Re-edited Sept. 30 2012

Title: Instant Messenger 1/?

Author: Music

Category:WWE

Rating: T for teen...cuz I like to swear.

Summary: A nice messenger chat with WWE imposters becomes her way for escape. Cause that's all they were, Imposters. she wasn't that dense, she just wanted to pretend and play along cuz that's what they were doing.. Right?

Disclaimer: the OC's belong to me… wrestlers belong to the WWE and/or themselves,

Spoilers: Randy is suspended, and I'll prolly just make it up as I go along

Feedback: Please

Author's Note: Ahem if this completely sucks, I'm blaming it on my feverish mind… I wrote this while sick. There is an explanation behind this story that I may perhaps share at a later date. I dreamed half of it… but that's how a lot of my fics start...and before people go on about another Randy story… SOOOO not my fault… My Randy Muse is running rampant and SOOOO not my fault… please tell me what you honestly think it's written in 1st person which I usually don't do… oh and this part is unbetaed…my poor girls internet is down.

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So it's actually kinda weird how it all started. I got sick awhile back therefore I was stuck on bed rest for a while. My mother bought me a laptop to keep me occupied so I could continue to surf the web and it worked. I ended up meeting a lot of people, joining a lot of wrestling groups and just having fun and forgetting.

So one night I'm at my laptop when a friend comes on saying 'oh my god I'm actually talking to THE Randy Orton.' I chuckled at that. But nonetheless, I was invited to their messenger conversation and ended up adding him. Soon after I ended up adding various other "Superstars". Chris Masters, John Cena, Rey Mysterio, Christian Cage, Ashley, Torrie and Trish Stratus. They all had messenger names that were the first or last name followed by their birthdays, something that would make them seem really legit. I dunno why, I just added them for the fun of it. I started off talking to Randy, John, and Ashley the most, and when I refer to them, you got to remember that I'm referring to them as being imposters, I think I believed it was them for all of 2 seconds until I stopped myself and was like wait a sec, when would they ever have time to chat on messenger, it just didn't add up. During one big group conversation though, I had my speakers on when Randy talked but I brushed it off, how hard is it too pick up a recording and replay it? It was fuzzy at best so I couldn't hear it properly. Sure it sounded like Randy but again with the fuzzy recording.

I didn't really think much of it, When they were on I talked to them, and they weren't stupid, they didn't come on when they were supposedly on TV or had house shows or appearances, they knew all the news, but so did I. But they were fun to talk to, especially with my illness; it was something I could get into and just have fun with.

You see, when I said I was sick, I meant I was Sick. I had Cancer. Acute myeloid leukemia to be exact. It wasn't lethal, we had caught it in the early stages so it was easily fixable but that also meant I still had to go through the Chemotherapy treatments to make it easily fixable and they were hell, pure hell. During treatments, I would get so sick that I would disappear from the net for days at a time. I was an out-patient at the hospital so I went home in between treatments. My internet friends would always ask me if I was okay and I would tell them I was, I just had real life stuff to deal with, no biggie and they always accepted it. I didn't want them to start acting weird around me, not like the people who used to surround me and claimed to be my friends.

Besides being sick, and distancing myself from everyone I used to know, I lost my hair. My long dark red hair that I had loved so much. I had a Catheter put in my chest to administer the drugs so they didn't have to keep finding a vein and I hated it, it was ugly and along with the hair loss the weight loss and that stupid thing in my chest I felt ugly. I just felt awful and when I was well enough I'd go online to have some solace from the physical, emotional, and mental pain I was constantly in.

After one of my treatments where I was away longer than last time, I came back online, ready to catch up. I had just read that Orton had been suspended and was ranting about that to some friends when a message appeared.

Randy: Hey sweetheart, where have you been?

I smiled as this was the first time he had started a conversation with me. I usually spoke to them first.

Wannabe Diva: Dealing with real life, you know how it gets.

Randy: everything Okay?

Wannabe Diva: Of course why wouldn't it be?

Randy: Just making sure. So what's new?

Wannabe Diva: Nothing actually. Just at home checking on my mail.

Randy: Don't you work during the day? Lol

Wannabe Diva: No fair! :P you don't work during the day. At least not always. But I'm…. in between jobs.

