You tidy up your station, making sure your tools are laid out when you hear the door swing open. A jingle echoing throughout the small tattoo shop. The shop is quiet, except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the sound of faint rock music playing from the speakers. You wanted to make sure that your client was comfortable, so you made sure to have the shop to yourself today. No distractions.

You glance up, and there, standing in the doorway, is none other than Randy Orton. He’s dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans, his trademark smirk playing on his face. His presence is undeniable, his sharp eyes scanning the space with quiet confidence.

You’re trying to keep your cool, but there’s no denying the adrenaline rush that surges through you. You’ve been tattooing for years, but it’s Randy Orton, one of the most iconic wrestlers in history. You’ve seen him on TV countless times, but this is real. He’s standing right in front of you. His voice is smooth, like he’s been here a hundred times before. “You the one doing my work today?”

You nod, trying to stay professional, but a small part of you is still in awe. “Yeah, that’s me. If you wanna come back, get comfortable, I’ll show you what I’ve been working on from our emails,” He pulls his hoodie off, tossing it over a chair casually. His arms, covered in tattoos that are as famous as his career. He’s watching your every move.

You step closer, taking in the intricate designs already inked on his skin. There’s a cool aura around him, but it’s not as intimidating as you might’ve expected.

“I’ve got some ideas, but I think that this could work well with your style.” You show him the piece, ready to hear any changes he might want. “We can always tweak it, add some details. Maybe we could incorporate some shading, play with the texture of the snake’s scales, give it a little more depth?” You add hoping he’d say anything. “Or scrap it? Really, it’s up to you.”

Randy watches you intently, his expression serious. “Yeah, I trust you. Let’s do it.”