Artistically Speaking
Chapter 1
"Come on A.J. we don't have all night! The show starts in an hour!" a young girl's voice echoed through A.J.'s dream.
A.J. Harris, a young woman of 21, groggily sat up to see who was waking her from her much needed nap. Her stunning turquoise eyes fell on the small twelve year old standing beside her bed.
"I'm sorry, Jessie, I almost forgot. Let me just wash my face and change and then we'll get going , okay?" she assured the younger girl.
"Okay," Jessie nodded and trudged from the room.
"Sibling, you can never get enough of them," A.J. muttered and climbed out of bed.
Her slim six foot frame trudged slowly into the bathroom and she splashed some hot water in her face to wake herself up. A.J. then pulled on a pair of paint splattered black low rise jeans and a pink and white layered tank top.
"I might as well put some makeup on since I'll be in public," she sighed, grabbing her eyeliner and lip gloss.
"You look pretty, now can we leave?" Jessie appeared in the doorway of the bathroom.
A.J. laughed at the eagerness of her little sister and nodded, "Alright, you win, let's go."
"Yay!"
A.J. shook her head, her jet black bangs neatening at the gesture. She followed her sister out of her studio apartment and down the hall to the elevator. Jessie pulled her older sister in quickly and pressed the button, eagerly watching the doors close.
"I can't wait! I get to see my favorite stars!" Jessie squealed excitedly, bouncing out of the elevator, A.J. in tow behind her.
The two were heading to the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia to see the WWE Supershow. A.J. had waited in line for almost a day to get the best seats possible for her little sister's birthday.
"We get to see Batista and Mr. Kennedy and John Cena all in one night!" Jessie's voice snapped A.J. out of her thoughts as she started her car, a blue Dodge Durango.
"Jess, calm down, it's just a stupid show," A.J. said flatly.
She had no interest what so ever in wrestling, but Jessie and her friends were obsessed with it. A.J. was more into art and starting a career than sitting in front of a TV yelling at over paid musclemen. The only reason she even bought the tickets was so Jessie would be happy. A.J.'s number one priority was making her little sister happy and keeping her supported.
"It's not a stupid show, A.J. it's the most fun you'll ever have at a sporting event! It's even better than an Eagles game!" the younger girl persisted.
A.J. shook her head and kept silent, her eyes on the highway in front of her as she sped toward the Sports Complex exit. Ten minutes later the two were climbing out of the car and joining the throngs streaming into the Wachovia Center.
"A.J. this is so cool! Ringside seats! You're the best!" Jessie squealed, her curly brown hair bobbing as she jumped up and down with excitement. "You have to say this is better than being locked in your room throwing paint on a canvas!"
"I'm sorry, Jess, but I don't share the enthusiasm. I'm just here for you," A.J. sighed, taking her seat behind the black barrier dividing the fans from the ring.
Jessie remained standing, her blue eyes darting around the arena as she took in the scenery from up close. A.J. watched her as she leaned on the barrier, her oversized 'Chain Gang' t-shirt almost touching her knees. All of a sudden the lights dimmed and a man climbed into the ring. Jessie pulled A.J. to her feet as his voice rang out over the speakers.
"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to the WWE Supershow!"
Jessie screamed along with the rest of the crowd and A.J. looked down at her like she had four heads. Jessie rolled her eyes at her older sister and the man continued.
"Alright everyone get to your feet and get those signs ready because SmackDown will be taped first followed by a live broadcast of Monday Night Raw!"
A.J. clapped to please her sister who began jumping up and down with excitement again. The man climbed out of the ring and loud, blaring Texan music blasted through the arena. A.J. glanced at the enormous screen where the wrestlers were supposed to come out and saw a tall an in a grey suit and white ten gallon hat walk out from behind the curtain.
"That's JBL, he's one of the play by play guys," Jessie explained. "He's really annoying."
A.J. nodded as Jessie booed the man walking toward them. She got a good look at his face and had to keep herself from cringing. Jessie tugged as her tank top, motioning for her to boo with the rest of the crowd.
"Well, if I'm going to sit through this I might as well have fun," A.J. shrugged and joined in the booing.
The taping of SmackDown started with a battle Royal for the #1 Contender to the World Heavyweight Championship. A.J. did not know any of the wrestlers, nor did she care about them, so she took a seat as Jessie cheered and booed the various men.
"Oh my God, A.J.! Mr. Kennedy!" Jessie squealed as the Battle Royal ended with 'King' Booker winning.
"What?" she asked, her turquoise eyes searching her sister's face for an answer.
"Mr. Kennedy!" she squealed and the lights dimmed and said wrestler made his way to the ring.
"What's the big deal about him?" A.J. asked as Kennedy stood in the middle of the ring, his hand pointing to the ceiling where a microphone was lowered.
Her question was answered when the man began to say his name, Jessie and the rest of the crowd saying it with him.
MISTERRRRRRR KENNEDYYYYY!" everyone shouted. A.J. just laughed as he climbed onto the second rope opposite where she sat, "Kennedy!"
"I see," she chuckled and his opponent for the night, Super Crazy, made his own entrance.
A.J. quietly sat through the rest of SmackDown, finding it somewhat boring. Jessie must have agreed with her for she sat down as well until the host, The Miz, appeared on the screen.
