Sorry this took so long. I kinda, maybe, sorta forgot to update? I had the chapter done, but I planned on updating it the next day, but forgot. My bad! =/ But I hope you enjoy. And just so you all know that I'm actually serious about this story, I've began writing ahead so I can keep updating regularly and so far, I've written 8 chapters. :)
getcraazysofia – How rude of me! *gives you cookies* ENJOY! [: hahah. Well you never know, they might or they might not. As I said, I don't want to drop off too many hints or give anything away, but expect quite a few Randy/Michelle moments. ;) And I like the way you think, but as you wish, I won't reveal anymore! :D
Veronica – No need to apologize! :) But thanks for the review for this chapter. x3 Aw, thank you so much, that means a lot. x
"Okay, love you too. Bye Sam." Randy smiled into the mouthpiece before him and Sam both hanged up. Randy shivered as a cold gush of wind hit him. Hugging himself, Randy made his way off the balcony and back to his hotel room. When he opened the door, the whole room turned to him, all five pairs of eyes studying him suspiciously. Looks like Cody and his big mouth had told the room of the events that occurred, and obviously they had gotten the wrong idea. "For the record, I did nothing wrong." Randy stated matter-of-factly.
"We never said you did." Ted said in a smartass tone, shooting Randy a grin. Randy just rolled his eyes and sat down in between Drew and Christian. "But we did hear that you had your body awfully close to a certain hurting blonde who was in tears. Do you have anything to say on the subject?" Ted questioned as he studied his cards intensively.
"No. Now shut the fuck up and let's play. Deal me in, Rhodes." Randy said in a stern tone. Cody eyed him up and down before giving the older man a hand of cards.
"I have a first name, you know." Cody stated matter-of-factly.
Michelle pushed her legs further and it wasn't long until her him came in contact with the middle rope and her shoulder blades bounced off the top rope. Michelle pushed herself off and did the same to the other side of the ring. She had been doing this for a good 15 minutes. It was just last night that the blonde had broken down in front of the third-generation superstar and she had decided that she wouldn't put herself in that vulnerable state ever again.
"Michelle, can I talk to you for a second?" A voice asked from the apron. Michelle grasped the top of the rope to stop her from bouncing off and looked down to see a certain third-generation star gazing up at her, with a stern look placed on their face – although, this third-generation star isn't who you are expecting; unless, Randy suddenly grew two pairs of boobs, and lower-chest length blonde hair with distinct streaks of pink through them. The hair was a dead giveaway.
For some reason, a relatively pissed off Natalya wanted to speak to Michelle. Michelle made her way over to where Natalya was and climbed out of the ring to stand next to her. Grabbing her bottle, Michelle swallowed two huge mouthfuls before she allowed the blonde to speak. "What can I do for you, Nattie?" The blonde asked out of breath.
"Don't 'what can I do for you Nattie' me, Michelle. Do really think that you could've got away with what you did to Rosa without any recoil just because your Takers wife? Look, I've never had a problem with you before, but Rosa is my friend but what you did to her two nights ago it unacceptable. She's really hurt and it's entirely your fault." The larger blonde told Michelle off, stabbing her finger into her every now and then.
Michelle placed her hand on her hip and released an amused chuckle. "Why does everyone keep sticking up for Rosa? How is what I've done any different to, hm, let's say when I had my match with Beth and she pinned my hands behind my back when she gave me that glam-slam, so that I had no way to cover my face all because she was pissed off that I was receiving a push. I had a severely broken nose but I didn't get my friends to go around and have a go at her. I sucked it up; you want to know why, Neidhart?" Michelle spat at the blonde.
How dare she come up to her and play the blame game. "It's because I'm a real competitor. Much like yourself, or, at least that's what I originally thought. Suddenly, I'm having second thoughts." The Florida native hissed. Michelle was bluffing. She knew Natalya was one hell of a competitor, but she was sick of everyone trying to make her feel guilty about being a little rough with Rosa. What about the fact that she just had her heart torn out of her chest and ripped into a million pieces? Why isn't anyone sticking up for her?
"Oh, cut the crap Michelle. You deserved what Beth did to you. It hardly seems fair that as soon as you and Taker get serious that you suddenly reach the history books. First ever divas champion, first ever diva to hold the women's championship and divas championship, etc, etc. Ring a bell, Michelle? Do you really think that if you weren't hanging off Mark's arm that you would have all these accomplishments?"
Michelle's mouth almost dropped to the floor. Sure, those kinds of comments weren't exactly unfamiliar to Michelle, but she had never heard them from fellow colleagues. They saw how hard she worked. Every day she was at the gym training and in the ring perfecting her technique. What's even worse is that Natalya was often someone who praised Michelle for this, and being such a huge admirer of her family, Michelle was honoured. But now? How dare Natalya.
"Well if it isn't the pot calling the kettle black." Michelle laughed as she shook her head pettily at the blonde. "Little miss 'the only reason I'm in the WWE is because my of family.' Do you really think that you'd be in the WWE if you weren't a Neidhart?" Michelle laughed even louder as she studied the blonde. Natalya's face dropped and she folded her arms over her chest.
