Mr. Kennedy Meets Love

Chapter 2 "Ken Gone Red"

---On Camera---

Hannah took a deep breath and waited for her music to blow across the arena. It had sounded signaling her to go through the black curtains and past the titon-tron. She had walked in sight of everyone feeling her heart pound so hard she thought it was going to pop out of her chest. She looked to see people clapping and men whistling. It started to hit her, the feeling that you get. That tells you how awesome it is to be standing right there about to enter the squared circle. She entered through the ropes and awaited her opponent.

Meanwhile, Ken was in his room watching on the television. He heard a knock on the door and welcomed in Booker T. Booker just looked at him funny when he saw his glazed over dreamy eyes. Booker hit Ken in the arm grabbing his attention.

"Whoa, what the hell was that for?"
"What the hell is the look in your eyes for?"

"What look, I don't know what you are talking about."
"Wow, guess you got it pretty bad huh?"
"What?"
"That Candice Michelle does seem like she likes you."
"Candice? What? Booker, you are totally losing me here."

"…Oh! It's the new girl isn't it? You like her?"
"Booker, I think you need to shut the hell up right now."

"Kennnnnnnedys got a crush!"
"You asshole."

Booker just continued laughing as the bright red Ken stood there arms crossed heart warming back up at the sight of Hannah grappling with Candice. She just had no flaws to her. She seemed so perfect by the way her face moved when she talked, and the way her body gracefully carried itself around the ring ready to make the next move. He was in total dreamland.

The match had ended and the audience seemed very impressed by Hannah's hard work in the match. The match went really well. Ken wanted to congratulate her on the match but he didn't want to seem too obvious. So he was going to try the casual thing. Just kind of show up where she's at and maybe he'll get the guts to talk to her. He left the room remembering that he had fifteen minutes until he was to enter for his match. Booker ran off to see if Charmel was ready as well.

Ken was walking down the hallway, he walked past Randy Orton and they just said hi to each other passing by and Ken was turning to go around the corner when boom! Down she went towards the ground almost having no one to catch her fall when his arms wrapped around her body catching her closely. She nearly lost her breath. She looked up to meet those very same eyes only filled with concern this time.

"Hi." She whispered.

"Hello there, are you okay?"
"I think so, I'm just really glad that you caught me."

"Me too, especially after just finishing a damn good match."

"Oh, you saw?"

"Yeah, Booker and I were in my room watching. I think the audience reacted perfectly. They seemed to like you."

"Really? I sure hope so; I'm here to give them what they want…unless they want me out there naked. I think I might have to let them down on that one."

"Ha ha, yeah."

Ken agreed turned red ending his little laugh with a bit of a snort. Hannah just smiled sweetly and found herself getting back on her two feet. She felt really gross sweating from her match. She fixed her hair a tad and looked up at him again.

"Well, I better be going. I'm a mess and I really want to take a shower. Good luck on your match. I'll try and check it out. Maybe I can learn a few moves from you."

"Yeah…okay, sure. Goodbye Hannah."

"Bye Ken."

She walked around the corner towards her room and Ken finally gathered a second to slap himself in the forehead for acting like such a dope in front of her. He was certain she wasn't going to like him after he did the whole snort thing. Something he had trouble with in his childhood. He tried shrugging it off so he would be 100 in his match. He got some water and went back to his room to finish getting ready.

After he got to his room, he heard a knock on the door and he opened to see Booker again. Booker was about ready to laugh his ass off about something. Ken looked really puzzled as he tried to figure out what was going on.

"Dude, what is your deal?"

"I just heard about you and Hannah."
"What?"
"From Orton, he told me you totally struck out with her and snorted?"
"That fucking weasel is so going to get it. I'm going to kick his ass."

"So it did happen then?"
"Oh yeah, I looked like a real idiot in front of her. But I have to admit, it felt really good to have her in my arms as I caught her fall."

"Yeah, I bet it did."
"I just don't get it. She's so hard to read. Despite her shyness, she has this wall or something. I just can't seem to grasp what it is. I can't see how she feels or what she thinks."

"Oh man, that's always hard. I hate it when you can't read a woman."

"Yeah I know, I've dealt with this shit all my life. I need to get out there and just say how I feel and take the turndown like a man."
"What makes you think she's going to turn you down?"
"I don't know, there's just something about her that tells me she's not interested."
"Well, there's only one way to find out."
"How?"
"Ask her out or something. Get to know her that way. But do it in a way where you aren't trying to be obvious so she's fully comfortable around you and is being herself."
"I don't know maybe. How about a group thing. Maybe that would be easier. That way I could see how she is around other people and stuff."
"Yeah, there you go. How about you grab Candice and I'll grab Charmel and then go invite her and Hannah to go to the club after tonight's show. That way, you are bound to get her, or at least get to know her and then strike out."
"…Book, did I ever happen to mention that you are an asshole?"

"Yep."
"Good, as long as you know."

(Well, looks like I might stop it there. What do you think for the second Chapter? I'm sorry I didn't quite make it as well as I lead it up to be. But the next one should be pretty kick-ass. That is if Hannah accepts the invitation to go to the club. Now I guess you'll never find out unless you check out the third chapter hopefully being out up in about two days. Hope you like my story everybody. Let me know what you think. Laters.)