Chapter 4

No words were spoken between them as Jaina stood beside him at gorilla position. The tension was so thick it couldn't be cut with even the sharpest of knives, everyone noticing it. Jaina squared her shoulders and closed her eyes when Randy's music hit, walking through the black curtain after him, shimmering gold along with his entrance as she stood beside him, hands planted on her hips.

Taking his offered hand with a smile, Jaina was guided down the ramp way, acting as if she worshipped the ground Randy walked on. Again, she was playing the part as she walked up the steel ring steps and stepped through the bottom rope, smoothing her dress down and stood in front of him. She ran her hands down his shirt covered chest before unbuttoning it one by one, finally sliding it from his muscular body and torso, licking her lips hungrily, folding it over her arm. Jaina then walked over, retrieving a microphone and stood beside him, clapping as the music was cut.

Randy had completely forgotten he had microphone time tonight; that's how pissed off and distracted she had gotten him. Inwardly slapping the shit out of himself and then kicking her ass for good measure, Randy decided to improvise since he hadn't given any idea to what he was going to say. Luckily for him, he was pretty smooth on the microphone to begin with. Smirking, he bent down to brush his lips against hers before kicking off his little spiel.

It was the same bitch talk about how Randy was going to end Mick Foley's career since he was the Legend Killer. Jaina drowned most of it out, keeping that smile on her face and clapped whenever the fans started booing, encouraging him to continue. Though, he was cut off after five minutes straight, causing her to inwardly sigh with relief, and watched as Mick Foley stormed down to the ring for the confrontation.

Randy immediately pushed her toward the ring ropes and Jaina slid through them, landing on the outside with ease with his shirt, watching as his muscles flexed with every movement. Damn, why did he have to be such an asshole? Jaina wondered what it would be like to spend one night with him, immediately pushing that thought to the back of her mind, saving it for a later time when she was alone.

Randy had a lot of pent up frustration and anger at the moment, planning on taking it out on Foley, but he wasn't stupid enough to underestimate the hardcore veteran. Hell no. Foley didn't even wrestle; he just attacked like some mad animal, causing a sneer to come to Randy's lips. Deciding to school the old timer, Randy purposely started using submission holds, inwardly laughing as Jaina cheered him on; no doubt she hated her job at the moment.

This was different to witness; Randy was actually using submissive holds, though all she was able to notice, besides how the sweat beaded on his muscular body. Jaina hid it well though and clapped when Randy finally delivered an RKO to the bloody Hardcore Legend, inwardly sighing, feeling terrible for him. She watched as Randy opened the ropes for her, walking up the steel ring steps and slid through them, raising his arm in the air as if cementing his status as the Legend Killer.

Jaina gasped when Randy practically crushed her to his body, those blue eyes boring into his own, and his lips captured hers hungrily, almost viciously. Jaina wanted to pull away, but knew that wouldn't look right as her fingers delved in his hair, nails gripping it painfully. Warning him to ease up on the kiss, Jaina felt him release her a few moments later, lips swollen while they both looked down at the fallen Mick Foley with sick smirks.

Knowing Jaina was going to hate it, Randy spit on Mick; she had also asked him to do it though during their segment so...Laughing, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side and looked down at her, taking inventory of her swollen lips. Damn, she was beautiful when she looked ravished, wondering just how she would look after an intense session with him. He needed another cold shower.

A wicked laugh sounded from her lips as Jaina ran her finger across her lip, wiping the corners with a smirk before walking over to the ring ropes, the crowd booing them something fierce. She hated being a heel, but at the same time, it was something new for her character. She raised Randy's arm once again, pointing to him as they backed up the ramp way, Paul and David joining them moments later. All four raised their arms up, connected, before walking through the black curtain. As soon as she was through it, Jaina immediately released Randy's arm and headed back to the dressing room, wiping her lips off.

"Breath mint?" David offered with an amused chuckle, watching as she wiped her lips clean.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Be nice now children." Paul admonished, knowing Jaina was probably going to go brush her teeth and tongue, twice. "Why don't you both go cool off?"

Paul and David thought they were comedians.

She brushed her teeth three times before changing into a black leather skirt with a gold halter top that showed off a bit of her lean, toned stomach. She left her makeup, just touching it up a bit, mostly her gloss before deciding what to do about her hair. She decided to leave it down, knowing they really didn't have time and changed out of her heels, wearing knee high boots that were black leather. She walked out ten minutes later and gathered her things, knowing they were ready to go, Randy having just changed his shirt.

