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Monday Night RAW.
"Dude, what's with the goofy face?" a calm John asked as Randy dropped his bags on the bench in the locker room. The younger main eventer seemed smug with his eyes a little glazed and the right corner of his lips curled mischievously. His body felt relaxed and fully warmed up, clearly ready for the show ahead of them.
"I still got it at thirty." Randy quipped, his grin getting more smug.
"Don't tell me you got that young girl you were sizing up at the McMahon barbecue." John said in disbelief. Randy's silence only confirmed his theory. As he put on some of the neon green wristbands he gave out during the match, he shook his head and continued telling the younger man, "Man, I thought you were done messing around with these women. You said it yourself, having a baby girl made me a changed man."
Randy took a deep breath and ran his hand through his short spiked hair. "It's nothing like that, John." he started. "She has something I want."
"Yeah, boobs and a vagina."
Randy slapped his friend up the back of his head. "Give it a chance." he said.
"Randy, sex is never the best way to start a relationship. I mean, you've got to find that sweet spot before you deliver the blow. What if this girl isn't going to take you seriously?" John said knowing fully well how rushing into a relationship ended in the worst of ways.
"Then, she doesn't. I move on. She moves on. You get the I told you so card."
"Deal." John challenged. A knock came at the door and interrupted their conversation. Everyone decent? a soft voice asked and matched it with a giggle everyone knew all too well. The Canadian brunette poked her head into the men's locker room and smiled at the two superstars inside.
"Just wanted to wish you both good luck. I saw the match line-up and thought I'd drop by." she said sweetly.
"Thanks, Trisha!" Randy called out and smiled. He proceeded to lay out his trunks for a quick decision on which one to wear to his match against Roman Reigns that night.
Meanwhile, John stood up and walked over to Trish. "You know, you could've just texted a good luck." he said with a silly smile. His dimples and softly pursed lips made her senses fill with spine-tingling fluff.
"And miss out on a chance to see you? No way." she said playfully, her eyes dancing with innocence. "I have a babysitter for Max tonight. I was hoping we could pick up where we left off after our coffee yesterday morning?"
His lips curled in a smile that made Trish's cheeks turn some hue of pink. Dimples and everything; John Cena's innocent smile was devoid of any malice or rash intent. It made him look like the man you would want to walk down the aisle towards. A soft chuckle escaped his lips before he said, "Know what, dress to impress later. Let's make it a date."
"For real?"
"Yeah, for real." he said and laughed at her glowing smile. "Surprise me, but you know I love the yellow dress you wore to our first date. You'd look absolutely stunning in anything, though."
"Stop it." she giggled and slapped his arm playfully. "I'll let you get ready for your match. I'll stop by your room later. I asked the babysitter to pass by your place, if that's alright?"
"Sure." he said and gave her another smile. As she turned around, he called out, "Oh, Trish?"
She looked back. Her eyes widened as he placed a soft peck on her cheek. With her smile daring to reach her ears, she listened to him whisper, "I'm really happy you came by. Tonight's match is for you.", before he turned back and closed the door behind him. A stunned Trish stood in front of the closed door and couldn't help but squeal. The Trish effect, she thought. Only a man like John Cena could bring it out.
Tonight's main event ensured a good show with Roman Reigns versus Randy Orton in a singles match for the number one contender spot for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship. Current title holder Triple H stood at ringside to watch the match and aid in commentary beside JBL and Michael Cole. "What a match it's been, Hunter. Randy Orton clearly has the experience advantage here." said JBL.
"You never know when things turn for the better, my friend." Triple H commented. "We always get what's good for business."
Randy had Reigns in a headlock in the middle of the ring. The former member of The Shield had lost the upper hand after a vicious punt counter to his attempted spear. His forehead was turning red with blood, but he knew that tapping out wouldn't be an option. A second wind burst through his veins as he pulled himself to the ropes and forced Randy to break his hold to avoid penalty.
