Name: All You Needed
Author: Hollywood Scarlet (Casey)
Rating: T
Characters: Candice Michelle, Randy Orton.
Story Genre: Romance, Humor.
Summary: She despised everything about him, He made her blood boil. As for Randy? He found her intriguing. They never considered or intended on sharing feelings for each other, it just happened. Will they fight for each other or act as if nothing ever happened?

A/N: I know I probably shouldn't be starting this story, but I really wanted too! Lol. Now I just want to clear a few things up. Dated in about 2006-2007, although this Randy is based on his 2005 gimmick and Candice is based on her 2007 gimmick.

The ref grasped my wrist and held it up high into the air, motioning me as the winner. As my music began to play in the background, the only thing I heard was Lillian announcing that I, Candice Michelle, was the Number 1 Contender for the WWE Women's Championship. I know it would happen, I was told it would happen, but it really sunk in when the ref counted to three and raised my hand.

"Here is your winner, the No.1 Contender for the WWE Women's Championship," Lillian paused for a second "Candice Michelle!" Lillian announced. My gazed dropped on Lillian, who wore a big smile on her face. She gave me a thumbs up. I grinned at her before exiting the ring. I looked over at Jillian, my defeated opponent. She was laid on her back, hardly moved since I hit her with the Candywrapper. I slapped the fans hands as I made my way backstage. Nothing and nobody could ruin this moment.

"Great job out there, Candilicious."I froze in my current position, my smile dropping.

Except that.

I turned around to see the smirking face of Randy Orton. Randy winked at me and moved closer to me. "What do you want, Orton?" I rolled my eyes, sighing as I waited for him to leave me alone. For god knows how long Randy has been harassing me. He gets some kind of sick satisfaction when I roll my eyes and tell him to piss off. I guess it's because I'm the only diva that hasn't and will not sleep with him. He calls me, 'his challenge.' "And it's Candice to you." I snapped.

"Ohh, aren't we feisty tonight!" He's smirk only grew. Who knew it was possible? "So have you decided to stop playing hard to get, Candilicious?" He winked at me. He knew he was pissing me off, hell he knew his presence pissed me off, yet he continues to exist. I honestly don't know how many times I have to say it to him until he gets the message; I had no plans to sleep with him!

"Candice," I corrected, narrowing my eyes at him. Randy placed his hand on my hip, only for me to slap it away immediately. "Randy, were you dropped on your head as baby or something? When will you get it through that thick head of yours? I don't, nor will I ever want to sleep with you!" I let out a loud groan of frustration and walked away.

"Who said anything about sleeping?" He shouted from the end of the hall. I could hear him chuckling. I simply raised my right hand above my head and gave him the finger. "So it's a maybe?" He asked. I just shook my head and turned the corner, heading for the women's locker room.

I walked into the Women's locker room with a grimace on my face. When I win the Women's Title at Unforgiven, Randy better not ruin that for me. I slammed the door shut hard, causing the whole locker room to stare at me. I looked up at them. They stared at me for a few moments before returning to what they were doing. I walked over to Torrie, where my bags were also placed. I began muttering cusses under my breath about Randy. Torrie stood there and watched me violently shove my clothes into my duffle.

"Candi, what's wrong?" Torrie asked. I could hear the concern in her tone. She was always a good friend to me. In fact she was my best friend in the WWE; as well as Mickie and Lillian. I got along with pretty much all of the WWE divas. Excluding Melina and Beth; although no one really liked them. Melina was a bitch, totally up herself. As for Beth? She wasn't one to socialize. Nothing against the girl, just never had a conversation with her. I don't know much about her, at least not enough to call her a friend. I only knew three things about her: 1. her name was Beth. 2. She liked to slam diva's faces into the mat and 3. She lived to stretch divas like pretzels. Oh what great qualities.

"Two words;" I began, my words beginning to turn bitter, "Randy Orton." I spat. I could see Torrie's look of concern turn into amusement. She began giggling. I narrowed my eyes at her, was this girl on dope or something? "Torrie this isn't funny! It's like he's on a mission to make my life a living hell!" I whined. Torrie simply rolled her eyes, as if she's heard it all before; which she has.

"Candice, it's so obvious he has a thing for you." Torrie explained. I jerked my head in her direction, shooting her a 'you're-out-of-your-mind' look. That girl is on dope. Randy Orton does not have a thing for me; he is just an egotistical asshole. "And I think you have a thing for him as well." Torrie grinned, raising her brow at me. I now shot her a look of utter disgust. How could she say that? I need a new best friend.

"Torrie, you're out of your mind. Firstly, he does NOT have a thing for me. He only wants to get me into his bed. Which will never happen!" I explained, gritting my teeth. "Lastly, I do NOT have a thing for Randy Orton. That man makes me want to punch a wall out. My veins begin to stick out and my jaw clenches when I see or hear his voice." I defended. If there was one thing I knew for sure, was that I didn't have a thing for him.

"Well just sleep with him then. He'll leave you alone, because he would have gotten what he wanted." Torrie suggested. Okay, Torrie was definitely out of her mind.

