I hear the harshness in his voice, I debate pointing it out but I figure I need to get on his good side. “I love wrestling, but if you weren’t being a dick you would have noticed my remotes guts are scattered on the floor…” I give a convincing sad face, “Tear!” I say using my pointer finger to slide down my cheek like a tear.
I could tell in his eyes he was fighting a smile, “Hm, looks like I get to have all control tonight” he smirks slyly placing the batteries back into the remote.
“No…just majority unless you wanna just hand me the remote, I’m best when I’m in control” I wink, then burst into laughter. “I’m just joking, I have a dirty mind but I’m as innocent as a butterfly.” I use my hands as a pillow, tilting my head to one side and bat my eyelashes at him with my most innocent smile.
“I doubt it but I’ll take your word for it” He says rolling his eyes but I couldn’t help but notice his sides of his lips turned up. “Alright, so first things first: wrestling is stunted in case you didn’t know. However not all of it is fake, sometimes when people are having a personal issue they do use the match as a chance to have a real fight. It’s rare but you’ll know these matches because people in suits and referees come out.” He pauses, waiting for some kind of question.
My mind races for a question so the awkward silence will go away, every thought that comes to mind involves how hot he is so they won’t do! “Erm…um… have you ever done that? Have a real fight I mean.” I ask, he shrugs his shoulders and I can’t help but look at his perfectly built body.
“A few times, I always regret them though you get charged big money for going off script unless it’s an accident. Now I’ll start Smackdown and I’ll point out any mistakes I notice also what move they are using, ect.” He says, staring at the tv my eyes still on his body Jazmine get ahold of yourself before he notices…okay, okay I’ll look at the tv in three…two…two and a half…one…one and a half….one and erm what comes next? I can’t focus he is so beautiful! “You listening?” He suddenly asks, I shake my head and look at his face he lifts and eyebrow obviously confused.
“Yeah, sorry I have a killer headache...” I lie, I break the long eye contact we hold looking at the TV Teddy Long was bragging that People Power was over when suddenly he was interrupted by The Big Sellout...oops I meant The Big Show! "Question!" I squeal raising my hand in the air, Randy fights a smile as he points at me like a teacher calling on a student. "Is Show really...you know? Or is he just playing a character?" I ask excitement in my voice along with concern,
"Do you really wanna know? Once I tell you, you can't just forget about it." Randy lifts his eyebrow before turning back watching Show talk about how John Cena could never beat him one on one.
"Yes! No...wait...hmm... yes! Now quick tell me before I change my mind!" I squeal hugging a pillow to cover my mouth so I don't speak up, Brodus Clay's music blast and we both turn back to the TV expecting a good fight.
"Um...well hold on this may be a good lesson for you..." he trails off leaning closer to the TV, Big Show immediately got the upper hand attacking Brodus as he slid into the ring he makes a fatal mistake by letting him up off the ground Brodus takes over having Show stuck in the corner. "So as you notice no one is really trying to stop it, so it is a planned attack, so far I don't see a mistake they both look fairly believable when it comes to being mad and actually hitting." David Otunga comes out of nowhere and hits Brodus' knee causing him to fall to the mat. "Alright here is something, with the angle of the camera it looked okay, not perfect like if it was a more experienced wrestler but if the camera was on the other side it would have looked fake." he adds rewinding the part to show me again,
"Oh, I see, so Big Show bad guy in real life?" I ask while we watch Big Show get ready for the Weapon Of Mass Distruction, his finishing move that leaves everyone knocked out in the ring.
"...Big Show...or Paul as I call him...is...well..." He stalls I see the enjoyment he gets in his eyes as I can barely hold in my excitement my heart starts to race wondering if this truely was him. "He is a fun guy like he normally is in the ring." Randy finally says with a crooked smile,
"Thank God!" I yell throwing my hands in the air, doing a slight happy dance, Randy laughs.
