Mara laid on top of one of the WWE trucks towards the back of the arena. It was one of her favorite places to hide out and relax. She had laid a blanket down, and sat up there playing on her phone. Before a match, it was the best place to focus and not worry about anything. Her long dark brunette hair was tied back as she laid on her stomach playing her game. She was glad her sister Patricia, better known as Trish Stratus, had been to the whole WWE world to give her advice. Her sister had warned her of the backstage politics and how the men could be, so she did her best to avoid it all when possible. She didn't accept the WWE contract to deal with drama, she joined to be a wrestler. She couldn't be bothered with anything else. Sometimes because of how easy it had been to keep to herself, she wondered if her sister had told her those stories just to try and discourage her from getting into the crazy world that was professional wrestling. Her sister couldn't scare her away though, because being a professional wrestler and better yet a diva, was all she ever really wanted. It was in soul, and the only thing she gave her heart to.

A loud bang on the side of the truck caused her to jump.

"Mara, the show is about to start," John called her. Her sister and Cena had been friends so he had taken it upon himself to keep an eye out on Mara. Not that she needed it, but he tried and enjoyed being a big brother figure.

"John, why couldn't you just text me like a normal person? I would've figured it out soon anyway." She tossed her blanket down to him, and slid over to the side. She climbed off the truck and gently lowered herself to the ground.

"You really should find a better place to hide out. One of these days you are going to fall and bust you ass."

"Ok, dad. I'll try."

They walked together to find out what the order of the matches were for the night, not suspecting they were being watched. Randy stood out in the hallway leaning against the wall. He had never bothered talking to Mara after it was obvious she wasn't looking for anything more with her life than getting in the ring and making a name for herself. What he knew about her was that she was Trish's sister, but it seemed the girls couldn't be any more different. Mara seemed to have an edge about her. She had three tattoos that he noticed. A feather tattoo was on her wrist, a butterfly on her upper back, and he had only recently noticed the music note behind her ear. He shivered thinking how much that would hurt. He knew the bottom of his neck on his shoulder blades hurt enough, so with hers right on the skull, he couldn't imagine the pain of that. That alone proved to him this girl was tougher than anyone knew.

He smiled though seeing her walking with Cena. At least now he had one connection to her. However, if he ended up hurting her, he would have to watch his back. From what he heard from the others, Cena had taken her under his wing, and no matter how long they had been friends, Cena would still probably warn him about hurting her. He figured Cena though would understand how sometimes things don't work out when things stopped between them. He decided after the bet was won, he would just tell Cena he wasn't as ready for a real relationship as he thought he was. Now he just had to get her alone and put on the viper charm.

Randy didn't get a chance to even try until almost after the show. He found her chilling on top of a truck on her phone. She had had an amazing match, and he realized how great she was in the ring. If anyone could save the divas division it was probably going to be her. He walked over to the truck it his best jeans and his one of his own t-shirts.

"How's the view up there?" he called up to Mara.

"Fine," she replied. He walked closer and couldn't see her.

"Is it comfortable up there?"

"Normally it's nice and quiet when people don't decide to bug me. You're interrupting my game of Draw Something, Randal, what do you want?" She spit out, causing to him almost jump back.

"Um, I just wanted to say hi. I watched your match earlier, and thought you were amazing in the ring."

"Of course I was," she cut him off,"My sister helped trained me. Anything thing else, Orton? I'm trying to draw a pumpkin and you are distracting me." Randy wasn't used to a girl talking to him like that, and it would be a lie if he didn't say it turned him on a bit.

"We'll I'm wondering if maybe you would like to grab a bite to eat after the show and all."

Her head popped over the side of the truck and looked down at him. "And where has this come from, Orton? I've been here a few months and these are the first words you ever spoke to me."

"We'll I uh was really impressed by your moves, and just wanted to know you better. You seem so secretive compared to everyone else. I think your beaut… "

"Did you ever think that's because that's how I like it? Randy, take some advice and give up with the lines. I'm not like every girl backstage and I will not open my legs to you. Being so secretive I know you aren't looking for friends. I hear a lot hanging out up here. So why don't you go find someone else to bother so I can finish drawing the pumpkin?" Randy was completely shocked with her outburst.

"It's not like that. I'm just finally ready to move on after my wife broke my heart."

"And your wallet from what I've heard. I know who you really are and how you've been. I'm sure there are plenty of girls in the locker room or even outside the arena right now who would be more than happy to help you…move on."

"Please, Mara. Even if we just are friends, I really want to get to know you. You are so different than the other divas."

"Yea, because I know how to wrestle. Go away, Randy. I know enough about you that you really shouldn't waste your breath." She disappeared back up on the truck. He knew there was nothing else right now to walk away. Even though he wasn't expecting it to be this hard, he was now actually excited for a challenge. He would get Mara into bed not only for the bet but for his pride. She may have thought she was bad ass, but he was going to prove she had nothing on him.