A/N: Honestly, this came to me because I got an idea for a certain line Randy would say. I think I'll be keeping to just doing oneshots for now because my inspiration is slowly coming back. Apparently, I have a lot of inspiration for Maryse, so I'll be doing some more of her in the coming weeks. That being said, enjoy and reviews are very much welcome!

Disclaimer: Everything having to do with the WWE is owned by VKM.

Maryse was like a butterfly. Beautiful on the outside, twisted on the inside. She wasn't like any of the other WWE Divas. Randy Orton knew that better than anyone. They also had a lot in common. Sometimes they were too alike. Both were cocky, knew what they wanted, and would stop at nothing to achieve greatness. Most importantly, or unfortunately, they could also be cruel to each other and love it.

Which was how they found themselves in the situation they were currently in. Well, that and the fact once of them was too stubborn to admit he was wrong.

The Legend Killer sighed. "Damn it. The arena is supposed to fucking be here."

"It would be if you were going the right way." his girlfriend hissed.

He chuckled. "Now you're talking to me?"

Maryse narrowed her eyes. "No, I'm not."

"All because of one little thing?"

"You forgot MY birthday. Not Kelly's, John Cena's, or Ted's. Mine." she said quietly. "Everyone wished me a happy birthday or gave me something. Everyone but you." The French Canadian Diva said angrily.

"I had other things on my mind." he said slowly.

She scoffed. "Of course you did. I've learned that by now. The only thing you care about is the title. Having the title or getting it back. Nothing ever comes close in you opinion."

He looked at the blonde vixen. "I deserve to be champion."

The self-proclaimed sexiest of the sexy rolled her eyes. "And I don't? I do however, put other things higher on my list of priorities than some shiny object. Unlike you."

"You're really mad." he mused, "How is it that you came with me?"

"You were the only person who wanted to come early. I spent yesterday out, instead of being here early, because it was my---

Randy sighed. "Birthday, I know."

She looked at him and said sweetly. "No, you obviously didn't know." Turning around, she smiled. "Stop. We're here."

Not even letting her boyfriend come to a complete stop, she got out the car, and slammed the door.

Later that night…

"Hey." Randy greeted the Diva.

"I come back tonight, Orton. De not distract me." she hissed.

"You used to like my distractions." he said quietly. Seeing they weren't alone, he narrowed his eyes. "Why is the Miz here? Most importantly, why is he looking at us like our conversation is his business?"

She shrugged. "We're supposed to do a segment to pick up where we left off before I got hurt."

"Why?" he asked. "Can't you say you don't want to work with him? That you won't?"

Maryse smirked. "I'm not John Cena, I don't get to decide who I work with."

"You mean you don't mind?" he asked incredulously.

"Beats working with an asshole." she muttered.

His nostrils flared, and grabbing her wrist, he said, "You're with me, not the Miz or even John Cena. I'm Randy Orton, okay? No one is better than me. If you're with me, then you do not flirt with the Miz or some other idiot. I'm not some toy you flaunt around, got it?"

She grabbed her arm from his hold and simply walked away. The French Canadian Diva went to the Miz and hugged him. When she was sure the Legend Killer's gaze was on them, she mouthed, "Got it."

Why? Because they were that dysfunctional.