"Man, it feels just like last week we just moved in this place." John looked around at the almost empty penthouse.
"We can always come back here, you know, to visit Jeanine." Trish said.
"True." Randy and Nikki said.
"Well, looks like this is going to be the last time we step in and out of this place knowing it belongs to us." Nikki sniffled.
"Ok, so it's set. We're to stay at the Plaza hotel until, well, it's time for us to leave." Randy looked at the paperwork.
"I'm—" Nikki spotted Randy. "Orton and I are set to leave on March 17."
"Well, this place is going to be under house keeping until we hand over the keys to Jeanine." John said.
The all nodded.
"Well, let's go." Trish walked out the door.
John followed her. Randy turned to walk, but Nikki had stayed put where she was standing.
"You coming or you still want to reminisce?" Randy asked.
Nikki shook her head. "Naw, it's all right. I think I'm done reminiscing. Reminds me too many memories." Nikki grabbed her Louis Vuitton luggage and followed Randy out of the penthouse.
"I'm gonna miss you buddy." Randy turned off the lights.
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The Next Morning…
Trish walked in Nikki and Randy's suite. She found them both on separate beds. She sat down on Randy's bed and whacked him with one of his pillows.
"Hey woman! What the hell!" Randy said.
"Why the hell are you two on separate beds?" Trish asked.
"Because we want to, woman." Randy replied smugly.
"Why are you and the Vanilla Ice wannabe over there like to call me woman?" Trish asked.
"Only because it's true." Randy smiled.
Trish whacked him again. "Shut up."
"Ow!" Randy screamed.
Nikki looked over at Randy's bed. "What? Does that pillow have rocks in it?"
"No…" Randy said.
Trish laughed sarcastically. "Well, I have an appointment with the wedding planner, Nikki, you coming?"
Nikki sat up. "Huh? I didn't know I was going."
"She never invited you…" Randy whispered.
Nikki and Trish threw pillows at him.
"Well she's invited now you smart-ass." Trish said.
"Yeah. Just let me get my coat and keys." Nikki got up to go to the closet.
"Hey, come with us." Trish punched Randy.
"Why? I hate bridal shopping." Randy remarked.
Trish crossed her arms. "Have you even been to one?"
Randy looked up at her. "No…"
Trish whacked a pillow at him. "Get up."
Randy got up and put on his shoes.
Nikki walked back from the bathroom. "Great… he's coming?"
Randy looked up. "You have a problem with that woman?"
Nikki smiled down at him. "No, because you're driving." Nikki dropped the keys between Randy's shoes.
"Perfect…" Randy picked up the keys and grabbed a jacket. Randy smiled. Oh… I love that girl. Randy followed them outside. He locked the door. "Is John coming?"
Trish shook her head. "He took Pixie for a walk."
"Where? He never asked me." Nikki said.
"I betcha he dropped her off at the doggy spa downstairs." Trish laughed. "He's probably at the breakfast buffet downstairs."
"There's a buffet at the Plaza?" Randy asked as they got into the elevator.
"Yeah. Never underestimate the Plaza my dear boy." Nikki pushed the button.
Once they got off the elevator, they found John across the room with a huge platter of cocktail snacks. The three walked up to him. Nikki and Randy started laughing.
Trish grabbed the platter. "What the hell are you doing?"
"The manager thought I was a server, so he handed me this platter before I told him I wasn't. But then hey, a wrestler must eat! So I figured, I'll just take it and eat it myself. Then take it back to get some more. Pretend I'm a fast server." John munched on a cheese ball.
"If the manager finds out you're a visitor, we could get kicked out of here!" Trish whispered loudly.
Randy and Nikki were cracking up. Trish whacked them both. They immediately stopped laughing and went outside.
"Get back to the room before we get kicked out of here." Trish demanded.
"No way. The food is delicious!" John ate a chunk of watermelon.
"Where's Pixie?" Trish asked.
"At the doggy spa." John pointed to his head. "I got this all figured out."
Trish shoved John's finger into his forehead. "Get the damn dog back and get upstairs."
"Ow…" John rubbed his forehead. "I paid a whole day for that dog!"
"Well then too bad!" Trish yelled.