"It seems that Roman Reigns has some strength here!" exclaimed Cole. "He should watch out for that…. Oh, wait wait! The Viper is down on his knuckles! It's time for the RKO!"
"I don't think that's happening! Look who's coming down the ramp!" JBL said and pointed towards the entrance. A smirk appeared on Triple H's face. "It's Seth Rollins! Seth Rollins is coming down to help… Reigns?!"
While the referee was checking on the fallen Reigns, Seth Rollins took his chance and capitalized on Randy having left the ring. A few punches to the head and a massive hit with the Skywalker later, he threw a disoriented Randy into the ring and stealthily ran to the side of Triple H before the referee could gain any awareness of what was going on. The crowd went wild and started to boo.
Randy winced and tried to rub the pain away from the base of his neck. He tried to grasp the ropes for support and pulled himself as far up as the second turnbuckle. His head was throbbing so hard that he barely noticed Reigns stalking him from the opposite turnbuckle. As soon as he turned around, he was met with a vicious Superman Punch; it left him grounded and out on the mat.
Without even bothering to open his eyes long enough to see his demise, Randy felt his leg being hooked up and the referee slamming the mat. "That's it! Roman Reigns is now the number one contender for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship!" JBL exclaimed.
"What's this? Seth Rollins, Triple H, and… Roman Reigns?!" Cole said in disbelief. "Randy Orton has officially been kicked out of Evolution, and it looks like Reigns has taken his place!"
Randy had come to and looked up the ramp to see the newbie that had taken his place. With his eyes still slightly dazed, he managed to pull himself up and support his weight with the top rope. Shut up, Chioda. he muttered in his head after listening to the referee ask him over and over again if he was alright. He wasn't alright. Losing was never alright.
"That's it, Cole! That ends RAW for tonight! What a night it's been!" said JBL. "We'll see everyone next Monday night get some explanation as to why Randy Orton has now become officially an independent wrestler."
Randy walked up the ramp and into the Gorilla Position before finally sensing some comfort away from the crowds. It was short-lived, however, as he noted the tech team running around and getting ready to pack the equipment up for the night. He felt agitated and annoyed. It was one thing to lose a match because you lacked skill, but to lose a match because it was scripted? It felt demeaning.
A familiar voice echoed in his ears. He spun around to see a familiar curved figure using wire cutters and pliers to disassemble the Titantron. In an instant, a smirk graced the predator's face. It was time to spice things up. He took a few steps and took in the sight of her behind in front of him. She bent over to reach a wire that had fallen from the rack and exposed the portion of her lower back that the WWE polo shirt no longer reached.
He gazed at how her skinny jeans rested soulfully on her hipbone and exaggerated the roundness of her butt cheeks. Her little white sneakers reminded him of how they had been the only thing left on her relatively tiny body that night. Her hair was pulled back into a taut ponytail, exposing the bare flesh on the back of her neck that he fondly nipped as her body curved with pleasure.
Standing behind her, he waited until she had stood to full height before leaning down and whispering aggressively, "Men's locker room. Now."
He noticed her body slightly stiffen and noticed the soft smirk that made her cheek rise. Randy turned around and headed for the locker room; deep inside, he hoped she would take the bait. Knowing fully well that his charm was irresistible to ninety percent of the female population, he walked with all the swagger he could muster. He knew she had her eyes on him.
Claire looked back and noticed the retreating form of Randy Orton. That ass. she thought. His legs waddled with a certain jelly-like nature, and his firm butt bounced in the wrestling trunks that confined them. His thighs reminded her of heaven on earth, and what lay between them was a nirvana for all seasons. The dirty thoughts that ran through her head became unbearable. Seizing the challenge, she turned to her team mate and said, "Joe, can you cover for me for a bit? I've got some business to take care of."
Upon receiving a positive response, she took her work gloves off and walked to the locker room as though nothing were wrong. She looked around before quickly stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. In front of her stood all six feet and four inches of Legend Killer; his body strappingly displayed in his wrestling trunks and boots. He had his hands on his hips, allowing his nether regions to jut out ever so slightly enough to make it inappropriate.
