CHAPTER FOUR

CORRI

There was something lurking in the shadowy corner of Corri's hotel room when she arrived. She quickly realized the something was actually a someone.

Corri studied her visitor. "Something I can help you with, Jay?" She asked.

Jay, better known as JTG, smiled sarcastically at her. "Great debut tonight," he told her.

"Where's Shad?" Corri asked, hugging her old friend. She'd met the members of Cryme Tyme years before they debuted in WWE. She missed them dearly.

"With his son. He couldn't make it, but I couldn't miss your debut, girl! You and Cay were amazing yo! I hate those WWE fucks, but you guys earned this shot and I'm damn proud of you! Make that money-money! Yeah-yeah!"

Corri laughed. "How did you get in here?"

Jay waved something shiny around. "I broke in. You know how I roll."

"Criminal."

"No shit."

"If you did this to Cayla, she'd have killed you first and asked questions later."

"That's why I came to see you, Corri." He kissed her.

"That and you wanted a booty call, apparently."

He laughed. "Is that a problem?"

"Nah. I missed you, too. Come here, jackass." She kissed him back, pulling his body against her own. She hadn't slept with Jay in a couple of years, but she remembered the appeal. They easily fell into a familiar and passionate routine and Corri lost herself in him. That was her favorite thing to do to escape, lose herself in another person. Jay had once been a frequent volunteer. This was the perfect way to finish off her night.

CAYLA

She woke up mildly hung-over. She couldn't imagine how bad her sister was, considering she'd gone shot-for-shot with Saraya and won. Cayla had done about six shots before stopping for the night. She was a lightweight, so even six was a lot.

Her phone was ringing. Annoyed, she picked it up and realized it was Paul. "We've got an idea we want to run by you," he said by way of greeting.

"Sure," Cayla said, eager to hear of any new opportunity.

"We're going to have you have an on-screen relationship with Big Show."

Cayla froze. "Big Show?" She asked. "Paul, he's a heel. I'm not."

"Exactly. We're going to use you to face turn him."

Where's that Heel/Face Switch when you need it? Cayla wondered. "Um… I'm not entirely sure about this. What's the angle exactly?"

"Big Show is part of the Authority, so he's on air all the time when the heels are. I figure he can get involved with your matches against heels, and then he notices you and starts to fall for you. You turn him down, of course. You're a good girl! But then he becomes determined to win you over, so he starts to change until he's a face again."

Cayla could not have been less excited about a storyline, but she forced a smile into her voice as she said, "Great. I'm sure we can make it work."

"That's what I like to hear!"

"What's Corri's storyline going to be?"

"Oh! We have a great storyline for your sister, but we're still working out the kinks. I'll let her know as soon as it's finalized. I'll see you girls tonight!" Paul hung up.

The Big Show, Cayla thought. The. Big. Freaking. Show?! Are they insane? How is this even logical? Wait, it's not logical, it's wrestling… Still… She sighed. How was she supposed to feel about this? She'd been on the air exactly once before they'd decided she needed to be some kind of object of desire. She prayed they weren't going to turn her into a valet. She was too good for that, and even she knew it. This wasn't fair, but she'd have to go along with it for now. Being the new girl suddenly sucked.

RANDY

"The bags under your eyes have suitcases, Orton," John said when he saw him that morning. "Insomnia kick back in?"

"And then some," Randy replied.

John picked up the meaning of his words. "Seriously, man, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Randy lied.

"Yeah, and Nicole's a virgin."

"Did you just call your girlfriend a whore?"

"No. I called her a non-virgin. There's a difference. It was meant to be a very clear sarcastic comment."

"Whatever. I'm fine, John, really. I just need to get some sleep."

John turned serious. "You know, if you need to talk man… We've been here together a long time. We're practically brothers. I'm here for you."

Randy nodded. "I appreciate that. And your girlfriend is a whore, by the way."

"I know. I just think it's rude to say as much."

"Why do you put up with her, Cena?"

He shrugged. "She's convenient. We both know the reality of our relationship, no matter what her precious television show implies. I've always been honest with her. I'm not interested in anything serious."

"She cheats on you."

"I cheat on her, too, so it's not really cheating. It's more like an open relationship."

"You're a glutton for punishment."

"That's probably true."

"I hope you use condoms," Randy said with a laugh.

John rolled his eyes. "Stop changing the subject. I'm worried about you."

"Don't be. I'll be fine. Always am."

"Big bad Marine, right?"

"Ex Marine, but yes."

"Okay. Come on, man. You need something to eat before we film tonight. Seriously, you look like shit. Lunch is on me."