"Ugh. Fine. I'll get the damn dog and go back upstairs." John walked away and dropped the platter at a customer's table. The customers seemed satisfied with what they got.
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Later that Day…
"So Miss Stratus, your motif is pink, setting will be in Maui, and you have your bridesmaids picked out." The wedding planner said.
"Hey Trish, shouldn't your fiancé be here with you to plan this out?" Nikki whispered.
"He said he doesn't have time. So I can do all the planning myself. Except the things he has to do… you know, he does." Trish whispered back.
"Miss Stratus? Can you please tell me who your maid of honor will be?" The wedding planner asked.
Trish began, "Well, of course my maid of honor will be Nikki—"
"Sorry to interrupt, but I need full name. You know, for the invitations." The wedding planner said.
"All right. Maid of Honor," Trish paused. "Hey Nikki, what do you want your name to be?"
Nikki thought about it for a moment. "Nicole M. Keibler."
"All right. Maid of Honor: Nicole M. Keibler." Trish stated.
"Nicole… M… Keibler?" The wedding planner exclaimed.
Trish, Randy and Nikki jumped back.
"Sorry to scare you, but Nikki Keibler?" the wedding planner asked.
"Yes." Nikki nodded.
"You were the girl that was engaged to Prince William!" the wedding planner exclaimed.
Nikki cupped her head into her hands. Randy patted her back.
"Umm… That wasn't a real engagement." Trish defended.
"Oh. Really? Too bad, that Prince is one hunk." The wedding planner gazed.
"He's a big jerk though…" Randy whispered.
"What?" the wedding planner asked.
"Nothing." Nikki replied for him. She just smiled at him.
"All right then! Now we have the whole entourage set aside, I would like to talk about the outfits…" The wedding planner began rambling on to Trish about wedding gowns, bridesmaids' dresses, tuxedos, etc. She even handed her a bridal magazine to get some ideas for her wedding.
Nikki leaned on Randy's shoulder. "Today is going to be a long day…" Nikki whispered.
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March 17…"Well, so you're all set. Everything's being shipped to Connecticut, and you're LEAVING!" Trish began sobbing.
"Don't cry Damnit... you're embarrassing the poor boys over here." Nikki patted her on the back. She spotted John and Randy hiding themselves behind the luggage cart.
Trish wiped her tears. "Friends 'til death, right?"
Tears began to run down Nikki's cheek. "Yes. Forever, even after we die." She gave her a warm, friendly hug.
"Oh quit the drama-mama, we're all gonna jam at WrestleMania weekend anyway." John scoffed.
Nikki wiped her tears and straightened out her shirt. "Right, everyone's staying at my 'rents pad."
Randy ran over. "WHAT! Did I hear that correctly? We're all staying at Nikki's house!"
John put a hand up at Randy's face. "Uh, correction my good man. Her parents' house. Respect to her tightness parents."
Randy rolled his eyes. He checked his watch. "We gotta go Nikki, flight's in 15 minutes."
Nikki waved at her chauffer and he began importing Nikki and Randy's bags into the limousine trunk. "We gotta go," She gave Trish and John a tight hug. "See you ducks in a couple of weeks. Keep in touch." Nikki inhaled and grabbed her briefcase. "Come on moron."
Randy gave Trish a hug. Trish whispered in his ear, "Good going, Randy! You got a condo with her, practically living together. Now all you must do is make that stupid ass move, not the one where you ask her out, but romance her, sweep her off her feet. Just don't overdo it. She's not that romantic, so it takes a man to romance for her. Who knows? By WrestleMania weekend you two will be the hottest hookup in Malibu, the hottest couple dare I say?"
Randy released her and grinned. He turned to John as if to hug him. John refused. "Brothas' don't hug, they—" John put his arm around Randy's neck, pretending to strangle him. "—Strangle each other until one says I give up." John laughed and released his hold. "Kidding. Take care of my lil' shis' 'kay?"
Randy held his neck. "Yeah. Just promise you won't do that again. You got the arms of Zeus man."
John laughed. He put his arm around Trish and they both waved goodbye. Randy caught up to Nikki and they looked back. They waved back as well. Randy tried to put his arm around Nikki.