She rested her back on the door; her hand making its way to the doorknob. "I see that your match has made you tense." she said, and made sure he noticed when she clicked the lock.
The grin on her face drove him insane. He levelled it with a grin of his own. "I may need some help loosening some gears. Seeing as it is that you're the engineer here, I figured you could, you know…" he winked. "…help."
"Oh, I can do more than that…" she challenged. She made a show of taking a few slow steps towards him and gave her walk an extra sultry hip roll. With one hand resting on her chin, she continued, "I think we're going to need a complete overhaul."
"Who am I to contradict an expert?" he mumbled and stepped closer to meet her. He noticed the way she bit her lip and tilted her head to the right. It made him want her event more. "To think you looked so innocent when I first laid my eyes on you."
The lust grew in her eyes as she pushed her body closer to his. She growled, "Honey, nothing about you makes me innocent right now."
The growl made him break. The mounting sexual tension made itself known through the bulge that Randy's trunks even remotely attempted to contain. He ride them of the space between them and lock his lips on her own; his hands travelled to her hair as he pulled her head back and allowed himself more access to the sultriness of her lips.
She pushed her tongue into his mouth and made him moan. God, what little things this woman does to me. his mind echoed. He felt her hands playing with the laces of his trunks. She made sure to casually, but teasingly, graze her fingers over the mound that dared to spring forth. He began nibbling on her neck, and found the sweet spot at the top of her collarbone that made her stiffen in delight.
He continued to nip, suck, and lick the smooth flesh across her chin. In one swift motion, he pulled her polo shirt off her body and disposed of it on the floor. He had more to taste, and he wasn't going to waste his time. As he ravished her mouth with the attention it deserved, he fiddled with the buttons of her jeans. But she wasn't done with him yet; she started to run her hands through his hair and reached the base of his neck. With two fingers, she began rubbing sensual circles and knew she had hit a soft spot when his body tightened.
"Fuck, don't stop doing that…" he mumbled. He managed to get her pants undone, but couldn't get them off her before she pushed him back onto the bench and straddled his lap. In a second, she pulled his head back by his hair and starting kissing his Adam's apple all the way to the back of his ear. She could taste the molten sensation of his skin.
"Let me hear you moan." she whispered, and he gladly let out a soft moan from his lips. His hands kept busy by stuffing themselves into the back of her jeans; her round butt cheeks nestled perfectly in the palms of his hands. She grinded against his hardening mound as he guided her hips in exotic pleasure. "Sit tight." she ordered.
His eyes lazily opened and saw her getting down on her knees. Not wasting any time, she tugged at the strings of his trunks and pulled them down along with the black thong that kept his manhood intact. Without hesitation, she took his entire length into his mouth in a slow and sensual motion. Randy had to throw his head back to will the buzz out of his system.
Her lips cradled the sensitive tip and her tongue ran through every inch of his hardened shaft. "Do you want it?" she asked, and his lazy yes began the massive deep-throating action that replaced the agitation in his body with sheer turbulence. He counted in his head 'One, two, three, four…' in hopes to stay strong and endure, but it got too good.
The predator found a second wind.
He pushed her off and pulled her up to stand. In the same swift motion she had done earlier, he rid her lower body of the jeans and black underwear that confined his prize. "Off with your shoes." he growled, his own boots coming off faster than she could untie her sneaker laces. He plucked the lock of her bra and revelled in the small, but perfect, curves of her chest.
Getting down on one knee, he hooked one of her legs on his shoulder and dove straight into her core. She gave a sultry sigh at the contact of his tongue with her. His lips gently teased her folds before allowing his tongue to play with her clit. He had hit the jackpot and caused her body to arch in ways that no man had ever achieved. It only intensified his hunger even more. He sucked the heated flesh and tried to keep her still as her knees slowly gave way to the pleasure he gave her.
"Randy…" she moaned his name. His tongue accelerated as her body shivered in his hands. "Randy, get in me."