"We ready?" Paul asked, sounding bored already, and rolled his eyes when David began preening. "Your pants make your ass look fat." He said snidely.

Even Randy was laughing when David's head whipped around to take in his backside. "Fucking moron..."

"SHUT UP!"

"I have no comment." Jaina muttered when Paul looked her way, wanting her opinion and walked out after them, knowing she would have to stay by Randy's side tonight.

There were fans outside so she had to play the part and felt his arm wrap around her shoulders, inwardly shuddering. It was amazing what a fantastic actress she was and plastered on a smile just as they stepped outside, the fans going crazy, begging for autographs. They stopped to sign a few before heading to the limo, Randy's arm moving from her shoulders to her waist. Jaina would hurt him if that hand moved below her waistline; she was banking on it. As soon as they were in the limo, Jaina immediately went to the farthest side of the limo and stared out the window, looking miserable.

"Am I THAT bad?" Randy demanded then raised his arms up to sniff under his pits, being a typical male, and shrugged. He thought he smelled good in a subtle way. Unlike David, who tended to bathe in whatever cologne he was obsessed with that week.

"Just make sure you play the happy couple in public." Paul cautioned, pinching the bridge of his nose with a low groan. They were giving him a headache.

He smelled incredible, one of the reasons Jaina couldn't be around him for long periods of time. His scent was intoxicating, though she would never admit that, not even on her deathbed. Jaina didn't speak a single word to him, just nodded once at Paul, and rubbed her wrists absentmindedly.

The bruises were faded and a person would have to look really close to notice they were there. Though it probably helped that she was wearing gold bracelets to hide them too. Crossing one leg over the other, Jaina folded her arms across her chest, wishing she could go back to the hotel and relax alone, like she was used too, hating that they had to do promotional work at a club of all places.

Randy was always aware of Jaina on some level, consciously or subconsciously. Right now he was hyper aware of her, that scorching kiss, both of them actually, burning on the forefront of his mind. So when Jaina rubbed her wrists, seemingly unaware she was doing it, he frowned, realizing he must have hurt her more than originally planned. Not that he planned on doing anything major, just a tiny pinch of pain, mild compared to her damn spinning heel kicks.

Paul said just a few hours; she could handle and deal with that, though that would mean she'd have to act in front of people. Groaning inwardly, Jaina knew she would need a few drinks when this was all said and done, taking a deep silent breath to slow her racing heart. Her lips were still burning from that kiss earlier in the ring, the feeling of his hair still lingering on her fingertips.

'He's an asshole, what is WRONG with you?' She thought, mentally berating herself and looked up when the limo suddenly stopped, knowing this was it. Paul and David were out first, followed by Randy as she took his extended hand, knowing she had no choice and was pulled out gently. Plastering on a smile, Jaina knew she would have sore cheeks by the end of the night as Randy lead her inside with his arm firmly and securely around her waist.

Randy's first thought of the club was, 'Cool place.' The second came right after seeing a group of men, who seemed to recognize them and, more importantly Jaina, was, 'Bad idea to come.' Sighing, he lowered his head to her ear; his blue eyes fastened on the group, letting them know silently she was hands off. "You have attracted more then just my attention, Jai."

At first Jaina didn't know what the hell he was talking about. Then she saw the group of men, immediately feeling his grip tighten on her. Her hand resting on his, Jaina leaned against his side, something she normally didn't do. Randy was protecting her, which was strange, but at the same time, she was a great asset to Evolution. She was the 'Golden Girl' as most called her, that smile never leaving her face.

"Thank you Randy." She murmured loud enough for him to hear, heart pounding in her chest, knowing she would have to just accept the fact she was in Evolution and deal with it her own way.

"You're welcome." Randy sounded somewhat startled and flashed a brief but genuine smile, guiding her towards the bar, Paul and David off doing their thing. This meant there would be strange women in the suite tonight. Lord save them all. "Want something to drink?" He asked politely, ordering himself his usual.

"Tequila Rose on the rocks." She requested softly, knowing she would need heavy drinks to get through this.

