Chapter 3: Last Night in London
Normal POV
"You ready for your match tonight?" asked Randy as he watched as Amanda stretched out her limbs in the middle of his locker room. She was dressed in a dark blue and black version of her wrestling outfit: long sleeved crop top with a detachable hood, dark blue and black pants, knee high boots, kneepads, and a pair of fingerless leather gloves that had blue anacondas stitched along the edges.
"Ready as I'll ever be." answered the psychic as she did a split on the ground to stretch out her legs even further. "When it comes to Nikki, she can be quite . . . sneaky."
"Sneaky?" asked Randy with a chuckle as he draped an arm across the top of the couch. "I think downright tricky is more like it."
"Say what you like, I'm still using the word sneaky to describe her nonetheless." muttered Amanda as she arched backward so that she was stretching over her back leg, her ample cleavage looking a bit more pronounced as she stretched.
"You really should stop stretching like that." muttered Randy as he looked away from his mate to watch the TV, currently displaying the match between Bray Wyatt and the Miz.
"Why?" asked Amanda as she stopped her stretching to look at the Viper curiously. "Does my stretching bother you?"
"To tell you the truth . . . yes." answered Randy with a sheepish smirk as he turned to her.
"What . . . does it turn you on or something?" asked Amanda as she got back up to her two feet. "Is it that bothersome?"
"It's actually fun to watch . . . and that's the problem," said Randy as he crossed his arms. "It indeed does turn me on . . . a little, but don't you remember our conversation back when we were on vacation a few months back? About vampires and their strong emotions?"
"Yeah . . . I remember," muttered Amanda as she crossed her arms. Her thoughts quickly went back to the roster's two week break. All the wrestlers had to travel in groups and Amanda and Randy's group decided to go to Jamaica for their vacation. During that vacation, Randy told Amanda all about a vampire's penchant for feeling strong emotions, especially the negative ones like anger, and lust. "How hard is it? You know . . . controlling those emotions."
"Sometimes . . . I'm better off letting the emotions run its' course than to really fight it." answered Randy as a contemplative look came across his face.
"Have you ever tried holding back?" asked Amanda as she sat down next to the Viper.
"The only one I've really been successful with is anger, and that's barely. My anger has . . . mellowed out over the past few years, but I do have my moments."
"Like the time you cracked Cody's skull open with the ring bell during your feud with him?" asked the psychic as she raised an eyebrow.
"Hey! In my defense, he set me off by hitting me in the face with his protective mask. TWICE!" said Randy as he stared his girlfriend down with narrowed eyes.
"That's a good point too." said Amanda in defeat as she shrugged.
"All I'm saying is . . . I rather we be safe, than sorry," said Randy as he wrapped his arms around Amanda. "I care about you, and I don't want to see you get hurt . . . too much . . . either by other people, or me when I'm in a not-so-stable state. I would rather wait till after you've become a vampire before we try anything . . . kinky in the bedroom . . . if you get what I mean."
"Oh . . . I get what you mean." said Amanda with a smirk as she pecked him on the cheek.
"Wait . . . now that I think about it; that reminds me. Has your dad even gotten used to the idea of you becoming a vampire?" asked Randy with a smirk as he raised an eyebrow.
"He has started to get used to it, to some degree," said Amanda as she shrugged her shoulders. "But . . ."
"Oh this doesn't sound good," muttered Randy as he let out a small groan. "What does your father want?"
"All he wants is a little chat with you face-to-face, and considering we'll be back in St. Louis for Thanksgiving real soon and our families are feasting together, I think he may get that wish." said 'Manda as she let out a small sigh. "He means business."
"Got any advice for when I do speak with him?" asked Randy as a sheepish smirk came across his face.
"Yeah . . . don't say anything that will get you in trouble, because even though my dad has known you for years, he will not hesitate to wring your neck like a rag if you make a bad move." answered Amanda as she turned to the door. She outstretched her hand toward it, commanding the knob to turn on its' own. The door opened by itself to reveal the director for Raw and SmackDown standing right there with his arm raised and his hand in a fist, looking like he was just going to knock on the door before Amanda telekinetically opened it.
"Why do I even bother trying to knock on doors when you're just going to open them up for me?" muttered the aging director as he leaned against the doorframe.
"Because I want to spare the door from your incessant knocking and spare our ears from your incessant yelling." answered the psychic as Randy moved his arms back to his sides.
"Ha, ha, very funny K.O." said the director. Before he waked away, he called over his shoulder. "You're on in five minutes by the way. You should get your ass moving or else you'll miss your cue."
"Thanks for the heads up Barry! And by the way, don't bring my ass into this!" called Amanda as she watched as the director walked down the hallway.
"I won't if you get to the curtain area like you're supposed to!" countered Barry as he turned at a corner, disappearing from view as he did.
