Quick Note: Please remember that the dialogue in italics are from Cheyenne's interview during the Total Divas episodes!

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"You slept with Orton?"

I looked over at Jon, who, for some odd reason, was pacing back and forth as if I'd told him something that he couldn't stand.

"Don't act like you're the saint here," I scorned.

"I'm just surprised." Jon finally sat down on the fold out chair that was in the locker room. "I thought we warned you about him."

"It's not like I wanted to," I scoffed. "If you were drunk you would've done the same thing."

"No," he chuckled. "I'm into women."

I rolled my eyes. "You know what I meant."

None of this made sense to me. Even after I was showed the clips that Stephen or Stewart or any one of the Total Divas' cameramen filmed, it just didn't made any sense to me. Why would I submit myself to drinking my brain numb? This wasn't the first time-and hell, probably not the last time that the company screwed me over. So, why did hearing Nikki Bella get my match hurt so much?

"Are you sure that you slept with him?" He asked, his face tense.

"I don't know, Jon," I sighed. "What other explanation is there? I saw the footage; I was drunk out of my mind. There's no way that Randy would have passed up on this opportunity." It's true, I wasn't his only victim.

"Was Randy drunk?" He looked at me, searching my eyes for answers.

I only shrugged. "Beats me. I don't think he had anything to drink."

Before I could object, Jon stood up with his fists clenched.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked, putting my hands up to stop him from storming out of the locker room.

"He took advantage of you," he growled.

"So, why are you jumping to my defense? This is my battle to fight."

Jon turned his attention away from the door and on me, looking at me dead in the eyes. Something changed then, it looked like a flame died down a bit. I wasn't sure what it was, so I shook it off while I tried to keep him from leaving.

"What are you going to do about it?"

Once he stopped pushing against me, I took my hands down. "I was thinking that I'd go see him later."

"Chey," he warned.

"I'll be okay. I'm just going to see what happened."

My assurance didn't change his mind, and his face still showed that he didn't approve of my suggestion.

"He'll take advantage of you again," he said in a concerned manner.

"I won't let that happen," I told him. "And, if he does, then you get to beat him up."

Playing the piano has always come naturally for me. From the first time my mother forced me to press my fingers down on the keys, I knew that I could do anything with them. I honestly can't recall the number of songs I wrote throughout high school, as I battled with the occasional bullies and mean girls, alone as I tried to find the 'love of my life'.

I laughed aloud as I sat down at the piano bench. It came as a surprise that the hotel had one of these open to the public in the ballroom. Nobody was around, and I was trying to avoid running into Randy, so I figured that I'd play a few keys to pass the time.

The very second my fingers connected with the thin, white keys, I was instantly relaxed. I had nearly forgotten how easily I was able to drift away when music began to play. It was a good thing that I was alone, though, because if anybody were to see me, I probably would have to run away in embarrassment. Whenever I played the piano, my head would sway back and forth, my eyes would close and I would get completely lost in my train of thought. That's how music changed me.

I played a few cords, as a warm-up, before I entered into a full song. I can't remember what I was playing, it was most likely something that just came to mind, but I couldn't hold myself still. My head was subconsciously swaying, my eyes closed, and I was lost.

After a minute or two of playing, I opened my eyes and stared at the keys.

"I still keep thinking, what is wrong with me?" I shook my head at the camera. "If only I'd just gone back to the hotel, none of this would have happened."

Sighing, I stood up to leave. "Nice playing," a man's deep voice said.

Turning my head, I had to stop myself from dropping my jaw to the floor.

"I didn't know you could play," Randy complimented.

"There's a lot of things that you don't know about me," I retorted. I climbed off of the ballroom's stage and grabbed my bag.

"I know that you have a tattoo of the name 'Jake' right above your ass."

My heart stopped. "Congrats, Randy. Go ahead, rub in the fact that you took advantage of me. It looks really good for your reputation."

He stopped me before I could exit the ballroom, spinning me back around to face him. "You think I slept with you?"

"Well, if you're suggesting that I slept with you, then you're mistaken," I told him. "I was drunk. Plus, when I woke up, I was in your clothes."

"Because the minute we got to my room you took yours off," he explained.

I was taken a bit aback. "What?"

He nodded. "I had to wait until you were asleep for me to change you back. I tried to get your jeans on you, but you kept kicking me around," he wandered off.

"I was kicking you in my sleep?" I asked, completely embarrassed.

"You're a fighter, I'll give you that."

Bringing my palm up to my forehead, I turned away so that Randy wouldn't see my face as it grew bright shades of red. "I'm sorry," I muttered, to him, but also to myself. Sitting down at one of the already laid out chairs, I covered my face with my hands. "When I woke up, I saw that I was alone. I ran out of there so fast, I didn't even know that I was in your room. I bumped into Nikki in the elevator, and she told me that we had slept together."

He nodded as he understood, and sat down in the chair next to mine. "You were making a lot of noise last night, and I had to basically rip you from Nikki and her friends. You wanted to go hang out with them, but I figured that I should save you from any trouble."

I hadn't realized that Randy had a caring bone in his body for anybody except his daughter. Once he and his wife separated and divorced, he became a silent figure in the locker rooms. Jon and Colby warned me about his anger issues, which was my main reason for staying away. But, this side of him, I'll admit that I like.

