Okay, so, again, if you follow Raw, this next chapter isn't going to follow this Monday's episode (April, 19th 2010) to a "T". As you may all know, or don't know (lol I have no idea), that the whole Raw roster, besides Triple H, were stranded in Europe because of volcanic ash in the air. And all of Monday night Raw was taken over by Smackdown superstars. I didn't like that at all, but what are you going to do. You can't fight Mother Nature. However, fiction can. So, I'm going to right Raw my way. I'm going to keep some of the same matches from Raw the same, but I had already written that the guys had already flown home. Oops.
So, you'll notice some changes, and some things staying the same. I'm sorry for getting so off track with the show! Don't hold it against me! lol
Chapter 6-
I woke up to a loud pounding on the door. I groaned. I much prefered my alarm clock to loud fist bangs. I shuffled to the door, to be greeted by John. He noticed my appearance and chuckled.
"Nice hair." I rolled my eyes. Must he and his best friend wake me from my sleep? It was very precious to me.
"What's up John? Why are you here so early?" I mumbled, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
"Well, it's not really early. It's close to ten," he laughed. Oh, I thought. Thick curtains can be decieving. "I was just on a wake up call to let you know that we're driving to New Jersey a day early. I haven't really had a good work out session in a while, and I'm in need of one."
Right. Raw was tomorrow night. I wasn't looking forward to the four hour car ride crammed into the backseat. I groaned inwardly. I nodded to him, trying to mask the yawn that was building up.
"I could always ask Swagger to come along and keep you company?" he offered. But once he saw the look of horror and out right indignance on my face, he lost it. He barked out laughter and turned to walk away. "Be ready in, say, an hour and a half?" and he was gone.
I decided against a shower, instead, throwing my long hair into a messy ponytail. I changed out of Randy's shirt and packed it away. I still couldn't believe that I had brought it with me. And I that I had failed to notice it was his. He hadn't though. I still remembered the look on his face when he left last night. He looked… satisfied. I know it should have made me angry, but I didn't have it in me. I decided to just ignore the feelings my body had when I was around him. To ignore the way he looked at me with those intense blue eyes. We had just decided to be friends, and I wasn't going to screw anything up, and have us ending up at each other's throats again.
I changed into pink tank top and a pair of black shorts. I decided against tennis shoes, and wore my favorite pair of black flip flops. I packed the rest of my bags and lugged them to the elevator and rode it down to the lobby. As I left the elevator, my shoe bag slipped off my shoulder, causing me to loose grip of my other bags and suitcase. It fell to the floor with a loud bang, and the straps of my other bags scraped my skin harshly, as it teamed up with gravity in the race down my arms.
"Shit," I mumbled, cursing myself for having to pack so much stuff. I hitched my purse up on my shoulder and started grabbing at bag straps. Before I could reach for the handle of my heavy suitcase, a tattooed arm came in my line of view, and pulled it up vertical. I craned my head to look up at Randy. He smirked down at me, eyeing all my bags.
"Looks like you could use some help?" I huffed and stood up, nearly off balance.
"That depends. Are you offering?" I asked, already having to readjust the straps on my shoulders. I should have gotten a luggage cart, I thought. Randy rolled his eyes, and took two of my bags from me and my suitcase, leaving me with only a small bag and my purse. He started walking to the parking lot, somehow managing both of my bags, and my suitcase, along with his suitcase. I scurried off after him.
"Really, Randy, you don't have to carry all of my bags," I felt bad. I could have managed somehow without piling my burden on him. He cocked his head to look at me and smiled.
"Don't worry about it. I have enough muscle and stamina for it," he said, as his smile turned to a smirk. This time I smirked as well.
"Yes, well, I can see that. How else can you tote around an ego like that all day?" I said, laughing at the sudden pout on his face. "Aw, I'm sorry! I meant, yes, you have the biggest muscles I have ever seen, and I can not believe that you are able to carry my entire luggage. I just don't see how it's humanly possible to be as masculine as you."
"See, now, you're finally seeing the light," and Randy busted out into laughter. I haven't heard him laughing like that since the hotel when we had played that game with John and Casie. I finally spotted the rental SUV, and I suddenly thought of something. How was Randy getting to New Jersey?
"So, how are you getting to New Jersey?" I asked. I could see Casie and John packing their bags in the trunk.
"I was going to ride with Ted," he said.
"Well, you could ride with us if you wanted too? Since we don't avoid each other like the plague anymore, and you and John are best friends. I don't want to come between you two."
Randy looked at me with an amused glint in his eye. "The plague?"