"I better get going." mumbled the psychic as she got up to her full height. "Don't want Barry hunting me down now do we?"
"Not at all, and if he does try to hunt you down, I'll stop him," said Randy as he too stood up. He grabbed Amanda by the wrist and pulled her into his chest, holding her within his grasp for a hug. "Have fun in your match babe."
"Aw Randy, there may be cameras nearby." mumbled Amanda with a sarcastic edge to her voice as she looked him in the eye.
"I don't care right now," said Randy with a shrug. "If they're going to film us in this position, well dammit, let them film us. The cat's basically out of the bag now. No use in hiding it, even if you still want to."
". . . I guess you're right." mumbled Amanda as she pecked his lips. "I'll see you later."
And with that, Amanda walked out of his Randy's grasp and out the door, quickly breaking into a sprint as she turned the corner. Randy was about to close his door when he caught a whiff of an all too familiar scent nearby.
"John, how long have you been eavesdropping?" asked Randy as he stood by his open door. Five seconds passed before John revealed himself, appearing right before Randy dressed in his in ring gear.
"Only a little while," answered the Cenation leader in a mock innocent voice. "So . . . you don't care about the cameras catching you and Amanda in an intimate moment huh? The Anaconda and the Viper are ready to bring their love life into the public eye now?"
"Well . . . as long as it's not used for some dumbass romantic storyline, I'm fine with it." said the Viper as he walked back over to his couch. "You ready to watch our girlfriends duke it out in the ring."
"Hell yes I am; what guy would be out of his mind to miss out watching his girlfriend fight against another girl? In a wrestling ring no less!" John told the Viper enthusiastically as he walked into the room and shut the door behind him.
"Can't deny that logic." said Randy with a chuckle as he moved over on the couch to make room for John. The screen came on to show Nikki already in the ring with her sister Brie applauding her from the ring apron and their theme song pulsating through the arena speakers. As soon as that song died down, 'R.I.P' by Tinie Tempah began blaring through the arena speakers. The London crowd roared with excitement as Amanda appeared at the top of the ramp with her head bent down. As soon as she stopped at the top of the ramp, she lifted her head up to reveal her red eyed glare to everyone. The small showcase lasted for a good ten seconds before Amanda's eyes reverted back to her normal blue ones, and soon enough, the Anaconda was back on her way down the ramp.
"London really does love the Anaconda don't it?" asked John as he shook his head. "And what does Nikki get: A lukewarm welcome in return."
"Amanda's been with the company a lot longer than Nikki has, so the fans recognize her better. Plus, it doesn't hurt that 'Manda is an eight time WWE champion." said Randy as he came to his girl's defense.
"I guess you're right." muttered John as he crossed his arms. "Whether heel or face, the WWE Universe just can't help but love her. She's just that polarizing."
"And look at you . . ." said Randy with a chuckle. "You've been a face for as long as I can remember, and there are people out there that cry out 'Cena Sucks!' chants on a weekly basis."
"I'm just that polarizing too," said John with a grin. "Now shut up dude! We got ourselves a show to watch."
Randy sent John a playful shove before turning his attention back onto the screen. The two top dogs of the WWE watched as the Divas match became a back and forth affair. Amanda managed to clip Nikki down to the mat with a clothesline and went in for the pin, but thanks to the fact the girls were very close to the ropes, Brie managed to put her sister's foot on the rope before the ref and Amanda could notice. Once both of them did notice, ref called off the count.
"How can you be proud of that hmm?" asked Randy as he turned away from the screen with a small smirk on his face.
"Technically, I'm not, but I love watching it anyway." said John with a chuckle as he kept his eyes glued on the screen. "Oh damn it's over!"
Randy quickly turned his attention back to the screen to see Amanda covering Nikki and the ref counting the pinfall as Brie watch on in horror. Soon enough, it was Amanda's hand that was raised up in the air as Nikki was slowly rolling herself out the ring, clutching the side of her head as she did so.
"Aw man, you made me miss the best part!" complained Randy as he crossed his arms.
"Hey! You made yourself miss the good part, now keep watching the screen or else you'll miss the replay too!" said John as he continued to keep his eyes glued to the screen. Randy did just that and had to settle with the replay, showcasing Amanda quickly ducking out of the way from a clothesline attempt from Nikki and hitting the Bella twin with her signature AKO, which was a roundhouse kick to the skull, a cousin to the enizugiri, so to speak.
"Randy, would it be wrong for me to ask you to ask 'Manda to tone down those kicks of hers cause those legs look like they do a lot of damage." asked John as he pointed to the screen.
"One: no; like hell I'll ask her that question. If it doesn't affect me, I'm fine with it. And two: you really are realizing that now after knowing her for more than ten years now?" asked the blunt Viper as he turned to his longtime friend.