Randy: Lol.. ooohhhh canned from the last place huh?

Wannabe Diva: Nah I quit couldn't take it anymore.

Randy: So what do you do now?

Wannabe Diva: Exactly what you see me doing now. Lol. And what are you doing now? Huh? What's this I read about a suspension?

Randy: :p okay now you're getting mean.

Wannabe Diva: -looks innocent- Moi? Mean? Hmm from all the rumors I've been hearing, I'm not the mean one.

Randy: well you're learning to be mean but I guess I deserved that.

Wannabe Diva: But I gotta say you've been pretty nice to me. So either you've quickly changed or I'm just special, or….

Randy: Or what?

Wannabe Diva: Nothing. I should probably go, I'm not feeling to well.

Randy: What's wrong?

Wannabe Diva: nothing.

Randy: Is that your favorite word? Lol.

Wannabe Diva: Sometimes. I got others but that's for me to know and you to find out. I'll talk to you later okay.

Randy: Okay sweetheart, take it easy. I miss talking to you. –Hugs-

Wannabe Diva: -hugs-, miss talking to you too. I should be on again regularly, so hopefully you'll be around.

Randy: well I'm just working out and doing some training but other than that not much here. Talk to you when you're on.

Oh he was good. Working out and training? I rolled my eyes and gave a small chuckle but thought no more of it.

I talked to him again a few days later. I was online when he came on and was the first one to speak this time. There was nothing special about our conversation. He just asked how I was feeling, I asked how he was doing with the suspension and I sent him a graphic that I had made of him. He wrote back saying it was awesome and asked if he could keep it. I told him of course it was no big deal to me. He left soon after telling me he was headed down to the gym and would speak to me later.

Next time we were both online, I was finishing up a graphic for one of my online groups when he messaged me.

Randy: So why is it that for weeks at a time you always seem to be on then you seem to just disappear for periods of time.

Wannabe Diva: Keeping tabs on me Randy Orton?

Randy: Nah I've just noticed that a couple times. How come a pretty girl like you isn't out living it up?

Wannabe Diva: -Blushes- Pretty?

Randy: Yes, I like your picture. How come you're not out with your boyfriend?

The picture he was referring to was an old picture taken before I got sick. I was a lot plumper then. I sometimes swore I was only half of what I used to be. I never took pictures anymore. As for the boyfriend, when I got sick, I moved back home and he wasn't happy about it. We ended up breaking up and to be honest it didn't bug me. I was sick, I didn't want him looking after me, I wanted him to go out and have fun and live, something that was temporarily put on hold for me.

Wannabe Diva: Who said anything about a boyfriend? -raises eyebrow-

Randy: I would just assume that you would have one, I think you look really good.

Wannabe Diva: Thanks but I'm single I broke up with my bf not too long ago.

Randy: Idiot.

Wannabe Diva: excuse me?

Randy: Him, for letting you go.

Wannabe Diva: I do declare, Randy Orton, are you flirting with me ;)

Randy: and is that so bad? :p….

Wannabe Diva: I'll get back to you on that.

Randy: so why did you guys break up?

Wannabe Diva: boring story. We were together, I got bored, he got bored, wanted to live my own life, so I told him it was done and moved back in with my mom.

Randy: Ouch, that can't be easy.

Wannabe Diva: It actually was, I'm over it and I enjoy being with my family again.

Randy: That's good I'm glad for you then.

Wannabe Diva: Thank you.

Randy: Anymore of those cool graphic thingies?

Wannabe Diva: Do you think I actually sit here making graphics of you all day…. I'll let you know I sometimes make other Wrestlers too. ;p

Randy: pouts does that mean no?

Wannabe Diva: Aww poor baby.. lol… hold on lemme see what I can dig out…..

Wannabe Diva: I can't find any decent ones I'll make you a pretty new one. So I gotta ask you, you ask me about my bf how come you're not enjoying your time off with your gf?

Randy: I don't have one.

Wannabe Diva: See now that I find hard to believe.

Randy: it's true, it's hard to have one on the road.

Wannabe Diva: No doubt. –yawn- I think it's time for me to sleep.

Randy: will you be on tomorrow?

Wannabe Diva:…I guess, I'm usually on all day. I'll ttyl.

