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Chapter 3- 12 Angry Men

We landed at the Heathrow airport around 9PM and I was completely exhausted. I have never been able to sleep in anything that moves; in a car, in a bus, or, as it seems, in a plane. Casie hadn't slept much either, just dozed in and out. Randy seemed to go out of his way to ignore me, and that was just fine with me. I wanted it that way. I didn't want to be around him. Though, even as I thought it, somewhere in my stomach, I felt a nagging tug. It had to be because of the plan Casie and I had to basically torture Randy, using Jake. So, in fact, I was hurting two people. How did I get this way?

As me and Casie stood in line to grab our luggage, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I tensed. I don't know why he insists on staring at me, I thought. I turned to see that it wasn't Randy. I denied the rush of disappointment as I looked into the stormy grey-blue eyes of Jake. His lips pulled back over his too-white teeth, smiling at me.

"Hey there," he said. I had to fight the groan that was building up in my throat.

"Hi," I said, not really knowing what he wanted. My plan on the plane didn't go over the way it was supposed to, and I just kind of forgot about him after the turbulance and the run-in with Randy.

"Want to ride with me to the hotel? We never got to finish that chat on the plane," Jake said, and I definitely didn't like the tone of his voice. He had noticed my flirtatious attitude on the plane. Damn. I looked around and saw that Casie had gone off to collect her luggage and I looked back to Jake. I was stuck. I opened my mouth to answer him, when a heavy arm draped across my shoulders.

"There's my girl. Casie told me to come over here and get you, and bring you to the car with us. She wants us to hang out tonight," John Cena said, coming to my rescue. I looked up at him, and was so happy, I could have kissed him. I had a bad habit of kissing WWE Superstars, so I refrained, and just settled for a smile. I turned back to Jake to smile apologetically, when I saw Randy, forgetting to ignore me, standing behind Jake.

"I'm sorry. But maybe some other time, yeah?" I said loudly, putting my hand on his massive bicep. He ducked his head to look at my hand and then back at me, and smiled brightly.

"I'm going to hold you to it."

The thought scared me a little, and not in a good way. I dared a glance at Randy, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at Jake. And boy, if looks could kill, well, poor Jake. John steered me away with his arm around my shoulder. When we got out of earshot, John looked down at me.

"Hey, I'm usually a pretty good judge of character, but I thought better of you. For real? You flirting with the single-celled barbarian?" John chuckled. Which earned a groan from me. He withdrew his arm from around my shoulder and held up both his hands in surrender.

"Hey, I'm sorry!"

"No, don't be… You're right. But don't even ask why. Because the reasons don't even make sense to me."

He nodded, and smiled. "Hey, let's forget about it. Let's go find Casie and get to the hotel and have some fun, okay?"

I nodded, and he draped his arm around my shoulder again, and we headed to the car.

oo

"So, how have you liked the business so far?" John asked, tossing me a beer, Bud Light. I was a little anxious about anything alcoholic since the last time I had drank. I popped the top, and just sipped it a little. It did easy my nerves the slightest bit.

"Well, I am looking forward to the show tomorrow!" I exclaimed. Which I was. I was like a little kid again. I had loved wrestling when I was little. And watched it a good long while, but I just sort of drifted off. "I used to watch it when I was little, and I mean little, like 10. Back in the Sting, WCW, Stone Cold Steve Austin, and The Rock days. I'm just sad that I missed Shawn Michaels before I got hired. I absolutely loved him and D Generation X--" I shut up. I was rambling. I took a sip of my beer. "Sorry, I get a little over excited about the old days."

John and Casie laughed on the opposite bed, and just shook their heads in amusement. John looked different. He looked relaxed. Like he didn't have to be on guard of any attacks from anything, anything upsetting here in this room. Unlike the first time I met him, the room had been tense, and I knew that neither John, Randy nor Dave had let their guard down around each other. Now, I know Randy and John are best friends, but Batista had feuds going on with both men. But here, in this room, he was just John. I smiled. He was nice, and it would be nice to have the WWE champion on my side.

A hard knock resounded throughout the room and John slid off the bed and opened the door.

"Hey man, what's up?" a deep voice said. I froze. How could I be so stupid? This was John Cena's hotel room. His best friend was Randy Orton. Why wouldn't he visit him? Damn. I looked to Casie with scared, frightened eyes. She looked pretty much the same way. John stepped back to let Randy in, and his eyes met mine, and he stopped dead.

"Oh, I didn't know you had company… I'll just come back later," Randy backtracked, but I stood up.