I rolled my eyes. "You know what I mean, Randy. Our 'truce'. Your idea? Remember?"
"Of course I remember last night," he said, his voice taking an odd tone that caused goosebumps to errupt over my skin. "Well, go ask John if I can."
"Why don't you?" I argued. What did it matter?
"Because, I'm not inviting myself. It's rude," he smirked. I stared at him. Really? I rolled my eyes and huffed as I broke stride from him and sped up to John and Casie. Casie noticed me first and smiled, but I assumed she saw Randy behind me, and she elbowed John, and I heard him grunt as he looked to Casie and then to me. But his eyes also found Randy. He looked guarded, as if he was expecting an argument. And who could blame him with mine and Randy's track record.
"Hey guys," I said, placing my one bag that I had on the ground. I casually looked over my shoulder to see that Randy was barely even walking towards us. He wasn't going to make this easy.
"Hey," Casie said. "Where's your other bags?"
"Um," I said. God, I sounded stupid. "Randy is helping me." I motioned behind me, and they both looked to see Randy with the extra baggage. "And I was wondering… Well, Randy and I, kind of called a truce between us, and have agreed to be friends. And I know that makes things easier on you two. So, I was wondering, if it would be all right, if he rode with us to New Jersey?"
They both looked at me with wide eyes. I shrank under their stares. Was it really that hard to believe that Randy and I could be friends?
"Really?" Casie and John said at the same time. I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes at my friends. This must be a very hard concept to accept. I nodded. John smiled.
"Hell yeah, Randy can ride with us!" he said, and then he looked over my shoulders. "HEY ORTON! Get over here, or I'll pants you on the next Raw where everyone gets a glimpse of your "viper". Or, should I say, your inch worm?" John put his hand on his chin in thought.
Randy came up and slapped him on the back of the head, sending his baseball cap to the ground.
"The more jokes you make about what's in my pants, the more I know you dream about wanting to be in my pants." I laughed and began loading my luggage into the car, with Randy's help.
"Nah, if I wanted a real man, I'd call the Big Show," John laughed, and Randy pretended to swoon. I mocked-gagged at him, causing Casie to bust out laughing. Randy looked over at me.
"Seriously, have you seen his shoe size?" he asked, playfully raising his eyebrows at me. I went to open my mouth to retort, but Randy help up his hands. "And don't give us that 'Size doesn't matter, honestly'." Casie and I laughed harder as we got into the SUV. Casie climbed into the front with John, and I was in the back with Randy.
"No one's ever had to tell me that," John said proudly, pulling out of the parking lot. Was it me, or did Casie just blush? I smiled to myself.
"Yes, well, that's just because everyone is afraid to tell you the truth," Randy shot back, smirking at him. I had to duck my head to keep John from seeing me laughing. Once I composed myself, I looked back over to Randy.
"I wasn't going to say that size doesn't matter. But, as I'm sure Casie would agree, there is a definiate cut-off point." Why was fighting the blush that threatened at my face? Was it because I was talking a certain body part size with a man that I had been in bed with? Not to mention the fact that I couldn't remember any of it. Sometimes I wished I could. After all the hell we had put each other through in the past week and half, I would have like to known what it was for.
Stop, I told myself. This was not the time or place for an internal conversation like this. Fortunately no one seemed to notice that I had floated off into my own world momentarily, and they were still laughing at what I had said.
"I do agree with Lora. A requirment and cut-off point." She looked back at me, and as soon as our eyes met, we collapsed into giggles.
"Can we stop talking about cut-off points?" John asked, scrunching his nose up. "It sounds rather painful." And I felt Randy shiver beside me, which made me laugh even harder.
And that's how the ride was; we went from crude jokes, to singing loudly to anything Casie shuffled through on her iPod, to just talking. It was like the night in the hotel. Except this time, I wasn't afraid that Randy was going to lash out. We were friends now. So, the four of us were having the best time. Until about hour two of the trip. We started to run out of energy. Casie actually fell asleep in the front seat, but only because of pain medication she had taken for her backaches. I was getting a little drowzy myself, and I piveted in the seat, kicking off my flip flops, and placed my feet in the middle between Randy and me. I laid my head on the head rest and closed my eyes, but I couldn't get comfortable. I turned a different way, sat there for a minute, before getting frustrated and changed positions again. I did that about five times before Randy looked over at me.
"Why don't you just lie down?" he asked.
"I can't really do that, when you're sitting right there," I griped, sounding like I was two years old. I saw him smirk at me, and reach into the back and pulled out a small black pillow that was filled with beads. He handed it to me, and I just stared at him, until he grabbed me by my ankles, and pulled my legs into his lap. I glared at him, mainly for not warning me, and I threw the pillow behind my head, trying to get comfortable.
