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Chapter 13- Once Upon A Time In Mexico

Lora

I have never been to Mexico before, and here I was, in the middle of the General Mariano Escobedo International Airport, in Monterrey, Mexico, exiting a plane. Several other superstars, including Randy, John and Casie, were surrounded by fans and paparazzi for the Mexican tour. And unless you have been living under a rock for the past week or so, it was Cinco de Mayo. I have never seen an actual Cinco de Mayo celebration, yet one in an actual Mexico city. It was insane; I had no words to express what I was seeing. The only thing I had to compare it too was Mardis Gras, but this had a different atmosphere to it. It was oddly moving to see this man people decorated up and celebrating their nation's freedom.

While I waited on the other three, I gathered a few luggage racks and managed to track down all of Randy, Casie and John's suitcases, piled them on the racks and rolled them off to the side, along with mine. I sat on a hard wooden bench, watching several superstars sign autographs, smile and talk to their fans. My eyes found Randy, smiling down at several young boys wearing "RKO" shirts, and I just had to laugh. Little lady killers in the making, I thought. It warmed my heart to see that my best friends and my boyfriend cared so much for the ones that made them who they are. I was once just like them, and it would have meant the world to me to have met my idols.

I was so consumed in my thoughts that I didn't know that my trio had managed to break free from the camera mob, and make their way back to me.

"Oh, Lora, you didn't have to get our stuff," Casie complained, grabbing her cart from the wall. I waved her off with a smile. "Thank you though."

"Yeah, thanks," John smiled, following Casie, getting his rack of luggage and began to trot off to the parking lot. Randy leaned over to me, kissing me softly on the cheek, wrapping an arm around my waist. His touch sent my heart into over-drive.

"You're welcome," I whispered to him, biting back the smile. I had stacked all of Randy's and my luggage on the same cart, so Randy pushed the rack after John, and I walked closely next to him. Once outside, I heard distant screaming. I looked around and there, beyond a barrier, were the same fans that had greeted us on our entrance. They still wanted to catch each glimpse of their favorite wrestler that they could.

"I saw you with those boys back there," I said, holding back my laughter of the future lady killers, "do you know how ecstactic that made them? Do you know that they will remember that for the rest of their lives?"

"Of course they will, I am the Legend Killer," Randy smirked, but I could tell he was joking. I smacked his arm playfully, rolling my eyes.

"I'm serious. When I was their age, I would have died if I would have gotten to see Sting or Shawn Michaels. You just made a permanent memory in their life. You do that every day, for thousands of people."

I could tell that he didn't really know what to say so just wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me tight to his body, planting a kiss in my hair. I sighed and snuggled closer to him, as we walked out into the fresh night air of Mexico.

oo

I woke up early the next morning; and early for me is just before my alarm clock goes off. I stretched and crawled out of bed. I had nothing planned for today. The non-televised Raw event was not until tomorrow night, so we had the day free. But I had a sneaking suspicision that the boys would want to work out. I picked out some my new clothes that I had bought on my shopping spree I went on with my first paycheck last week. I took Randy and I think he enjoyed the shopping trip more than I did, because he didn't take his hands off me for the rest of the night, and wouldn't let me sleep in my own room. Not that I minded all that much.

Randy was being such a sport about my not being ready to take that big step with him yet. When I had found out that we hadn't gone through with it yet, it changed my point of view some what. I still wanted him; oh how I wanted him. But it was how I wanted him. I wanted it to mean something. I didn't want it to be just like any other night for him. I wanted it to be special, if you pardon the cliché. And if he was willing to wait on me, then I hoped he wanted it that way too; or, at least, that was what I was telling myself.

I found one of Randy's pick's, a pink tank top with a flowery pattern on it, and a pair of black jean shorts, and headed to the bathroom for a shower. I was starting to feel the fatigue of traveling so much. I was getting sleepy around eight in the evening and it was hard to wake up. Randy told me that it would fade out once I got used to traveling so much, and my body built up the tolerance, and I hoped it was soon. I hated being so sleepy. I had to take showers every morning, no matter if I needed one or not, just to wash the sleep out of my body. Caffine wasn't strong enough.

Once, out of the shower, it was so tempting to lie back down, but as soon as that thought crossed my mind, the door next to my bed swung open. I have already gotten used sharing a wall with Randy, so when he decides to just pop in whenever he feels like it, it doesn't really bother me.

"Morning, Beautiful," he said, shutting the down behind him. I yawned in response. I opened my eyes to see him smirking at me. "Still not getting the hang of traveling yet?"

I raised my eyebrow at him and he laughed. "Not funny," I said. I opened my mouth, but a yawn took me off, and I was forced to wait it out, and resumed conversation, "I'm just so tired. Not even the shower helped this time."

Randy walked over and patted me on the head, and I glared up at him. "It gets better, young one." I swatted his hand away and murmured something about him being born without his mother being married, which caused him to bark out laughter. "I just came by to let you know that John and I are going to work out today."