"Thanks," I praised. "That was really sweet."

I sensed that my words caught him a bit off guard. He stood up quickly before I had the chance to rest my hands upon his, which I was mere centimeters from doing when he pulled away.

"I have to get to the gym," he excused.

I nodded. "Okay." I stood up as well, and I was about to say something else when he jumped ship. "Bye," I whispered as he walked away.

"So, maybe I was right. Randy doesn't have a sentimental bone in his body. He's just a gentleman."

"So...you didn't sleep with Randy?"

I shot a look of disappointment at Nikki, who in turn brushed it off.

"Why didn't you tell me that this morning? I would've understood," she mocked.

"I didn't know what happened last night, this morning," I sneered. If we weren't having any problems before, we were getting awfully close to having a few now.

"Whatever," the Latina redirected. "Good luck against AJ tonight. But, try not to do too good, okay? I'd like to keep my spot at WrestleMania."

I watched as it took five minutes after Nikki left for her ego to finally subside. Tonight was an important night; it was WWE Main Event, and sure, it wasn't the most glorious of shows, but it was my night to prove that I deserve a shot at the Divas Title.

Unpacking my bag, I took out the attire I was going to wear. It was just like my attire from Monday: spandex shorts, a tube-top that had its straps crossed in the front, wrapping around the back of my neck, and the best part, was that it was in black. The black version of my attire was always my favorite, mainly because it showed an edgier, sexier, and more powerful side of me.

And, that's a side of me that only comes out inside the ring.

I was just finishing lacing up my boots when I heard Jon's voice ringing through the entrance.

"If it isn't my favorite Diva," he teased.

"What now, Jon? I'm getting ready for my match."

I wasn't looking, but I could only imagine the sarcastic expression that was probably written on his face. "That hurt," he said.

Rolling my eyes, I stood up as I was finished. "How may I help you, Jonathan," I corrected myself, in a more professional manner.

"I came here to check up on you," he offered. "You know, to see if I still needed to kick Orton's ass."

I chuckled. "Actually, I didn't even have to."

"Why not?" I watched as his confused expression turned to disgust. "Don't tell me you slept with him again."

"What, no!" I playfully slapped his arm. "He explained to me what all happened, and nothing did."

"So, he didn't get any," he said with a smirk.

I slapped his arm again, this time a little harder. "Jon! Don't act like I'm just something that gets passed around."

"I never said that," he admitted. Grabbing his arm, which was turning a bright shade of red, he sighed. "You got a match tonight?"

"Do I ever just wear my attire for fun?"

He shrugged. "You seem like that kind of girl."

"Do you have to be so damn difficult?"

"Only for you," he ran his finger down the side of my face before leaving me in my locker room. I simply rolled my eyes and followed him out.

The second the bell rang, I was in my zone. Locking up with my opponent, AJ Lee, in the center of the ring, I took control. Flipping her onto her side while I continued my headlock, I wrapped my legs around her waist from behind and held her in the submission.

Of course, it was too early to end the match, and I released my hold just enough for her break free. I rolled over to my feet, and we both met eye-to-eye again. However, my 5'7" height was towering over her 5'2", but it didn't help my case. All it took was one kick to my previously injured knee to take me down.

I was bent over, grasping onto my knee.

"Of course, tonight was the one night that I didn't think I would need to wear my knee brace."

I took deep, steady breaths as I pushed through the pain. Wobbling to my feet, I took all of the adrenaline I had to connect my feet to her chest with a high drop-kick. It sent her down to her back, but she jumped right back up. So, I went in a second time, repeated the earlier motions. She was laying on her back, and I crawled into the pinning position, but she kicked out before we even hit a two.

Before I had the chance I fully get to my feet, she had already taken me down from behind in a rolling pin. I pushed my way out of it, kicking out before she had the chance to get to the two, cementing my chance to beat her.

Next, she threw me headfirst into the turnbuckle, causing a severe headache to come rippling through my brain. Knowing that it was nothing, I pushed on and untied the turnbuckle when the referee wasn't looking; he was too busy trying to control AJ's manager, Tamina Snuka, to notice.

After AJ was done trying to argue with the referee, she walked right into my hand, but caught me in a reversal. She grabbed me by the hair and threw my head back into the uncovered turnbuckle. Suddenly, as I fell to the ground, I felt a warm liquid rolling down my face, and my the sound of the crowd I knew that it wasn't just sweat.

It was blood.

The crowd was going wild. It was the first time in years that a Diva had bled during her match, and the thought that it was happening to me? I was in shock.

We fought cautiously for the next three minutes, all while trying not to create anymore gory scenes. I knew that the end of the match was coming, and I saw my chance approaching as I took a deep breath before connecting my foot to her head with a roundhouse kick. Throwing my hands up in the air, the crowd began to roar louder and louder, and I fed off of their energy. Climbing up to the top rope, I got in position before finishing AJ off with my finisher: a moonsault.

"One...Two...Three!" I heard the referee call out, and I jumped up with joy.

Blood, sweat and, thankfully, no tears were pouring all over my face. I had successfully beaten the WWE Divas Champion, AJ Lee.

"If that doesn't get me a 'Mania match...I don't know what will."