Chapter 11- Sweet Home Alabama
I sat at my switchboard in the titantron room, getting ready for a show. I was so busy, swamped with music I needed to load, that I didn't hear the door behind me sneak open. Nor did I hear it shut. But I did notice when a pair of arms circled around my waist. My heart stopped in fright, until I heard a voice that soothed my fears.
"Hey beautiful." It was Randy. I spun the seat around the look at him. He had a match in half an hour, he shouldn't be in here. He was already dressed for it, wearing only his wrestling trunks and oiled up in his infamous layer of baby oil. My body was instantly drawn to him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, casting a glance around. "We both have jobs to do."
"So?" Randy shrugged his shoulders. He pulled me up out of my seat, and into his embrace. "Are you going to tell on me?"
I opened and closed my mouth several times, trying to come up with a clever answer. My real answer was no; I would never do anything that would take him away from me. Especially not when he was looking at me like that, with those smokey blue eyes.
"Of course not, but I will make you leave. Need I remind you, you have a match in thirty minutes?" I pointed to my wrist, even though I wasn't wearing a watch. Randy cocked an eyebrow at me and grasped my hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it. Then he turned it over and kissed the palm of my hand. I felt my heart pick up speed, as it usually does when his lips are involved.
Randy released both of my hands, but grabbed my head and tilted it back. He leaned, and began placing kisses along my collarbone, and trailed his lips across my visible chest and up my neck. My breath was becoming short and shallow now, and I could feel my knees getting weak. I felt assure the only thing holding me up was Randy's hands.
"Isn't this a lot better than flipping switches?" he whispered, brushing his lips against the sensitive skin right below my ear. I was losing control, and I could feel it. I was easliy forgetting that we were both at work, and there were thousands of people surrounding us. Soon, none of that would matter. All that would matter was the warmth that was spreading from my very center all over my body.
I felt his hands guide my face, and I was looking into his eyes. One look was all it took, and I threw myself into his arms. And not a moment too soon, because the second Randy held tightly to me, my knees buckled completely. Our lips worked together in perfect time, matching each other's move. I moaned happily into his mouth, and tried to melt my body to his more. Then Randy was moving and the next thing I knew I had my back pressed against the wall, and he had lifted me off of the floor, and wrapped my legs around his waist.
"The door," I gasped, barely able to use my voice, "is… it locked?" Randy nodded, and pulled my lips back to his.
My head was spinning. The only thing I knew was Randy. The only thing I could feel was Randy. I felt when one of his hands played with the hem of my shirt before slipping beneath the surface. I felt when his hand caressed my stomach. Then I was overcome with the need to have both of his hands have the liberty to do as they please. I broke apart from him, and gestured towards the shirt. He didn't have to be told twice. With one hand, he took hold of my shirt and pulled it up over my head.
As my bare back touched cold cement wall, I tightened my legs out of response, and received a groan from Randy. He leaned over me, buring his head into my neck. Again, I was aware of Randy. And of what I was able to do to him. His wrestler's trunks weren't very binding. I was having a hard time breathing by now.
"Lora," Randy moaned, examining the fabric of my pink lace bra. I linked my hands behind his shoulders, pulling him closer.
"Lora," this time it was little louder, and it didn't quite sound like Randy's voice. "Lora, it's time to wake up!"
My eyes popped open. I was lying on the couch in Casie's hotel room. All of that, had been a dream. I sat up slowly, trying to wrap my head around the oh-so-real dream. I took inventory of my body: my heart was racing, my head was spinning and my body was still hot. It had seemed so real. I shook my head and stretched the kinks out of my muscles.
I didn't know I was tired enough to take a nap, but apparently my body had fooled me. It was late in the afternoon on Thursday evening, and we were packing to leave for a non-televised show in Huntsville, Alabama. I was thankful we were taking a late plane, rather than drive the ten hour route it would take us to make it to Alabama. I stood up from the couch and gathered up my bags.
"Did you have nice dreams?" Casie asked. I froze.
"What?"
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Especially not him. He'd brag about it forever," Casie laughed. I groaned and hid my face behind my hands. Casie put her hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, there's nothing to be embarrassed over. At least you have faithful dreams," Casie teased. She made a face at me until I cracked and laughed.