"No, you don't have to go. I'll leave,"I all but begged, and tried to side-step Randy to get to the door; which was difficult. Randy takes up a lot of room, which is not all that bad of a thing. But John caught me by the elbow, pulling back into the room, and bumping me into Randy at the same time. I looked up to see Randy looking anywhere but at me. His jaw was clenched and I could see his muscles flexing just underneath the skin.

"Nonsense. You both stay. Let's play a game!" John said enthusiastically. I groaned inwardly, and was steered back to the bed by John's hand. I huffed a little as I sat down by Casie. I finished my first beer and he handed me another and tossed one to Randy. I wasn't entirely comfortable with this situation. I pulled my legs up underneath me and sat Indian style on the bed and waited for John to start the game.

"So," John said, "the name of the game is 'Never-Have-I-Ever?'" Randy groaned. Apparently he was forced into playing with him before. John looked at his best friend and smirked.

"What? Don't be dick in the mud just because this game gets you trashed. Not my fault I'm the angel and you're a man-whore," John said, and puffed his chest out. I had to choke back my laughter. I eyed up Randy, and saw that he was fighting back a smirk himself. He smacked John in the back of the head. Hard.

"If you're an angel, than I'm a virgin." At that Casie spewed her drink she had been drinking all down her front. And I couldn't hold it. I laughed. The look on Casie's face was priceless. Soon we were all laughing and it felt good. Like this had happened before. Like this could happen all the time.

Here's the thing, playing a game of "Never-Have-I-Ever?" with a group of people you barely know is very amusing. I got to know a lot about the things that Casie, John and Randy have done. John kept picking very odd sexual things, just to get Randy to drink. As it turns out Randy has fooled around on each continent save both the North and South Pole, and John didn't fail to make a fallic joke there. Casie has broken into someone's house before, because she knew them, stealing some of their stuff as revenge. And John has never taken a nude picture of himself before, but just because he doesn't want them circling around the interent.

"Oh!" John said, throwing his hand in the air. "I got another one for Randy!" Casie and I laughed at the hurt look on Randy's face.

"Why are you always so mean to me?" he pouted. Casie and I collasped into giggles. John chuckled from his spot on the floor, next to Casie's legs. I didn't know when he gotten on the floor, but he was now propped up on the side of the bed, laying his head on her knee.

"I'm just trying to get you drunk," he confessed.

"You want in my pants!"

"Ah, but you don't wear pants," John corrected, motioning towards his cargo shorts.

"You caught me. So, you want in my underwear?" Randy asked, scrunching his nose up.

"I'm not sure about the turn of our relationship yet Randy," John warned, but the corners of his mouth were tugging upwards. Soon he was keeled over in laughter.

"Can you just get on with the next one?" Casie asked, trying to contain her giggles.

"Yes, ma'am. Okay, never have I ever slept with someone the first time I met them."

We all laughed as Randy just turned up his drink and just drained it. He smashed the can with his hand and tossed it across the room, ringing the trash can. Casie squirmed next to me, and I looked over at her and saw that she was raising her hand.

"Casie?!" I was shocked. And apparently so was everyone else. Randy was looking at her with sort of an impressed gaze in his eye, and John was just shocked.

"Spill," I said. "Or… only if you want too," I added, being polite.

"Well, there's really nothing to tell. It was during college, and it was New Years, and I just got caught up in the moment, and the alcohol didn't help either. I woke up the next day and hated myself for doing that, and haven't done something like that since," Casie explained, shrugging her shoulders, as if it wasn't that big of a deal to her anymore. I envied her.

"Okay, next," John said.

"Wait a minute, Lora didn't drink," Randy said. I felt Casie tense next to me. My heart automatically picked up tempo and shot through the roof. Why? Why did he have to do this? We were having such a good time.

"What?" John said, not catching on. He didn't know what Casie, Randy and I knew.

"Lora. The point of the game is to drink if you have done something someone else hasn't," his voice slithered down my spine. I just stared into his eyes. I felt my blood beginning to boil as he taunted me. My hand started squeezing the fresh beer in my hand. But I kept my mouth clamped shut. I wasn't going to utter a word about that night again, except what I had to Casie.

"C'mon, Randy, leave her alone," John said, sitting back up on the bed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Randy was getting back at me for earlier with Jake. I knew it. I just didn't know why he cared. Why wouldn't he just let it go? I felt the moisture in my eyes welling up, and that just made me even angrier; that he could make tears come to my eyes.