"You shouldn't be lecturing me on prejudice, Nattie. Let's be honest, sure you spent some time on the indies and you can handle yourself in the ring, but the only reason Vince was interested in you was because A. You're a third-generation diva, the first ever. And B. Because you're a part of the Hart family. So why don't you go take a look in the mirror before you start pointing the finger and making assumptions that you obviously know nothing about." Michelle warned the blonde in a sharp tone, getting right up into her face.
"How dare you. At least I wasn't being unsafe in that ring. We all heard you and Mark fighting in the locker room." Natalya shouted in Michelle face, catching the attention of fellow wrestlers in the gym – three of them, being Randy, Cody and Ted lifting weights, their eyes not faulting for the scene before them. "What, did Mark realized that he married a whore and decided to divorce? And you figured without Mark around, no more titles for you." Natalya mocked shrugging her shoulder innocently at her final remark.
"You hypocritical, bitch. You know nothing about what went down between Mark and I." Michelle hissed as she shoved the blonde roughly.
"Don't touch me, whore!" Natalya shouted as she shoved the blonde harder. It didn't take Michelle long to retaliate and before anyone knew it, Michelle was on Natalya's ass like white on rice. Michelle threw a few punches to Natalya before shoving the back of her head into the hard gym ground. But the third-generation diva wouldn't give up without a fight. Despite the sharp pain in the back of her head, Natalya shoved the blonde off of her and threw her against a nearby wall.
Michelle winced in pain at the vicious bump. Randy couldn't bear to watch anymore, so he quickly jumped to his feet, but before he control Michelle, she gave Natalya a cold hard slap and threw her boot into the divas mid and kicked her once more in the shoulder and watched as she fell to the ground.
Michelle's face was red and she was breathing heavily. Randy sprinted over to the out-of-control blonde and pushed her back. Michelle tried to fight the clearly stronger man, but it was no use. Randy got behind the blonde and held her back, his arms wrapped around the front of her body tightly. "Come on Michelle, just let it to. She's not worth it." Randy told the blonde closely in her ear.
Michelle continued to fight before she broke out into tears again and eventually fell to the ground. Randy still wrapped around Michelle fell down with her, only more gracefully. "I can't do this anymore Randy. I'm sick of pretending that I'm okay, when I'm not! I'm never going to be okay!" Michelle sobbed into his chest again as she cried into his chest. Randy nodded and soothed her softly like last night as he watched Tyson Kidd and a few of Natalya's friends calm her down and take her out of the gym.
"Orton! Open this fucking door right now!" A deep voice hissed. Randy was lacing up his boots when he heard the voice from behind the door. Frowning, Randy stood up on his feet and walked towards the door and opened it. Randy was beyond surprised to see a pissed off Mark standing there.
"What do you want, Mark?" Randy spat as he folded his arms over his chest. Mark was more than surprised by Randy's tone.
"Excuse me, boy?" Mark scowled at the younger man. He was Mark Callaway, Superstars literally made a path for him to walk through; Randy being one of them. What suddenly made him think he could suddenly treat Mark any different?
"Don't 'boy' me, Mark. I'm a grown man, no some rookie looking to suck up to you. So don't treat me like some child. And certainly don't come knocking on my door while I'm warming up – shouting nonetheless; which, by the way, what is so important that it couldn't have waited until after my match?" Randy gave a heavy huff as he leaned against the door frame.
Mark looked like he had seen a ghost. "Watch your tone, Orton. Are you forgetting who I am? I demand respect Orton, and I'm not going to let a punk like you speaking to me that way!" Mark stepped closer Randy, a scowl relaxed on his features.
"I use to have respect for you Mark, believe me. I use to worship the ground you walked on." Randy calmly explained.
"Well, What the fuck happened?"
"You began thinking with your dick and not your head. You think I don't know about what you did to Michelle? You're pathetic. When you cheated on your wife, that was when I lost respect for you, Mark." Randy hissed in Mark's face as he clenched his jaw.
"It's funny you mention her, because that's who I was coming to talk to you about." Mark explained to the younger man. "You see, I saw what happened in the gym between you and Michelle." Mark continued as he gave Randy a dirty look. "She's my wife. And if I'm not mistaken, you have you own!" The older man raised his voice slightly.
"First of, you don't deserve Michelle, and if I know anything, I highly doubt she'll be your wife for much longer after what you did to her. And secondly, I'm well aware of my marriage. And for your information, Sam and I are happily married." Randy told Mark as he stepped closer, so that they were face-to-face, only a few inches in between. "So don't you dare come around here and make such outrageous assumptions about my marriage." Randy spat the older man before shoving past him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a match to win."
With that said the younger man walked away, not looking back at the figure that held his cold gaze.
Michelle has a brutal run in with Natalya? While Randy has a verbal run in with the dead man? Oh the drama indeed! Hope you are all enjoying it so far :)