{Chapter 11}
“In the damn locker room,” Kennedy fumed, kicking a chair in the catering area. “She was…and he was…and…in the damn locker room!” He kicked another chair, this one went sailing across the floor barely missing a passerby.
“Calm down, Ken,” Cena said. “Look, we don’t know what was really going on.”
“Hey guys,” Isabella said finding the two men. She took one look at Kennedy and knew something was up. “What’s going on?”
Kennedy remembered how angry she had been earlier and sighed, trying to calm himself down. “Nothing,” he muttered. “I’m going back to the hotel. Izzy, you catching a ride with Randy?”
“No, but go on. You look beat,” she said. “And pissed,” she muttered under her breath, wondering if he was still angry about her punching him earlier. “John can give me a ride. Right?”
“Uh..yeah,” Cena replied, surprised. “No problem.” Kennedy nodded and headed to his locker room to grab his things.
“Wanna watch Randy and Jeff’s match with me,” Isabella asked.
“Actually I have to do a run in at the end,” Cena confessed. “But until then I can watch with you. Come on.”
They headed toward a monitor that was close to the Gorilla position and Cena grabbed a couple of folding chairs for them. Jeff had just made it to the ring when they took their seats. Chris Jericho’s music hit and the crowd roared.
“So, who’s this Jericho guy,” Isabella asked Cena.
“Are you kidding me,” he asked. “The Ayatollah of Rock ‘n’ Rollah? The Sexy Beast? Y2J?” She shrugged and shook her head. “I keep forgetting that you never watched any of this until you met Ken. Wow. Well, I can’t really describe Chris. You’ll just have to watch him in action to see what he’s all about.”
By the time they turned their attention back to the monitor JBL had entered the ring. Randy’s music hit and the crowd instantly began to boo and jeer. Isabella’s eyes were glued to the screen as soon as Randy made his entrance; his belt perched on his shoulder proudly.
Cena watched her as she watched the match. He loved to see people’s reactions to the business he loved so much. She cringed when Jericho took a nasty spill over the ropes, shaking her head. Cena smiled. No doubt she was wondering how they put their bodies through such torture.
“Well, time for me to head over and wait for my cue,” Cena said when he saw that the match was nearly over.
“All right,” Isabella said pulling her attention away from the screen momentarily to flash a smile at him.
Isabella watched as Randy delivered a devastating RKO to Jericho while he had JBL locked in the walls of Jericho. JBL covered Jericho and got the pin. Soon she heard Cena’s music blaring and she watched as Cena ran down to the ring and began to beat on Randy. She gasped when Cena hoisted Randy up and FUed him before celebrating in the ring until Raw went off the air.
She saw Jeff walking back from the ring. “Great match, Jeff,” she said smiling. He nodded to her before heading to his locker room. Cena was the first back after that.
“So, what’d you think,” he asked with a goofy grin.
“Impressive,” she replied smiling.
“Thank you,” he said taking a bow. “Come on. Let me grab my stuff and then we can head out of here.”
Isabella waited outside of Cena’s locker room while he quickly changed into his street clothes and grabbed his stuff to leave. Once he had done so they headed out to his rental. He held the passenger side door open for her, making sure she got in with no problem before jogging around to the driver’s side and slipping behind the wheel.
Randy stood watching as Isabella got in the car with Cena. He didn’t like that the former champ was horning in on his girl. She began to giggle at something that Cena had said and his blood began to boil.
“Not gonna happen, Cena,” he muttered.
“Hi, Randy,” came a female voice from behind him. Turning around he saw Jillian Hall standing there. “You looked really good out there tonight. Then again you look really good every night.”
“Why thank you, Jillian,” Randy said smiling, his blue eyes fixed on her abundant breasts.
“Could I buy you a drink,” she asked innocently.
Randy smiled slinging an arm around Jillian’s shoulders. “My dear, you can do a lot more than that,” he replied. “What room are you in?” She giggled as he led her out of the building and toward his car.
~*~
“So, what was Ken so pissed about,” Isabella said as they drove to the hotel.
“Umm…well…we heard…noises coming out of Randy’s locker room,” Cena replied.
“Yeah, I was giving Randy a massage,” Isabella replied. “He needed to work out a few kinks before his match.”
“I’m sure he did,” Cena muttered.
“John, I swear I was only giving him a massage. We were both fully clothed…well…he was in his wrestling gear, but you know what I mean,” she said.
