Daniella's Up Rise

Chapter 11

-Randy's POV-

I hated myself. Why was I being so dramatic about this? All I had to do was at least walk over there, but no, I was too much of a chicken. 

Tsk, tsk, tsk. 

Whatever you're about to say, don't say it. I'm not in the mood. 

Alright, alright, just answer me this real quick: Why were you so scared?

I don't have to answer you. I took another swig of my 2nd cup of beer. I was so glad my tour bus was only a couple of blocks down. I wasn't driving anywhere. My head was just blurry at this point. Couldn't think straight, could barely hear my phone ring. Wait, why the hell is my phone ringing? I looked at the caller ID. Ugh, Eve. 

How'd she even get my number? Unless I was more drunk than I thought. I let the phone ring and ring. I couldn't help but smile, smile at the fact that she was sitting there, waiting, waiting for me to answer, but I know I would never pick up. Why should I pick up? And why is she calling me at 2am anyway? The phone stopped ringing and I was relieved. Then it started up again. I groaned. 

"What!?" I yelled as I picked up the phone.

There was a pause before she responded, "Damn, didn't mean to bother you or anything." I just rolled my eyes. Doesn't matter now.

"Just..talk." I ordered her.

"Well I got word from McMahon and we have a mix tag team match next Monday."  It took me a minute to realize what she said.

"We?" I repeated.

"Yup, me and you." I put the phone down for a minute and drank my beer again. I never agreed to a tag team match. I stayed silent. I guess she knew I was still there because of the music playing the background, "I was thinking later on we could head to the gym and work together." I didn't say anything didn't feel like talking, "Randy!" 

I suddenly felt really sleepy, I mumbled weakly, "Yeah, yeah. I'll be 'ere." I hung up the phone. Didn't want to hear her talking anymore. I took the battery out my phone and yawned. Sleep. That's what I want. I got up from the stool and stumbled my way outside. It was cold for October. Felt like November, but what do I know? I'm wearing shorts sleeves and jeans for pete's sake. 

Time seemed to be faster than normal. It could've been five minutes or 10 but I made it to the tour bus. It was unlocked. Joseph must've left it here. Or knew I was going to be out later. He might even be in the back sleeping. Who am I kidding? Of course he is! I yawned as I closed the door behind me. Yeah, I want sleep. I completely ignored my own bed in the back and passed out on the couch. Aw, much better. 

-Daniella's POV-

All of us were at the gym on a Tuesday morning. We decided to get here early before it got real busy and crowds of people wouldn't leave us alone. Well, more leave him alone, but anyway, he said there were things I could've worked on from last night. He said my punches looked weak and I needed to work on them. I didn't mind, I knew I was more legs than arms so I guess I could use some help. 

"So, like I said, use your arms like you would your feet. Remember how you learned how to kick that fast?" 

I nodded, "Yeah, hip movements basically," I shrugged. I guess that was right, kicking came natural, never really had to learn it.

"Well, fella, it's the same thing. Now, put ya' hands up and get ready to fight." I got in my stance as Sheamus got in his as well. He looked focused, like he really was going to take me down. Just means I have to keep up. I focused on his chest to watch his movements, now I all I needed was my reacting time, "Jimmy-boy, count us down," Sheamus and Jim seemed to be getting along fine. They even had funny names for each other. Sheamus called Jim, Jimmy-boy and Jim called Sheamus, She-man.