Chapter 6: The Workout

"You sure you don't want to join me for a session on the weights?" Randy asked Matt, as he pulled his kit bag out of the trunk of his rental car.

"Not today man, I have a ton of other stuff to do. Thanks for the ride though." Matt replied.

"No probs. I'll catch up with you later no doubt."

Randy was at his wits end, he desperately wanted to see Molly but had no way of contacting her; they hadn't exchanged cell phone numbers and there was no reply when he had tried her hotel room earlier in the morning. As he changed into his workout gear, and stepped into the weights room at the local gym, he got a pleasant surprise.

There she was, in her sweat pants and a training top, working with a set of dumbbells. Molly was all on her lonesome by the looks of it, so he went over towards her, making sure she didn't see him. Once he was behind her, he put his hands over her eyes.

"Guess who?"

Startled, she nearly dropped the weights to the ground. "Randy?" Once he uncovered her eyes, she put the weights down carefully and turned to face him. The first thing that struck her attention was seeing his bare chest, he only had a pair of tracksuit bottoms on. She'd obviously seen him in the ring with nothing more than a pair of trunks and his boots on, but had never been up close and personal with him to admire him in all his glory.

"How is my princess on this fine day?" he asked amiably.

'Wow, I'm his princess?' Molly thought, feeling good about being referred to in that way. "I guess I'm doing good. How about you?"

"Never better Moll... never better." he responded. "You training alone?"

"Yeah, Trish left me in the lurch after our run this morning. Apparently she had forgotten that she had some errands to run, which was kind of convenient." she filled him in.

"It sounds it. Matt told me he had stuff to do too... Maybe they are setting us up!"

Molly considered what Randy had said, then thought back to her conversation with Trish in the diner. 'Hmm, not likely... Trish sure wasn't keen on the idea this morning...' She kept her musing to herself, preferring to chuckle and go along with it.

"Do you mind if I join you?" Randy asked.

"Of course not." Molly replied. She picked up the weights she had been using, and Randy picked up a set of his own; they proceeded to do their repetitions and chatted as they were doing so.

"I had a great time last night Moll." he told her, getting onto the issue that he had been itching to talk about all morning.

"Yeah, it was fun." she responded, with some hesitancy in her voice.

"You don't sound too sure about that?"

She paused, trying to think of a way round of conveying her true feelings. Despite how good she had felt when he had called her his princess, something just didn't feel right. She loved the idea of being close to somebody like Randy, but simply lacked the self confidence to ever believe it could work out.

"It's okay Moll, you can tell me." he informed her, glancing across and giving her a wink. She picked up on it, and decided he was right. She could tell him.

"Last night... it was too good to be true. I... I guess I'm having a hard time believing it's real." she poured her heart out.

"I understand."

"You do?"

"Of course... I mean, guys like me don't come along every day, do they?" he said in a self assured tone.

Molly sighed at his arrogance; even though he sort of had a point. "No they don't. It's not every day you meet an ego-maniac like you."

"Hey!" he shouted out.

"Are you denying it Randy?" she quizzed him. Randy felt awkward; she was right. 'Isn't she always right...'

"I thought as much." she carried on, as he failed to answer her question. The two finished off their sets and moved on to do the bench press. Randy offered to stand with Molly, in case she needed some assistance, which she sensibly accepted. Randy added some extra weight to each end, which prompted Molly to frown at him.

"What's that look for?" he inquired.

"Are you kidding me? I could press that in my sleep..." she retorted heatedly.

"You want more weight?" he came back, a little surprised by her statement. He had a vague idea that the girl was strong, but the amount of weight already on the bar was far more than he had ever seen any other woman attempt to press.

"I'll have you know that I am a record holder in my home state for the bench press. Of course, I wouldn't expect you to know that." she pointed out.

Randy chewed over what she was saying, as he added more weight to the bar. He could see remnants of how she was at the arena the day before; when she had introduced her knee to his golden globes. "I must admit... I didn't know that."

"That's enough." she said, signaling for Randy to stop adding weight. He lowered the bar for her, which she proceeded to press almost effortlessly. Randy just watched, as she made relatively light work of the bar he'd prepared for her. It had always been a dream of his to meet a sweet, good looking girl... who was strong and shared the same interest as him; wrestling. It was clear that he had some work to do to convince her that he was Mr. Right... but in his mind it was work that was well worth doing.

Randy slumped against the display on his exercise cycle, as he completed the last of the five miles Molly had challenged him to do. He was panting heavily and his muscles ached terribly; he wasn't used to cardio training like that.

"Well, well... Randy Orton isn't as perfect as he thinks he is." Molly said, as she neared the end of her own five mile cycle.

"What?" he gasped, trying to catch his breath.

"Look at you! Have you ever done a five mile ride before?" she teased.

"I'm fine... you've just caught me on a bad day." he lied, despite knowing that his weak excuses wouldn't wash with Molly. She was too astute for that.

"You are a piece of work..." Molly said, as she finished her ride, and with it her workout for the day. "If I let you hang around me long enough... maybe we can get you into shape."

"Is that an offer?" he came back.

"Maybe... how are you fixed tonight?" she put to him, in a spur of the moment fashion.

"Wait a minute... are you asking me out?" he replied, confused by her flip-flopping attitude. One minute she blew hot, the next she would blow cold; it was hard to keep up with.

"There's a football game in town... and seeing as Trish cannot stand football, I need somebody to go with. That's if you don't have anything better to do?"

"Football hey? You're full of surprises Ms. Holly... I think I can make room in my diary, for you." he answered cheerily.

"Okay. Hang on a second." she said, and walked off to find something to write with. She returned with a piece of paper and scribbled her cell phone number on it. "Let me know if you change your mind."

"I wouldn't dream of changing my mind. I will be there." he assured her. "What time is the game? I mean, do you want me to pick you up?"

"It kicks off at eight, so if you could pick me up from the hotel around half six, that would be great."

"Half six? I thought you said the game was in town?"

"It is..." She sighed as she spoke. "I like to soak up the atmosphere before the game... It's been a while since I've gone to one. What with us always being on the road and all that..."

"And partying with guys like me huh?" he butted in.

Molly shook her head, and left him to stroke his ego alone. "I'll see you later Randy." She hoped she wouldn't regret going against Trish's advice by giving him a chance to prove himself. Only time would tell if she was making the right decision or not...