“Look, Izzy, whatever you do is your business,” Cena said. “You’re a grown woman. Ken knows that…it’s just hard for him to deal with. Just next time you want some nookie…wait until after the show. The boss kinda frowns on doing that in the locker rooms.”
“No one was getting any nookie,” Isabella replied. “Honestly, John, I’m not into doing that in public places.”
“How about we just drop it,” Cena asked. “Let’s just get you back to the hotel.”
~*~
Once at the hotel Isabella headed right to Randy’s room. She knocked and waited for him to answer. When the door didn’t open she knocked again. Still no Randy.
With a sigh she pulled out her phone and dialed his cell. It went straight to voicemail. Isabella frowned. She had been looking forward to spending some time with Randy.
“Hey, Randy, It’s Isabella,” she said leaving a message as she headed toward the elevator. “Guess you were beat after the show and just went to bed. Give me a call in the morning. Maybe we can have breakfast.” With that she closed her phone and headed back to her room.
When she arrived on her floor she headed to her room only to realize she had forgotten the keycard. “Damn it,” she said and kicked the door. Unless she could remember what rooms Jeff or Cena were in she was screwed.
She didn’t have to jog her memory for long because Cena came out of a room a few doors down, ice bucket in hand. “I thought you were meeting up with Randy,” he said when he saw her.
“He’s not answering the door or his phone,” she replied. “And now I’m locked out of my room. I really don’t want to bother Ken.”
“No problem,” Cena said smiling. “I left my door open. Just go on in. I’m going to get some ice. I have a spare bed. We’ll call down to the front desk in the morning about getting into your room.”
She nodded and headed into Cena’s room. He wasn’t gone long and when he returned he had a full ice bucket. “Make yourself at home,” he said setting the ice down and tossing a few cubes in a cup. “Soda?”
“No thanks,” Isabella replied kicking off her shoes and sitting down on the bed that Cena hadn’t spread stuff all over. “So, you’re not heading to bed?”
“Nah, I’m too wired after a show. I usually read a bit, watch a movie or some TV. Shit like that,” Cena replied pouring himself some soda. “So, we have a choice here…cheesy made for TV movie, chick flick or crappy reality show rerun. Ladies choice.”
“Hmmm…how about chick flick,” she suggested.
“I was afraid you’d say that,” he groaned turning to the channel with the movie.
“Oh John, you shouldn’t have given me the choice,” she said smirking. He shrugged and shoved the things off his bed, getting comfortable. “Got room for one more or do I have to stay on my own side of the room?”
“Come on,” Cena said patting the bed next to him with a smile. Isabella crawled into bed next to Cena and settled in to watch the movie.
“John, thanks for letting me stay,” she said softly after a few moments of silence. “You and Jeff have been really good to me and you barely know me.”
“Ken’s family is our family,” Cena said smiling. “I know you haven’t gotten the test results back yet, but I see a lot of Ken in you.”
“Wow, just what every girl wants to hear,” she said chuckling.
“I’m serious,” Cena replied. “A lot of what you do and how you act is exactly the way Ken is. You’re both stubborn as hell and damn do you have a mean right hook.” She chuckled. “Plus you’re both really great people to have as friends.” At that moment in time he wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss her, but he fought the urge. “Now are we gonna watch this crappy chick flick or what?”
She chuckled and settled in to watch the movie. It wasn’t long before he felt her head on his shoulder. Looking down he saw that she had fallen asleep. With a sigh he stood, careful not to wake her. Gently he picked her up and laid her in the spare bed. He brushed some hair out of her face and watched her sleeping for a moment.
“I hope you see through Randy’s bullshit before he hurts you, Izzy,” he said softly. “If not…I’ll be here for you.”
He went back to his own bed, suddenly feeling tired himself, and snuggled down under the covers. Though he had only known her a short while he couldn’t help being attracted to her. With a sigh he rolled onto his side and stared at her sleeping form. He knew Kennedy didn’t approve of Randy being with her, but he wondered how Kennedy would react if he showed an interest in her. With those thoughts swimming through his mind he drifted off to sleep.
{Chapter 12}
Randy looked down at the blonde in his arms and sighed. Jillian had been fun, but sleeping with her hadn’t been as fulfilling as he had hoped it would be. He soon found his thoughts drifting to Isabella.
No matter how much time he spent with her he still wanted more. It didn’t matter what they did he just wanted to be with her. This puzzled Randy. No woman had ever affected him this way before.
