Thanks for all the reviews. Here's Chapter 3 I hope you enjoy it.


Chapter 3 : Trainers, Ice and Massages.


Randy Orton walked back through the curtain, listening to the still roaring crowds celebrating the return of The Undertaker, and walked over to the Trainers room. Sitting in the room were a few of the other superstars who had different bumps and knocks from their respective matches, Randy moved past them and walked to the girl sitting in the far left hand corner getting her ankle taped by one of the Trainers.

"A little tighter, oh for sobbing out loud tape it properly – oh hey Randy."

"Hey Jen, your ankle hurting?" he asked looking concerned.

"No of course it's not. I'm just getting it taped because I like sitting on this bench, d'ya know it's surprising comfy," she sarcastically smiled.

"Hey now hang on," he laughed, "Don't get your panties in a bunch."

Jennifer had had a match right before the Survivor Series Elimination match. Her and Christy Hemme for SmackDown against Victoria and Candice Michelle representing RAW.

"I landed funny when I came of the rope, but what about you? Is it your shoulder again?"

"Isn't it always my shoulder?" Randy said bitterly.

"You looked a little in pain from about 10 minutes in, I was watching on the monitor," she said gesturing her hand to the screen.

"It'll be alright, probably just needs a little rest."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she said to the trainer still attempting to do her ankle, "check his shoulder."

Randy frowned as the trainer moved from her and sat Randy down to begin inspecting his shoulder.

"What's got you so grouchy?" he asked Jenni.

"Nothing," she said stubbornly.

"Come on Jenni, what's up?" he persisted.

"Someone thought they'd surprise you." Jennifer said irritably.

"What do you –?"

"Randy!"

His head whipped around so fast it hurt his neck. What was she doing here?

"Sam, hi. What are you doing here?"

"Well I thought I'd surprise you of course. Elaine told me she was coming here to spend a little more time with Bob so I thought, well I'll tag along and come see my fiancé, I know how lonely you must get on the road with no one interesting to talk to."

"What do you mean no one interesting," he asked noticing the angry look on his best friends face. "I've got Jenni and I've got my dad, not to mention all the other guys."

"Well yeah but, It's not the same as having me here is it?"

"Err…well no I guess not. But babe I'm really busy on the road so I don't have much time to spare entertaining you."

"Your shoulder just needs some ice," the trainer said before moving back to Jennifer's ankle.

"What so you don't want me here?" Samantha exclaimed angrily.

Her not-so-quiet anger caused the rest of the room along with a newly arrived Elaine and Bob turn and silently stare, waiting for what would happen next.

"Sam, that's not what I said. I just meant that –"

"I know what you just meant! You just meant that you would rather spend time with your workout buddy's and with your dad and with that stupid bitch," she said gesturing towards Jennifer.

"Who the hell are you calling a stupid bitch!"

"Well Jennifer if you don't know then you're even more stupid than I thought."

"Ladies now isn't the time for this." Bob said, sensing that a fight was going erupt.

"No. Come on, if Sam has something to say to me let her say it." Jenni said defiantly.

"Jenni please," Randy pleaded looking around the room. "Not here."

She looked over at Randy and could tell by the look in is eyes that this argument was one he really didn't want happening, especially not with so many people watching.

Her gaze shifted from Randy to Elaine and Bob, whom she noticed had positioned themselves closer to her, probably to restrain her in case it got physical she guessed.

"I'm going back to the hotel, I'll see you later," she said walking to the door with a slight limp on the ankle that the trainer didn't finish.

"Jenni…" Randy said.

"It's fine Randy. I'll see you later."

As she walked out the room remained silent. Randy was looking down at the floor, not trusting himself to say anything to Sam. Sam was staring at Randy trying to get him to look at her, a slight smirk on her face because she had won the argument. Elaine and Bob looked at each other not knowing what to say and the other superstars were torn between feeling awkward about what they just witnessed and feeling slightly saddened that they hadn't gotten to witness a fight.

"Come on," Elaine said finally finding her voice. "Let's get out of here."

The car journey to the hotel was uncomfortable. Bob was driving, Elaine sitting next to him trying to make conversation to relieve the atmosphere that had taken over the vehicle. Samantha was still trying to get Randy to make eye contact with her and for the third time put her hand on his knee. For the third time Randy pushed the hand off of his knee and continued to stare out of the window.

