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The Trainer's Room
Randy Orton sat down on a make shift a cot. The same one that has seen countless other wrestlers threw out the years nurse injuries from the ring. He was sore from head to toe. That woman had no idea how to pull her shots in the ring and he was fuming mad about it. There were already at least three bruises forming on his torso along with the one forming on the side of his face from that kick. He started to mutter small curses under his breath. Things like "when I get my hands on that woman" and "There's going to be fucking hell to pay"
Randy was so lost in his thoughts he hadn't realized so much time had passed. It was nearing the end of the show and he was still in his ring gear. Waiting for a trainer to see him seemed useless now. They where only going to tell him to take some ibuprofen and get over it. Not much they could do for sore muscles and bruises but still he waited. He needed someone else to see what that woman had done to him.
He was pulled from his thoughts as the door to the Trainer's room was yanked open and a young woman walked in. His breath caught in his throat for a moment. This was someone that Randy had never seen in his life and yet she looked so familiar to him. Her long red hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders in breathtaking waves. She was stunning. Her body had all the perfect curves under her black leather pants and black tank top. Her crystal blue eyes seemed to scream out at him. Randy was so lost in the woman that he didn't even notice the large man that fallowed her in.
"It isn't polite to stare Orton." Glenn said gruffly to the younger man walking over to stand beside him. Glenn's comment made Randy snap out of his thoughts and Vaness chuckle softly to herself. Vaness walks slowly over to the two men smiling shyly. "What are you doing here Randy" Glenn inquires.
"Didn't you see my match? The Reaper sure doesn't know how to pull her punches. That bitch left a bruise on my face Glenn MY FACE." Randy replies angrily giving the bigger man an outraged look he then smiles kindly in the woman's direction. "Who do we have here?" Randy motions to the woman.
"Randy I'd like you to meet Vaness" Glenn said gesturing in Vaness's direction. "Vaness is new here." Glenn pauses for a moment waiting for Orton to connect the dots.
"Oh I didn't know we were getting a new Diva" Randy stays with a stupid smile on his face. Still oblivious to the fact that Vaness is the Reaper.
"I'm not a Diva" Vaness says laying her French accent on thick. "I'm a Superstar just like you and Glenn." She smiles over at them.
"Sure you are Sweet heart. Maybe they'll let you wrestle the small time crowd like Shannon Moore or Jamie Knoble but they are not my caliber at all." Randy says smiling over at Glenn. Who has a look on his face that says Randy may have just put his foot in his mouth.
"Small time Crowd Hmmm?" Vaness pauses and looks over at Glenn. "Glenn I think I've decided that I don't need to see the Trainers after all. I feel pretty good. I kind of just want to go back to my hotel and relax" Glenn just shakes his head in her direction.
"I don't think so, like I told you after the match, three chair shoots means that it's time to see the trainers. I know you said that the two to the back didn't hurt but that one to the head left one hell of a bump." Glenn pauses looking between Randy and Vaness waiting for the look of recognition. "Plus Marks waiting on us so we can go out and celebrate. It's not every day someone like The Reaper debuts" Glenn chuckles softly to himself at the look of disbelief on Orton's face.
"YOU'RE THE REAPER" Randy stands up and shout staring down at Vaness's slightly smaller frame. She just smiles boldly up at him.
"What if I am?" She asks him softly staring him down fearlessly.
The way she looks at him makes Randy pause. His checks flush with a reddish color. What was he saying earlier? He couldn't seem to remember something about wanting to beat her ass? Randy slowly sits back down and gives her a hard stare.
"You kicked me in the head" Randy says flatly.
"You slapped my butt. I think the kick was only fair. The last guy that touched me without my approval ended up in the hospital for two days. I think you can survive a little kick. Hell it was mostly for show it was barely at half strength" Vaness stated smiling at Randy mockingly. "Plus what kind of a man are you? That you had to run to the Trainers right after a match? It wasn't like we where brawling or anything."
"What are you talking about? You have no idea how to pull your punches. Your body shots feel like being beaten with a brick. Not to mention your kicks and what's up with that submission you locked in? Is there no way to break it? I thought you were going to break me in two." Randy can feel himself start to get angry again he tries to hold it back. He hates that she is questioning his man hood.
"Well Randy I guess you're not up to my caliber" she accuses smiling mockingly at him again. Randy has to bite his tongue. Glenn moves up besides her knowing that she may have just crossed a line. He hesitantly places a hand on her shoulder breaking the other two from their staring match.
"Come on Vaness let's get out of here" Glenn nods in Randy's direction but the younger may dose not acknowledge him. Glenn gently guides Vaness out of the room.
"We will finish this later Reaper" Randy calls out to their retreating figures "You can count on that" he stands up from the cot and begins to pace the room. He starts thinking of different ways to get Vaness alone. As long as Glenn is with her, she is a good as untouchable.
Vaness's Hotel Room
"Dress nice" Vaness says to herself in the mirror that's what Glenn had told her when he dropped her off at her room 20 minutes ago. As she stares into her reflection the last thing she wanted to do was get dressed up and go out but Glenn wouldn't take no for an answer. He told her you only debut once so live it up while you can. Please, Vaness could care less about living things up. She preferred to keep you own company rather than be out in a large group.
She applies a light layer of makeup to her face just enough to accentuate her eyes and lips. Her hair gets clipped up, some still hanging loose giving it a messy but sexy look. She leaves the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her and heads into the bedroom to search threw her luggage for something to wear.
Just over an hour after Vaness was dropped off there's a knock at her door. Glenn stands nervously on the outside waiting for Vaness to answer. He takes a deep breath as he hears the lock being flipped from the inside. Glenn was not normally the type that got dressed up and went out. Most of the locker room thought that he was a bit of a loner, although he had some good friendships among those people. He smiles as the door opens and he spots Vaness on the other side.
His heart begins to beat faster as he waits for her crystal blue eyes to lock with his. Although it was short notice Vaness has really cleaned up well. She is wearing a long black strapless dress that is fitted threw the bodice but bellows out at the skirt making it flow with her every movement. She has a leather purple jacket tucked under one arm and a black leather bag hung over one shoulder. Her hair is pinned up delicately with tendrils falling down passed her shoulders. Glenn has to stop himself from staring open mouthed at her.
"Do I look alright?" Vaness asks shyly thinking that maybe she over dressed after seeing Glenn's attire. He is wearing black fitted dress pants and a red button down shirt. His brown hair tied back at the nape of his neck.
"You look very lovely, Vaness" Glenn answers her question noting the look of apprehension that crossed her face. She smiles at him and exits the room. They walk side by side down the hall. Glenn has to stop himself from reaching over and taking her hand in his. Vaness resists the urge to link her arm threw his. They both sigh in frustration thinking that the other is very attractive but not knowing how to approach the subject.