It was an awkward feeling, my feet being in his lap. I was just thankful that I had recently painted my toenails, and that I shaved my legs in my shower last night. He had his hands resting on my ankles, staring out of the window. I turned on my side and layed my head in the pillow, and I smelled his cologne. This must be his plane pillow, I thought. I was instantly sleepy. My lids were so heavy that I didn't try to keep them open.
"Thank you," I tried to say, but it was jumbled mess through the sleep. The last thing I heard was him chuckle and a soft squeeze of my ankle.
oo
I walked to Casie's hotel room that night after my shower. John was there, stretched out on the bed, flipping through the TV channels. When we had gotten to New Jersey, we had had a meeting with Vince McMahon about the Raw tomorrow night. Randy didn't have a match, and John was fighting Batista. And Casie was getting to call out Maryse.
I watched as Casie did some stretches on the floor, trying to ease some of the tension in her back. But I saw the grimaces of pain on her face.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright, challenging Maryse tomorrow?" I asked. I didn't want her to get any more hurt than she already was. I could punch Dave Batista in the face. If I had the choice to hit anyone with a steel chair, it would be him.
Casie rolled her eyes at me. "You sound like John."
I looked over at John and noticed that he kept throwing Casie worried glances, but wouldn't say anything. Casie must have already gotten to him.
"That's a bad thing?" I asked. "Look, we're just worried about you, that's all."
Casie's face softened at me, and smiled. "I know, but trust me. I could have a broken arm, and still beat Frenchie." I laughed at her. For someone so docile, she had an unbelieveble temper. And she was itching to get some kind of revenge from the other night.
oo
I was sitting in the Titantron room, loading all the music I would need for the night. Some of the Smackdown stars were "invading" Raw, and I had to find their files. I was just loading the last song when I heard the door creak open from behind me.
"I'm bored," a voice said. I smiled as I turned around to see Randy leaning against the door frame.
"I'm sorry," I said, turning my head back to the switchboard, making sure everything was correct before Raw began. "But how am I going to help with that?"
He pulled up a seat next to me and watched me work. "Entertain me."
"As much as I would like to, I just don't know how I would explain to the Big Show why he needs to go to your hotel room."
"You hang around John too much," he commented, staring at me.
"Why, thank you!" I laughed, as a countdown came on the screen, counting down the seconds before Raw started. "You could hang out here for a while?" I offered.
Randy cocked his head to the side in thought. "Hmm, you or the Show? That's tough one…"
I smacked his shoulder, as he laughed hard at the look on my face.
"You know, sometimes, I really wonder about you," I said, looking him in the eye, trying to keep a straight face.
And Raw was underway, with Randy at my side. We watched on as Hunter, or Triple H, came out to start Raw off. And then one of my favorites from when I used to watch it, Rey Mysterio, came out to his aid when he was attacked by CM Punk, and the Straight Edge Society of Smackdown.
"Now, he," I said, "is one of my favorite wrestlers. I used to watch him, well, back when I watched wrestling."
Randy looked at me in surprise. "You used to watch wrestling?" I nodded. "And I'm not one of your favorites?" he pouted.
"Well, you weren't really on when I watched it. I was really little when I was into it."
He nodded, and smirked at me. I rolled my eyes at him, and turned my attention back to my job. I couldn't afford to have him distract me. I watched as wrestlers came and went from the ring. I cued their music and their videos, and watched them perform for the crowd. Soon, John came out, and I couldn't imagine the crowd getting any louder. John didn't run out like he usually did. He just walked out, and walked straight to the ring. No emotion, no fist pumps to the crowd. Earlier in the show, they had shown footage of what Batista had done to Tamara, and this is why John was out here now.
But when I played Batista's music, I kept having to loop it over and over. I looked to Randy, and he looked just as confused as I did. Soon, I just stopped it after the third loop, because I didn't know what else to do. People booed and John stood in the ring, fuming. Batista didn't show up, the gutless coward.
Just then, my phone vibrated as I received a text message. It was from Casie.
Cue my music.
And I did, and I watched as Casie walked slowly to the ring, not showing off for the crowd as per her usual. She joined John in the ring, and reached for a microphone.
"Maryse, get your bony little butt down here right now!" and the crowd screamed for Tamara.
I looked over at Randy and smiled. He chuckled and watched as I cued Maryse's music. She did her usual sashay down the ramp, and in the ring. She already had a microphone in her hand, and threw her other hand in Casie's face. John had gone to one corner of the ring, to enjoy the sight before him.