"Tor, I think you've taken a few too many blows to that head of yours." I stated. "I would never give him the satisfaction. That's what he wants! I'm not going to let him have that kind of power over me. He'd never let me live it down. I'd like to keep my dignity, thank you very much." I zipped my duffle up and slung it over my shoulder.

I heard Torrie sigh. "Fine, at least come to the club with me, to celebrate your win?" Torrie gave me a cute pout, and I couldn't resist.

"Okay! I'll go. But not for too long, I want to get up early for a good workout tomorrow." I said as I made my way out of the locker room. I took a deep breath in and let out a loud sigh. I didn't feel like partying, but I guess Torrie was right. I'm the No. 1 contender; I'm not going to let Randy ruin my night. No chance. A grin plastered on my face. I zoned out and began to think about Unforgiven. A smile spread across my lips. I can't wait to hold that title again. I wasn't nervous about facing Melina, I mean I'd love to shut her up for once, and winning the prized Women's gold? Well that would be a well appreciated bonus. I was imaging giving Melina a hard Candywrapper, when I knocked into something. I think it was a wall, maybe a door? I'm not sure. I fell to the ground instantly. I held the top of my head. I was going to have a major headache in an hour or so. I groaned and picked up my belongings scattered all over the floor.

"A bit clumsy there, aren't we Candilicious." I froze. When I heard its voice I shut my eyes, hoping he's go away. I opened my eyes and slowly turned around. I let out a loud sigh.

"Damn, you're not gone." I muttered as I began to reorganize my belongings in my grasp. I looked up at Randy, a large smirk plastered on his face, of course. "And it's Candice! Learn how to comprehend." I rolled my eyes. "Is that smirk tattooed on your face or something?" I snapped.

Randy chuckled, but eventually shook his head. "You love it." He raised his chin up at me. Randy moved closer to me, only to have me step back. "Oh come on Candice; just admit to being obsessed with me." Randy grinned at the thought. I let out a loud scoff. Pathetic. Randy inched closer and closer to me. As he did, I stepped back further and further. Before I knew it he had me up against the wall. "Candice just give in, I won't tell anyone." Randy said moving his face closer to me. Disgust settled on my features. I raised my hand and sent my hand across Randy's face, hard. Randy touched his stinging cheek and turned to me, smirking at me. Are you kidding me? I thought I slapped that smirk right off his face!

I tried to push Randy away from me, but he wouldn't budge. "If you don't move, I swear to god you'll have some important body parts missing before you know it!" I threatened, giving him an ice cold stare. He just chuckled. "I'm not afraid of you." I pointed out, trying to push him away. Still nothing. I let out a loud sigh, "Randy, just move," I asked softly, "Please?" I must admit I was surprised at how polite I was being. Obviously the intimidation tactic wasn't successful. He looked at me, the grin remaining on his face.

"On one condition," he began. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest and stared up at him. Here we go, I thought. Of course he wouldn't let me go just out of kindness, he wanted something in return. Randy's arms were pinned up to each side of my head, so I couldn't break free. I considered screaming 'Rape!' and then perhaps he'd allow me to go, but knowing Randy he'd probably just cover my mouth and hide me in the janitor's closet. "You have to go out on a date with me, tonight." He raised his eye brows. A date? With Randy Orton? Please. Never EVER going to happen. I began shaking my head violently.

"No way, never happening Randy." I stated. I attempted to move Randy, but yet again, nothing. "You. Move. Now." I glared at Randy, who chuckled. Randy moved his head closer to mine. I managed to shove his face away, although his body remained intact. I could see the amusement in his face. He seemed to enjoy this. I shook my head and clenched my jaw. I could punch him so hard right now.

"Fine. I have another proposition for you." He said, winking at me. Oh joy. My night gets better and better doesn't it. "Give me a kiss," He began, his grin growing wider. He tapped his lips and said "right here." A kiss on the lips? Fine I could do that. I mean it only has to be a small peck. I let out a sigh and clenched my jaw even tighter. I thought about it for a moment.

"Fine! I'll do it." I gave in. I could see he was looking forward to this because he licked his lips. I shuddered. He was beyond creepy. I mean, sure he was hot and all, but he was a total asshole. He knew that, I knew that, everyone knew that. Although he was an extra asshole to me for some reason. I gripped the side of his face with both of my hands and pulled his head closer to my face. I pressed my lips against him. After a good 5 seconds or so, I pushed his face away with my hands. There was no way I was letting him enter his tongue. No way, that's crossing the line. He stood there completely shocked. I shot him a fake smile and pushed my hand against his chest, pushing him out of the way. He allowed me to push him aside and to walk away. "Goodbye Randall." I stated, before walking off. I touched my lips with my hands and stared at my hand. Did I really just kiss Randy Orton? I think I did. I was stunned. I had actually gone through with it. I hated Randy, with a passion, so why did I enjoy that so much?

I shrugged those thoughts off. I was just caught in the moment. That's all. There was no way I would ever like Randy, it just wasn't humanly possible.

A/N: I know, short chapter. But I hope the next chapter is longer. Tell me what you think. Should I delete or continue?