Nikki removed his arm from her shoulder. "I don't need an accessory, I think I've got enough."
Randy smiled. The chauffer opened the limo door and the two hopped inside, on their way to a new place in Connecticut.
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The Following Day…
Randy woke up in the hotel room, dazed. He looked at the bed next to him, finding nothing but a fixed bed and a note on top of it. He grabbed the note, and with it was a car key.
Orton…
Went to the WWE Headquarters for my semi-first-day. Be back at 5.
My Lamborghini arrived this morning. Feel free to cruise around the city with it. Just don't do anything crazy or whatever, or Imma personally kill you.
Kidding. Just take some time off.
The condo is fully ready to move in now. The keys are attached. There's 3 rooms. The room that has the bathroom with the rain shower head is mine. Then you can pick one out of the other two rooms. And a favor to ask, can you please just bring my stuff over? The movers should be moving the things in by lunch. Take control of it will you?
BTW… Maybe you could pick some things up for the condo? On second thought… Never mind. You have insipid taste.
We'll go out for dinner when I get back. I don't know where yet. You find where.
I'll meet you at the condo.
-- Nikki.
PS… I know what you're thinking, but don't bother.
Randy laughed. "Okay… I'm not going to go there… Today." Randy grabbed the keys. He stared at it for a few moments. He smiled and dressed up and headed out the door with all their things.
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"What the hell is this? I didn't ask for that fuckin' ugly piece of shit! I asked for a fuckin' new computer! And this isn't what I wanted. OUT!" Vince McMahon yelled at his assistant.
His assistant ran out the room terrified.
Nikki was seated across from Mr. McMahon's desk. She got up. "Um, Mr. McMahon sir, aren't you being a little too harsh on her. I mean, you're sounding really mean at the moment."
Vince sighed. "Nikki, you can't control a big company like this without attitude. You need to rule with an iron fist, if you don't, they won't listen to you."
Nikki shook her head. "I agree with "ruling with an iron fist", but the way you sounded was just too harsh."
Vince sighed again. "Well, whatever the matter is, you'll do great, I know it. You just need to get used to it. Now—"
"Nikki!" Stephanie McMahon ran into the room and greeted Nikki.
Nikki hugged her back. "How you doing?"
Vince sighed. "Perfect." He muttered.
Stephanie growled at her father and went on. "I'm great! You know, you're my boss now! Man, I never thought anyone almost 10 years younger than me would ever be my boss." Stephanie went on to admire Nikki's outfit. "Oh my goodness! Your outfit is just fabulous! The Prada briefcase, those Jimmy Choos', that fabulous Abercrombie & Fitch black skirt, that super cute Banana Republic white Polo shirt, and oh my god! That super cute black vest!" Stephanie paused to take a breath. "You fashion crazed lady! You look fabulous! I thought Nikki Keibler doesn't wear skirts."
Nikki laughed. "Damn, I can't believe you got all those designers right. And yes, you're right, Nikki Keibler never wears skirts or dresses. But Nicole M. Keibler, she wears skirts and dresses if she has to."
Stephanie laughed. "Perfect! Come on, let's go see your new BIG office!" Stephanie led Nikki out of the room, giggling.
Stephanie led her to a room 4 doors down from Vince's office room. "Well, this is your office. New computer, new desk, almost new everything. Except the files of course."
Nikki walked around the room. She smiled sheepishly at Stephanie.
"Something wrong?" Stephanie asked.
"You don't mind of I decorate this room a bit, don't you?" Nikki asked.
"No, I don't mind. After all, it's yours now." Stephanie replied.
Nikki smiled and looked out her office window. "Wow, I get a view of the bay from here?"
Stephanie nodded. "You know, I think you're the spiciness and funk this office needed."
Nikki laughed. "You think?"
Stephanie nodded. "Well of course!"
Nikki sat down on the chair and stared at the computer. "By the way, what am I suppose to say when I answer the phone?"
"Oh! I knew I forgot to tell you something, or my dad forgot to tell you something. I mean, Mr. McMahon. Say anything else polite you would like to say, and then say your name. For example, I say, 'Good morning, Stephanie McMahon. How may I help you?' Like that." Stephanie stated.