Randy: bye sweetheart –hugs-

I signed off a little confused, I mean usually when I talk to the guy, it's in a big group conversation sometimes one on one just whenever we were both around. But now my fake Randy was looking to talk to me checking to make sure I would be online. This brought a smile to my face. Please don't ask me why, I think it had to do with having a guy actually want to talk to me. Most of my online buddies were girls and none of them knew I was sick, hell, very few friends did, except my cousin who didn't live too far and would come visit on some of my stronger days. Of all my old friends, and I counted my cousin as my best friend, Danni was the only one I continued talking too and I was okay with that.

Unfortunately I was too weak the next day to do much else then lie in bed watching my Buffy DVD's. I had my good days and my bad days. I had to be extra careful, although the Chemo was getting rid of the cancer it was also affecting my ability to fight colds, I had to be careful not to overexert myself for fear of getting any type of infection as it could be deadly and I had fought so hard I wasn't going to let a simple cold come along and put me in danger.

"Sweetie, someone keeps messaging you on your laptop."

I slightly turned my head to see my mom in the doorway holding my laptop.

"Who?" I softly asked.

"Randy?"

I sighed, remembering I had told him I would be online today.

"Tell him I'm not here, that I went out with a friend."

She gave me a concerned look, knowing that none of my online friends knew what the real deal with me was and I preferred to keep it that way.

"Are you sure sweetheart?"

"Yes," I replied my eyes turning back to the screen. Fake or not I didn't want his pity.

I wasn't well enough to go back on for another couple days and when I did Randy wasn't online but John Cena was.

John: hey girl how you been?

Wannabe Diva: Fine, what's up?

John: Not much just wanted to make sure you're okay. Orton is worried about you.

I rolled my eyes. Let me guess, the same guy pretended to be both of them? Cause really, I'm sure Randy Orton and John Cena sit around talking about how some online fan wasn't online when she said she would be. How dense did they think I was?

Wannabe Diva: ahh sorry about that. Have been busy. Tell him I'm okay and will talk to him later.

John: I just did.

Wannabe Diva: Excuse me?

John: I just called him and told him, he said not to go anywhere he'll be online. And now I gotta get going.

Wannabe Diva: Of course.

John: What?

Wannabe Diva: Nothing. Good luck on your upcoming match.

He signed off and I waited a good couple minutes when lo and behold guess who signed on.

Wannabe Diva: Worried about me Orton?

Randy: Well you said you would be on.

Wannabe Diva: Lol sorry real life.

Randy: Look I really hate to ask this but have you told me your name before?

Wannabe Diva: Possibly…

Randy: Well?

Wannabe Diva: oh would you like to know? :P it's Lana….

Randy: Nice name

Wannabe Diva: I try.

Randy: So why are you just a wannabe?

Wannabe Diva: Cause I'm not a wrestler or even a Diva just a wannabe…

Randy: Why, you want to be one?

Wannabe Diva: At one point I did.

Randy: Why not now?

Wannabe Diva: Trust me I won't make it now.

Randy: Don't say that. If you want it you can get it.

Wannabe Diva: I know. I want it but there are too many obstacles.

Randy: Like what?

Wannabe Diva: Like stuff. You're nosy.

Randy: Sorry I get that a lot but if you want it, go for it. Don't let anything stop you. And just so you know OVW is the best.

Wannabe Diva: blah blah blah, you sound like my therapist.

Randy: Therapist? -raises eyebrow-

Wannabe Diva: Yes haven't you heard, all the cool kids have one now.

Randy: Interesting…

Wannabe Diva: well what's this I read about you seeing someone for your "problem" would that be a therapist or anger management.

Randy: Ouch.

Wannabe Diva: Sorry I didn't mean it like that…

Randy: I know, but I gotta go, I'll talk to you later.

Wannabe Diva: Don't be mad, that came out all wrong.

Randy: I'm not, I swear. I'll talk to you later Lana. –hugs-

Wannabe Diva: ok night randy.

I signed off feeling bad. Okay I know he wasn't Randy but I still felt bad for saying that. I have this nasty habit of speaking and then thinking. It's not good but I'm not as bad as I used to be thank god but I still wasn't perfect. Oh come on, no one is.

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