I adore the Randy/Eve pairing, and I've only ever wrote one-shots based on them before, so I finally thought of an idea for a fic for them, and when I decided to throw CM Punk into the mix, it all came together! Chapter 2 will be up soon, so please review and tell me what you think of it. X

Someone Else's Arms

He'd just lost a match to Batista. No doubt would be absolutely furious. He always was these days.

Standing outside his locker room, Eve was unsure of whether to go see him or not. She made sure she tapped lightly on the door, as he had a thing about loud noises disturbing him from his thoughts.

He wasn't answering, so she tapped again.

No answer.

She knew he was in there.

Eve took a deep breath and decided to push the door open herself.

He was sat on the bench, muttering to himself with his head in hands.

"Babe." Eve said softly. "Babe, you did really good."

He didn't say anything.

"Do you want me to grab you anything from catering? I was on my way there, so I thought maybe..."

"My God, Eve, would you shut your mouth?" Phil hissed. Eve quite literally closed her mouth. She began nervously wringing her hands together, wondering what to do now.

Yep, the perpetrator of Eve's misery was her boyfriend CM Punk.

"I... I was just going back to the hotel, and I wondered if you were coming." She stammered slightly.

Once again, nothing.

"I guess I'll see you later then." Eve said, before walking out of the room and closing the door behind her with a gentle click.

Getting into the driver's seat of her car, Eve fired up the engine and turned on the radio. The sound of 'Breathe Me' by Sia soothed her ears.

She often asked herself why she stayed with Phil; despite the fact she knew the answer.

He scared her.

And she was worried what he'd do to her if she really upset him.

Her best friend Maria had dated Phil before Eve, and Maria warned her about him.

"You're making a huge mistake, Eve. He'll hurt you, just like he hurt me."

Eve went against her best friend's advice, and dated him anyway.

He was sweet to her at first, and funny, and just a great guy. But everything got serious too quickly and that's when things got volatile.

He was a control freak, and needed to have things his way, all the time. If something went wrong that was out of his control, he couldn't take it, and would just snap.

When he snapped, it scared Eve more than anything ever before.

As Eve pulled into the hotel parking lot, her cell phone began ringing. It was Maria.

She let her phone keep ringing until it went straight to voicemail. She wasn't in the mood.

Eve never told her best friend how Phil treated her. She was a proud girl, and wouldn't let anyone know when she was hurt.

Except one person.

There was only that one person she wanted to talk to, and she hoped he'd be there to talk to her.

Eve went up to her room, and decided to get comfortable. She changed into a pair of grey sweatpants, her old USC sweatshirt and a pair of fluffy socks.

As much as she loved the glamour of being a WWE diva, there was nothing she loved more than being able to throw on her comfy sweats.

She pulled her laptop out from her bag, crawled into bed and signed straight into her I.M.

She smiled as his name popped onto her ONLINE list. Before she could even launch a conversation with him, he was already speaking to her.

Hey you

Hey yourself, how are you?

I'm good, what about you?

Not bad.

Not bad? You got into a fight with him again, didn't you?

I wouldn't exactly call it a fight. He did the whole 'silent treatment' thing, so I just left the arena.

I swear, if I was on the same show as you guys, Phil would have two black eyes right now

Don't say things like that.

You know it's true. He's a bastard, and you could do so much better. He hurts you, Eve, and you know you shouldn't be dealing with it.

Sometimes he's lovely to me

What? About 5% of the time? What about the other 95%? You shouldn't make excuses for him.

I'm not

Whatever

Anyway, I don't want to talk about him right now. Are you excited about the PPV this Sunday?

I wouldn't say excited, more... prepared.

I'm sure you'll do great.

Are you gonna be there?

Definitely.

We should meet up and talk

I'd love to, but I'd better go now. I'm exhausted.

Be safe, Eve.

I'll be fine.

I'll see you later.

Randy?

Yeah?

Thank you.

Eve hadn't told anyone about her friendship with The Legend Killer, Randy Orton.

Not even her best friend Maria, and certainly not Phil.

A couple of months back, Eve and Randy had been paired up to do a series of promotional tours. The pair was travelling together, forced to spend a lot of time in each other's company.

There was a definite chemistry between the pair; however neither one spoke of their feelings, due to the fact Randy was married at the time. Now he was divorced, the pair still couldn't admit it.

Being on separate brands, the pair knew a relationship wasn't a good idea, however in the end, they grew closer through their late-night, I.M chats.

Phil was a very heavy sleeper, and sometimes he would be in a deep sleep next to her, and Eve would just turn on her laptop, and Randy would be there.

Eve turned off the overhead light and turned over on her side. With Phil in her life, sometimes sleep was one of her only escapes, however before she could even close her eyes, she heard a key turn in the door.

"Baby, is that you?" Eve called as she heard the door slam behind her.

He didn't answer, instead went straight into the bathroom.

"Jerk," Eve muttered under her breath.

A couple of minutes later, Phil climbed into the bed next to her.

She felt one of his toned, tattooed arms snake around her waist, and pull her in close. It was times like these Eve realised why she was with him.

However sometimes, she wished it was someone else's toned, tattooed arms holding her.