The RAW in this Chapter is the one from April 12, 2010… and I'll continue on from there… so if you don't watch it, you'll be kinda out on that, though I'm not going to TOO much with show.. most will be just backstage stuff.. ok? Oh and Casie Patterson aka Tamara, totally made up of my own design, and of my bff name.. no WWE relation at all Thanks!! =D
Chapter 2- Turbulance
I couldn't wait to get out of that room. I could feel every eye on me. I felt like I was on display at a shop and they were window shopping. Well, you get the picture. Mr. McMahon nodded me out and I basically shot from the room. I could feel my face was beet red, and my heart was pumping my blood so fast that I was getting a little dizzy. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going; all I knew was that I had to get away from that room. This is where I made my first mistake. I had made a wrong turn somewhere and I didn't know how to get back to the main exit.
I stopped and spun around in circles taking in my surroundings, knowing full well that he could show up at any minute. But I had no clue which hallway to take, which doors to open. I huffed in frustration, pulling at my hair.
"Can I help you?" someone asked from a distance behind me. I had tensed at the voice, but soon I realized that it was definitely not Randy, I turned to see a man that was just about as tall as Randy, but looked absolutely different. His upper body was more bulk than his, and this guy had a head full of blonde spikey hair. He wasn't dressed like Randy either. He had a professional button up white collar shirt and dark blue slacks. Wait, I thought, why am I comparing him to Randy? Why did I even care? I didn't.
"Um," I started, rather smartly I might add, "I'm new here, and I got flustered, and then, I just got lost, and I need to get to my car and get home. Please?" I added.
He smiled at me and sauntered over to me. Why does everyone in this business have to saunter? "It would be my pleasure to help you. Are you a new Diva?"
I couldn't help but blush. Why would he assume that? I wasn't dressed like any of the other Divas. I was just in a pair of black dress pants and dark blue dress shirt, with black heels. The Divas here were barely wearing what I called clothes. Or, wearing anything that I would ever think about wearing. I didn't have near the confidence to wear anything like these women.
"Oh no. I was hired as the head of musical sound check."
He nodded and thought about that for a minute as we walked. Then he began to talk about suggestions for his entrance music. Apparently he was a wrestler. He wasn't dressed like one though. But, I wasn't able to concentrate on his words, for his voice was taking all of my attention. He had a heavy lisp that slurred his "s". Somehow I just couldn't take him seriously with that. He was still going on and on about his ideas about his music. Didn't he hear me when I said that I was the head of music sound check. That I had final say, and I got the feeling that he just wasn't making suggestions. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.
"Lora Pierce?" a female voice called out from behind us. I turned to see a girl about my age, wearing dark worn blue jeans, a white tank top and brown Converses. She had medium length mahogony brown hair and bright blue eyes. She waved at me and came running up to the pair of us.
"Yes?" I said.
"Hey, I'm Casie Patterson. I'm a Diva here, better known as 'Tamara'. Vince asked me to show you around and be your plane buddy to London on Sunday, you know, because Monday night is going to be in London."
I just nodded. I had remembered Mr. McMahon saying something about my first RAW being the London show. This is why I had to prepare by getting my passport and everything I would need for European travel. Everything was already packed in a bag at home for the trip. Had been for days, because I had been so excited. But now, I don't know. Life can turn on you so fast sometimes.
"It's nice to meet you," I said, shaking her hand.
"Do you want me to show you to the exit?" she said, ever so slightly tilting her head towards the man behind me. I picked up quickly on her escape plan. "And we can go over the details for tomorrow?"
"Oh, thank you!" I turned to the blonde man behind me, "Thank you for your help!"
"Anytime, and think about what I said."
"Oh, ok."
And Casie and I walked off in the complete opposite direction that he was taking me in. I got the impression he was taking me the wrong way. Casie seemed to read my mind.
"With the way he was taking you, you would have missed the London show," she mused. I groaned.
"Who was that?" I asked. "I haven't watched wrestling in about 4 years so I really don't know any of the new people."
"Oh, that was Jake Hager. Otherwise known as 'Jack Swagger'."
"Nice lisp," I commented, cutting my eyes up at her, hoping that I hadn't offended her with my comment. But Casie just covered her mouth to smother the laughter that was streaming out. Lora smiled and fell into a comfortable stride alongside Casie, with nice conversation. At least she wasn't going to be alone on the entire flight to London.
But just as they rounded the last corner into the main lobby of the building, a sight caught Lora's eyes that made her stop in her tracks. Right in front of the main double doors leading out of the building where her car is parked, was Randy Orton, liplocked with a bleached-blonde, long-legged woman. He had her pressed up against the glass door and she had her legs wrapped around his waist. The only thing standing between her and her car was him. That arrogant ass.
"Oh, Randy. He's at it again. You'll get used to him doing this. This is pretty much how he is all the time. In every city. Like he needs to plant his flag in every state and continent," she rolled her eyes.