Nikki smiled flatly. "Sounds a little… Boring. Seems like you're like at those Starbucks places you know. Laugh out loud."
Stephanie smiled. "And also, you need to hire your own assistant. You can have up to two assistants, but only one is really needed. WWE, of course, pays for them, but you are to hire them." Stephanie went to walk out the door, but turned back, as if she forgot to say something. "And also, we're approaching WrestleMania week, being held, ironically near your hometown. Just to let you know, you are in charge of everything that goes on during that week. Superstars' rooms have been booked, events scheduled, and everything else. All you need to do is take charge of them and make sure everything runs smoothly. Good luck." Stephanie left the room and shut the door.
Nikki leaned back in her chair. She picked up the phone receiver and phone Human Resources. "Hi, Nikki Keibler, yes, um, can you put an open listing for the position as my assistant? I need one ASAP. Yes, interviewed by me. Thank you." She ended the call.
She looked at the clock on her desk. "This is going to be a long day…" She faced her computer and began work on her first day on the job.
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Randy entered the condo, walking in to Nikki's room, to find Nikki laid out on top of her bed, still in office clothes. Randy sat at the end of the bed.
Nikki wiped her eyes. "Hey, you're back."
Randy nodded. "Yeah. I went shopping if you don't mind."
Nikki shook her head. "I don't mind, it's your money anyway."
Randy laughed. "You nutcase." He punched her playfully on the leg.
"You ass." Nikki punched him back on the arm.
Randy leaned back to lay on the bed with his feet hanging off the end of the bed. "We still going for dinner?"
Nikki nodded. "Yes, just let me freshen up." She got up and headed for the bathroom.
"Why? You're beautiful enough already." Randy complimented.
Nikki looked back. "Thanks." She smiled.
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"Ugh. I hate being a vegetarian now." Nikki scowled as she looked at the menu.
"Then quit." Randy replied.
"No, I want to save those poor animals. Getting slaughtered to satisfy our hunger." Nikki said.
"Well, it's not like you can save every animal." Randy said.
"I can help. You're clearly on the non-vegan side. Hella defending it." Nikki said.
Randy folded the menu. "Then I'll order for you."
Nikki shook her head. "No thanks, I think I'll just get the Cesar salad."
Randy sighed. "We're at a fancy restaurant, come on. Just get something a little more reasonable."
Nikki leaned in. "Excuse me, I'm the one who's paying for this anyway."
Randy shook his head. "No, I am. Period."
Nikki sighed. "Fine."
A waiter cam by to take their orders, and then left.
Randy took a sip of his wine. "What is going to happen during WrestleMania week this year?"
"Other than the fact you have your ass caught up in this whole controversy with the Undertaker, you're just going to have to wait and see." Nikki replied.
"Um, but we are still staying over at your parents' place right?" Randy asked.
Nikki nodded. "Yes, and I can't wait." Nikki said sarcastically.
The waiter came by and dropped off their food.
Randy paused to think. "You know, I've been split with your sister since December now, and I still don't get why Stephanie is still making us two a couple on screen."
"Because she can't end that storyline right away just because you two ended. But I know she'll come up with something juicy. She'll pull through." Nikki replied.
Randy paid for the tab and the two left the restaurant.
"Seems like you don't want to go home to Malibu. Who would not want to go home there?" Randy asked as they stepped into the car.
"People who don't live there. Besides, WrestleMania weeks is just right around the corner from my birthday, which means dear Father will be stopping by to pay me a visit." Nikki said.
"How does he know you'll be in town?" Randy asked as he sped off back to the condo.
"I told him. Well, I askedmom if I could stay over, and you and John as well. And she told Father about it." Nikki answered.
"What about Trish?" Randy asked.
"She has to have some time to spend with her family. She's staying over at her parents' house for the week." Nikki answered.
"...And Stacy?" Randy asked hesitantly.
"She'll be home too." Nikki asnwered. "What's with all these questions? Goodness you ask too many of them."
"'Cuz I'm Mr. Interrogative." Randy said suavely.
Nikki laughed. "You are so damn corny."
Shit... Stacy is gonna be there. I wonder how that's gonna go down. Randy thought, with a feeling of trouble lingering around his mind.