Nikki looked at him. "You smile too much... And it creeps me out." Nikki went inside the car.
Great... I creep her out. Randy looked at the mirror before he closed the trunk. Is my smile really creepy?
Randy joined them inside the car.
Inside the car was a cluster of WWE wrestlers, approxiamtely 9 of them numerous that pitched in the PPV. Randy was super excited to be partying with the fellas, he couldn't wait. Though he had to keep in mind that he shold try and stay out of trouble.
"No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my Boo
Boy, you know I'm crazy over you
No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my Boo
You know I'm crazy over you" Trish and Nikki were singing to the song that was blasted up on the radio.
John had started to rap the parts, and Randy felt like and outcast. He didn't favore much of hip hop, he was more of a rock type of person, though he just sat and listened like everyone else to the 3 perform the song. When they finished singing the song, everyone complimented them, and Randy still felt like an outcast.
"Laugh out loud, this is fun!" Nikki started singing to the next song as well.
When they had gotten to the club, everyone headed straight to the dance floor. Everyone started dancing to the beat, and Nikki had started to dance with John. Randy looked at them, he was jealous.
They better not be freak dancing or I'm going to be all over the place. Randy thought.
Randy looked everywhere for someone to dance with. Instead, all he saw was his fellow co-workers dancing with their loved ones or dancing with someone else. Randy was so desperate to find someone to dance with, that he didn't even know someone had came up behind him, asking him to dance with her.
"Hey dope. Wanna dance? You seem a little desperate." The girl asked Randy.
"Huh? Oh, sure Nikki. Thanks." Randy felt special to know that Nikki had asked him to dance. He's dancing with her, right now, and he started to sweat with shyness.
After dancing for somewhat 5 minutes, the DJ up front had asked if anyone wanted to play a song. Stephanie had requested a slow song, and then everyone started to slow down to pick up the beat of the song.
"OK... Slow songs, are SO not me. Sorry..." Nikki inshced her way out of the dance floor, leaving Randy feeling heartbroken.
"Good thing these people serve light drinks, I don't want whatever happened when I wasn't there to happen again. I have to look at John day and night, and I don't want to see some dorky black eye thing on his face." Trish squeemed at the thought of John's face.
"Chill, I'm sure it won't happen." Nikki paused. "I hope." She murmured.
"What?" Trish asked at a loud voice, the music was so loud.
"Nothing!" Nikki replied.
Randy walked over to where Nikki and Trish had been chatting.
"WAZZUP! AREN'T I COOL OR WHAT!" Randy tried to act gangster.
"Well, you were until you said that." Nikki smiled at Randy, trying not to laugh.
"Oh gee Randy, GET A LIFE!" Trish replied to Randy.
"I already have one. Maybe you should be the one to get a life." Randy barked back at Trish.
"Cool! A life? Where can I get one of those from?" Trish sarcastically asked.
"eBay." Randy replied.
Nikki laughed so hard, she had to squeeze her abdomen.
John came over to join the laughter. "What happened yo?"
Nikki tried to stop laughing. "Great, this is exactly what we need, another wannabe gangster."
"What!" John asked and waved his arms everywhere.
Randy and Trish snickered a bit.
"No, I take that back. A VANILLA ICE wannabe." Nikki corrected her lame pun.
By then, Trish and Randy had been laughing their asses off.
"I love you for that Nikki, I really do." John snobbed Nikki and left them at their spot.
"And I love you more." A man came up and said.