"You have the gall to call me out?" Maryse laughed. "I'm surprised you're walking, let alone able to be here tonight."
Tamara ran her free hand through her hair, and then stretched her arm out. "You want me so bad. Here I am. If you think you can take me, come and get me!"
Maryse laughed in her face, and I saw the look on Casie's face, and I knew that she was about to go off script. Suddenly Maryse was on the mat, with Tamara on top, and she was slamming her head into the ring by the two full hands of hair. I stared wide-eyed and open mouthed, as Tamara started slapping her across the face. John ran across the ring, and pulled Tamara off of Maryse. As soon as Maryse was free, she scrambled from the ring, glaring back at Tamara. She just stretched both arms out, still being held back by John, welcoming her to come get some more.
"Damn," Randy said. "Remind never to get on her bad side." And I made the mental note to do the same. I met his eye, and we exchanged identical looks. I forced myself to look back to my papers, to see whose song to play next. I groaned. I felt Randy's eyes on me as he rolled his chair even closer, looking over my shoulder.
"Prick."
"Randy!" I exclaimed and slapped his shoulder. He looked at me with wide, innocent eyes.
"What? You hit the man with a chair, and I can't call him a 'prick'?" he smiled, closing his eyes. I could almost see him reliving that moment. He had a point, a part of me thought.
I rolled my eyes at him as I started Jake's music. I decided to let that go. Tonight, Jake was facing one of my all time favorite wrestlers. The Undertaker. I was as giddy as I used to be as a child. And of course, the Undertaker was planned to win. But the kick was, Jake didn't know who his competetor was. All he knew was that he was calling out a superstar, one would answer, and he would lose. It was Randy's idea that he shouldn't know his opponent. And I thought it only fair, seeing as Randy didn't know he was going to be attacked by Jake in his match against Batista.
I smiled to myself as I held my hand over the button, not really listening to words spewing from Jake's mouth. I could feel my fingers tingling, and as silly as it sounded, I got a thrill knowing I was about to release the "Dead Man", the "Phenom". Randy saw the look on my face, and my hand hovering over the button like I was practicing for a game show, and chuckled.
"Let me guess, the Undertaker is another one you favorites?" but before I could answer, Jake said his cue line, and I slammed my hand down on the button.
There was loud church bell bong, and I barely saw the look of shock on Jake's face before the lights went out. The creepiest, slow-moving and moaning music echoed throughout the arena. Fog machines were in full effect, covering the stage and billowing down the ramp, as blue lights were shined into it, giving it a scary glow. Slowy, from the left entrance, a tall man, with a hooded, floor-length, sleeveless coat, seem to glide into the arena. I wanted to get up and scream with the rest of the twelve-year olds in the audience, but I'd rather not embarrass myself. So, I contented myself to a barely contained squeal of delight. I heard Randy chuckle at me, but I could really careless at this point. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. And I knew Randy was about to enjoy seeing Jake battle, and lose to the Undertaker.
And he did. But Swagger put up a good fight. I was on my seat the entire time. I watched as Jake tried, but failed to pin the Undertaker time after time. Finally, after about twenty minutes, the Undertaker caught Swagger by the throat, and lifted him up and slammed him to the mat in a chokeslam. That was it. He did one last move, his signature "Tombstone", where he lifted Jake up, and turned him upside down, and slammed him back down. And one, two, three the Undertaker had beaten Jack Swagger. I had to admit, I was a little happy that the smug look was beaten off his face.
"I'm glad I came here," Randy said, bringing me from my thoughts. "Watching you watching wrestling is rather entertaining." I made a face at him as I started the ending songs that would repeat until the arena was cleared.
"Were you like that when I wrestled Dave last week?" he mused. "I bet you enjoyed seeing him beat the crap out of me." I smirked at him a little.
Three days ago, I would have told him "Yeah, I loved seeing you get the hell beat out of you, and would love to see it again," but I knew that wasn't the truth. And isn't that what friendship is about, telling the truth to each other?
"No. I didn't really." I looked him in the eye. He raised one eyebrow at me, and then smiled.
"C'mon, let's go find Casie and John," he stood up and held the door open for me.
Maybe this friendship with Randy Orton was going to be a lot easier than I thought.
Thanks for reading! Again, I'm sorry for straying from this Monday's Raw, but it was rather boring besides the undertaker/swagger match. Next Monday is the draft! Again, remember to pray for Randy, John and Triple H to remain on RAW!!!
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