Chapter Five – Randy Orton
The air was frost-bitingly cold as Randy jogged through the park. He was in training for football. His dad wasn't pressing him about it; this was just something he felt he needed to do. And with Mr. Ross running the team, he knew that things were going to get rough. A die-hard, Southern boy from Oklahoma, Mr. Ross was going to expect nothing but the best from Randy and his teammates.
He had tried to talk Edge into coming along with him, but Edge had bigger plans. He wanted to hook up with Torrie Wilson at her party tonight, and he was at home, "pimping" himself up, as he put it. The thought of it brought a smile to his face as he jogged along the snowy paths, his running shoes crunching on the snow.
He was looking forward to Torrie's party. It had been a long four months for him. Aside from being on the basketball team, he managed to maintain a GPA of 3.0. Of course, with his football training, homework, working out and basketball, he was seriously lacking a woman in the girlfriend department. Tonight, it was his plan to get with somebody, anybody. He was really looking at Lilian Garcia, the school's resident singer-songwriter. He had to admit it; he had a small thing for blondes.
He kept jogging, his breaths coming out in smoke gray puffs of white in the cold winter sky. He was going to be busy within the next week. He hadn't started Christmas shopping and he and Edge were organizing a New Year's Eve bonfire. His good friend John Cena was already invited; after all, Cena was what he was – the life of the party.
Cena, Edge and Randy had all been good friends since elementary school, when Cena moved to Stamford from Boston, a place he still affectionately refers to as home. The three of them had formed together and in their school years managed to dominate the academic athletics departments. Their homes were adorned with all the plaques and trophies that they had obtained during wrestling, hockey, basketball, baseball, football, whatever sport garnered their interest at that particular moment.
His headphones were stuck tightly in his ears, Metallica's "Enter Sandman" providing noise in the otherwise silence. He had asked Cena to come along with him, but Cena had gone to pick up a couple cases of beer for Torrie's party. So it was just him all alone, jogging to keep in shape.
He had heard of all the people showing up at Torrie's party. That new girl, Maria, was going to be there. She seemed nice, kind of the brainy type. Candice was going to be there, which equaled Shelton, Johnny and Melina, Cena, himself and Edge were going to be there, Lilian, Mickie James, Ashley, Rey, and if Rey was going then he would probably talk Batista into it. Torrie's place was going to be so crammed tonight, he felt bad for her when she had to clean it.
This was it; he needed to stop. His breathing ragged, his breaths coming out in shallow smoke, he bent over, hands on his quadriceps, trying to catch his breath as the next song - "Sad But True" came on.
"Randy..."
He took out a headphone and turned around. "What, you finally coming through, Edge?" he called out. There was nothing but the deafening sound of silence that responded back. He turned around to stick his headphone back into his ears, but all went black.