"What can I say? I'm just looking out for others." said John with a smirk as he shrugged his shoulders.
"And that's why you sicken me sometimes. You're such a goody-goody." muttered the Apex Predator as his ears perked up to the sounds of hard footsteps coming down the hall.
"Someone's coming?" asked John as he watched as Randy turned his stare to the door.
"Yep; brace for impact, because the Game is right at my doorstep." muttered Randy as he got out of his seat.
"And he's going to dock someone's pay in one minute unless someone opens up this door!" called the COO from behind the wooden barrier. Randy let out a small sigh and walked over to the door. He opened it up to reveal the Game, and fellow vampire, Triple H, dressed in one of his signature business suits and with a pissed off glare to boot plastered across his face.
"Uh oh, who got the Game angry this time?" asked John as he adjusted the baseball cap on his forehead.
"Just a few of the stagehands and some of the minor wrestlers," said the Game in a gruff tone of voice as he walked into the room. "They've been asking me for time off; some are going as far to say that they have started to hear things no one else can't. Can you believe them?"
Randy and John perked up at this sudden info, exchanging knowing looks with each other, which didn't go unnoticed by the COO.
"Okay . . . what's with those looks?" asked Hunter as he put his hands in his hips. "You two know something I don't?"
"Well . . . it's not much," said John with a shrug. "It's just that Lita and 'Manda have been saying that they heard some strange voice talk to them within their heads in the past week."
"Is this true?" asked Hunter, slightly surprised at what he was hearing.
"You're seriously asking that question Mr. Psychic?" asked Randy as he raised an eyebrow at the older man.
"Oh shut up Orton! I know it's true. I was just being sarcastic." said Hunter as he turned to his former pupil. "What did they say about the voices?"
"That it was ghost like and that all it said was one word: coming." answered John as he let out a small sigh. "Spooky huh?"
"I see . . . . what's spooky is that the stagehands have also been complaining about a spooky voice in their heads saying 'coming, coming' this past week." muttered Hunter, gaining John and Randy's full attention.
"I don't think this is a coincidence." said Randy as he rubbed a hand through his stubble ridden chin.
"Me either," muttered Hunter as he shot a quick glance at the TV before turning to the two veteran wrestlers. "And judging from the message that voice is sending us, it's sending us a warning."
"A warning for what?" asked John as he switched his glances between the Viper and the Game.
"Who knows? For now . . . we just have to stay vigilant," muttered Hunter as he walked over to the door. "Make sure you two are in craft services after the last match to get your flight itineraries okay?"
"Here you loud and clear boss." said John with a smirk as he watched as Hunter walked out the room. He them turned to Randy. "Something weird is going on here."
"You said it," muttered Randy as he grabbed his WWE Championship belt from off a nearby table. "Let's get moving."
"Here ya loud and clear dude." said John with a smirk as he adjusted the World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist as he followed the Viper out the door.
After the SmackDown taping
"That was one hell of a match you boys put up out there." said Amanda as the Diva walked with the two champions down the backstage hallway after the last match for SmackDown was taped.
"You said it, though I didn't appreciate Show knocking me out cold just as I was getting the pin on Johnny boy here." muttered Randy with a sigh as he adjusted his title belt over his shoulder.
"Yeah, but thanks to him, you get another win notched under your belt, and what do I get? Absolutely nothing in return except another loss that could have been prevented if there wasn't any outside interference by the likes of the resident Show." ranted John as he let out an exasperated sigh.
"He makes a good point Randy." said Amanda as the three walked into the catering room to see everyone lined up in front of Barry, who held a whole bunch of white envelopes in his hand.
"Ooh! Itineraries!" called a sarcastic John as he took a seat in a nearby chair. "I can't wait to see where I go to this time. Where do you guys think you'll end up this year?"
"Who knows?" muttered Amanda as the two snakes sat down by the Cenation leader. "The company heads always sends us wrestlers to places we would least suspect."
"I know." said John as he crossed his arms. "Last year, they sent me to Norway."
"How was it?" asked Randy as he raised an eyebrow.
"Not bad actually," said John with a small shake of his head. "I learned over there that the uppermost parts of the country don't get night at all. It's daylight 24/7 in those areas."
"24 hours of straight up daylight. . . Oh crap, I can't imagine living in a place like that. I like my nighttime." said Amanda as she clawed her fingers throu7gh her hair.
"Me too," said Randy in complete agreement. "It's unnatural for me to live in an area that has no night."
"Of course it's unnatural for you," said John with an eyebrow raised up. "You're a freaking vampire, the so called creature of the night. There are stories out there that say if your kind walks out into the sunlight, you will basically burn to a crisp."
