For all of you that are following WWE Raw, you know that the Draft is coming up. =$ I'm worried. I'm worried about 3 people staying on Raw, Triple H (because I love him!!), John Cena, and of course, Randy Orton.
But if John or Randy gets drafted, I'm seriously considering ignoring the draft. I wanted to follow the show as best I could, as I have with Randy and Swagger (boo) but, it would just be too difficult to keep up with my plot with a main character on a different show, ie Smackdown. So, let us all pray that on April 26th, the Raw after Extreme rules that nothing earth-shattering happens! Keep your fingers crossed for Triple H, John and Randy to stay on RAW!!!
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Chapter 5- Friendships
Lora
I could never hate you. You're the one that hates me, remember?
His words had run through my head all weekend. It was now Saturday night, another non-televised house show in Boston. I had seen him several times, but he refused to look at me. I tried to talk to him, but I couldn't get near him without him slithering away. It was frustrating me. The more I thought about it, the less it made sense. He had to be the one to hate me. I didn't hate him.
But that's not true either. On either parts. I knew how Randy acted when he really hated someone. For instance, how he treats Jake. He's never treated me that way. He's only lashed out at me. And I knew I didn't hate Randy. I had told myself on many occasions that I couldn't stand him, and that I loathed the man. However, I knew that there was no truth to the words. I knew, deep down, that what Hunter had told me on my first day, about Randy was true. He was an arrogant jerk on the outside, but he did have his moments where I believed that he was a decent person. Like on the plane, in the hotel, in his locker room, and on the elevator. But, just like the "Viper" they call him, he changes so fast, it makes my head spin; biting at my already sore wounds.
Why was he pushing me away? I wondered. Because that is exactly what he was doing. He would show me his true self, and then snap his shields right back up. And it angered me. He's acting as if I had hurt him. The only thing I can think of is Jake. Randy absolutely hates Jake. But I've been using Jake to hurt Randy. And I think its led Jake to the wrong conclusion. I knew I had to end it soon. But a small part of me liked seeing the reactions from Randy. I liked to see that I could arouse an action from him. Because, let's face it, just him being in the room caused my whole being to react to him.
Casie and John had a tag team match tonight with Batista and the former Diva's champion, Maryse. Maryse was as tall as Casie, but couldn't be any different. She was as cold as she could be, with platinum blonde hair. Every now and then, in conversation, she would slip into fluent French, as if trying to intimidate her competitor. Basically, she thought all of herself, so she was a perfect partner for Batista.
I was so proud of Casie last time I had saw her in action. Well, she didn't really get to do much action, but she came out to protect John against Batista. That's why I was at ringside. I had never gotten to see Casie in her wrestler's attire, and I was excited. Jake had asked me to come watch his match and I had only said yes because I was going to be there anyways.
"Hey girl!" Casie said, scaring me out of my thoughts. I hadn't heard the door of the Titantron room open. I was setting up entrances for the wrestlers for the night. I liked to watch the matches at the non-televised events.
"Are you excited or what to be tagging with John?" I had been teasing her non-stop since I had found out about their new story romance. She stuck her tongue out at me, but I didn't fail to notice the blush that spread across her cheeks.
"I'm going to put Frenchie in her place!" and I giggled. I had never seen Casie angry at anyone, but she really didn't like Maryse. "Want to walk back to the locker room with me? And see John?"
"Sure, I'm just finishing up here," I said, writing a note, leaving right on top of the switchboard. I followed Casie out of the room. She had just finished telling me a funny story about John slipping on some of Randy's baby oil, and hitting his head, when I heard my name being called from behind us.
"Hey Lora!"
"Hey Jake, what's up?" I asked, biting my bottom lip. I really didn't want see him right now.
"I just wanted to talk to you for a minute," he was beating around the bush for something. Or about something. And it irritated me. I moved my eyes from his face to beyond his shoulders to keep from rolling them. Big mistake. I met the blue eyes of Randy. He was standing about fifteen feet behind Jake, and in good enough earshot to hear everything that he could say.