I fumed. I helped him do that last night as well. I was so angry that I couldn't think straight. All I wanted to do was to make him pay for using me like a piece of meat, and humiliating me in front of my new boss, even though, no one really knew I was humiliated. That's not the point.
Now, a part of me realized that I was being irrational, but the other part, the part that was angry, didn't care. I just wanted to hurt him. I turned to Casie and saw that she was carrying a 32 oz. bottle of water.
"Do you mind of I have drink?" I asked. She shook her head, and handed me the bottle, and we continued to walk towards the door. My plan was in motion. Just was we got to the door, I tripped myself up and slammed into Randy's shoulder, and purposely squeezed the water bottle to where the contents went everywhere. All over me, all over Randy's friend, all over Randy. Screams echoed throughout the emptied room. Shrill, high-pitched ones from the blonde, because the water was fresh from the refrigerater. And a deep, yell from Randy. He was pissed. I was happy. Mission accomplished. Now, time to act surprised, and ashamed.
"Oh, my gosh! I am so sorry! I didn't mean too! I am such a klutz! Do I need to get you both a towel?" I asked in my best worried voice.
She stalked off, still too angry to even think about doing anything with Randy again right now, and Randy just glared at me; not falling for any of it. I just looked back him, trying to look just as innocent as I could be. But on the inside I was laughing, and doing cartwheels. I know I was being mean, and I should be punished, but I needed my revenge.
"Don't think you're going to fool me with that doe-eyed look Lora," he growled.
"Whatever do you mean, Randy," I asked, trying to keep a straight face.
He stepped closer to me and I wasn't going to shy away from him. I was not initimidated by him. He infuriated me. I matched him glare for glare, until he broke the stare to put his lips to my ear and whisper, "You were mine once, Lora, I could have you again, if I choose."
I stepped back and I glared at him. No. Not this time. I got to make this choice.
"Yes, but this time alcohol won't be on your side, Orton," I spat out his name as if it was acid. "Now if you don't mind, I'm leaving, unless you want to suckface with someone else on the hood of my car before I leave, then I'm gone!"
I stormed out of the door leaving a fuming Randy and confused Casie standing in my wake.
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I arrived at the airport the next day, with my suitcase, and my carry on. And in my purse was my research. I wasn't told to do any research, but I thought it best to figure it out before hand, than learn on the spot. As I sat waiting on Casie to get there, I gathered the papers together that I had printed out, labeling who was feuding with who, who tag teamed with who, and who was allied with who. I came to realize that no one really liked Randy; or the "Legend Killer". He had a rivalry with Batista, and Jack Swagger. And no one allied with him, though he wasn't as bad as he was last year.
I was so absorbed in my studies that I didn't see Casie come up until she had sat down beside me. She was so down-to-earth for a Diva. I had never seen her in anything else other than jeans and a shirt and her famous Converses. Though, I only met her yesterday, I seem to get that vibe from her. I really liked her. She was basically my ony friend in the WWE.
"Hey," she said, brushing her hair out her face. "What's up?"
"Nothing much. Just reading up on rivalrys and tag teams and things like that… don't want to be left out of the loop."
"Speaking of being left out of the loop," she began, turning in her seat, "last night, with Randy, I got this feeling that you two knew each other. Now why do you suppose that is?"
I fidgeted. "I… um." But I didn't have time to answer, but a voice came on the speaker annoucing our flight, and soon we were boarding our plane, getting ready to head for London. Soon we were in our seats on the plane and our tray tables were in their correct positions and we were buckled in. I sighed and Casie looked over at me.
"But don't think that just because we're heading across an ocean means you're off the hook on that question," she said and smirked and returned to her headphones.
I looked out of the window. This was the first time I had ever flown first class. I couldn't believe my luck sometimes. Even though I have to work with an insufferable arrogant womanizer, nothing can take away from living my dream.
Except having that insufferable, arrogant womanizer on your plane. Ugh, I had had enough; I had to talk to somebody. I turned to Casie and got her attention. She took her headphones off.
"What's up?"
"He's here!" I whispered.
"Who's here? And why are we whispering?" she asked, confused.
"Randy!" and I launched into my complete story, leaving nothing out. And from that moment on, Casie Patterson was my best friend. Just like that. It was instanteous. It was almost meant to be friendship. She gasped in all the right places, and her eyes narrowed in anger in all the right places.
"I can't believe that… wait, yes, I can believe that. I just hate that it happened to you. You're such a great person! But you shouldn't let him get to you! You should get him back! Piss him off! Irritate him! Get under his skin. Make him sorry for what he did to you!" she ranted!
And I hated to admit, I liked the idea. Normally, I wouldn't like to be blatantly mean to a person, but Randy deserved. But was I that type of person? A person to cause someone pain just to make me feel better? Isn't that what Randy does? I sighed.
"No! Wait! I got a better idea! But this is going to take some sacrifice on your part as well," Casie said, "Flirt with Swagger! He's feuding with Randy right now, but backstage, Jake and Randy can't stand each other. That would drive him up the WALL!" Casie giggled.
