How It All Started (Randy/Elle/John)

A younger Randy smirked cockily as he walked into the training facility that was used for OVW, he held the Junior college student, Elle Withers, closely to the side. He shot a small glare at any of the guys who looked at Elle for a second too long, playing the role of the overprotective/asshole of a boyfriend perfectly. To everyone else, Randy was just some overrated, cocky wrestler, but to Randy, he was marking his territory.

Elle looked around the facility in awe as she cuddled closer to Randy as his grip around her tightened. She smiled up at her best friend, crush, first boyfriend, and what who she thought of as her everything. Elle was proud of Randy and she was happy that he had loved her enough to allow her into his life. Despite their issues, arguments and fights, she'd always hoped that Randy would straighten up...which could be part of the reason why she never let him go.

"Cena!" Randy yelled, walking over to John.

Elle looked up at John, her eyes widening a bit and a smile immediately forming on her face. Something about the 6'1 man standing in front of her just seemed right and he definitely caught her attention.

John looked over and immediately looked at Elle. He had to admit he was jealous every time he saw her with Randy. She was beautiful, smart, sweet. He was the girl he wanted for a while but Randy was his best friend so he decided to push his feelings aside and not interfere.

"Hey Randy, Elle." John said with a smile.

Elle shyly waved at John, she hated that she acted like this whenever she was around him at times.

Randy chuckled, looking down at Elle.

"You know how she gets. She acts like she's never met you before." Randy said.

"Hush Randy." Elle chuckled, smacking Randy playfully on the shoulder.

John always found that adorable.

"It's cute." John said.

Elle's blushed from embarrassment, her eyes quickly moving from John to the ground.

"What can I say, my girl is cute." Randy said, his attention adverting when he sees a leggy brunette.

Fresh meat. He thought to himself, a small smirk appearing on his face.

John saw Randy's attention turn to someone else then shook his head before grabbed something and throwing it at Randy's stomach.

"Ow, what the fuck was that for?" Randy asked, glaring at John.

Elle looked up at the two, raising an eyebrow.

"You know why." John said.

Randy rolled his eyes.

"Babe, do me a favor. Can you get my bag? I left it in the car." Randy said.

"Sure." Elle said, smiling as she walked away.

"Cena, chill. I know what I'm doing." Randy said.

"Oh really you do?" John asked as he rolled his eyes.

"And she's not your fucking servant get your own bag." John said.

"Chill the fuck out Cena, I have Elle wrapped around my finger." Randy said, smirking a bit as he sat down on a nearby bench. "I love her, but she's so clueless to all of this that she'll believe whatever I do I say. And if she doesn't....well, I know how I can convince her."

"You're an asshole." John said.

"What the hell is your problem?" Randy asked.

"Nothing." John said.

"Whatever." Randy muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Here you go." Elle said, setting Randy's bag down.

"Thank you." Randy said, grabbing Elle by her waist and pulling her onto his lap.

Elle giggled.

"Randy..." Elle said.

Randy kissed the side of Elle's face before he got up and grabbed his bag.

"I need to get ready. Cena, keep an eye on her." Randy said, he kissed Elle quickly on the lips before running into the locker room, hoping Elle didn't see the brunette walk in there not too long ago.

Elle bit her lip, looking down immediately, a bit hurt by Randy's sudden getaway.

John sat closer to Elle.

"You okay?" John asked.

Elle looked up at John and nodded.

"Yeah...." Elle sighed. "I just came all the way down here and I'd hoped Randy and I can spend some time together...." She shrugged, mid-sentence. "But he's busy, I understand."

"I'm sorry he's so busy. You deserve more attention." John said.

"He's doing what he loves, I don't want to complain." Elle said.

"You have every right to complain." John said.

"I don't. He may be an ass at times, but he's done a lot for me." Elle said. "The least I can do is just deal with all of this."

"You shouldn't have to." John said.

(Now I'm going to bed. lol I just saw I missed this topic and wanted to put a post in before I went to bed. lol)

"I'm his girlfriend. Why shouldn't I?" Elle asked.

(Night)

"Because you don't deserve to be left by yourself all the time. You're a great girl." John said.

"It's the price you have to pay for being a wrestler's girlfriend." Elle said.