Jillian sighed softly in her sleep and shifted in his arms. Randy looked down at her and suddenly felt guilty for taking advantage of her little crush on him. Carefully he rolled her onto the pillow next to him and quietly slipped out of bed, quickly dressing and leaving the room.
He was just slipping out of Jillian’s room when he heard Isabella’s voice down the hall. Hiding as best he could he peered down the hall and watched. Isabella came out into the hall giggling. She turned around and faced whoever she was talking to. Randy’s hands clenched into fists when he saw John Cena follow her out into the hall.
“Thanks for letting me stay with you last night, John,” she said smiling.
“What was I supposed to do,” he asked also smiling. “Let you sleep in the hall? My room is your room…uh…that wasn’t supposed to sound as cheesy as it did.”
She chuckled. “Thank you,” she said again and gave him a peck on the cheek before heading toward the elevator.
Cena touched his cheek with a dreamy smile curling his lips. Randy chose this moment to leave his hiding place. He sauntered down the hall and stood behind Cena, who was staring after Isabella still.
“Finally removed the shrink wrap from you dick, John,” Randy asked causing Cena to jump a little.
He spun around to face Randy and his blue eyes narrowed into slits. “Where the hell were you last night,” Cena demanded. “Izzy was disappointed that she couldn’t spend time with you.”
“I was taking care of something,” Randy replied feeling a pang of guilt. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Isn’t your room one floor down,” Cena asked. “So, by taking care of something can I assume you mean fucking around behind Izzy’s back?”
“Why would you assume that, John,” Randy asked.
“Because I know you,” Cena replied. “Izzy got locked out of her room. If you wait around I’m sure she’ll be back soon. She went to the front desk to get a spare key.”
Just then Jillian’s door opened. “Randy,” she called down the hall.
“Gotta go,” Randy said and practically ran toward the elevator.
Cena looked down the hall at where Jillian stood, a sheet wrapped around her body. He shook his head and headed back into his room. “Orton will never change,” he muttered. “And Izzy deserves better.”
~*~
“Hey, Ken, you got a minute,” Isabella asked. Once she had been able to get into her room and shower and change she headed next door to speak to Kennedy.
“Sure,” he replied stepping aside so she could enter his room.
“I think we need to clear up some things from last night,” she said taking a seat on the end of the bed. “It seems like you and a few others have the wrong idea about what was going on last night between Randy and I.”
“Look, Izzy, you made it perfectly clear that you wanted me to stay out of your personal life,” Kennedy replied. “Consider me out.” He began to pace the room. “If you want to screw around in the locker room then that’s your business.”
Isabella stood and made him stop pacing. “Ken, that’s just it, Randy and I didn’t screw around in the locker room. He was sore so I gave him a massage. That’s all that happened.”
Kennedy seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. “Really?”
“Yes,” she replied. “What kind of girl do you think I am,” she asked. “You think I haven’t heard all the shit you, John and Jeff have been saying about Randy? Not to mention the stories all the Divas told me. I know that once he gets what he wants he’ll be on to the next woman.”
“So, you mean to tell me that you haven’t…done anything with him…at all,” Kennedy asked, feeling the tension slowly leaving his body.
“No,” Isabella replied shaking her head. “We’ve made out a couple of times, but never any further than that. I won’t let it get that far…not yet.”
“But why,” Kennedy asked, confused now. “Most girls would have melted at the sight of his smile.”
“I’m not like most girls, now am I,” she replied crossing her arms across her chest.
“No,” Kennedy smiled. “You’re not.” He sighed. “Oh, Izzy, can you forgive me for being a…”
“An overbearing, nosy jackass,” she finished for him. “Of course. It’s what big brothers do.”
“Oh so now you acknowledge that we’re family,” he asked with a smirk.
“Someone pointed out the qualities that we share,” Isabella replied. “So, what’s on deck for today?”
“Well, I have an appearance that I have to make in…shit…half an hour and then we’re off to the next town,” Kennedy said.
“All right,” Isabella replied. “I’ll leave you to get ready.”
She exited Kennedy’s room, leaving him to get ready for his appearance. She needed to pack anyway. As she headed out into the hall she saw Jillian and Melina pass by.
“Randy left his phone in my room when he left this morning,” Jillian said.
“Couldn’t get out fast enough, huh,” Melina asked with a chuckle and then caught sight of Isabella. “Oh, Izzy…”
“It’s all right, Melina,” Isabella replied. “I was just going to go see Randy. I could deliver the phone to him.”
