I do not own anyone in this story. They belong to WWE... And this is completely fictional. Enjoy! -Mrs Cena Lover

"Hey Maria Randy's on!" Mickie said smacking my arm lightly. I sighed and turned away from where I was painting my nails to look at her.

"Micks how many times do I have to tell you I don't care if Randy's on!" I said with a glare at her.

She just smirked, "Oh come on you know you want to watch his match!"

"No I actually do not! All that is going to happen is he's going to turn all snake boy and end up winning or losing. I don't find that entertaining."

"Oh come on Maria..." Mickie said and gave me the I know something smile. "You totally want to see his match but don't want me to know!" she cried out.

I scuffled at her and turned my attention to the screen. Snake boy himself was walking down the ramp to his damn music. That song I can't ever seem to get out of my head... Oh how I hate that song.

He climbed on to the turnbuckle and threw his arms out making his muscles flex for a split second. I glared at the screen at how he soaked in the crowds boos. He seemed so relax, something I envy... He was so natural to this. I hate it.

"Can John just come out already? I almost fell asleep because I was so bored." I said towards Mickie.

She rolled her eyes and John's music hit. The crowd was off of their feet but the camera showed Randy for a split second and he had a Façade, he was a bitter cruel man. The way his eyes burned with so much hatred made you lust for him more. The muscles on his arms made you awe as they tensed and relaxed. The tattoo's screamed bad boy. So tempting. Oh how I hate those tattoo'd arms. His perfect body made a girl want to drool... Something I would never be caught doing! I hate his damn sexy abs.

As the match progressed and Randy went into Viper mode my heart rate quickened. It was definitively the most... non... sexiest thing in the world. As he pound his fist against the mat his muscles were tense. His eyes were darkened in such a sexy... what?... His mouth started foaming... SO un-attractive! I scrunched up my nose in disgust as he got up and hit the RKO. Totally, not sexy... nope... not sexy at all.

"How'd you like my match?" he asked me with his deep voice that seemed to swoon me.

"I didn't watch it," I said with a smirk.

His lips tugged into that famous Randy Orton smirk that I hated so much. "Oh yeah?" he challenged me.

"Yeah... what is there to watch? You'd ruin the fun," I said looking him up and down in disgust.

"Are you checking me out, Maria?" he asked with a cocky smile. Oh how I hate his cocky-ness.

"I was not. What is there to look at? nothing special," I said with a smirk. I looked him up and down from head to toe as I bit my lip. His body was so relaxed and tanned. His skin looked smooth with the oil applied on. I just wanted to reach out and feel it. I hate his skin.

"Oh really now? You didn't just check me out?" he asked and then took a swing of his water bottle. His lips were so soft and a droplet of water stayed on them. My hand twitched to wipe it off but I stopped myself. He licked him lips starring into my eyes. Those damn blue eyes that looked like pool water. They could make any girl fall to her knees but not me. No I hated his eyes. Blue eyes weren't good on him. No sir.

"What ever Randy. Why am I even talking to you?" I asked and walked away from him.

I Maria Kanellis HATE Randal Keith Orton. Yes, you heard me right... I Maria Kanellis hate that I LOVE Randal Keith Orton.