And I disclaim again. Sadly.

Thank you for all your support and reviews. LegendThriller – I'm not sure who long this story will be, I just go with the flow. Not an outline writer, I just go with what pops into my head. Sometimes that backfires and sometimes it works!!

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Chapter Five – Dare You to Move

It had been only a week of constant group meetings for Randy and he thought he'd blow up. Anger management classes were making him angry. In a private session with his counselor he expressed as much to him. The counselor laughed and told Randy he needed to pull his head out of his ass and focus. Forget the others and apply the techniques to himself. Right. The world didn't revolve around Randy Orton. Sure the others in his group may sound ridiculous and some even sound scary, but what the point to the whole thing was how Randy could use the methods in his own world. In group he never shared what had happened to him professionally, a few of the guys knew who he was, the last thing he needed was to have Charlie google him and see nothing but bullshit. There was enough crap on the internet the last thing he needed was to add to it.

He told his counselor about the incidents with the two divas, Randy used his fingers making the quote signs to elude to the fact they were less than diva material. The counselor wasn't sure if Randy was truly that cocky or if he let petty shit run his daily life. Why did he care if the divas were full of themselves? Why did he care if they respected the company or not? Who made it his business? The things he had done would get most people fired and sued. Randy was lucky all he got was fined. And smoking at work? Was he asking to get caught? Why couldn't he wait until he got to the hotel or in the car? This conversation was becoming counter-productive and Randy was getting pissed. He saw the counselors point, but he didn't like someone pointing out his idiocies to him, much less a stranger. What the fuck did he know about the business? The WWE isn't like other companies, how many other companies have most of their personnel traveling constantly? Fuckin dick. Randy never thought about his actions and never suffered the consequences for them before and now he was pissed at being called out.

No cell phones were permitted at the facility and you were only allowed fifteen minutes a day on the phone in your room. Randy only spoke to John and Charlie. His phone call time went completely to her and he emailed them both. Charlie was a bit of an exception and they emailed eachother all day. Each time he could sneak away in between all his counseling, he'd run to his room and dart out an email. She always had encouraging words and made him feel better. Charlie knew exactly what to say and when, she knew how far to take the conversation and when to pull back and let Randy figure things out. She never pointed out his stupid moments and never judged him. Charlie was a welcome change to the life he led before he met her.

She decided to challenge him and left him an email that was only the link to a song. She hoped he got the meaning behind what she was trying to say to him through that song.

'Welcome to the planet Welcome to existence Everyone's here Everyone's here

Everybody's watching you now Everybody waits for you now What happens next? What happens next?

I dare you to move I dare you to move I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor

I dare you to move I dare you to move Like today never happened Today never happened before

Welcome to the fallout Welcome to resistance The tension is here The tension is here

Between who you are and who you could be Between how it is and how it should be'

Randy knew Charlie was goading him to be a better person and he had to admit he liked the song.

'Maybe redemption has stories to tell Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell

Where can you run to escape from yourself? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Salvation is here'

He left Charlie an email and said he got it. He couldn't thank her enough for supporting him and standing by him no matter how stupid he had been. The song did apply to him at this very moment, how does she do that? Is she secretly a therapist?

Charlie hated being without him. She had been spoiled this past two weeks and she loved it. The day after he left she received two dozen white roses with a card that read the same as they always did. Simply, thank you. She tried not to mope around and be lifeless but she couldn't help it. Her every waking thought was consumed by Randy. Time seemed to drag and she was too. She needed to snap out of this funk so she tried to occupy her time wisely. She rented movies, tried to drum up new ways to get customers into the bar, played basketball with her brothers. Well, that one wasn't new, they always played on Sundays when there wasn't any football. Those close to Charlie noticed the sudden change and Randy's sudden disappearance. Her brothers knew better than to ask so they'd wait until she shared what happened.

"Hiya, baby girl." He smiled at the sound of her voice, it was exactly what he needed.

"Hiya back." She said quietly smiling also. She laid on her bed and looked at the flowers while they talked. She could tell a difference in Randy and he shared what was occurring. He had never opened up to anyone before, not his mom, not Sam, nobody. He shared more with Charlie than he did with the group or the counselor, but at least he was seeing himself in a different light. He was starting to understand how his actions effected not just himself but those around him.

