Chapter 2 Fictional characters

Randy's POV

She had only been back for a day or so and already she was getting under my skin and pissing me off. I was sitting with Punk and John watching some of the guys train, Raven, Kelly and Eve were on the other side watching. Sorry Raven was watching, Kelly and Eve were texting and perving. I don't know why but I wanted to warn them about what Raven was really like, I mean c'mon there was a reason we called her Venom and it wasn't because it was her middle name. I hated that she was here, no part of me liked this whats so ever. When it was my turn to step into the ring, Raven's hand shot up like she was in school.

"Ooh me! Spar with me! Please!" She bounced up and down in her seat, her arm swinging like a lasso. It made Punk and John laugh which made me want to punch the both of them. Raven was not funny, she was annoying.

"I don't wanna be the reason you get hurt"

Raven rolled her silver eyes "You don't seem to care any other time dick-head"

"Venom you get into this ring with me, it won't be to shoot t-shirts or to show off your tits, I will end your career before it even starts"

She just looked at me thoughtfully "Oh I get it! Your afraid! Are you really that scared of me Randy?"

"I'm afraid of you about as much as I'm afraid of the boogeyman or Freddy Kruger"

"Wait your afraid of Freddy? You do know he's a fictional character, fictional character, am I getting through to you at all?"

I just closed my eyes for a moment shaking my head "Fine you wanna get hurt, be my guest" I said opening the ropes so she could get in.

Raven jumped up from her seat like an excited school girl, I had to admit I was happy that I would get to hurt her and use the excuse that I was just wrestling. We started with the tie-up and because I outweighed her by two hundred pounds it was easy to knock her back on her ass. Raven pulled herself up, that smile still on her face. I hated that smile. When went to tie up again but in a flash she moved and pushed me flat on my face. I was seething with rage, how dare she get the better of me! I got up and ran at her and again she dodged and put me on my face. I was starting to see red and it didn't help that Punk and John were pointing it out. Finally she stopped dodging and we started to spar properly, ok I will admit that she could wrestle, I won't take that away from her. We were all tangled up, thinking quickly I punched her straight in the face and Raven fell back to the canvas, not moving. Punk and John raced up the steps and into the ring,

"What the hell Orton?" John looked at me, Raven wasn't moving at all, I'm not even sure if she was breathing. A small pang of guilt hit the system and for once I felt bad, ok maybe I shouldn't of punched her that hard.

"What? It was just a little flick"

"You punched her in the face" Punk and John said together, despite the guilt I was still sticking with my guns, she wanted to get in the ring with me. Punk and John stepped back as I knelt down beside her to see if she was ok. I turned her over and suddenly her eyes sprang open, before I knew it she caught me in the side of the head and I was the on canvas. Raven nipped up like her father, Shawn Michales, a big smile on her face. She knelt down beside me, the dizzy feeling still catching me off guard.

"Lesson one; possums not dead until its scraped off the side of the road"

She gave me that grin as she tapped my shoulder. Laughing she got out of the ring and left me to pull myself up. See this is why I hated her.