"Well, what is it?"
"I'm just letting you know that I'm going to take you out on a date tonight," Jake said, cocking his head back, smiling down at me.
Letting me know? What happened to even asking? Like I didn't even have a choice. I was so angry. Casie must've noticed, because she put a soothing hand on my shoulder.
"Jake, I--" but I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence, because there was a huge crash from behind us. I looked up to see that Randy had picked up several folded metal chairs and threw them across the hall.
"Randy!" I yelled, shocked. He didn't even look at me. He started stalking off down the opposite hallway. But Jake saw an opportunity. He ran after Randy, turning him around with his hand on his shoulder. Randy was ready however, and shoved him out of the way, into the wall. But instead of continuing the assault, he turned to walk away. But Jake was having none of it. He recovered fast, hopped up and attacked Randy from behind.
He had him on the ground in a bear-grip submission hold. Randy was grunting in pain. I ran to them, throwing my arms around Jake's thick neck. I threw scared eyes to Casie, and she took off running, and I hoped she brought back security, or better, I hope she brought back John.
"Get off of him!" I yelled. But he let go of Randy with one arm and threw me to the ground with the other. He regrouped his strength on Randy's middle and squeezed.
"Why do you care?" Jake yelled at me, with clenched teeth.
I stopped for a split second to think about that. Why did I care? Because I didn't hate Randy. I don't know what my feelings toward him were, but I knew that I couldn't stand Jake. Whenever he touched me, my skin crawled. But Randy, my skin did things around Randy, but it never crawled.
I looked around for helped, but Casie hadn't had any luck apparently. My eyes landed on the pile of metal chairs that Randy had just thrown not too long ago. I ran to them, picking one up. I looked back to the two men rolling on the floor. I ran back to them.
"Let go of him, Jake, I swear, I'll…" I will what? I will hit a man with a steel chair? I had to bite back a giggle that bubbled to the surface. I had imagined myself doing this, while I played pretend when I was little. This would be a lot funnier, if it wasn't so real.
"You won't do it baby," he sneered at me.
I saw the look in his eye. He didn't believe me. I couldn't see Randy's face, but, I didn't really need too. I could still hear him grunting in pain. It pushed me forward. I will never forget the sound a steel chair makes on the back of man. A very loud thud. Very distinct. But I couldn't believe that I had actually hit a man with a chair, so I dropped my defense weapon, with a loud clang. Randy lay groaning on his side, and Jake was writhing a little to the left of me. I heard heavy footsteps running to me from behind, and I was soon joined by John and Casie.
"What happened?" John asked, wide eyed, taking in the scene. Randy was getting to his knees; he'd yet to look at me. But Jake was quicker to recover. I hadn't struck him hard. I just wanted him off Randy.
"What was that for?" he yelled in my face, nose to nose. I saw John inching closer. But I wasn't backing down. I had had it with cocky men in this business.
"I told you to get off him, you didn't listen," I said simply, shrugging my shoulders.
I heard John and Casie gasp behind me. They must have figured out by now that I was the one that hit Jake with a steel chair.
"Yes, but you hate Orton!"
"No. I do not hate Randy Orton," I said each word slowly and clearly, making sure he heard them all. I turned to John and Casie.
"I'm going to the ring to watch ya'lls match okay? Good luck!" I said and began to walk off.
"Wait! Lora!" Jake called out.
"What?" I yelled. I was getting angry. I had just saved Randy's ass, and he hadn't looked at me, or said a word.
"What about our date?" He had to be kidding? I rolled my eyes. I couldn't help it.
"We need to talk. After the show." And I walked off.
oo
I enjoyed sitting by the ring. It was exciting. Watching all the action up close. Don't get me wrong, I love my Titantron room too, but there's not as many people relying on you when it's not Monday night Raw. I was having a nice conversation with the ring announcer before he had to get up to call the next match. It was John and Casie's
"Your time is up, my time is now
You can't see me, my time is now
It's the franchise, boy I'm shinin' now
You can't see me, my time is now!"