"I figured that much," I laughed, "I'll just hang out with Casie today then."

"Oh, John told me to tell you that Casie was going to go to the doctor this morning," Randy said, just remembering. I crumpled. I had no other options for the day, so I guessed I was on my own; which meant I was stuck in the room all day.

"Yeah, I know she's not been feeling too well."

"But Adam said he wanted to hang out with you if that's cool?" Randy asked, smirking down at me. I looked up at him confused.

"Why?"

Randy shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. I guess since we're friends, he feels that he should get know you and be friends with you too."

I laughed, and walked with Randy to the door, "Okay, just tell him to meet me in the lobby in thirty minutes."

"I will," and he hugged me tight, and buried his face in my hair. I breathed in deeply, taking in his Armani cologne, before he stepped away and back out of the door. "I'll call you later?"

I nodded at him, smiling and watched him walk down the hall and disappear around the corner. I went back to my room, and gathered my purse and finished getting ready for my spontaneous outting with Randy's friend, who wants to see if I was girlfriend material for Randy, Adam.

oo

The steel doors of the elevator slid open with a chime, and stepped out into the lobby, looking around for my afternoon entertainment. I spotted Adam sitting on an over-stuffed leather couch, facing the opposite direction of mine, looking out of the window. I steeled my nerves and walked up to him. I didn't know what to expect from him. John had accepted me immediately as his friend, but he didn't see me as Randy's girlfriend when we first started out. Adam did, so I felt like I had to pass some sort of test with him.

"Hi," I said, trying not to sound timid as I rounded the corner of the couch. He looked up at me, shaking his long blonde hair out of his eyes, and smiled.

"Hey, you ready?" Adam asked, standing up from the couch. He was wearing a pair of light jeans that looked as if they had seen their better days, what with holes in the knees and in others spots, with biker boots and a tight grey t-shirt and black leather jacket, even though it was the beginning of May, in Mexico. He was almost the opposite of Randy. Where Randy was picky in fashion, Adam wanted the air that said he didn't care. But I had the feeling that the clothes he was wearing added up to be more than my paycheck.

"Sure. Where are we going?" I asked, falling into step next to him as we headed out of the double glass doors of the hotel.

"Oh, just sight seeing I guess. Seeing as Randy is ditching both of us for John today, I figured it would be a good time for us to bad mouth him; unless you don't want to be fraternizing with the enemy?"

I laughed and looked over at him as he hailed a cab, "The enemy?"

"Well, Randy and I are feuding right now, you know?" Adam chuckled.

"Well, maybe it's not fraternizing. Maybe I'm spying for Randy," I raised an eyebrow at him as a cab pulled up in front the hotel. Adam shot me a look of mock-scared as he walked around the cab and climbed in. I laughed and joined him.

The city of Monterrey, Mexico was beautiful. Usually, when you think Mexico, you think beaches. But not here; here, the town was built around some of the most beautiful peaks of mountains I have ever seen. The way they climbed to the sky, and the clouds swirled around them; it was simply majestic. In some places of the town, the town folk still used horse and carridge to get around. There were small stands made of wood set up here and there, selling artifacts special to their homeland. It was really a beautiful place. And Adam was really great company. It wasn't as awkward as I thought it was going to be. It was no wonder why Randy and he were friends; he was so easy to talk to.

"Are you hungry?" Adam asked, looking down at me as we walked down a crowded sidewalk, sidestepping another group of tourists. And as if on cue, my stomach growled at me angrily, and I nodded at him, and we began to look for a decent restaurant for lunch. We turned the corner and spotted "La Catarina", and walked in off the hot streets into the cool, air-conditioned restaurant.

We didn't have to wait long on a table, and soon we were seated, and gazing at menus. Of course, I had no clue what any of the menu meant. My extent of Spanish food was Taco Bell and just the Mexcian restaurants in the States. I cast Adam a quizitory glance and he smirked at me. The waiter came up to our table and asked for our drink order. Adam waved at me to go first. I hadn't even looked at the drinks. What did they offer? I highly doubt they have sweet tea, I thought.

"Do you have Coke?" I asked, checking with the waiter.

"Si, ma'am," he answered me.

"Fine then, I'll have a coke." The waiter smiled at me and turned to Adam.

"I'll have a glass of Sangria," Adam said, and I gaped at him. The waiter left, leaving Adam and I alone, and I was still staring at him. He smiled at me.

"What?"

"It's only," I looked at my phone for the time, "12:05 in the afternoon."

He shrugged his shoulders. "It's five o'clock somewhere. Besides, this is Mexico, and that's what they do. And we don't have a show tonight, so relax. I'd hate to tell Randy that he's got himself a prude for a girlfriend." He wriggled both eyebrows at me.

I laughed at him and rolled my eyes. "I knew there was a reason I liked Christian better between the two of you when you were in the Brood." Adam held a hand over his heart and his mouth dropped, and gasped.

"That was uncalled for!" he cried.