"So I take it your a Show fan?" He asks looking back at the TV,
"When he isn't a complete jerk I cheer for him but even when he is the bad guy I still feel for him and want to support him but I can't." I sigh shaking my head in disapproval,
Otunga climbs in the ring with a mic and cracks jokes like he is the one that did all the work, he starts to do Brodus' dance then breaks into doing his stupid little poses. "Hate that guy..." I mutter at the same moment that Randy did, we turn to each other and my heart skips a beat as his very serious face slowly melts into a heartmelting smile.
The commercial starts and Randy fumbles with the remote to fast-forward, “bet she still isn’t watching it.” He mumbles to himself with a snarl,
“Are you okay…you seemed to be a little…out of it.” I pull myself up just slightly to look him in the eyes,
“I’m fine.” He says not even looking at me,
“I come off as nosy, but really I just like helping people so I ask a lot of questions feel free to say ‘Shut up and mind your own business Jazmine’ and I’ll drop it but at the same time… I really would like to help.” I say in hush voice, hoping to sooth him and not set him off. He looks over his shoulder just slightly his eyes meeting mine and my heart flutters in my chest.
“It’s nothing, just have something stuck on my mind.” He sighs,
“Well, I’m a good listener and sometimes it helps to talk about it to get it to leave your mind alone.” I give a weak smile, and pat the spot on the bed beside me
He stares at me, unreadable face but something tells me he is thinking about it. Just when I was about to give up and say never mind he stands up and pauses the TV. “It’s just, I found out that my wife doesn’t even bother to watch wrestling. For years I thought she loved it as much as me then today I found out she can’t stand it.” He says taking a seat beside me, his scent sneaks up my nose and I want to get closer.
“Well I don’t blame her,” I say, he furrows his brow
“What do you mean?” He asks, his eyes piercing through mine
“Just I wouldn’t want to see the guy I was desperately in love with get bumbled to death!” I say in a dramatic voice, he thinks about it for a minute.
“Actually the only matches she does watch are mine.”
“That should be that much special to you, one she is watching a show that bores her to death for you and two she is watching you get hit even though I’m sure it hurts her and makes her nervous.” I point out, this time he really does take his time to think about. “I mean I freak out when you get hurt, I could just imagine what she feels like.” I add pushing the hair out of my face,
“Yeah, you have a point…wait, why would you freak out?” he asks suddenly lifting and eyebrow, heat rushes to my cheeks and I smile awkwardly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I say quickly looking away,
“Why would you freak out, Jaz?” He asks again scooting over closer, my heart speeds up with the thought of him staring at me right now.
“I never said that, those voices in your head must be getting to you!” I grin, I take a breath and turn toward him his grin makes my heart get caught in my throat and it suddenly gets hard to breath.
“You just said it five seconds ago!” He chuckles, I shake my head again denying it.
“No, we just went over this you are hearing things, if I wasn’t crippled cause of you I would rush you to the hospital” I laugh, why is he pushing this so much? He knows the reason…what if he needs to hear it…don’t be silly Jazmine, Randy Orton would never like you. I think as I examine his eyes everyone always points out how cold they are however I feel so…welcomed.
“Fine, looks like we aren’t watching wrestling” he smirks, leaning in closer to me, my entire body tingles with excitement.
“Pft whatever, when you leave I’ll just watch it I’m recording it.” I wink at him, with a giant smile
“Well I guess I’ll have to delete it.” He winks back, that wink literally made me feel like I was having a heart attack in a good way of course.
“You wouldn’t dare.” I narrow my eyes at him,
“Try me…” he whispers in my ear, his cold breath on my neck sends a sensation up and down my spine.
“Ugh, fine…I had a crush on you” I put emphasis on the word had, “but I’m suddenly realize I shouldn’t cause you are a horrible person!” I laugh, barely able to finish the lie, his eyes sparkle with what looks like happiness but of course I’m probably imagining it.
“Well I just wanted to hear it,” he chuckles with a bright grin, “Make you feel a little awkward since you always put me in awkward situations.”
“Well you heard it, so can we watch Smackdown, geez!” I giggle, turning toward the TV. I swear I can feel his eyes staring at me but I fight the urge to meet his glance, focusing hard on the TV waiting for him to hit play.