Ch6

Authors Note: This weekend was amazing! I had such a great time! Anyways, thanks for the reviews and keep them coming!

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"Ici nous avons une jolie jeune dame! Chacun en ont un bon regard après elle avant qu'elle soit portée à la villa pour la cérémonie et elle des images!" A man said as he hoisted me up onto a float of sorts in the middle of the parade. Here we have a pretty young lady! Everyone get a good look at her before she is taken to the villa for the ceremony and her pictures!

"Just let me leave!" I screamed as some tears started to surface in my eyes. I tried to jump off the float but someone grabbed me. After about 15 more minutes on the float we came to a stop and someone led me into a building. They pushed me into a room and closed the door. I looked around and saw someone else in there with me. He was a man, around the same age as me, maybe a bit older. "What do you want with me! Just let me leave!"

"Pourquoi bonjour. Je Suis Maxism. Vous devez être la femme qu'ils ont choisi d'être la princesse du défilé. Nous sommes censés finir par nous connaître avant qu'ils reviennent. Mais vous ne savez pas le français, vous?" The man said with a sly smile on his face. Why hello. I'm Maxism. You must be the woman they chose to be the princess of the parade. We are supposed to get to know each other before they come back. But you don't know any French, do you?

"Look, I don't care who you are, but I need to leave. I have people waiting for me. Let me go find my friend, and I'll just leave you alone." I said as I got up and walked over to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Shit, what am I going to do? I sat back down on a chair and put my head in my hands and started to cry.

"L'aw, ne pleurent pas jolie dame. Je rendrai vous le sentir meilleur." The man said as he walked over to me and tried to pull me into a hug. I pulled away from him. Aw, don't cry pretty lady. I'll make you feel better.

"Get your disgusting, filthy hands off me!" I screamed as I back up into the corner of the room. The man walked over to me and tried to grab me and pull me our of my corner. Before he could touch me again I slapped him.

"Vous êtes feisty, n'est-ce pas?" The man said with a smirk as he touched the side of his face where I slapped him. "Le quiter que vous êtes, le plus rapide ceci sera." You're a feisty one, aren't you? The quiter you are, the faster this will be. He took another step towards me. I can't fight him off for long. He has over a foot in height advantage on me and probably a 150 plus pound advantage. It put it bluntly, I'm screwed.

"Randy!" I screamed as loud as I could. Maybe he could hear me. "Randy! Please help me!"

"Vous améliorez avez fermé votre bouche en ce moment vous putain de dix cents." The man said as he used his hand to cover my mouth. You better shut your mouth right now you ten cent whore. There was a knocking at the door. I bit the mans hand and he let out a yelp and retreated a few steps back.

"Help me!" I screamed out, hoping that the person on the other side of the door would offer me some assistance.

"Trish?" I heard from the other side of the door.

"Randy! I'm locked in here! And the man in here won't leave me-" I got out as the man forgot about his hand and came back over to me. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me over to him, so I was facing him. All the while there was pounding on the door. God, I hope Randy can knock down the door.

"Petit Prince Charming là-bas ne pourra pas toucher des cheveux sur votre joli petit chef, amoureux. La seule personne avec une clef est doyen, et il est dégagent dans le défilé." The man said as he glared at me. Little Prince Charming over there won't be able to touch a hair on your pretty little head, sweetheart. The only person with a key is Dean, and he is back off in the parade. There was more pounding on the door and it finally broke down.

"Randy! This guy is a psycho!" I said, thankful that Randy came. The man yanked me so I was now standing behind him and he was directly in front of Randy.

"Donnez-moi la fille." Randy said with rage in his eyes. Give me the girl.

"Pas aussi rapidement. Elle est la mienne." The man responded. I stood back in fright. The man was about the same size as Randy. I could already tell that this wouldn't be pretty. Not so fast. She is mine.

"Vous souhaitez, pal." Randy said as he stepped forward and punched the man. The man staggered a bit but regained his ground. You wish, pal.

"Est-ce que c'est tout que vous avez obtenu?" The man said as he rubbed his jaw where Randy's fist had just connected with it. Randy came forward and punched him again, this time knocking him down to the ground. Is that all you got?

"Are you alright?" Randy asked me.

"I am now." I said with a hint of a smile. "Thanks, Randy."

"Let's get out of here." Randy said as he reached for my hand.

"Good idea." I said as we walked out of the room and back onto the street. It was just as crowded as before.

"Here, let's go this way." Randy said as he led me behind the building and into a back alley. The sun was just setting, it was absolutely breathtaking.

"How do you know about this place?" I asked him.

"I came this way when I came to get you." He said as he suddenly let go of my hand. It felt so natural, I forgot that we were still holding hands.

"I see. I don't think that I've ever had an experience like this before." I said as I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly catching a draft.

"Like what?" He asked as he looked at me.

"Well on the way over here, we almost died on the plane, and now that we got here, some random people basically kidnapped me and was going to do who knows what with me. I can't say I've ever had that much life threatening situations in a span of 24 hours." I said as I rubbed my hands over my arms, hoping to warm them up a bit.

"Cold?" He asked me as the hotel now came into our sight.

"A bit." I responded as Randy came over to me and put his arm around me.

"That any better?" He asked me. I have to say, up to this point I had never thought much of Randy Orton. But after getting to be alone with Randy for the time that I have, my opinion of him has completely changed. He is a smart, caring, sweet man. Heck, you wouldn't be far off if you said I developed a bit of the crush on the man.

"Thanks, for everything Randy." I said as we strolled down the street together, nearing the hotel.

"For what?" He asked me, he almost sounded shocked.

"Well for one thing, you got tickets for us at the airport. Then you got a hotel room. And then you managed to rescue me from some creep. I'm not sure that anyone else would do that for me." I said sincerely. Sure, my guy friends would do almost anything for me, as I would for them. But none of them know French. Randy really saved the day with that one.

"Well, you're welcome I guess." He said not a moment later it started to rain. The moon was just rising now and the sun had completely set and some of the stars were appearing. I looked over at him and smiled.

"I love the rain." I said.

"Me too." He said with a smile as we reached the hotel. "Trish, I want to tell you something." He said as he pulled me in front of him and wrapped both of his arms around me. Rain was pouring down on both of us and we were both completely soaked. He leaned his face close into mine. Our lips were about to touch. Oh my god, Randy Orton was going to kiss me. This must be my lucky day. But before I knew it he pulled away and walked up the alley to the front of the hotel and I heard him let out a sigh.