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I fell asleep again on the plane; it's easy when you're sitting next to a man that let's you use him as a human La-Z-Boy. I wanted to protest Randy, because I knew that this wasn't at all comfortable for him, but he wouldn't listen. My body was aching by the time the plane finally landing in Alabama. The flight attedants shuffled us off the plane. It didn't take us too long to get out of the airport, being so late at night. John had preordered an Escalade SUV rental, and it was waiting for us in the airport parking deck. We loaded our luggage in and sluggishly climbed into the car, heading for the hotel. I wasn't even able to take in any of the sights, not that there were much that were open this that, because my head was drooping on the window pane. I nearly tumbled to the floorboard when John pulled into the parking lot of the hotel because I was so relaxed in the seat, half-asleep.
The fresh air helped a little to wake me up when we got outside to grab our suitcases and head towards the lobby. Randy had one arm around my waist and I was leaning into him, resting my head in the crook of his neck.
"Don't you think we'd save Vince on the bill if we stayed together?" Randy whispered to me, as John and Casie booked their rooms. I felt the blood rush to my face, heating my skin. I remembered all too well the dream from earlier. But I forced my nerves to remain calm, and I looked at him, raising one eyebrow. He smirked down at me, and shrugged his shoulders.
"Okay. We have plenty of time." And walked ahead of me and booked two ajoining rooms. Ajoining? I thought. I had to duck my head to hide the smile. If he couldn't have his way, he was going to get as good as. I didn't have time to argue with him before he was back with room keys and I was following him to the elevators. At this point, I didn't care anymore. I just wanted a bed.
I leaned against the elevator wall waiting for floor six; Casie and John were on four. Finally, Randy and I were standing outside our rooms. He sat his luggage down in front of his door and walked back to me, handing me a rectangluar piece of plastic; my room key. I quickly opened the door and heaved my suitcase in, and Randy helped with my other bags. I turned back to him, gave him a quick kiss and shut the door. I rushed through my nightly routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face, and I changed into my pajamas, and fell on the bed, instantly asleep.
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I woke to the sound of glass-rattling thunder, and some of the brightest lightening I have ever seen. A roll of thunder jolted me straight out of bed; and normally I am a heavy sleeper. I groaned, rolling over to check the time on the glowing green digital clock. It was only nine-thirty in the morning. I groaned and rolled on my stomach pulling the covers over my head, trying to go back to sleep. But it was useless. I was wide-awake now. I huffed and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, and brushing the hair out of my face.
Then another sound found my ears that I first dismissed as thunder. Someone was knocking on the door. I slipped out of bed and went and checked the peep hole on the front door. No one was there. Then I heard the knocking again. Suddenly I remembered, Randy and I had ajoining rooms. I skipped to the other door in the room, and cracked it open. There was Randy, in his favorite boxers, smiling down at me.
"May I?" he asked, gesturing to come in. "I'm bored and the cable's out."
I laughed and opened the door, letting him in, "Oh, so I'm second to the cable?"
"No, but you were asleep and I was trying to be nice by not waking you, but…" Randy smiled.
"You need some more friends other than John and me," I joked, lying back down on the bed. "And you're lucky, I was already awake," I said, grumbling out of the window. Randy laughed at me, and layed down on his stomach next to me. I let my eyes graze over his body. A question bubbled to the surface and through my lips before it had time to go through my filter system.
"Is there a reason you hate pants so much?" I asked, only meaning a little of it to be a tease, because I was acutally curious. Randy threw me a look of mock hurt and I had to bite back laughter. "Don't get me wrong, if I had thighs like yours, I'd want to show them off as well. I was just wondering if there was another reason."
Randy cracked a smile through his fake hurt. "I just hate them, I don't know why. And I don't see you wearing any half the time either." He was countering this on me.
I opened my mouth to defend myself, when there was a knock at the main door. I stood up to get it, but Randy was faster. I sighed and rolled my eyes, as he let in a fully dressed Casie and John. Casie looked from Randy to me to John and back to Randy, and hid her laughter. John's brows knitted.
"Man, are we interrupting something?"
"No!" I exclaimed, my face turning beet red. I heard Casie laugh harder in her hand.
