A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews. Glad you like it. Well, sorry for keeping you waiting so long. I really had to wait till after Summerslam to see if Randy kept his title in order for this chapter to go ahead. Congrats to him for winning. It was a great match.
Disclaimer: I claim Noah. You can't have her lol
CHAPTER THREE
I slid the gummy headphones in my ears, flicking my fingers up and down my purple Ipod Nano. 'I Got a Feeling' by 'BEP' started to play through the headphones, and I turned the sound up till it was blasting in my ears, keeping out any unwanted voices or advances from people around me.
I was heading inside the Staples Center in LA, for Summerslam. My stomach was churning with nerves as I carried my duffel bag with my clothes and everything else I needed over my shoulder.
This crowd is bigger than any I've ever faced. And I have to go out in front of the crowd and basically hit the nail on the head by taunting Randy even more.
Singing along to the lyrics, I walked down the corridor and turned the corner, heading for Paul's changing room. Next thing I knew, for a second week in a row, I was flat on my back, after smacking into a wall of muscle.
I looked up, shaking my head, my headphones falling out as I stared up into a pair of gorgeous baby blues Well....hmmmm....John Cena?
"Oh my bad. I got you mama, up you get" he said, grasping me around the waist and picking me up as if I was as light as a feather. He sat me on my feet, making sure I was steady but all I could do was stare at him and think Oh shit, I'm in trouble
He waved his hand in front of my face and I shook my head and cleared my thoughts.
"Shit, you can't see me" I whispered softly but I knew he'd heard as a small smirk came over his face.
"Very funny, I'm...." he started to introduce himself
"I know who you are. But I'm serious, you didn't see me" I said backing away and trying to walk around him. He stepped in front of me, easily blocking my path with his large muscled frame.
"Well, then tell me who you are, even though 'I didn't see you'" he replied with a smile, lifting his hands in the air using them to make air quotes. I moved around him again, turning my back and walking away from him backwards.
"Noah" I replied simply and started to head off down the corridor, not realising I'd left my Ipod Nano on the floor after I'd fell.
TED'S POV
I headed down the corridor, going towards the canteen to get a snack before the show, when I turned the corner and noticed John looking down the corridor in the direction I was heading.
"Well, maybe, we'll not see each other again some time Noah" I heard him shouting but when I looked no one was there.
"Talking to yourself again Cena?" I quipped coming up behind him. I walked towards him but looked down as I felt my foot hit something. I bent down and picked up a purple Ipod Nano off the floor and turned it over and over in my hand, frowning at it.
"Hilarious Dibiase, but no. I wasn't talking to myself. I'm just not telling you who I was talking to".
"Hmmm" I snorted a little, my focus on the music player in my hand "Sure whatever".
"Whatta you got there Teddy?" John asked in a childish, curious voice.
"Ipod Nano. Your 'friend' must have dropped it".
"Well give it here, and I'll take it back to her".
"Oh so it was a she. Well in that case, perhaps, I'll return it myself, personally". I watched as he folded his arms across his chest and almost pouted.
"How can you, if you don't know who she is?" he smarted back, his face looking triumphant as if he'd just one the biggest match of his life. I laughed and shook my head at him.
"There can't be that many chicks around that own purple Ipod's surely?" I asked rhetorically, watching his smile face for a few seconds before he perked up and smacked me across the arm gently and said
"So where you headed to man?"
NOAH'S POV
There was a knock on the door of the locker room and I stood up from the bench and walked towards the door. I opened it slightly, peaking out to see Stephanie standing there dressed in a black form fitting pencil dress and black high heels. She had her hair down and wavy over her shoulders. I let her in and she closed the door behind her.
She turned around and smiled at me.
"You look great" she smiled widely and looked me up and down. I was dressed in beige knit jumper dress that came to my mid thighs and had a large off the shoulder collar and a pair of calf high suede brown boots with a three inch wedge on them.
I'd left my hair down and in curls to my waist.
I smiled and nodded before wringing my hands together as I paced back and forth in the locker room.
The door opened again and Paul and Shawn came inside. They were laughing and joking about their win, which I had watched on the TV in the room. They closed the door behind them and turned to look at the two of us as silence fell over the room.
"Well, sheesh, y'all are a bunch of laughs" Shawn quipped, his laugh echoing through the room but it died out as he was the only one who seemed to be laughing. He sighed and huffed, coming towards me.
"What's wrong, Baby Girl?" he asked taking on a similar nickname as Paul's for me. I shot Paul a look over Shawn's shoulder. He held his hands up in innocence as he stood next to Stephanie, who congratulated him on his win with a kiss.