He stood to full height and carried her so that her legs wrapped around his waist perfectly. He ravished her lips once over and noticed the small beads of sweat that had accumulated on her forehead. He smirked, "Ready, baby?"
She returned the smirk with lustful eyes, "If you can."
He slowly entered her; her mouth opening wide in the sensation of his engorged shaft penetrating her core. She wiggled a bit and allowed herself to get used to the feeling as he nibbled on her neck. "Shower, now." she ordered. With him safely inside her, he plodded across the hall to the shower area and turned one on. As the cool water hit them both, he began to pump in and out of her madly; a man possessed with his muse.
He had to push her against the shower wall and continuously thrust himself into her; their groans muffled by the sound of water rushing over their bodies. She held his head in her hands and kissed his jaw as he sped up his thrusts. The slick sound of wet bodies colliding turned him on even more as he barely managed to keep himself standing. Legs, don't give now. he silently prayed.
The sound of voices outside the shower area interrupted his momentum. Randy slowed down for a moment to listen but was met with a challenging order, "Orton, fuck me."
His mind snapped out of it as he pushed himself into her even harder. His hands travelled the expanse of her bare back while she moaned into his mouth. She could feel it; she was close to finishing in the most explosive of ways she had ever imagined. He thrust himself in faster… and faster… and faster…
Their synchronized moan sealed the deal as he came inside her and allowed himself release. With ragged breaths, they looked into each other's eyes and instinctively licked their lips. He placed a soft, meaningful kiss on her lips and held her warm body closer to his. Being inside her was
"Randy, we have to talk about next week's ag—"
Paul's eyes went wide at the sight he encountered near the shower door. Claire looked over and gave him a silly smile, "H-hi, Mr. Levesque." The older man smiled, shook his head and turned around to walk away.
"Randy, when you're done, meet me at the Production Office." he said with a slight chuckle and proceeded to leave the locker room.
Randy looked at Claire in amusement and noted, "That was awkward." She giggled and leant her forehead against his.
"I love the way you do that…" he said quietly.
Claire pulled away and gave him a smile. She leant in and gave him a soft peck on the lips. "Come on." she said. "It's time to get back to the real world."
With that, he gently pulled out of her and involuntarily pulled her into an embrace. With a soft kiss on the forehead, he whispered, "You should head back out." She casually took her hair out of the wet ponytail it was in and basked for a second in the cool water that fell onto her. A final kiss goodbye later, she was back in her uniform and out to pretend like nothing had transpired.
Randy stood there in the shower and lathered his body with soap. He shook his head and knew all too well what was beginning to happen, Is it worth it?
A quick production meeting and a car ride later, Randy found himself standing outside the hotel room he shared with John. He slid his keycard into the slot and twisted the handle open once the light turned green. "Randy, you're here!" came Trish's voice as she walked towards him carrying the sleeping baby Max.
"Hey, Trisha." he said. "What brings you here?"
"I got a babysitter for Max so that John and I could go out after the show. She'll come by in a bit to pick him up. I hope you don't mind? John's in the shower so he'll be out in a bit."
"No, I don't mind at all. I see things are getting interesting between you two. Are you sure you guys are ready to be bringing all of that back?" he queried, knowing fully well that the two had just gotten out of relationships.
She shrugged, telling him that she herself wasn't sure but she was happy with how things were going. Thankfully, Max woke from his light slumber and saved Trish from having 'the talk' with one of her closest friends in the business. She excused herself and walked into the restroom to check his diaper. A knock on the door caught her attention, "Randy, would you mind getting that? It's probably the babysitter."
He dropped his things on the couch and walked back to the door. Opening it, he greeted, "Hey, you must be the bab—"
"Hi, Mr. Orton." came the sweet voice of Claire. She was dressed in a pair of black shorts and a loose tank top. Her hair was up in a messy bun and accented by a pink flower. Her face looked angelic in the pale light of the hotel hallway. Had she come back for a second round?
"I'm here to pick up Max. Is Trish here?"
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-iRocka