"Oh yeah, I forgot who we were talking about. Lora's just probably consoling Randy because his main-squeeze, the Big Show, got drafted to Smackdown." Randy chucked a pillow aimed right at John's head, which he easily caught. Casie had to make her way to sit down on the bed because she was laughing so hard.
"Oh!" I exclaimed, joining in with John. "Is that why Randy wouldn't stop crying? I mean I was wondering and all…" but I was cut off by Randy diving at me from the other side of the bed. I squealed in laughter and tried to wiggle out from underneath him. I wrapped both arms around his waist and I finally managed to flip us over, and I was sitting on him. I straightened my hair, and looked to John.
"So, what's up?" John laughed at me, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I got the new story lines from Vince this morning, matches for Raw," he said, handing both Randy and I a copy. I slid off of Randy and read over the new story plots. John was still battling it out with Batista. Edge and Randy would have a confrontation on Monday, even though they are having a match tonight. There were other plot lines that were changing, some were breaking up. When I got to the last page, I nearly screamed in surprise.
"Casie! You're getting a Diva's title shot against Eve soon?" Casie nodded and I ran to her and hugged my best friend.
"I have a number one contender's match with Maryse on Raw this Monday, and I'll win it, so yes!" Casie explained, and I hugged her again. I was so happy for her. That would be so awesome for both her and John to have champion gold.
"Hey, you guys get ready; we're going to head down to the arena early and hit the gym they have there," John said, Randy agreed and went off to his room, leaving me and Casie alone for me to get ready.
I didn't feel like doing much to my hair, seeing as the weather outside wasn't going to cooperate very well, so I just threw some gel in and scrunched it in waves. We were all piled in the SUV and headed for the arena. But as soon as we got out on the road, we got stuck in traffic. The weather seemed to back up the roads and slow down cars to a near stop. I suggested John turning on the radio, because the others wanted to save iPod battery life for the gym. But the more John seemed to hit the "seek" button, the more country stations seem to pop up.
"What is wrong with this radio? Only playing country?" he complained, continuously seeking for a good station.
"Well, we are in Alabama," Casie reminded him with a smirk.
"Hey," I said, in mock-offense, "there's nothing wrong with the southern states!"
Casie held up her hands in a truce, "I didn't say there was! I'm from South Carolina." She laughed. John turned his head to give me funny look.
"You're from the south?"
I nodded. "Born and raised in Georgia."
"You think you know somebody," John chuckled. Randy smacked him in the back of the head.
"Hey, least you forget, that you, yankee, are in the car with three southerner's, so I think you best keep your mouth shut," Randy said. He had told me about growing up in Knoxville, Tennessee, and he still goes there quite often to visit his family that still lives there.
"You're so abusive sometimes Randal," John pouted, massaging his head.
"Oh John! Go back, I love that song!" I had barely been paying attention to the music coming from the speakers until that tune hit my ears. I hadn't heard that song in years. John seeked back once, and I heard it again, and I smiled, and I instantly remembered the lyrics as if I was reading them off a page.
"You can make me want you any time you want to
You're burnin' me alive
I can't deny you even when I catch you
Weavin' a weak alibi
'Cause when the night falls you make me forget
Your love is killing me and it ain't over yet
How did you get to me?"
I sang along with Wynonna Judd, even though I cound never sing like her. I wasn't even able to sing well, but I would like to think I wouldn't make dogs howl. I heard Casie gasp from the front seat.
"Oh, my gosh! I love this song! I haven't heard it in such a long time!" She turned in her seat to smile back at me, and joined in singing with me.
"No one else on earth could ever hurt me
Break my heart the way you do
No one else on earth was ever worth it
No one can love me like
No one can love me like you"
I looked over at Randy and I met his eye. He was smirking at me. And suddenly this song had a whole new meaning for me. I actually listened to the words in a new light, and everything that was Randy and I was described in that song. No one else could hurt me like Randy could, but no one else could make me feel like he could either. This song was me and Randy.
"I shivered once you broke into my soul
The damage is done now I'm out of control
How did you get to me?"
oo
I sat in the titantron room, alone, and I couldn't help but notice the similarites between my dream and the reality. Except, this reality, my Randy was mere seconds away from having a match up with Adam Copeland, otherwise known as Edge.