"Well, you called me a prude," I reminded him, sipping my coke the waiter had just dropped off at the table. Adam held up one hand, wagging a finger at me.

"No, I said that I would hate to tell Randy that. I haven't made up my mind about it yet," he contradicted. But I heard his voice waver, and soon we were both tearing up with laughter. And it was then, that I felt that whatever test it was I had to take for Adam, I had just passed with flying colors. And it wasn't just that either. I felt like maybe, I had another friend in the WWE.

oo

I sat in John's locker room, with Casie, waiting on the boy's as they got ready for their tag team match with Sheamus and Batista tonight. I didn't run the titantron room this past Monday, so, I was planning running it althrough the Mexico tour; I just didn't want to start feeling like I was slacking in any way. I loved being around Randy, and I loved getting to watch him wrestle, but I didn't need to do that on a Monday. Casie was going to accompany John ringside, and so I was sitting on a couch, watching my best friends and my boyfriend lace up their boots and adjust their knee pads for competition. Casie finished before the boys did and came to sit next to me on the couch. She looked so tired, and had the beginnings of circles under her eyes. Which reminded me about the doctor's visit she had gone to yesterday; I hadn't seen her at all since we arrived in Mexico.

"Hey, what did the doctor say?" I asked, turning on my spot to face her.

She just shrugged her shoulders. "They said I just have a urinary track infection. They gave me some antibiotics and said it should clear up in a few days."

"Well, that doesn't sound too bad," I said. "And a few days? Good, I hate seeing you not feeling good."

"Yeah, me too," Casie groaned, and laughed at her own complaining. I rolled my eyes at her, and made my way to the door to head to the titantron room, but before I could, the door swung open and Sheamus, or Stephen Farrelly, and Dave Batista walked in.

I groaned inwardly, and walked backwards, until I bumped into someone. I looked back and saw that Randy had moved behind me, and John was standing in front of Casie. And Casie must really not be feeling well, because she was not objecting to John shielding her.

"What are you doing here?" Randy's voice lashed out. Randy had told me that he didn't really like Stephen, and I knew his history with Dave.

"We just came to wish you good luck," Stephen said, in his annoying Dublin accent. Just like with Swagger's voice, it made my skin crawl. "Because you're going to need it Orton."

I felt Randy's muscles move against my back as he reacted to his words. I pushed back up against him, trying to make him feel my thoughts, and know that this isn't the time to react. Just take it out on him in the ring. But they weren't done talking; Dave sauntered up next to Stephen, and stared down John. And I saw his eyes move from John to Casie.

"How's the back?" he asked greasily. The presence of Randy was gone, and I swivled on the spot to see Randy man-handling John, grabbing him by the chest, holding him back. I had had a short fuze when they walked in, but now they had lit it, and I was ready to blow. I turned on the two of them, getting about two feet from them. I placed my hands on my hips and shook my hair out. I glared up at Dave.

"I am just about tired of you; hearing about you, seeing you, hearing you whine and complain all the time. Why don't you go get your Viagra refilled and go have the important meeting with your left hand, because, let's face it, that's the only thing that really cares about you!"

I heard the gasps from behind me and I saw the shock and anger on the face of Dave, and I guess it should have intimidated me, but it didn't. I matched him glare for glare. I heard a snicker coming from Stephen's direction, and I rounded on him.

"Don't get me started on you! I mean seriously, do you even go outside? At all? I feel like I need sunglasses to even look in your direction. And you think you are so intimidating? The best move you have is kicking someone in the head. Really? That's the best you could come up with? It just looks like you tried out for a danceline somewhere and they turned you down, so you decided wrestling was your best bet!"

That wiped the smile right off his face, and I had two of the biggest superstars staring down at me, glaring daggers into my body. But I was riding the aderinaline rush out to the very end. I took a deep breathe and carried on with my rant. I was beyond stopping at this point.

"So, why don't you two just mosy on along out of here, go kiss each other's asses some more, before it's time for ya'll to actually get the hell beat out of you!" And I pointed to the door. At first I didn't think they were going to move, but I guess they counted the odds with John and Randy still behind me, they slowly backed out of the room. I slammed the door shut after their retreating forms.

I let out a soft yell of frustration as I spun around see the shocked faces of John, Casie and Randy. "Please tell me that ya'll beat them tonight?" I hoped so; otherwise I had just made an empty threat.

John nodded his head slowly. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was open just the slightest. Casie mirrored his image almost exactly, except for the humor I saw trying to break through. Randy stepped away from them, and walked in a haze in my direction. I glared up at him, anger still pulsing through my veins.

"What?" I snapped at him. I felt his hands come to rest on my hips, pulling in contact with his body.

"That was the single sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life."

I felt my face turn beet red and my heart pound against my ribcage, just at his words. I backed away from him, hearing the laughter coming from John and Casie, the shock of my outburst wearing off and the humor setting in. I kept eye contect with Randy until I reached the door. Smirking at me, he turned his back and headed back towards our best friends and I headed towards my job.

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