"We're here." Bob said while Randy wordlessly grabbed his suitcase walked in.

He walked to the hotel room and went straight into thebathroom to have a shower, being careful about locking the door behind him. After his shower he towelled himself dry and threw on some boxers and a t-shirt.

He walked into the bedroom and lay down on his side in bed ignoring Sam.

"Oh come on baby don't still be angry because of what happened at the arena."

"Goodnight Sam." Randy said coldly.

"Baby?" Sam said but he ignored her. "Baby?" she said again. When he once again ignored her she put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him onto his back.

"OW!" Randy screamed clutching his shoulder.

"What's the matter?"

"My shoulder," he said through gritted teeth as he sat up.

"Oh baby I'm sorry," she said seemingly happy that he was talking again. "Lay down, I'll get you some tablets."

"Don't bother," he said flinching when she laid her arm on him. "I'll get them."

He opened his suitcase, found his painkillers and took two. He pulled some track pants out from underneath his wrestling gear and put them on.

"Where are you going?"

"To get some ice, you wait here." Randy said grabbing the bucket near the bed and moving out of the room without waiting for her to speak.


Where the HELL is the ice cabinet in this God forsaken hotel?

After wandering the halls for ten minutes holding his throbbing shoulder Randy was more than a little pissed, just when he was considering going to the hotel reception to ask where it was a voice around the corner from where he currently was drew him out of his thoughts.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!"

"Jenni?"

"Randy, hi. How's your shoulder?" Jenni said with a smile which didn't reach her eyes.

"Not too good, I was looking for ice." Randy said looking at what Jenni was wearing. She was clearly dressed for bed. She had on a red silk dressing gown that was loosely tied and Randy could see underneath it was a red nightdress, neither of which was longer than mid-thigh.

"Oh well you have come to the right place then haven't ya?" she said gesturing to the ice machine that she was standing in front of.

"Hmm." Randy asked stupidly.

"Ice. You're in need of ice. This is an ice machine." Jennifer spoke as if explaining something to a child.

"What...? Oh yeah ice, right," he stammered dragging his eyes away from her nightwear to the ice machine and tried to ignore the feeling in the pit of his stomach. This again confused him, he had seen her wearing this kind of thing before but for some reason now it made an impact on him.

"So what about you then," he asked while fumbling with his ice bucket, "how's your ankle?"

"Not so bad, I was just getting some ice so it doesn't swell. But now I kinda need it for my foot." At his blank look she explained, "I just stubbed three of my toes."

He laughed a little at her clumsiness before realising he couldn't avoid the issue of what happened in the Trainers room.

"Look Jenni, I'm sorry about what Sam said. She shouldn't talk to you like that. I just—"

"Randy seriously don't worry about it. You don't control her." Jennifer said but he had a feeling she still wasn't in a good mood.

"Thanks," he said, "for walking away from it, and for understanding. It's not something Sam would do."

"No problem," she said smiling a little more. "Besides any opportunity I have to prove how much better a person than her I am, I'm all over it."

They laughed a little together before he asked her about something he had remembered in the car.

"You knew Sam was here."

"What?" Jennifer asked frowning slightly.

"When I got to the Trainers room you were already in a bad mood and you said 'someone thought they'd surprise me'. But that was before Sam walked in so you must have seen her before that.

"No I didn't," she said quickly.

"Jenni come on. I'm not stupid," seeing her about to say something he added, "Don't make a sarcastic comment at that or I'll stomp on your bad foot."

She opened her mouth but then closed it again without making a comment. She was quiet for a second before talking.

"So I saw her before you did, what's the big deal?"

"There isn't one, it's just that…" he trailed off without finishing the sentence.

"Just that what?" She asked.

"I don't like you two being alone together," he admitted.

"Well I don't particularly like me being alone with her either," she laughed.

"No I know you don't but…at least when I'm there she generally stops before crossing the line. Who knows what she says when it's just you two."

"Randy, babe, don't worry about it. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself," Jennifer said, more touched by his kindness and worry than she wanted to admit.

"What are you going to do now?" Randy asked.

"I was gonna watch a film, I'm torn between Mr and Mrs Smith or The Ring 2."

"Wow," he said looking at her as though he had never seen her before.

"What?" Jenni asked puzzled.

