AGAIN, i couldn't resist uploading another chapter, even when i have barley any reviews! But thanks to those who have left reviews so far & added this story to their favourites, it means a lot to me! So here you go, chapter three of this story! I hope you enjoy it as much i enjoyed writing it. - Jade. xo
CHAPTER THREE: HAVE I IMPRESSED YOU YET?
I wasn't going to go back out in front of the thousands of WWE fans looking a mess and all sweaty from my previous match-up, so it made sense to take a shower and dress down in my street clothes. After all, I wasn't in the ring and creative had told me that it would be okay to go down there in my casual attire, as all I was going to be doing was interfering for the first time. It didn't take long for me to get ready, dressed in some ripped, acid-wash skinny jeans and a black vest which clung to my torso like a second skin. It was my favourite shirt, it was a simple tight-fitting vest with a few slices across the front; a couple over my stomach and one just above my chest revealing only the edge and strap of my red bra and a bit of cleavage that left very little to the imagination. Oh, and might I add, they're real – I'm not a supporter of plastic surgery unless it's crucial. After a quick visit to hair and makeup I was as ready as I ever could be; with smoky eye shadow framing my blue eyes and messy curls framing my face.
"Thanks girls." I showed my appreciation before leaving the small room and heading out back into the chilly corridors of the backstage area of the arena. Again, they were empty so I wasn't expecting to run into anybody until I found my way to catering. So when I bumped into something solid I was a little surprised; either I had walked into a brick wall or another person. After gathering my bearings I looked up to see that I had in fact bumped into somebody, and it wasn't just anybody, it was Randy Orton – the man whose match I would be interfering in, in less than half an hour.
"Hey man.. I'm sorry." I held my hands up in a playful surrender as I apologised for knocking into him, and it was only then that I realised he was in his wrestling gear, and my arm was now shining with the baby oil used to lather up those sculpted abs of his. Hmm, he looked like one of those sculptures of those men you see in places like Rome and Italy, chiselled to perfection, an instrument of pleasure and longing. It was like my eyes had a mind of their own as I took this moment to appreciate his exterior, following the contours of his abs, lower, and lower until the sound of Randy clearing his throat pulled me out of my daze and left me a little embarrassed.
"I'm up here." Did he really have to make things worse by drawing attention to the fact that he knew that I had been checking him out? Really? Did he have to put me on the spot like that? And after inhaling deeply to calm my nerves I opened my eyes and looked up at him, pursing my lips and shifting my weight onto one side as I crossed my arms. If I was going to be a victim of his smug, witty comments I wasn't going to stand there and do nothing about it, I would take pride and act like it wasn't much of an issue. If he could do it, why couldn't I? yeah.. that's right, I had noticed the occasional glance to my bust. Clearly I'm not the only one that was easily distracted.
"So you are.." I responded in the most sarcastic tone I could muster, pulling a small grin as I looked up at his face to instantly fall victim to his icy glare. God those eyes were beautiful, even if I was starting to feel a little heated and uncomfortable being beneath the stare of them.
"So I heard about the plan for tonight.." he began in that husky tone of voice, and I instantly felt thankful that he had changed the subject and decided not to linger on the fact that he had caught me practically drooling over his torso. "I can't say I'm happy about it.." there we go again with the whole 'I'm bigger than this and I don't need anybody to interfere with my match' speech. I knew it was coming.
"Look just-." I began, hoping to push in my opinion and cut him off so that I could try and sway his thoughts on the subject a little.
"I'm not finished." He quickly intervened, lifting a hand as a gesture for me to be silent and with an audible 'hmmph' I shut up and looked up at him with an arch of my brow, waiting for him to continue as he insisted on doing so. "As I was saying.. I'm not happy about it.. But I'm sure I can live with it.. Judging from what I saw before, you're not as bad as I thought you would be.." he spoke in a slow drawl, a sound that you would want to listen to whilst falling asleep, it was one of those voices that calmed you down, like the ones you'd find on a hypnosis tape or something. "But that doesn't mean that I'm okay with it." he made sure to get that point across.
"Okay, okay.. I get it, you don't want a seemingly ditzy girl to get involved with your matches and be a part of Legacy. But guess what.." this was my bitchy side leaking through, sure he had complimented me but I was fed up with him acting all arrogant and superior. "There's not a thing that you can do about it, so if you don't like it, you're gonna have to shut up and accept it." I concluded with a cocky smile, giving a small tilt of my head before moving to walk past him. Usually I would push past a person, making sure to nudge their shoulder with my own, but I avoided any contact due to the fact that he was lathered in baby oil and I knew that it was a tough fucker to get out of clothes, and off the skin. Just after taking a few steps away from Randy I felt a hand wrap around my elbow and I was instantly pulled back and shoved against the cold brick wall with Randy's intimidating tall frame towering over me, holding me prisoner with my back against the wall. I could hear his breathing, strong and heavy through his nose, his teeth gritted together – he wasn't very happy.. gulp.
