Amanda untied the bandana she had made you put over your eyes to reveal where she had driven you to. In front of you was a tall flashing banner that showed that night's event at the Savemart Supercenter. Your eyes widened in delight as you saw the captions for Raw flash on the screen, and many superstars' faces, including Chris Jericho, Jeff Hardy, John Cena, Shawn Michaels, and most importantly, your favourite wrestler, and the hottest of them all, Randy Orton!
"Oh my gosh!" you exclaimed excitedly, as you spun to your best friend of nearly 15 years. You had met in gradeschool, and had been friends ever since, even graduating college early together.
Amanda grinned at you and stood holding two tickets with "Raw" in large font on the top. "Happy 25th birthday, Brooke!"
You squealed happily and seized Amanda in a tight hug, beaming at her. "This is great! You're great!"
Your best friend laughed, and you walked up the pavement and to the doors of the event center. "I try, I try."
That whole night was one of the best you had ever had. You had screamed for some superstars, you had booed for others, and you had nearly lost your voice from screaming when Orton came out to face John Cena. But oh, was it worth it. Amanda had bought tickets close up to the ring, practically right in front of it! Everything was so different in person, it was amazing to watch. The sight of the superstars, the sounds of the crowd screaming, and the music that flooded the arena when the superstars came out. The fireworks were the most memorable thing, particularly when the Heartbreak Kid had come out. His pyros lasted longer than most of the other superstars, and the whole arena shook from the deafening blasts as they went off behind the Showstopper as he fell to his knees before the audience.
HBK was up against Jeff for tonight, and you had no clue who to cheer for because you liked both of them, so you just sat back and completely enjoyed the match, cheering for both men as they gave their hearts to the match. The chants of "HBK, HBK" and "Hardy, Hardy!" really seemed to give the supersars fire in the match, and the crowd screamed excitedly when Shawn hit his flying elbow from the turnbuckle, but Jeff managed to kick out and knock Michaels down to the mat himself, and Jeff quickly capitalized, swantoning HBK for the win.
Everything else was a wonderful blur of excitement and euphoria until the main event, where John Cena and Randy Orton would fight each other. You liked both of them, they were both hott, but Randy was your favourite. You had always liked the bad boys. You watched with baited breath as Cena bounced off of the ropes, knocking Randy down several times before he stayed down. John looked around at the crowd, who were chanting for the "U Can't See me", and Cena walked to Randy's head, and waved his hand in front of his face as was his custom, and bounced back off of the ropes again, raising his hand high in the air, preparing to come down on Randy's face when Randy popped up and RKO'ed Cena, covering him for the win. He looked around smugly, and exited backstage, leaving Cena to recover in the ring.
You and Amanda sat back and chatted in loud voices about the various matches that had happened thoughout the night, also remembering the Highlight Reel, while you waited for the crowd to die down so you could leave. You couldn't stop thanking Amanda, and she thought it was hilarious.
"But wait, Brooke! There's more!" She said dramatically as she handed you your ticket. You hadn't realized you had given it back to her out of instinct when she had held out her hand. "Flip it over," she ordered, her eyes gleaming.
You did as she requested, and almost screamed again. There, on the back of the little slip of paper, was authorization to go backstage and meet the superstars. You hugged Amanda again just as a man dressed in a security guard's outfit walked up.
"Are you Amanda Walker and Brooke Donnovan?"
"That'd be us," you replied excitedly.
The guard smiled and helped you and Amanda over the barricade. "Right this way ladies...oh, and happy birthday," he said with a look to you, before turning back around.
You blushed slightly and thanked him, turning to see Amanda with a wicked grin on her face. "You're evil," you told her, giggling. She must have spoken to one of the people who ushred you through the doors while you had visited the restroom. You were pleasantly surprised they had actually spread the word. Amanda had probably sat there to make sure she had, you thought to yourself with a mental laugh.
"That's to the superstar's locker rooms, have fun girls," the guard told you with a wave of his hand in a direction leading down a hall.
"Thanks, Rick," Amanda said, with a glance to his nametag. Rick nodded and walked off.
You and Amanda walked through the corridors looking for Randy's locker room. You wanted to meet him first, and of course it was your birthday, your way, tonight, as Amanda had said. Finally reaching the door with the tag of "Orton" on it, you nervously knocked on the door. Your breath caught when he opened the door and after a moment of confusion he smiled after he opened the door.
"Hello, girls," he greeted.
"Hi, Mr. Orton," you stammered, lost in that handsome face...he was so much better looking in person!
Randy laughed. "Just call me Randy. You two want autographs?"
"Actually, we have backstage passes," Amanda responded.
"Oh! So you're the two who we were warned about," he teased you both, making you both erupt into fits of giggles. "Come on in," he said, and stepped aside, pulling the door fully open.
"He seems really nice in person!" Amanda whispered to you, you quickly nodding in response.
His locker room was almost like an office - with the exception of the wall of locker compartments. There was a TV on a table, and a couch, even a few rugs. Randy invited you both to sit on the couch, and he sat accross from you.
"So, it's your birthday, is it, Brooke?" he asked, giving you that sexy smile of his.
Blushing beat red and wishing he couldn't see it, you nodded. "Yes it is. I'm 25."
Randy chuckled. "I know it's not nice to ask a lady her age - you didn't need to tell me."
You chuckled back. "I don't care if people know my age."
Amanda was about to say something when another knock, louder than yours had been, came to
Randy's door and a few moments later John Cena himself stepped through.
"Hey, man, aren't we supposed to go to Denny's for some food?" he asked, then noticed the two of you, and smiled. "Oh, hey ladies! This must be the birthday girl and her friend."
Amanda pointed to you. "She's the brithday girl, I'm just the friend," she replied with a grin, making you blush even more.
"Gee, news around her sure travels fast," you said, smiling.
John laughed. "Happy Birthday." He smiled to you, then turned his head back to Randy. "Hey, want to have them tag along with us?"
"Sure," Randy agreed with a nod.
"Sweet!" you and Amanda both exclaimed at the same time, as both Randy and John laughed.
You followed the boys out to the back, and climbed into a very nice, very sporty red car that belonged to Randy. Even John was riding with him. You all spent several hours talking and laughing with one another, and they further embarrassed you when yet more superstars arrived, and they all sang to you. You had laughed, and knew your face had gone redder than a beat, but you loved every moment of it. The best had come at the end of the long night, when as Randy gave you a hug, he slipped something into the back pocket of your jeans, and had whispered "Happy Brithday" to you. Later when you took it out, you saw it was a napkin with his cell phone number on it.