"No, answer the question Lora," Randy pressed, his eyes bearing into mine. Something inside me snapped. I stood to my feet and stepped over to the bed where Randy sat.

"You want an answer?" I purred.

I didn't give him time to answer before I poured the contents of my beer over his head, smashing the can with my hand, making sure that he gets the beer bath he deserves. I heard the gasps from Casie and John behind me, but I was too angry right now to care. He jumped up and took his shirt off, using the inside to dry his eyes. I think he was either too angry or too shocked to say anything to me or do anything to me. I turned on my heel and stalked towards the door, and swung it open hard. I stopped before leaving.

"Go to hell, Orton," and slammed the door shut behind me.

oo

The next day at the arena, I had to meet with Vince first thing, so I decided to dress nice for my first day on the job. I tried to let the whole fiasco from last night go, but it was hard. I hadn't had to see Randy again, but I worked with him, there was going to be a point in my day where we were going to be in the same room.

I went with a teal, knee-length A-symmetrical knit skirt and a black baby doll style cotton shirt, with some cork wedge shoes. Casie and I rode to the arena together in the rental car she had ordered before we arrived. It was a relatively silent drive. I'm sure she was still thinking of last night. I knew I wasn't going to get away without talking, and sure enough, as soon as we parked in the deck, she turned to me.

"How are you doing?" Her eyes etched in concern.

"I'm fine, I promise. I've forgotten about it," which wasn't a total lie, I was really trying too.

"Lora. That was horrible thing he did, and he needs to be castrated, and I want you to know that I am here for you if you need to talk, cry, scream, or go find him and beat the holy hell out of him."

I stared at her. I didn't know wheither to laugh or to cry. So I just smiled and hugged her tight to me.

"Thank you. That really means a lot," I said. And I meant it.

But we had to part ways. She wasn't wrestling tonight, but she still had to go to the Diva's locker room. And I had my meeting with Vince McMahon. But just like it was in St. Louis, I had no clue where I was going. On my first day and everything. They hadn't even given me an office number. I rounded the corner and ran smack into one of my wrestling favorites. Triple H, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, or his real name Paul Lévesque. His shirt looked a size too small and he was wearing a pair of light jeans and some boots.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, blushing just at the sight of him. I adored him. One half of D Generation X. The King of Kings. The Cerebral Assassin. I tried to look anywhere but at him, tried to find my way, but my eyes kept going to back to him.

"Oh, no worries, sweetheart," he said. "Do you need any help?"

"Um, this is kind of embarrassing. This is my first day here, and I'm supposed to have a meeting with Mr. McMahon, but I'm not sure what office number he is in, no one told, and I don't know where to go." God, I sounded like a dork. He chuckled.

"I was headed that way, I'll take you," Paul or Hunter or Triple H said. These mulitple names were confusing. I didn't know what he would want to be called by. So, I just chewed my lip instead.

"So, what brings you to the WWE?" he asked, and I described my new job and what I would be doing. He nodded.

"I must say, that you're going to be a right sight better on the eyes than the old head music tech," Hunter joked. I had settled on Hunter. I was more comfortable saying that, and I'm sure he was okay with anything.

"Oh really?" I asked, laughing. "I guess that makes this day a bit better."

"What do you mean?" His brows knitted together.

"Let's just say, that I don't get along with certain superstars around here," and as if on cue, Randy walked in front of us, about thirty feet away, but he still caught my attention. He didn't notice me, thank goodness. However, Hunter did notice my line of sight.

"Ah, well, something you have to know about Randy is that, while being arrogant and a jackass on the surface, he really can be an alright guy underneath," Hunter reasoned.

I scoffed. I knew I was being childish, but didn't I have a right to be right now? Well, I thought so anyways. Hunter laughed.

"He'll come around, I promise." And I just stared in the eyes, trying to deny the part of me that hoped he was right. "Well, let's get you to Vince, before he has a cow."

I had to smother my laughter.

oo

Within the next hour, I was sitting next to a man that had to be in his seventies. He was the previous Head of Musical Sound Check. He had run me through all the procedures of how to prep the superstars' music, and check the vibrations throughout the arena, and how they would affect the cameras and microphones and everything else that I was in charge of. It turns out I was in charge of several different departments. Like the department that managed Titantron and the department that managed the musical entrance/exit cues. It was almost endless. But as long as each department was in working order, I had nothing to do, which I wasn't happy with. The old Head said that he usually ran the Titantron and musical cues, when he wasn't too tired, just to keep busy. I thought that would be fun, so I planned on doing that tonight.