"You have a really bad taste in films."

"Says you Mr 'Dukes of Hazzard' is a cinema classic."

"Hey! That movie had some really good parts."

"Yes it did. They're called Jessica Simpson's DD's." Jenni shot back laughing at him.

"Well they did act everyone else off the set," he admitted. "Do you mind some company? I really don't want to deal with Sam right now."

"Oh so I win by default," she said trying to sound offended.

"Oh come on Jenni, you know you're always my favourite girl." Randy said buttering her up.

"Well that is true," she pretended to think about it for a second and then said. "Well alright then Orton, but no funny business," she said mock sternly.

"Hey with you in that," he gestured to her nightwear, "I can't promise anything."

"You like?" Jennifer asked twirling around.

"You look hot," he replied noting that his voice took on a slightly lower tone and that feeling in the pit of his stomach became much more pronounced when she twirled.

"Yeah, I figured that when you were staring at me when you first came around the corner," she laughed. Not seeming even slightly embarrassed about the way he looked at her.

Randy looked down slightly for a second before looking up again and apologising.

"Forget about it. I'd be more worried if you didn't look."

"Why would that mean you were losing it?" he asked with a smirk.

"No it'd mean you were probably gay." At his affronted look she continued, "Oh come on Randy be realistic, as if I could ever lose it."

Randy laughed at her jokey arrogance before continuing to poke fun at her, "Oh I don't know Jenni. You have been looking a little worn down lately."

"I bloody well have not!"

Randy looked serious for a moment longer before bursting out laughing. "Oh come on Jenni, as if you could ever not be a ten. Even first thing in the morning you look better than most."

"That's true. Anyway, are you gonna come watch a film with me or not?"

"Absolutely," he replied, "as long as you let me have final decision on it."

"Are you sure Randy because you know I don't have Dukes of Hazzard."

"Shut up."

Leading him into her hotel room she took his ice bucket off of him and walked into the kitchenette.

"You pick the film, I'll sort this out."

Sifting through the movies on offer he decided that he could use a laugh so a comedy was a must.

She came back in just as he pressed play. She passed him a Black Smirnoff Ice and lay down on the bed. She put a bag of ice on her ankle and held another up for him to put on his shoulder. He took it and lay down next to her.

About forty minutes and a lot of laughs later she went to get them another drink and more ice. Coming back in she lay down and gingerly touched his shoulder.

"It's alright, just a little tender," he said.

She began to shift her body and ended up sitting behind him, her legs one on each side of his body. When he asked her what she was doing she didn't answer but instead moved his head back to lay it against her chest.

He was about to ask her what she was doing again but she started massaging his aching shoulder, it was gentle but at the same time hard enough to make the tension begin to leave.

As far as Randy was concerned he was enjoying this more than he probably should. He moved his body slightly and spread his arms so they were on top of her legs, melting against her.

Her felt her start to massage the other one as well. He was about to ask why she was but she spoke before he could.

"I didn't want your other shoulder feeling left out," as though she read his mind.

He sincerely hoped she couldn't read his mind because if she could then it was likely that their friendship would be ruined. His thoughts weren't the kind of he had about his other friends, his thoughts were the kind that would make his mother blush.

"Is that making it any better?" Jennifer asked him after a little.

"Oh yeah, that……feels great. Just there…oh, oh yeah there," he murmured. "God Jenni…I'd forgotten how……good you were at…massage."

"Well I'm happy to help," she said sounding amused at how much he was enjoying it.

"Well I'm happy to let ya," he said smirking slightly.

"I'll bet."

They continued to lay like that, with Randy occasionally letting out a moan at how she was touching him, up until the end of the movie. Jennifer was expecting him to say something but noticed that he had gone quiet and that his breathing was steady.

She moved her head forward as much as she could without disturbing him and looked at his face. Fast asleep. She laughed a little at how angelic he looked before gently easing him off of her. After managing to move from behind him and lay him back against the pillows she covered him over with the comforter.

She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth before walking to the bed and grabbing the ice and empty drink bottles. She gently got into bed next to him, careful not to touch him in case he woke up, and fell to sleep.

Her sleep was dreamless.

Randy's wasn't.


Well there ya go. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I know this was shorter than the last chapter but I thought that was the best place to leave it. The next chapter should be along in a few days.

Love Ya! DollFace!