I was so late. But I also wasn't the one who decided to hold the scripts. Stephanie was so backed up, but I just stood by her and respected her decision. I mean, she did just have a baby. I had no room to complain. But I was afraid of getting yelled at by a 250 pound man. That was never fun.
I was delivering the scripts when I read the next name out loud, "Randy Orton." I let out a groan. He was always a pain in the ass, especially about late scripts. But I had to give him his script. I knocked on his door and waited, and waited, and waited a little more. Maybe he wasn't there. I was about to walk off when the door opened. I turned back to see Randy in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and a smile. I was speechless. "Yes?"
I found my voice. "Oh! Here's your script. Yes, I know it's late, but we're really..."
"It's cool."
I was shocked. He always bitched, always. "What?"
"It's alright."
"Okay, well if you have any questions you can come by my office."
I started to walk off, but he stopped me. "Actually, I do have a question."
He had my attention. "Alright, what is it?"
"What's your name?"
"Why?"
"I just want to know."
I rolled my eyes. I just decided to humor him. "My name is Alyssa."
He stuck out his hand. "Well, it's nice to meet you Alyssa..."
He wanted more. "Martin. Alyssa Martin."
"Ah, Alyssa Martin. I am Randy Orton."
I shook his hand. "Charmed I am sure." I tried to walk off but he didn't let go of my hand. "Anything else?"
"What are you doing tonight?" I raised an eyebrow to this statement.
I pulled my hand out of his clutches and said, "Sorry, Randy, but I am busy."
"Aw, too bad. But..." he walked out into the hall and grabbed my hand again. I turned back towards him. He was freaking me out. "Just in case you change your mind, here's my number." I looked at the piece of paper in my hand and just shook my head as I walked off.
I continued my deliveries when someone came and bumped into me. I was about to rip someone's head off when I saw it was Amy. "What do you want?"
"Oh, nothing. Just wanted to know what was going on with you and Randy?"
I stopped and looked at her. "Damn! Everybody just needs to get a fucking life around here!"
She laughed. "It's okay sweetie. But what happened?"
"He asked me out."
"What?!"
"Yep."
"What did you say?"
"That I was busy tonight."
She stopped. "Aly!"
"Oh come on Amy! Randy fucking Orton! I mean really."
"What's wrong with Randy?"
"Uh, he's a player and an asshole."
"But he's so fine!"
"I don't care!"
"Yes you do!"
"No I don't give a shit about him!"
"And that's why you don't have a boyfriend."
I stopped and looked at her. "That was cold."
"Well, I mean, it's been a while hasn't it?"
"Maybe it has, but I am not going to just go and throw myself at someone, especially Randy."
"But it looks like Randy is feeling you. And he isn't all that bad. You're just thinking about his character."
"No, I've heard plenty of things about Mr. Orton. And I am just fine."
"Yeah, well, you keep telling yourself that when you think of that fine hunk of man tonight."
I was about to punch her when she ran off. I wasn't thinking about him. I didn't care. But it did feel nice to actually get acknowledged by him. Wait a minute! No it didn't! Arg! Now Amy had it in my head! I was mad as I finished my deliveries. And I spent the rest of the night trying not to think about Randy Orton.
Randy's locker room
"Come in!"
Adam entered with a smile on his face. "I got her man!"
Randy turned towards him and said, "No!"
"Yep! I got Maria nailed down tight. Get ready to pay!"
"Fuck!" Randy yelled as he sat down on his couch. "When?"
"Last night man. She was just begging for it." Adam took a seat next to Randy on the couch. "So, you find your next bet man?"
"I think so."
"Really? Who?"
"Alyssa Martin. One of the top writers. She's cute and very manageable." Adam let out a laugh. Randy looked at him serious. "What?"
"Alyssa?"
"Yeah. What's wrong with her?"
"Ice princess man!"
"What?!"
"That girl won't let anyone near her. She is way too sheltered. I heard that she doesn't even like any of the wrestlers around here."
"I thought that she was the chick that dated Jeff?"
"No, but I think she dated...no I think you're right. Oh yeah! That's right! She dated Jeff and then he dumped her for Trish! Man that was bad!"
"Right, she was the chick who really broke Trish's nose. Not Amy."
"That was funny as hell. But hey man, if you want to give it a shot, it's your money."
"I am gonna do it. But this time the bets going to be bigger."
"Alright man, I'll raise the bet. But I am telling you, this girl is hard to get too."
"I can do it. I mean, I did get to a lot of closed girls. I think I can handle this."
"Yeah, we'll see."
"Okay, so what do we set this one for?"
"Fifty-thousand dollars."
"Fifty Grand?"
"Yep. And you have two months starting tonight to make this girl fall in love with you. Not just sex."
Randy stood up. "Why not?"
Adam joined him. "Because that would be too easy. And I know how you roll my friend. One night of drinks and I am out fifty grand."
"Alright. Two months."
"And at the end of two months you have to end it. No keeping."
"Like I'd want too. I didn't keep Candice did I?"
"And look at her now." The two men laughed. They loved the little games they played on the divas of the WWE. They even repeated their bets on the poor woman. But it was only recently that they started to suggest writers or doctors into their little game. They were just covering all the ground they could. Even taken or married woman weren't off limits to them.
Randy stuck out his hand and said, "Alright then Adam. The bet is set. Two months from now I'll have that girl wrapped around my finger."
"We'll see Randy." Adam shook his hand and the two smiled. They loved their little bets. But sadly for me, I didn't know of this little deal and no idea what was going to happen to me over the next two months.