"Who even started up that rumor anyway?" asked Amanda as she watched the line grow smaller with each passing minute.
"It was started up by some ancient vampire centuries ago. He believed that the best way for vampires to not be feared by the humans was to spread these rumors about a vampires' various weaknesses. And it has stuck to this day." said Randy with a nod of his head as he heard footsteps coming their way.
"But it's definitely not the case huh?" asked John as he looked to see Barry walking over to them.
"That's right; snapping a vampire's neck or setting a vampire's body on fire is the two most surefire ways to kill our kind. Barely anyone survives those types of deaths. Vervain, at its' best, can paralyze a vampire or hinder his or hers senses, but it can never kill them." explained Randy as Barry set down two envelopes on the table before them before walking away. One was addressed to John and the other was addressed to both Randy and Amanda.
"Huh . . . so that's why you were unconscious for a good ten hours after Nikki spiked your beer with vervain on your birthday three years ago." muttered John with a chuckle as he ripped his envelope open.
"NIKKI DID WHAT?" asked Randy wide eyed in disbelief as he stared down the Cenation leader.
"Oh . . . yeah. I wasn't supposed to tell you that." said John sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck. "Bye now!"
And with that, John got out of his seat and bolted out the room, leaving Randy and Amanda to stare at his retreating form till he turned the corner, fully disappearing from view. Randy turned his still disbelieving eyes to Amanda, who only shook her head.
"Don't look at me like that," said the Anaconda as she crossed her arms. "I had no idea Nikki spiked your drink. We weren't even in the same town that day."
"I want to not believe you, but your even heartbeat says you're telling the truth." said Randy with a sigh as he turned his attention back to the envelope to the table. "You want to the honors?"
"Way ahead of you." said Amanda as she snatched the envelope from off the table. She quickly opened the envelope and took the white piece of paper from out its small enclosure. She opened the folded paper and read it keenly, until her eyes widened midway down the page.
"What's wrong?" asked Randy as he looked at his mate, her eyes still unmoving from their shocked stance. "What's the problem?"
"Let me ask you this Randy: How much are of you a fan of Romania?"
Memories instantly flashed through Randy's head at the mere mention of the European nation; most of those thoughts centering around a certain evil vampire that the two encountered a few months back.
"Randy?" asked Amanda as she raised an eyebrow. He didn't respond, but he did abruptly jump out of his chair and started to walk over to the door, leaving Amanda to follow after him as quick as she could.
"Randy!" called Amanda as she practically jogged to keep up with Randy's quickening pace.
"Vince can't be sending us to freaking Romania!" said Randy as the two turned a corner. "After what happened with us and Sergei months back, I'm sure that fuckwad still has a few associates there that would so love to kill us for what we did to the bastard."
"None of that is going to happen."
The two veterans turned to see Hunter and Stephanie walking over to them, both of them with looks saying that they were expecting Randy's pissed attitude from the start.
"And how are you so sure?" asked Randy, his stare boring down on his bosses as he crossed his arms.
"We've gotten the Romanian regent's word that you two will be safe during your promotional stop in Bucharest." answered Stephanie as she quickly checked the time on her watch. Randy and Amanda shot each other quick glances before turning their attention back to the two vampires.
"Look . . . you're only going to be there for three days representing the WWE at a wrestling convention they have every year over in Bucharest. After the convention is over, you can get on the next flight back to the States, plain and simple," said Hunter as he let out a sigh. "Now stop complaining about it. It's just a quick visit. The three days will go by in the blink of an eye. . . Now if you excuse us, we have an irate Mexican Aristocrat to get to."
And with that, Hunter and Stephanie disappeared in a blink of an eye, a gush of wind blowing past Randy and Amanda as they were left to themselves in the empty hallway.
"I seriously hate that when it happens?" muttered Amanda as she crossed her arms. "Why can't you vampires lay off with the vampire speed hmm?"
"Because that is not in our nature," said Randy with a small scowl as he turned to her. "What do you think about all this?"
"Well . . . I don't know what to think to be honest." answered Amanda as she leaned against the wall. "I guess we just hope that those three days pass by really quickly."
Randy gave a small nod of his head as he rubbed his hand across his chin. He walked over to Amanda until he stood right in front of her and put both his hands against the wall on either side of her, taking away any chance of escape she had.
"Every time we think we're done with Sergei, he somehow comes back and haunts us one way or another." Randy whispered to her as he leaned his forehead down so that it was touching Amanda's own.
"I know, but it can't be helped." muttered Amanda as she let out a deep breath. "And yet we somehow push through it every single time."
"You make a good point." said Randy as he pecked her lips for a quick kiss. "C'mon, let's get out of here."
Amanda nodded her head in agreement as she let Randy lead her down the hallway; both sensing that things were only going to get stranger and stranger as time goes on.
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