“Sure,” Jillian said handing over the phone. She looked at Melina as if to ask who Isabella was. She was the only Diva not in the locker room when Isabella had been introduced around. Isabella took the phone and headed toward the elevators. “Who is she?”
“Ken’s little sister,” Melina replied. “Randy’s been…pursuing her.”
“Oh,” Jillian replied. “I didn’t know.”
“I know, Jilly,” Melina said, shaking her head. If Isabella had any sense she’d tell Randy off and let that be the end of it. “Come on. I’ll buy you breakfast.”
~*~
Isabella took the stairs down to Randy’s floor, not wanting to sit and wait stewing on the elevator. She made it to Randy’s door and knocked loudly. He opened the door expecting to see a big guy standing there. Instead he found Isabella.
“Isabella,” he said pleasantly surprised. “What can I do…” His words were cut short when his phone struck him in the face. “What the…what was that for?”
“I thought we were supposed to hang out last night,” she said angrily.
“Honey, I…got busy,” Randy replied.
“Yeah, with a blonde named Jillian,” she replied. “Apparently fucking a Barbie doll look alike is a bigger priority to you than keeping a commitment with a friend.”
“Isabella, look it wasn’t like that,” Randy said trying to dig himself out of the hole he found himself in.
“No,” Isabella asked crossing her arms across her chest.
“No, I was thinking of you the whole time,” he said and cringed when he realized how that sounded.
“Well, you can think of me on those lonely nights you have coming up, Randy,” she replied, appalled by his words. “It’s over.” She chuckled shaking her head. “Like it had ever begun.” With that she walked away leaving him staring after her.
Jeff had heard the whole thing. He had been exiting his room a couple of doors down just as Isabella had thrown the phone at Randy. Now he made his way down the hall to where Randy stood.
“You screwed up, Orton,” he said. “That was the best thing that could have happened to you and there she goes out of your life.”
“Thanks, Jeff,” Randy growled. “Like I couldn’t figure that out for myself.” With that he went back into his room and slammed the door.
“That’s odd,” Jeff muttered. “Usually Randy would have let it roll right off his back and be on to the next girl.” He made a mental note to speak to Cena and Kennedy about when they had some alone time.
~*~
Isabella ran into Cena on her way back to her room…literally. She collided with his chest and went flying backward onto her ass. “Izzy, shit,” Cena yelped and helped her to her feet. “Are you all right?”
“Fine,” she replied. “I need to go pack.” With that she headed into her room.
Cena went to the door and found that she hadn’t clicked it shut. He gently pushed it open. He watched for bit as she grabbed things and shoved them into her bags, not even bothering to fold anything.
“Izzy, you know you can talk to me if something is bothering you,” he said softly as he entered the room.
She looked at him, unshed tears in her hazel eyes. She groaned and plopped down on the bed. “I thought that if I didn’t give him what he wanted right away maybe we could get to know each other,” she said finally. “I should have known better.”
“What’d Randy do,” he asked taking a seat next to her.
“You mean who,” she replied sniffling. Cena knew then that she had found out about Jillian. “He’s never going to change. Everyone was right.” She let out a shuddering sigh. “I give up on men.”
“Does that mean you’re becoming a lesbian,” Cena asked with a smirk. “’Cause I gotta tell you, your stock just went sky high in my book.”
“John,” she exclaimed, smacking him, though she was chuckling. “Thanks for trying to cheer me up.”
“Look, Randy’s an ass when it comes to women,” Cena said. “Don’t let one jerk taint your opinion of the complete male species. We’re not all jerks.”
“It’s not just one,” she replied softly. “I wish it was just Randy, but it’s not.” She sighed sadly. “I should see if Ken’s back yet and let him know I want to go back to stay with Cindy.”
“Oh that’s a shame,” Cena said. “Because I was lookin’ forward to using you as a pillow on the ride to the next town.”
“You’re riding with Ken,” she asked.
He nodded. “And Jeff too,” Cena replied. “But if you feel that’s too much testosterone for you…”
“I get the message, John,” she said smiling. “You want me around. Fine. I’ll come, but only if you promise to kick the shit out of Randy next time we see him.”
“You got yourself a deal,” he said chuckling. “You finish packing. I’ll swing by to pick you up and meet Jeff and then Ken and we’ll hit the road.” With that he left the room leaving her to pack. Cena smiled to himself. Randy’s loss just might be his gain.
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