I sighed. I was having a pretty good first day at work. For one, David Hasselhoff was hosting. I couldn't believe it. I actually passed him in the hallway, and when he smiled at me, I just busted out into giggles. I had gone to visit Casie, because it was still an hour before Raw was scheduled to air. And since she had nothing else to do, she joined me in my travels around the arena. Basically, she took me on a meet and greet. I met a bunch of gorgeous and handsome faces, but it was going to take a while to get the names straight, especially the ones with two different names. Casie joined me in the Titantron room, and was enjoying herself, helping me set up for Raw.

I was about to close the door to the room, when Jake walked through the door. I was caught off guard and he took that for surprised pleasure; so he smiled at me. I could hear Casie stifling her giggles behind me.

"Just the woman I was looking for," he said. I didn't like the way he said "woman". It creeped me out.

"What do you need Jake?" I asked. I was annoyed. Raw started in ten minutes. I didn't have time for this.

"I just wanted to let you know in the main event tonight… you do know what the main event is don't you?"

"No, I haven't looked yet; all the superstars' entrances were already pre-programmed. I just have to get them going. But what does this matter?" I was losing my patience fast.

"It's Randy Orton vs. Dave Batista," he said, and cold chill shivered through me. That cold man, that big man, that vicious looking man, was going to be fighting Randy tonight?

"But why does this have anything to do with you?"

"All in good time, honey. What I need you to do is have my music ready. You'll know when to play it," he said, with a sinister look in his eye. The tone of his voice gave me goosebumps. And I didn't like it. Not one bit. "Can you handle that?"

Excuse me? I thought. Who did he think he was? I was already on edge anyway, so I sort of snapped.

"I believe so, but if you don't think so, you can go tell Vince McMahon, the man who signs your paychecks, that you don't think he made the right decision in hiring me," and I motioned him out of the room.

When I returned to my seat, Casie had an amused look on her face, "What?" I said.

"He loves you!" she cooed.

"Oh, shut up!" I smirked at her and hit her shoulder.

The night was running smoothly. I was happy. This is the best job I had ever had in my life. I enjoyed everything about it. I loved working with the music aspect of it, I loved the people, save that one person, and getting to stare at guys being half naked isn't half bad either.

Soon it was the main event. I pressed the right button, and heard it.

"I hear voices in my head
They council me
They understand
They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you
They talk to me, they talk to me"

I watched as Randy stalked to the ring, covered in a thick layer of baby oil. It was a wonder he just didn't slip through the grip of the challenger. I had to admit, he had a good screen presence. I was getting caught up in watching him and if it wasn't for Casie, nonchalantly, clearing her throat, I would have forgotten to start Batista's music.

"Lora, you need to load Jake's music," Casie reminded me.

"I know, but, ugh, yea, okay. It's not up to me to stick my nose in. I just have a bad feeling about this."

Okay, so I had to admit it. At first, I was a little excited to see Randy wrestling. I had never seen him in a match before. At first he started out alright but, something happened, and he got distracted or something, and Batista took control.

I felt like the smallest person on the planet. I know that getting beat up like this is their job, but just, I don't know, seeing Randy take a beating like this, after the horrible way I have been treating him made me feel horrible. Now, I'm not forgiving him. I'm just saying two wrongs doesn't make a right.

However, soon Randy turned it around. And I was getting into the match. I watched his methodical movements and crafty changes, and was just in awe at his agility. I almost screamed out loud when he connected with what Casie told me was an "RKO", which was his finishing move.

But it was a short lived moment, because out of nowhere, Jake, or "Jack Swagger", came and grabbed Randy up by the waist.

NO!

I watched in horror as he superplexed Randy leaving him barely moving in the ring, staring down at him like a piece of trash. I was close to tears. How could he do that? That wasn't even his match! And from the look on Randy's face, before the superplex, I don't think anyone told him that they had planned this.

"Lora, his music. Jake's music." I barely heard Casie's words. I don't remember pressing the button. I don't remember hearing his music play. All I remember is Randy lying in the ring; in pain.

Then, all of a sudden, John comes out of no where, knocking Jack Swagger out, and put Batista into a submission hold. I watched as he held it there until Batista passed out. And I couldn't help but feel a little happy, after watching the carnage he just put Randy through. And as I shuffled through the previous songs from the night, as John had already had a match, and played his music for him, I watched as trainers practically carried Randy back to the locker room.

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