"I'm just nervous" I mumbled "I need to go out and taunt him more. I don't want him to lose it. He loses it in spectacular fashion".
"He can't lose it. He'll jump script and get fined. You'll be fine" Shawn said rubbing my shoulders "But you really need to put some more clothes on. I'm not okay with this" he moved his hand up and down my figure in the air.
"It's a dress Shawn".
"It's a bit of material Noah" he replied in the same tone. I shook my head and laughed "Maybe I should call you Dad from now on?". He just drew me a look before he pulled me towards him and hugged me tightly.
"You'll be great. But you better get down to the gorilla. You're on next".
I nodded and he let me go. I walked over to Paul and Stephanie. Both hugged me and wished me luck and Paul whispered 'I'll break his legs if he hurts you'.
I headed down to the gorilla, arriving there just as Randy had walked through the curtain, entering to his music. I waited there, as a stagehand stood next to me
Randy entered the ring and completed his entrance. He stared John Cena in the eyes, his cold and calculating icy blue eyes meeting John's softer blue ones. He handed the belt over to the referee who showed it to John and then handed it to someone outside the ring to take. Lillian Garcia stood in the ring, ready to announce the participants of the match when music blasted through the arena.
Pink and green neon lights flashed throughout the Staples Center, the crowd cheering as I emerged from the curtain. I moved to one side and then the other on the stage, before standing in the middle and completing my entrance. I walked down the ramp and stopped at the bottom, looking up into the ring at Randy. He made direct eye contact with me, his breaths coming out in harsh puffs as he licked his lips in frustration and anger and probably curiosity as well, playing it up for the fans.
I moved my eye contact to John Cena, who seemed bewildered if not a little amused at the interaction between Randy and I. He clearly doesn't know the full story.I held my hands up in the peace sign before moving around the ring, tapping hands with the fans and stopped to kiss a young boy on the cheek and ruffle his hair. I made my way to the commentary desk and took a seat next to Raw's Jerry 'The King' Lawler and Michael Cole.
"Hello boys" I smiled, sitting down in the large leather seat, picking up a headset and putting it on.
"Well, you must be the famous Noah. It's nice to meet you" Jerry said holding his hand out. I shook it and then I shook Michael's hand as well.
"Its great to meet you too. Especially you King. I've been watching this show since I was younger and I remember seeing you. It's an honour. But from the looks I'm getting, I can see you would like to know, why I'm at ringside tonight".
"Well, that would be nice" Cole said. They both looked at me. I stared up at the ring, seeing Randy with his eyes on me. John turned to look at me as well. I shrugged and then turned back to Jerry and Michael.
"Well...Randy and I have some.....unfinished business. Its between the two of us really but I'd like to get it sorted. If I was any of the superstar's on Raw, you could say I was out to intimidate him but considering I'm just a slip of a girl, that's not really appropriate. I'm just out here to get a front view seat of the WWE Champion at what he does best".
"Well, sit back and enjoy the show Noah. We'll talk a little more later" Jerry said to me. I leaned back in the seat and turned my head to watch the match, listening sub-consciously to the commentary going on.
I watched as Randy got out of the ring and demanded the guy hand him the belt. This was the second time he'd tried it, after having got himself disqualified before Lillian was informed from Vince McMahon, that the match would be restarted. Randy got to the top of the ramp before Lillian spoke through the mic again, saying that the match was to be restarted again.
I couldn't help the smile that came to my face, at seeing how raging he was. His eyes were wide and wild, and he was breathing heavily. He stormed down to the ring and gave the belt back, sliding back into the ring. The referee kept them apart before signalling for them to start the match again. I watched eagerly as they both battled for the title, the one thing that means more than anything in the business.
Finally Randy seemed to get one up and then sealed it with a count of three. The bell went and a stagehand handed the belt to the referee who gave it to Randy. I made to take off my headset, as Randy sat in the ring and hugged the belt to him whilst John sat against the turnbuckle, his face in his hands.
Randy's music played in the arena and his fans cheered as he retained the title. I sat still and waited, seeing another referee running down towards the ring. He got in, informing the original referee: Scott Armstrong, that Randy had held the ropes to obtain his pin fall, therefore it was null and void. Again the match was restarted. The belt was taken from him again, and brought over to where the announcers were sitting.
John had Randy locked in the STF, holding the submission move in as hard as he could, frustration taking over him. He pulled Randy back to the middle of the ring, locking the move in again, and just as Randy was about to tap out, a black haired man in a blue shirt, ran into the ring and broke the hold. Security ran in after him, as Randy slid out of the ring and sat on the floor, staring wide-eyed as the man was pulled out the ring and covered by the security. I shook my head.