"Thanks."

"Anytime, man."

SARAYA

Saraya's match for the night was for Main Event. She was fighting Nikki, which she was only looking forward to because she enjoyed beating the ever-living shit out of her. It was a shame WWE was PG and didn't allow blood. She wondered if Nikki bled black or some other toxic color.

They were, naturally, the first event of the night. Saraya wasn't playing around tonight. She lunged at Nikki as soon as the bell rang. Nikki dodged her blow and knocked her to the mat. Saraya kicked her leg out from beneath her and bashed her head against the mat before releasing her at the ref's command as Nikki reached the ropes. She gave Nikki some space to recover.

Nikki grabbed Saraya and tried to pull her into the Rack Attack, but Saraya got out of it before she could. She used the Paige Turner on Nikki. When Nikki didn't move, Saraya pinned her. Nikki kicked out at two and three quarters. Saraya felt the ref needed to work on his counting and told him as much. "Three comes after two, Ref!" She informed him. She roared in his face. Then she pulled Nikki into the PTO.

Nikki resisted for about forty seconds, an impressive amount of time for her, but ultimately, she tapped out. Saraya was pleased with the outcome of the match and laughed at Nikki. She walked around the ring as her music played like she owned it (which she totally did, of course) and declared that "This is my house!"

CORRI

Corri was so hyper after her night with Jay, she couldn't sleep. She went to work hyped up on caffeine and adrenaline. It was only when she rushed through the hallway and slammed into someone that she returned to reality.

"Shit, my bad," she said. Then she realized who she'd knocked over. She laughed. "We have to stop meeting like this, Randy."

"It's karma," Randy said. "You owed me."

"You can still RKO me."

"Some other time. It's more fun when you don't expect it." He smiled at her.

Corri could see how tired Randy looked. She wished she could share some of her energy with him. She helped him stand up and kissed him before she even realized what she was doing.

Randy pulled away from her, but not quickly enough. Her kiss had obviously caught him off guard. "What the hell?" He asked her, breathless.

"You looked like you needed a kiss," Corri said with a shrug.

"That's assault in some states."

"Are you going to press charges?"

He smirked at her. "I think I can let it slide."

"I'll happily assault you any time, Orton."

"Not a chance."

"You didn't seem to mind."

"Look, you're a good kisser… Like, a really good kisser… I'm just not looking for anything right now."

"We find the best things when we're not looking."

"I need to go get ready for my match, Corri. Good luck tonight."

He rushed away and Corri knew she's gotten under his skin. She just wasn't sure what she'd done. Still, she decided she liked to make Orton squirm. She'd need to try it again sometime. She smiled at the thought. This could be fun.

RANDY

Was he delusional, or had that just happened? This girl was unlike any he'd met before. When she'd kissed him, it was like he felt alive for the first time in years. That scared him more than he could process. He'd done the only thing he could do and he'd walked away. Corri was dangerous. She could break something in him that he might not be able to fix. He'd known her for just over a week and he already knew that.

No Divas, he reminded himself. Especially not that one.

The thought of staying away from Corri hurt him. She'd kissed him exactly once and it was already like he was addicted. She was his drug, and he couldn't afford to be intoxicated. The price was too high. He'd been down this road before, although Corri was different from the others. He'd never met anyone like her.

"Penny for your thoughts?" John asked.

"Girl trouble," Randy said.

"Ah, fun times. Who broke your heart, Orton?"

"No one this week… But she's trying to."

John laughed. "Good luck, man. And remember, wear a rubber."

"Why? It's not like it's Nikki or Brie."

John punched him in the arm. "Asshole," he said, but he was laughing. After so many years as storyline rivals, this was just how the two of them talked to each other, but Cena was probably the closest thing Randy had to a true friend.

"Tell me I should never date a Diva."

"Date them all you want," John said.

"That's not what I said to tell me."

"You didn't let me finish, Kanye. Date them all you want, but don't fall in love. That's how you get screwed over. That's how you end up doing things you don't want to do, like appearing on a very bad reality television show that's not actually real."

"John… Don't let me forget that advice."

"I'll beat your ass if you fall in love with a Diva."

"Appreciated."

"Anytime. Are you good now?"

"I think so."

"Good. Kick ass tonight, man. And don't fall in love."

"Got it." Randy laughed, but it was forced. He wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to keep fighting his attraction to Corri. No matter how many times he told himself not to fall in love, he kept doing it, and this time, the girl seemed determined to get under his skin. He was definitely in for a fight.