"Sam called me." He said sadly. Charlie wasn't sure she wanted to hear more.

"Oh?" Her voice cracked and was a dead give away to her emotions.

"She's pushing the divorce through and she's engaged to someone else." He said sadly.

"How do you feel about this?" Just try and be a friend, try and be a good listener.

"I'm a little mixed on the whole thing. We had a good talk and she told me her viewpoint on where we failed and I told her mine. I'm sad because that's one more thing I failed at, but I should never have done it to begin with. Both of us agreed we should have stopped over a year ago. We got engaged because our parents said it was time to take the next step. We got married because our families pushed for the date and pushed for the ceremony. None of it was planned by us and we didn't even have control of the guest list. It was all her mom and mine. What's even sadder is I don't love her. When I listen to the stories in group these guys are crazy for their women. I never felt any of that for Sam." Randy continued what he'd learned from his relationship with Sam and what he was learning in counseling.

Charlie felt bad for him and all he was going through, this was a tough way to figure out you're a jackass. Being a 'celebrity' and screwing up was huge, always pumped bigger than it truly was. Only this time the basis for the stories was true, they were just exaggerated. She had to admit the crap he pulled was incredibly childish and immature, but like she knew all along and Randy was just figuring out, there was a hell of a lot more to it. It had nothing to do with these girls and their disrespect; it had nothing to do with wrestling at all. Randy's faults and errors could all be traced back to either Sam or his parents. She was always critical of Randy and complained constantly about his career choice. She wanted to have a certain social image and he was contradicting the persona she wanted. Every time Sam complained or criticized him he would do the opposite. She never supported him but expected him to support her in more ways than one.

"You can't blame this on Sam literally. Just because she behaved a certain way, you still chose to act the way you did." Charlie got firm with him and her voice was controlled and serious. "Take this chance and prove to everyone that Randy isn't a pompous, spoiled asshole hell bent on destroying his own life. Take this as a blessing and learn from it. You are being given a second, third and fourth chance at work. Use it to your advantage and go back as strong and determined as you were on day one. Show the veterans you plan on being here for a very long time. Prove them wrong." Charlie was standing and her hands were gesturing wildly as if he could see her.

Randy sat and listened to her, truly taking in everything she was saying. He thought of the song lyrics she sent and she was daring him to step up. He wouldn't let her down and he wouldn't let himself down. Charlie was quickly becoming the top person on his list of friends. She was incredible and he was falling fast. "Will you fly down here?" He asked.

"What? When?" Hell yeah I'll fly down there!

"I'll send your ticket. I want you waiting for me when I leave." Would she leave the bar and go out of town for him?

"You don't have to buy my ticket, Randy, and I'd love to be there when you're finished." She tried to do a happy dance without him detecting she was doing it.

"I want to buy it. You're flying to meet me because I'm asking you too, so I should pay for it." Sounded logical to him.

Randy and Charlie hung up and they both felt 100 times better. Randy thought about driving back to St Louis and using that time to get closer to her. She knew all about his whole world, from his parents to work to Sam. He wanted to know what drove her, what was behind that beautiful exterior. So far she carried no baggage like most girls, that would be a relief.

Charlie and her manager began reviewing procedures she did each night so when she flew to Atlanta all would be okay. She knew the manager knew what he was doing, but she felt better reviewing it. He also knew she knew, but he let her do what she needed too. Flowers continued to be delivered and sometimes there was a card and sometimes not, but she always knew who they were from and she'd send him a quick email thanking him again for the flowers. Charlie wondered when the boom would be lowered but she couldn't really find anything wrong with Randy. Everyone lost their way at some point and his just happened to be in front of the world.

She didn't want to seem presumptuous, but she couldn't help her impulse. Charlie went shopping a few days before she flew out and bought almost an entire wardrobe and made a few purchases at her favorite lingerie store. Randy had instructed her to buy something for a black tie event and her wardrobe needed to range from comfortable for walks to heels and an evening dress. What in the hell was this boy planning?