John's entrance never fails to pump up any crowd. Every member of the audience it seemed like were on their feet, screaming for him. He held up the championship belt and the crowd screamed louder. John saluted the crowd and ran and slid into the ring, where he waited for Casie, or Tamara. She ran into the ring with the fans cheering for her. She was a fan favorite. John watched as Tamara hopped up on the second turn-buckle and waved to the fans.
Then Batista came out, with his usual spotlight entrance, and waited on the outside for Maryse. And Maryse sashayed down the ramp to her pop-French-techno entrance music. Once inside the ring she did an overly-dramatic hair flip that was sure to cause neck problems later in life.
Tamara and Maryse started it out first. I was really excited to see Casie wrestle. She was my best friend, and I was happy to be out here to support her. Tamara caught her with a quick closeline and grabbed her up in a headlock. She was really good. But as good as she was, everyone gets taken by surprise, and soon Maryse had turned the tables.
But Maryse got the tag, while Tamara was lying in the middle of the ring. And John was standing over before Batista could even make it to the middle. However, Maryse had run around to the other side of the ring, got behind John turned him, and scratched at his eyes, temporarily blinding him.
I watched in horror as Batista man-handled Tamara up on his shoulders. She screamed, and tried to wiggle her way out of his grip. She managed to knee him in the cheek. But it only seem to anger him more. Finally he placed her how he wanted her. She was in a sitting position, with his head between her thighs, her legs draped down his back. He kind of jumped up a little before slamming her, back first, onto the ring. I watched her head hit the mat hard once before ricochetting once and slamming back to the mat a final time. She was knocked out completely the second time.
The referee rang the bell as a disqualification, as Batista fell to the mat and rolled out of the ring. John managed to clear his vision and noticed the carnage. I have never seen such anger on the face of John Cena. There was no incling of the man I knew on his face as he stared at Batista. Then he turned to Tamara. He walked to her and his knees gave way, slamming to the mat.
John picked her up by her shoulders, and pulled her into his lap, brushing her hair out of her face. This is what he had been afraid of, I thought. I stood up, and rushed to the side of the ring.
"John!" I screamed. I had to scream. Otherwise I wasn't sure he would hear me over the booing.
He looked up at me. My heart caught in my throat. I saw heartbreak in his eyes. He was holding her like a ragdoll. I felt the tears stinging my eyes.
"John, we need to get her to the back!" my voice cracked. He nodded as he lifted her dead weight over to the edge of the ring and slid down the floor. As carefully as he could, he picked Casie up bridal style, and we walked up the ramp. As soon as we got backstage, Randy was there.
"How is she?" he asked me, looking me dead in the eye. I felt a rush of joy seeing him there. He was in only his wrestling trunks, because he had a match in about half an hour. "I saw everything. Damn Dave."
I reached a hand out and clung to his forearm, even though he was already oiled up, and I couldn't stand the feel of baby oil on my skin. He walked with us as we followed John to the locker room with Casie.
"I don't know. She's knocked out, that's all I know."
"Hey, it's okay--" he began, but a voice interrupted him.
"Lora. I think it's time to talk about our date now."
I snapped. This guy was absolutely the most idiotic person I have ever met.
"Look. I have to apologize to you. It seems like I was leading you on, and you must have thought there was something between us. You make my skin crawl, no offense. We have nothing in common, and the thought of you touching me, well, let's just say, I've had better nightmares. But if you don't get out of my way right now, and let my see about my best friend, I will find something much worse than a steel chair, okay?" and I motioned for John to walk around Jake, and I noticed that Randy followed behind me.
oo
It was a long time before I was able to get back to the hotel. Casie, as it turns out, was going to be fine. She was just going to have some back pain for a few days and a massive headache. John wouldn't let her out of his sight, and was staying in her room tonight to make sure she wouldn't need anything.
