Chapter 8: The Football Game

Under the presumption that she had Trish's approval to continue relations with Randy uninhibited, Molly had spent most of the afternoon looking forward to the football game. She was already excited about the prospect of seeing her local team in action, it was truly a bonus that they happened to be playing in the part of the world that her line of work had taken her. She could only recall it happening once or twice during her wrestling career.

She wore her replica Minnesota jersey with pride, it felt good to wear something that reminded her of home. It was a relief to be able to dress down too; since the management had demanded that all workers in the WWE had to dress in smart casual business wear on the job, in order to look professional. Molly hated that, she much preferred to wear baggy clothing whenever possible, for the simple fact that it was far more comfortable. When she saw Randy emerge from his rental car, she realized that the dress code obviously didn't affect him at all.

"Randy… you look great…" she stated hesitantly, when she saw him dressed up in yet another smart suit. He must have had a wardrobe full of them. "You do remember that I said we were going to a football game?" She chuckled heartily as Randy noticed how dressed down she was, and knew he had cocked up.

"I'm going to look stupid aren't I?" he admitted, knowing full well what the gist of her answer would be.

"Let's just say, you would fit in perfectly at the theatre… At the football stadium, maybe not." she replied, her voice sloping off as she tried valiantly to refrain from putting him off. "You can always go back to your room and change if you want?"

"I'll be fine." he said with assurance. It was shaping up to be a cold night however, which meant he was most likely going to regret not having a thick jumper and a pair of jeans on. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind as he had been getting ready earlier; thoughts of Molly had totally preoccupied his thinking.

As Randy led Molly to his car, he passed a comment off about her choice of attire. "You know something Molly, that look really suits you."

"You think?" she asked, surprised by his acknowledgment.

"Definitely." he answered surely and decisively, holding the passenger side door open for her to climb in. At that time, they were both immensely looking forward to the evening ahead…

Randy's enthusiasm had lasted until around kick-off time; he was regretting not going back to his room and changing into more appropriate clothing for the occasion. A biting cold wind was sweeping around the immense stadium they were seated in, and his suit wasn't offering much protection against it. Meantime, Molly was happily munching away on popcorn and sipping from her soft drink; she was really into the match in progress and hadn't noticed how much Randy was suffering.

"Come on… yes… yes… yes!!!" she screamed euphorically, as Minnesota completed a drive successfully for another touchdown. "Did you see that Randy?"

Randy didn't hear her question, such was the state he was in. He was just focusing on surviving until the end of the match.

"Randy?" Molly said again, maintaining her focus on the celebrations of the Minnesota players. "Randy?" Eventually she figured something was up and turned to face him. "I said did you…" she began, until she saw the poor guy trembling thanks to conditions which resembled those usually found in winter.

"Huh?" That was the only speech he could manage, as his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

"Randy Orton… I told you to go back and change, but oh no…" she said harshly, noting that her hard line approach was not having any impression on him at all. She sat down on her seat and shuffled across to get as close as she could to him. Once she was right alongside, she leant over, put her arm around his shoulder, and hugged him; she was trying to transfer as much of her body heat over to him as she could. It has no effect, as he didn't respond to her gesture at all. 'Hmm, I better come up with a better plan, otherwise Randy is going to be an icicle by the end of this game…' she concluded.

"Wait here for a minute Randy." she said, not that he could do anything else anyway. She tiptoed past other patrons in the seats next to theirs and made her way to one of the exits. She was hoping to find a member of staff who could donate her some warm clothing that would fit Randy.

She hurried around the walkways situated beneath the seating of the stadium, searching desperately for anybody who could help. Just when she thought she was fighting a losing battle, her attention was grabbed by a young janitor sweeping the floor. He was quite a tall guy, and was wearing a scruffy pair of green pants, a thick black coat and a baseball cap.

"Excuse me Miss…" he said timidly. He looked absolutely petrified.

"Hello." Molly replied with a smile on her face. She sensed he was nervous, so she went right over to him and tried to set him at ease. "Can I help you?" she said gently.

"You look familiar…" he pointed out awkwardly, unnerved by the close proximity of the brunette; not to mention her piercing eye contact.

Molly eyes scanned from side to side, as she tried to figure out where he was coming from. 'I've never seen this young man before… Wait a minute… Perhaps he's seen me on TV!'

"Are you a wrestling fan by any chance?" Molly inquired, to which the young man's eyes lit up. A big grin appeared on his face, as Molly's question confirmed that he did recognize her.

"Molly Holly?" he asked.

"That's me!" she responded merrily. She held out her hand, offering to shake his. He gratefully accepted, and shook her hand vigorously. Molly's mind was working overtime, as the star struck kid let go of her hand. She couldn't help but notice that he was about the same height as Randy, and the jacket he wore looked like it offered plentiful warmth. 'It's worth a try…'

"You might be able to help me actually." she said, hopefulness ingrained in her voice.

"Anything Miss Holly… anything!" he replied, eager to assist.

"You see, I brought a friend of mine along to the game… Trouble is, he forgot to bring a coat and seeing as it is pretty cold out there tonight… Do you think I could possibly borrow yours?" she asked. She felt terrible about making such a cheeky request, but it was all she could think of in a time of desperation.

Without hesitation, the janitor whipped the coat off his back and handed it to her. "There you go Miss!" He only had a thin green t-shirt on underneath, but didn't seem too perturbed about it.

Molly was thrilled by his kind and thoughtful act. "You are a star, you have no idea how much this means to me… and my friend in need."

"No problem." he said humbly, feeling coy about the praise she had showered on him. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Sure, fire away." Molly agreed.

"Is your friend another wrestler?"

She beamed a big smile, at the thought of who was with her. "Yes he is… have you heard of Randy Orton?"

The kid looked like he died and gone to heaven, he was gob smacked by her reply. "No way… you are here with the Legend Killer?!" he asked feverishly.

Molly nodded, amused by his frenetic response. It was obvious that she had just made somebody's day.

"You've gotta be kidding me… Randy Orton is at this ball game?"

"That's right." she replied. An idea popped into her head. "I tell you what, if you come back here at the end of the game and wait in this exact spot, I'll get Randy to come and meet you… and we can return your coat to you. How does that sound?"

"Yes please!" he replied in the affirmative.

Molly tucked the coat under her arm, and shook his hand one more time. "Thanks, we owe you one…" she started, pausing when she became conscious of the fact she didn't know the young mans name.

"Jacob!" he enlightened her.

"Well Jacob… I guess Randy and I will see you at the end of the game. Thank you once again…" Molly signed off, waving as she left to return to her seat. She was indebted to the considerate lad who had just potentially saved Randy from a nasty bout of pneumonia.