I felt my eyes widen a little, and I pushed my lips together, lifting my head to look up at him, I could even hear my breathing increase – mainly due to the fact that I was actually a little frightened and intimidated. At this point there was nothing but silence and the sound of our breathing, the tension was at an all time high. He lifted his hand and I instantly flinched, expecting to feel the power of the Viper first hand. But instead of a blow to the jaw he pointed a finger at my face, a stern, powerful expression upon his beautiful features. Why did I have this sudden urge to kiss the God damn man?
"I would advise you to show me a little more respect.. and give a little less of that attitude. I'm not someone you want to upset, Tiffany." Oh god, the way he drawled my name with that extra emphasis.. clearly he was trying to intimidate me, but I couldn't help but feel a little.. turned on. Which obviously I shouldn't be considering he just slammed me against the wall and was now threatening me.
"And I would advise you.." I countered his phrase, in my own stern tone of voice – I was now letting the anger seep through, and anger mixed with lust gave me this powerful feeling, I had even once been told that when I was angry, It was pretty sexy, as well as terrifying to those who I unleashed it upon. "To get your hands off of me.. Right. Now." I ordered him, my tone calm and collective as I held his gaze. Judging by the look on his face and in his eyes, he didn't like being stood up to, especially by a girl. With a groan of what I would assume to be frustration, he pushed away from me and the wall and sped off down the hall, maintaining the same walk that he would soon be using to wander down to the ring with. I watched him until he was out of sight and I let out a breath of relief, sinking back against the wall as I lowered my defences. What was his deal? After collecting myself and pulling it all together I too, pushed away from the wall and continued my journey towards catering.
Everybody had been cool with me, I now had the numbers of Beth, Eve and Nattie, as well as a few numbers from the superstars including Zack, Evan and Dolph – mainly because a lot of them were friendly, but it was pretty obvious that a couple were more interested more intimate things rather than friendship – which was the only thing I was looking for. I had never dated anybody in the same workplace as myself as relationships with colleagues always ended badly, it had done for a few friends and it always happened in the movies!
Now I was stood at the gorilla, watching the match on the monitor and waiting for my cue. I knew everything that I was supposed to do and to be honest, I felt pretty confident about it all, even if Randy was the focus of the match and in my opinion, a complete asshole that didn't deserve my help, even if he was one of the hottest men I had ever set my eyes on.
"Okay, your on.." a crew member informed me and within seconds I had passed through the curtains and had finally made my second appearance on the stage. The crowd would probably be confused, but I also gained a few cheers from those standing either side of the walk-way as I strolled down it with my usual swag. The commentators were probably selling their confusion to the viewer's worldwide pretty well, asking why I was here or the possible reasons for making an appearance. But right now, my head was in the game and I was focused on what I was out here to do. In a matter of seconds I was at ringside, Randy was doing well in his match but he hadn't yet gained full momentum and that was why I was here. His opponent was Batista, and I was supposed to distract him so that Randy could finally get the upper hand of the match. I wandered to the side of the ring that Batista was closest to, and already he was looking down at me, a look of confusion upon his features, yet a small grin also grew at his lips.
"Kick his ass for me!" I called up to The Animal with a sinister smirk as he advanced towards the ropes, holding onto the ropes as he peered down at me, probably gaining full view of my bust. This was one of my distractions and within an instant Randy had attacked and was now making the most of beating on Batista. The ref began shouting down at me, asking why I was there and what I was doing – this was the second distraction. And behind the ref, Legacy had gotten involved.
"I'm here for support!" I insisted, flashing one of my innocent, flattering smiles, holding my hands up in a gesture of surrender as I took a few steps back from the ring. Legacy were out of the ring by the time the ref had turned around, and Randy caught Batista in an RKO as soon as the ref had turned to face the opponents. The ref counted to three and Randy got the win, the crowd weren't impressed, obviously due to the fact that Legacy were a heel group and they probably weren't impressed with me for distracting Batista and the ref so that Legacy could help out. As soon as the win was confirmed by the ring of the bell and the blast of Randy's music, a grin slowly tugged at my lips and I clapped my hands slowly. Let me tell you a little something, I had been informed of another event set to happen in this match, and I don't think that Randy even knew about it – apparently it was a surprise for the crowd, as well as Legacy. Oh, Batista knew about it too.
As rehearsed, Batista rose to his feet as Randy celebrated on the turnbuckle – he was going to attack from behind – Randy would know about this bit, but not my involvement. But before Legacy or Randy could even register what was going to happen I had slipped into the ring with a chair in my hand and as soon I was on my feet I jogged towards Batista whilst pulling back the steel chair only to slam it down against his back. The sound was brutal and The Animal grunted in pain as he fell to his knees, by this point Randy was watching, as was Legacy, and I then brought the chair down for another smack against my victims back. I then tossed the chair to the side whilst looking over at Randy with a small grin before flicking my hair over my shoulder and turning to make my exit from the ring. I climbed through the ropes, dropped to my feet and walked out to Randy's music playing in the background as the three stood in the ring, looks of complete bewilderment plastered over their faces. Had I impressed them yet?