I had dragged myself to my room, and got in the shower. My shoulders were tense from the whole events from the night, and a nice hot shower is what I need to relax me. I thought about Jake, and how I ended things with him. It wasn't exactly how I wanted to do it. I wanted to be nice about it. I wasn't a mean person, honest. But you couldn't prove by me, looking at my actions since I started working here. I sighed. Though it wasn't under the ideal circumstances, I was still glad it was over. I shuffled out of the bathroom and threw on the first shirt my hands found and brushed my wet hair, not bothering to dry it, and laid down.
It didn't seem like I had fallen asleep, but at 12:35AM, there was a knock at the door, that shot me out of bed. I was scared that it was going to be Jake. Who else would it be? I thought. I shuffled to the door; the sleep still in control of my body.
"Hello?" I tried to say through a yawn, as I called through the door.
"Lora? Can I come in?" a muffled voice said. I instantly recognized that voice. I opened the door.
"Randy?" I eyed him carefully. He was in his pajamas. Or, what he would like people to think are his pajamas. Because I know that he doesn't sleep in pants. I watched as he paced into the room, and I suddenly felt rather vulnerable. I didn't have any pants on. I didn't think about that when I answered the door. I just had on a shirt and panties.
"Randy, are you okay?" I asked, walking up to him, ignoring the blush caused by knowing that I was, once again, pantless in his presence.
"Wha-? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I just wanted to talk to you," he said.
I walked to the bed and sat down. "Well, let's talk."
"I--," he began, turning to me, but stopped, eyeing me. Then he smirked a little. I blushed more, and pulled my legs underneath me and pulled my shirt down over my knees.
"What?" I asked, holding my chin high.
"Nothing," he said, shaking his head. He walked over and sat next to me on the bed. "I wanted to come say, thank you. You know, for early. With the steel chair."
Randy Orton was appreciating me for something. I thought I might die from shock. Instead I just smiled at him.
"It's nothing. I owed you, once from the plane, which I never thanked you for, so thank you, and then again in the elevator."
Randy stared at me with those penetrating blue eyes. "I've also come to apologize."
I stared at him in confusion. "What for?"
"You have got to be kidding me? 'What for'? I have been nothing but a complete jerk to since you started working here Lora. And I apologize," he said, and I could hear the sincerity in his voice.
"Well, not a complete jerk," I joked, and he laughed.
"Well, that makes me feel better. I've also come here to propose a truce."
"A truce," I giggled and he nodded.
"If you stop pouring beer on my head and purposely dousing me with water, I'll stop making comments about you and Swagger."
I made a face. "What?" he asked.
"I am not dating Jake! Did you not hear what I said to him early? I meant it! The thoughts of him wanting to touch me make me gag, and I cannot take him seriously with that lisp! I would rather date…" I thought about it for a minute, "I'd rather date Ted DiBiase, and his annoying, money hungry attitude than him!"
"Oh, I did hear you early, I just wanted to hear you say it," Randy laughed. I gasped, and punched his shoulder. "Hey! What happened to our truce?"
"I don't believe that I had agreed to it yet! But now that I got that out of my system, I believe that I just might," I laughed at the pouting face of Randy. "Besides, I'm friends with your best friend and vice versa, and I think that they have a 'thing' for each other."
Randy smiled. "Yeah, I do too." He stood up from the bed and walked to the door, and I followed. "Now, I can't promise that I won't have moments where I slip and I'm a jerk."
I thought about that. Being Randy's friend vs fighting with him. I weighed the pros and cons. I silently made up my mind. I smiled up at him.
"Hey, we're not all perfect."
Randy cocked his head to the side as he looked at me and thought about that. "So, friends?"
I smiled. "Friends."
He went to close the door, but popped his head and smirked.
"Oh, you look perfect in my shirt, by the way." And he was gone.
I gaped after him. There was no way, I looked down, and sure enough, it was Randy's shirt from the first I had met him. I felt my cheeks flame with another blush.
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