"Up next the return of the Animal, Batista!"
Jessie screamed and jumped to her feet. She turned to A.J. and motioned for the championship belt A.J. had bought her before the show. A.J. sighed and handed her sister the expensive belt donning this 'Batista's' name.
"Come on A.J. stand up! He's the hottest guy on SmackDown!" Jessie pulled her sister to her feet.
Every one waited patiently for the music to start, their eyes on the motionless curtain. A.J. watched as well, eager to see the man Jessie seemed to have a crush on.
When the music did start the entire place erupted. A.J. swore she could feel the floor vibrating at the noise level. Batista walked out and she studied him closely. She had to admit he was attractive, even with all the muscle.
"Isn't he hot?" Jessie asked excitedly as Batista strode up the steps to ringside in front of them.
A.J. laughed, "I prefer less muscle."
Jessie rolled her eyes and cheered as Batista grabbed a mic and proceeded to call out Mark Henry.
By the time Monday Night Raw started, A.J. was already half asleep. Most of her energy had been spent on cheering Batista as he ended SmackDown. Jessie pulled her to her feet once again as the cameras panned over the ringside row.
"Jess, come on, I'm tired," A. J. complained as heavy metal blasted through the arena and everyone booed the man and woman who emerged from the simulated fog.
"Boo him, EDGE SUCKS!" Jessie yelled as Lita climbed the stairs in front of them.
A.J. shook her head as Edge began to make fun of the Philadelphia teams. As soon as he started on the Eagles A.J. jumped to her feet, booing him at the to of her voice. She cheered when John Cena, one of Jessie's favorites interrupted Edge.
"Go Cena!" Jessie called to his back and A.J. leaned against the barrier, looking up at her sister's favorite wrestler.
He turned and winked at Jessie, who almost fainted, before resuming his ready stance as Edge and RVD argued, setting the main event match as a Triple Threat for the WWE Championship.
A.J. helped her sister sit down and handed her a soda she'd bought earlier and didn't drink. Jessie was practically hyperventilating because Cena had winked at her.
"It's okay, you haven't seen Orton yet. Now he's a looker," Jessie grinned after she calmed down. "You'd like him, A. J. he's one cocky SOB."
"Hey, watch your mouth, Jessie."
The younger girl opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by another wrestler's entrance music. Jessie jumped to her feet, recognizing the song and tugged her sister's hand.
"It's him!" she smiled in awe. "It's Randy!"
A.J. leaned over the barrier to see who this guy was and her jaw dropped. "Okay he's hot!"
"I told you!" Jessie laughed and he made his way to the ring.
A.J. could feel the color rise in her cheeks as she watched Randy move closer to where she sat. Her heart skipped when he scanned the first row and their eyes met. He flashed a smile and winked before climbing into the ring to say his piece.
"Oh my God, A.J. he just winked at you!" Jessie squealed beside her.
A.J. shook her head, still stunned at this man and looked down at her younger sister. "I never thought I'd say this but, damn is he sexy."
Jessie laughed and the two watched him run his mouth before he climbed out of the ring on the opposite side. He made his was around the ring, greeting the fans. He stopped in front of A.J. and held out his hand She looked surprised but took it anyway, her eyes locked with his. He kissed the back of her hand, winked again and made his way back up the ramp.
"We have to wait for the limos, A.J. You have to see Randy again!" Jessie insisted and hour later as they made their way to the car after the show.
"Come on, Jess, I have to go to work in a couple hours can't we just go home?" A.J. whined as her sister dragged her toward a gathering crowd where the limos would soon leave.
"No, we'll wait here for a little while. If they don't leave before we have to we'll go home," Jessie nodded and leaned against the metal barrier, her blue eyes watching for any sign of a limo.
A.J. sighed and crossed her arms over her chest impatiently, checking her watch every ten minutes for the next two hours. She was about to tell Jessie it was time to leave when a long line of limousines streamed out of the complex. Most of them stopped and various Superstars stepped out to embrace their fans.
Jessie pulled out her program and got John Cena, Carlito, Johnny Nitro, Trish Stratus, Dave Batista and the Miz to sign it. A.J. was dumbstruck at how the Superstars were practically drawn to her sister. She watched as each one told her how cute she was when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around and came face to face with none other than The Legend Killer: Randy Orton.
"H-hi," she stuttered, feeling the color rise in her cheeks.
"Cute kid, she your daughter?" Randy asked as Jessie stared up at him in awe.
"No, she's my sister," A.J. corrected and watched him sign a picture in her program.
"You two need a lift?" he asked, his blue eyes meeting A.J.'s turquoise.
"Thanks but no, I drove up here," A.J. replied, her eyes locked with Randy's.
"Then can I treat you to dinner? It's not everyday I meet a pretty girl like you."
A.J. smiled, her cheeks hot with embarrassment, "That's very sweet of you, but we have to be heading home. I start me shift in an hour, sorry."
Randy nodded, "I didn't catch your name."
"It's A.J." she blushed. "A.J. Harris."
"Pleasure to meet you A.J." he smirked and she felt her knees go weak.
"Same to you," she half whispered and she pulled Jessie away from him into the screaming crowd. She glanced over her shoulder and noticed him watching her. A.J. waved before puling Jessie out of sight toward her car.