Ch6

Randy

"What is on your mind Randal?" Honor hops up out of the chair. I must say the bus is very handy; it's my home away from home and now that I have a new little Shadow it allows for privacy; I hope she knows our discussions stay private, no matter what.

"Let's go somewhere else," I spit.

"Okay. Whatever." It seems like it took forever for us to get back to my bus when in fact it was only a ten minute walk.

As soon as the door is bolted I let her have it. "You got something you want to tell me?"

Honor gives me the most perplexed look, "Like what?"

"'LIKE WHAT?' Punk? Word around the locker room is that you've been sneaking around get-ting help from him behind my back. I've had him and three other guys come to me and offer to take you off of my hands... According to him you don't think I'm doing a very great job either. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't have your contract torn up. Especially since you aren't taking this seriously at all."

"Randy, chill out, please. What?" She places her hands on both of my shoulders and presses herself up against me. On her tippy toes she kisses along my jaw, "I tell you everything..."

"Why the hell didn't I know about this Honor?" I have to separate myself from her. She knows how to get me every time.

"I'm sorry." Honor frowns.

"When I have other guys in the locker room telling me how to do my job, that's when I have a problem. " Peeling her fingers off me, my hands shake and I clench my jaw, "It's a slap in not just my face but also to the men who trained me." The confusion in her eyes pleads with me, begging me to drop it.

"Why would you even listen to him? I know you don't care what he has to say... Do you?"

"Honor, why do you need additional help anyway?" I sigh avoiding her questions, as she folds her arms across her chest. "You let another person tell you that I don't know what I'm doing? Do you want him to be your permanent guide? Cause I can arrange for that to happen."

"I detect a hint of jealousy. He's my best friend's mentor too. Any of his qualms that involve you I ignore, but I work with him to have the fairest chance at honest, unbiased training. My technical skills can be better. You are an amazing teacher but, I need more. As for whoever told you that I said you don't know what you are doing, none of those words have ever left my lips. You are an amazing performer and teacher but I would like to expand my knowledge. The greatest stars didn't only learn from one teacher… you didn't." Her trademark indifference is very evident on her face and through her body language.

"No, Honor. In case you weren't paying attention, I am responsible for you. Not goddamned CM Punk. If he teaches you something new, that I know nothing about and you use it incorrectly I am the bumble fucking idiot to blame. You don't know how fucking privileged you are to even be here…" Now I am furious, but it doesn't register in her mind. Honor closes the distance I've purposely created to keep me from committing an act I might regret.

"Don't be angry. Please?" Her traveling fingertips trace the swirls of ink on my shoulder clouding my thoughts. "He saw me in the ring earlier last week and asked me if I wanted some pointers and feedback," as gently as I could I push her hands off of me. My mind is starting to cloud at her touch and all rationality in my mind is taking a nose dive. "I took it to be a one-time thing but he's really helpful... In addition, he's available when you aren't."

"Bullshit-" Honor's breasts grazing my chest cuts off my train of thought, "Right now you are top priority... Only your development matters, because your progress means I'm not wasting my time. Whenever you need me to clarify something, you'd better speak up. You'll just have to be by my side all the time now. I don't care what I'm doing. You are my 'rookie'. Got it?"

She beamed brightly, resulting in my heart skipping a beat. "Let's get back in there, before they send a mercenary. I've got a match."

I can't stay angry with her too long; I recognized that after the first two weeks. Honor and I bicker excessively, but I realize it's some of the same back and forth Hunter used to have with me. I damn sure don't mind disciplining her when necessary. Most of a wrestler's knowledge is acquired through spending time with the veterans. It pisses me off that she is taking it for granted flashing those pearly whites to get what she wants.