I crinkled up my nose. Jake was an all right looking guy, until he starting talking, and I'm not talking about his lisp. He's nearly as arrogant as Randy. No wonder they can't get along. But it's just a little flirting, and it's not going to hurt anyone, except, maybe Randy, and that was okay with me; for right now anyways.
"Well, okay. For right now. But if he starts talking dating, I'm outta there," I joked. I barely noticed when Casie mentioned she was heading to the restroom; I was so absorbed in my own thoughts. Thoughts about how high up we were, that I was in a plane, with no escape, with Randy Orton.
"Oh, my gosh, Lora!" Casie exclaimed as she rushed back to her seat. "Guess who is sitting right in front of Randy?" I looked her in confusion, not daring to look myself. "Jack Swagger, himself. Jake is on the plane!"
I was trapped in a plane with no escape from Randy Orton and Jack Swagger. Oh happy day. Casie thought it was the perfect opportunity to go and flirt with Jake. I was having a hard time keeping Jake and Jack separate, they were so similar. I guess this was a perfect chance. So I decided to give it a shot. Casie gave me a thumbs up, and stood up and was relieved to notice that Jake was sitting by himself. He was sitting in the aisle seat, which I already had plans formulating in my head of how slide past him to the window seat. I reached his seat and I noticed Randy looking at me out of the corner of my eye. It took all I had not to look at him. And I wasn't going to. I placed my hand on Jake's shoulder.
"Do you mind if I sit with you for a little while? I thought we could talk about those ideas you had," I said, trying to make it look like I accidentially rubbed my knee on his leg. He looked up at me with big confused eyes, before comprehension dawned on his face, and he slide over. Well, there went my sexy plans to slide in front of him, I thought. I sat down next to him and he immediately jumped into the exactly same conversation he was having with last night.
You have got to be kidding me? I thought. I came to flirt with him, and his actually talking business. I was stuck with him for an hour, listening to him drone on and on. I nodded in the the right places, and mumbled "yeahs" here and there, but I was dying for an escape. Finally I was able to excuse myself saying I needed to use the restroom.
However, something odd happened on the way back to my seat. There's a thing called turbulance. You know, when the plane shakes in mid-flight, thousands of feet in the air? Well, it happened. I was walking down the aisle and the next thing I knew I was falling sideways and landed in the lap of none other than Randy himself. The irony of it all. But it didn't stop there. The turbulance lasted for about five minutes, so I was scared out of my mind, and naturally, I clung to Randy. Anytime I've been scared in my live, I've clung to a man, wheither it be my father, my brother, my boyfriend, or the man I can not stand. I'm just hard-wired that way. I locked eyes with him during the accident, and there was no arrogance, no smugness, and no anger. I saw fear and concern. And I couldn't believe it. I was entranced by the pure blue of his eyes. His gaze held no ill will toward me at this moment. There was this electric current that was running through us. It was pulling me to him, and vice versa. I didn't know what was going on; I just knew that I needed to be as close to him as possible.
But in the next second the turbulance stopped. And I became all too aware that I was sitting in Randy's lap. The pilot came on the speaker but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Couldn't comprehend. Then I became aware of sharp pain in calf.
"Ouch!" I hissed. I saw concern flash across his face again.
"Lora, what's wrong?" he asked, his hands pushing the stray out of my eyes. I tried to fight the blush I felt coming and pointed at my leg. He lifted me out of his lap and into the empty seat next to his to better look at me.
"It hurts," I said, not really caring how childish I sound. Randy's hands and eyes roamed to my leg to observe the damage.
"That's a pretty deep cut, but I don't think it'll need stitches," he murmured, standing up to reach in the cupboard above the seat. He sat back down with his carry on.
I nearly giggled when he pulled out a first aid kit out of his carry on, and began to mend my cut.
"I didn't know you had time to get your doctorate between championships," I joked, biting down on my lip to keep from screaming out in pain from the hydrogen peroxide.
He looked up at me and smirked his answer to my joke. I watched as he nimbly applied Neosporin to my cut and then taped some gauze around it. Then he placed his large hand over my wound and looked up at me. And I suddenly I felt rather vulnerable. He was looking at me with the deep blue eyes again, still clear and innocent.
"Oh, my gosh! Lora! What happened to you? Randy?" Casie had the best timing right now. I had no clue what had just happened to between Randy and I, but it could never happen again. I loathed the man. I could not give him the ammunition he needed to get to me. I stood up haugtily.
"I fell over during the turbulance and Randy caught me, but I cut my leg, but Randy was nice enough to fix me up, but I'm good now, so let's go Casie," and I brushed past him.
"Yes, well, try to be more careful next time," he called out behind me. I turned to look at him. He was back to the old Randy again. I saw all the old arrogance, smugness was back in his blue eyes. I sighed. I guess this was how it was going to be.
Thanks for reading! And remember, Casie is a made up Diva on my own part just to support Lora! K? anyways! Hoped ya liked it! Next chapter is going to be out soon!!