Just because Randy was protecting her didn't mean she still didn't loathe the man. Her wrists were still sore as she felt his arm wrap around her shoulders, while he ordered a glass of Jack Daniels, with a chaser beer. Jaina took a long swig of it before setting the glass down, leaning back against the booth and looked around. The club was different, colorful and had dancing, which was something Jaina didn't do, unless it was slow. Randy was stuck with her considering, on-screen, they were a couple. Jaina was officially in hell.

Still keeping an eye out on potential suitors for Jaina, Randy also scoured the club, taking it in. They would have to make rounds and be seen, spotting some photographers snapping pictures of everything that was going on, no doubt for promotional reasons. "Do you dance?" He asked before taking a shot from his glass, and then followed it up with a chase of beer, shaking his head slightly as the liquor burnt its way down his throat.

"No, not usually." She replied and took another swig of her drink, ignoring the burning sensation, hoping she got trashed so she wouldn't remember what happened. Then again, maybe that wasn't the best idea in the world either. Jaina sighed heavily when Randy told her they would have to move around and reluctantly stood up from the table, slipping her hand through his as he lead her wherever he wanted.

In all honesty, Randy felt like he was at a dog show, putting her through her paces. Where he walked, she walked. When he flashed someone a smile, she did the same. It was irritating. He knew Jaina had a mind of her own; she wasn't afraid to unleash it on him. He wished she could show a LITTLE of the same spunk in this situation. But then again, that went against her character.

Jaina was put in Evolution with Randy as the woman that worshipped him, to make women jealous of her spot, though she would've handed it over in a heartbeat unbeknownst to them. Jaina played the part though, knowing the promotional work was just as important as the in-ring, if not more. She signed a few autographs, mostly for men, while Randy was busy with women left and right fawning over him. She just stood back and watched amusedly, shaking her head, wondering when they could leave. Jaina was dead on her feet, that Tequila Rose giving her a nice buzz.

As much as he would have usually loved the attention he was receiving from this bevy of beauties, it was impossible to bask in the adoration with Jaina looking on. She made him feel self-conscious and that was something Randy NEVER felt. He sighed, looking over the head of a very busty blonde to her, eyes asking for some help. Frowning, Randy saw one of the braver men approaching her from behind, already moving towards her.

The man grabbed her, but Jaina was making her way over to Randy and shoved the busty blonde away before bringing his lips down on hers, knowing the photographers would love this, slowly pulling back. "He's taken, or have you forgotten that?" She stated, blue eyes flashing at the blonde, her hands resting on Randy's chest before resting her head against his chest, feeling his fingers running through her hair. She looked behind her, seeing the man glaring daggers back at them, and closed her eyes as her arms tightened around him.

"You got a problem, boy?" Randy demanded, his upper lip curling into a sneer, muscular arms tightening around Jaina protectively. The guy couldn't have been much older than him so 'boy' wasn't the right term, but degrading nonetheless.

Shaking his head, the man just backed off, shooting Jaina one last, appreciative look.

"Fucking prick."

"I second that." She murmured, feeling safe for the moment in Randy's arms before slowly pulling back, raking a hand through her honey blonde hair. They helped each other out of uncomfortable situations; that's all Jaina was chalking it up too and flashed another smile when a photographer came over to them. She hated the promotional shit, but knew it had to be done as Randy's arms wrapped around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, leaning her head against his as a few more pictures were taken. "I'm thirsty." She whispered, walking away from him before going back up to their private table, wanting to leave in the worse way as she took another swig of her drink.

"Wanna dance?" He was back, having been waiting for her to move from her fancy, wrestler boyfriend. They couldn't be up each other's ass all the time, now could they? Her friends from her little faction were too busy enjoying themselves and it looked like her boyfriend was about to be swarmed again. "C'mon honey, I'm not a bad guy." He laughed, dropping down beside her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Get away from me." She ordered gravely, glaring at the man when he went to kiss her neck and splashed her Tequila Rose in his face, receiving a backhand for her troubles. She immediately stumbled from the booth. The music was loud so nobody would notice this right away as he stood up, shouting at her.

"You crazy fucking bitch!!"

When he lunged at her, Jaina did a drop toehold, causing his nose to smash against the floor, busting it instantly as he stumbled up to his feet, her cheek throbbing and already turning a deep shade of blue.

"I'm gonna-"

A second later, the man was on his back seeing stars from her devastating roundhouse heel kick, glad she'd worn her steel toed boots.