I had offically met Adam earlier and I liked him, even though he was starting a feud with Randy. He was really sweet, and nice, and funny, and everything you wouldn't expect him to be if you saw him on TV before, which I have. I remember watching him tag team with Christian a long time ago, then he turned heel, and I couldn't stand it. But Randy and Adam were pretty close, so it made it less painfull to see them beat the holy crap out of each other in the ring. I was glad that his match was earlier on in the event, so that he would have time to recooperate before our official torture on John for the evening.
I laughed to myself, finishing everything up in the room before locking everything up, thinking about what we were about to put John through. I walked to Randy's locker room, pushed opened the door and walked in. Casie was stretched out on the couch, her head in John's lap, and John was running his fingers through her hair. My heart grew just looking at the sight of them. I smiled at her, and looked around for Randy, not finding him anywhere.
"He's in the shower," Casie said, answering my unasked question.
"Scrubbing off the baby oil," John added. I laughed, just as the bathroom door opened and Randy came out, in some jeans and a dark grey button-up top. He spotted me, and smiled.
"Hey," he said in that he gravely voice. One word, and I was nearly a puddle on the floor. He walked over to me, wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my cheek. I could smell the Armani Code. It clogged up all my senses, and it was all I smelled. No wonder that cologne sold so well; it did its job.
"Hey to you too," I smiled, leaning into him slightly.
Without looking away from me, Randy asks, "Are we ready to go?"
John scoffed, "We've," pointing to his self, Casie and me, "been ready. "You've been the one taking the extra long shower to get the special oil off." Casie and I laughed at John's words and Randy's face. I removed his arm from around my waist and entwined our fingers; it fit our stride better that way.
"Finally, when John starts getting some, he thinks he has jokes on everyone else. Aw, that's cute," Randy cooed.
I noticed Casie's face blush a deep shade of pink and I gently elbowed Randy in the stomach. I heard the gush of air leave his lungs, and I quickly changed the subject while he was shortly incapacitated. Randy and I were in the front seats of the Escalade this time, and he drove to the local bar we were taking John to. Since he liked to tease us, we'd take him on a complete tour of the south. And that would be incomplete without a stop to a country bar.
The Creek Bar wasn't much of anything, but it was perfect. It was about the size of a medium house, and bricked on the outside, and paneled with wood on the inside. Neon signs advertising only American beers were all over the walls. In the right hand corner was a huge stage and massive karaoke system, with a six inch binder full of songs to choose from. Surrounding the stage was small linoleum dance floor, where several couples were already occupying it. Beyond that, there were about twenty to twenty-five small tables with about four chairs each spread out, with varying customers sitting and drinking beer, laughing and having fun. On the other side of the tables were pool tables, about four of them and a jukebox machine.
In other words, a regular country honkytonk. I was home. I heard John groan from behind me.
"Where have you taken me?" I turned around and smiled.
"Oh, shut up and have a beer!" I exclaimed and went straight for the bar. I was in my element. I wasn't used to the clubs like Randy and John were. This is where I was used to coming to. I got to the bar and motioned for the bartender, who was in her mid-fourties; I smiled, only in the south.
"Four BudLights please?" I ordered the first round, getting the night started. I handed Randy his beer and Casie and John's theirs. We sat around a table, drinking and talking, getting John to loosen up, and get comfortable. It didn't take long, because John adapts well in any situation, and soon he was having a great time with the rest of us. I finished my beer and tossed it in the garbage can.
"Care to dance?" Randy asked, who had stood up, and had his hand out for me. I smiled at him, and grasped his hand and let him lead me to the dance floor. He spun me around once, causing me to laugh, and wrapped me up in up arms. I laid my head on his chest and I felt him press his face in my hair.
"When the rain is blowing in your face,
and the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace
to make you feel my love."
He twirled us slowly around the dance floor, as I listened to the soft voice of Garth Brooks singing one of my favorite songs. I wrapped my arms around Randy's neck, burying me further into his chest.
"I know you haven't made your mind up yet,
but I would never do you wrong.
I've known it from the moment that we met,
no doubt in my mind where you belong."
And here, in his arms, feeling him all around me, I knew that I would not be okay if I did not have him in my life. I wouldn't be able to function if he was no longer a part of me. I knew I could not live without him.
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