"What was that? Who was that?" I questioned, remembering the lines from the script. I sat forward in my seat, trying to see.
"I've no idea. This match is just getting stranger by the minute".
For a fourth time the match was re-started.
I swung back and forth in the chair, watching the match in with rapt attention. I crossed one leg over the other, getting comfortable, joining in with the commentary every now and then. King and Cole both tried to get information about Randy and I but I wouldn't give away anything.
"That's a DQ, count out, an illegal pin-fall and a submission been tried in vain to win this match and none have worked. What else can they do?" I asked.
"This is one crazy match. Lets keep watching" Michael Cole commented.
Randy got back in the ring as the match continued. He then slid out of the ring, at the side nearest the ramp and paced back and forth. John came after him and grabbed him by the hair but Randy pulled his head down, choking John on the ropes. John moved back and tried to catch his breath, turning his back as Randy got back in the ring and set him up. As John turned, Randy caught his head and pulled him down into an RKO.
He rolled him over and pinned him, achieving a valid three count to retain the title. 'Voices' played through the arena once more as the match finally ended. I got up from my seat, removing the headset and moving over to where the stagehand was about to give the belt to the referee. I placed my hand on the belt and took it from the man and put it over my shoulder, moving towards the steps to the ring. Scott the referee looked at me like I was crazy and shook his head, telling me to give him the belt. I told him no, so he just left it and escorted John from the ring.
I climbed the steps, much to everybody's amusement and slid under the first rope, making sure everything was covered by my dress. The belt was heavy and weighed my shoulder down. I shifted it up a little, staring at Randy who was kneeling before me in the ring, his arms dragging against the mat, his breath coming in puffs as his chest heaved. His face and most of his body was covered in a sheen of sweat, most of it mixed with baby oil.
I ran my fingers through my hair, backing up slightly as he got up, his eyes focused on me.
"Give it to me!" he snapped, playing his character. I shook my head, a smirk coming to my face.
"I rather like it sitting right here, on my shoulder. It looks good. Don't you think Randall?" I replied using his full name. The crowd couldn't hear what we were saying as we had no mics in the ring.
I took it off my shoulder and caressed the gold on it with both my hands before holding my hands out towards him, my eyes alight with humour as a smile curved my lips as well. I held the leather strap in one hand, stepping closer to him to give him the belt. He reached for it but I pulled it back out of his reach.
He held his hand out again.
"Noah, give it to me. Don't make me come for it"
"I used to make you do a lot of things Randall" I snapped back at him. I put the belt behind my back. He came towards me and reached around me to grab it, leaning down over me from his 6ft 4" height. I gasped as he came close to me, feeling his slicked up, muscled physique press against me. I laughed as he fought to get the belt off me.
The crowd were lapping it up as I made a mockery of their WWE Champion.
He went for it once more, but I switched hands behind my back and then wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down towards me. I stared him in the eyes, before closing them and pressing my lips to his.
He froze against me, the belt hanging down his back from where I held it in my hand before his hands slid onto my waist, my mouth opening instantly under the onslaught of his tongue. It slipped between my lips, my body taking a hot flush from his touch.
I pressed against him, my tongue curling around his own and play-fighting with it, moaning into his mouth softly before pulling away just as he got into the kiss.
"Congratulations" I stepped back and placed the belt securely over his shoulder before making a hasty exit from the ring, heading up the ramp as my own music blared through the speakers. I blew kisses to the crowed, some boos mixed in with all the cheers. Those who didn't like Randy were booing.
I smiled to them and slipped behind the curtain.
I smiled at a few people who passed me in the gorilla position.
Jeff Hardy and CM Punk were standing, warming up for their own match.
"Good luck guys" I smiled at both of them. They lifted their heads up and looked at me confused "I'm Noah. Better go before Randy gets here. Have a good match".
"Thanks!!" they both shouted as I took off down the corridor, heading for Paul's changing room.
I got to the locker room and made sure it was empty before changing back into a pair of jeans and a black and white checked shirt. I slipped on a pair of black leather knee high boots and tucked my jeans in, brushing my hair as quick as I could.
I grabbed my stuff and opened the locker room to leave.
"Just the person, I was looking for" a voice said. I gasped, least of all expecting one of Legacy to be there and looked up into the eyes of Ted Dibiase Jr standing there.
END OF CHAPTER
A/N 2: Okay, so I'm totally devestated that Jeff lost the belt to CM Punk. I've heard the rumours that he's handed in his notice and is leaving. I'm seriously going to cry if he leaves. I guess I'll find out on Smackdown this week. Hope you liked the chapter. Reviews please xXx
