Hello, lovely readers!

Only a few days until Wrestlemania! Not long now. Being from England I have to stay up usually till stupid o'clock to watch it. But I'm really excited for it. Hope you all are too. Me and my boyfriend usually stock up on snacks and energy drinks and make a night of it. It's fun. Also, don't forget to let me know if you want a Dean story or a Roman story next.

Cassiel W – Haha! Bless ya! I definitely don't think Seth is going to be happy with the Randy interview

Guest – Thank you

Raquel the writer – Maybe. But after Seth turned on The Shield, you can't blame him for being like this

Nimalim – Thank you so much!

LeaMarie F Metallium – Ooh, glad you are enjoying it. And welcome to the story!

Haha95 – Thank you, lovely!

Bajor10 – I love Orton. He usually shows up in all my stories in some capacity lol. I have plans when it comes to Randy already

Rkosgirl1 – I plan to have Randy as a good guy in this story. But I think once Seth knows she's talking to him, the tension will soon return

WWETNAGirl – We knew Dean was going to find out at some point. And I agree, interviewing Randy will definitely piss Seth off. He won't be happy.

Jazzy7 – Don't you worry, I have smut planned for later on in this story lol. Randy won't be an asshole in this story. He'll be a good guy, someone Lydia will get on with

Tantoune – Well if Seth is being an idiot, I had to make Randy charming lol. And thank you for your vote.

Beautifultragedyxxx – Aww thank you. If you like tension then this is the story for you!

Ambrose-Kohli-Girl – Angry Dean is a bit mean but I think its definitely the circumstances.

This chapter is named after 'Closer' by Kings Of Leon.


Lydia Ambrose's Point Of View

I was made to go back to the hotel that night with only Roman for company. After the show Dean chose to leave with Renee which meant I had no choice but to grab a ride with Roman. My cousin still hadn't spoken to me and was still clearly pissed off over the Seth situation so I couldn't avoid the apprehension that filled me when Roman parked the car at the hotel and we made our way up to our respective rooms.

I hated confrontation and arguments, and I absolutely hated how I'd made my cousin feel so I knew I had no choice but to speak to him right away to fix things. He'd had plenty of time to get his head around what happened throughout the night and I knew the longer I left it the worse it would be. I needed to get this issue sorted and sorted fast.

I didn't want him being mad at me, especially over something as silly and trivial as Seth dickhead Rollins. I was never someone to go to sleep on an argument so as soon as Roman bid me goodnight and went to his room, I headed right down the corridor to where Dean was staying.

I knocked and after a short moment Renee answered. She had a sweet and sympathetic smile on her face.

"Hi, how are you?" she asked me quietly.

"I've been better," I answered. "Is he in? I kinda want to talk to him."

"Yeah, he's in," she told me. "But he's a bit sensitive so try to be gentle."

"I will," I said.

"I need to go to reception to sort out some extra pillows so I'll leave you both to it."

She bid me farewell and quietly left me to it. I entered the room and slowly shut the door behind me. I walked in, soon spotting Dean sitting on the bed, watching some mindless TV show. He looked up at me once he heard me enter, quickly returning his gaze back to the TV screen.

"Hey," he greeted me simply.

"Hi," I said timidly, cautiously taking a seat on the bed, leaving plenty room between us. "H-How are you?"

"Not bad," he asked. "My wrist hurts from my match tonight but it's nothing a good night's rest can't fix."

"That's good," I nodded. "I've been worried about you tonight."

"And why's that?" he asked, his eyes still watching the television.

"Do I have to say it out loud?" I asked him.

"Well you were stupid enough to do it so you should be brave enough to say it," he said.

I let out a nervous sigh. "Fine. I've been worried over the whole Seth situation and the fact I met him for dinner without telling you."

"Seth Rollins, Lydia?" he asked me, finally looking at me. "Really? You had literally anybody in this company to speak to and you chose him?"

"I didn't mean to hurt or upset you by doing this," I assured him.

"But you had to know this was going to get back to me eventually. People at work talk, so the news would have reached me at some point. So why do it? What did you think was going to happen?"

"I… I don't know," I said, hanging my head in guilt and shame. "I just... I didn't… I didn't mean it."

He ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I'm not mad at you. I'm just a little disappointed. You know what he did to us, you know how I feel about him."

"I know, and that's why I did it," I explained. "The interview was just an alibi and a handy by-product. I did it to get answers, to find out why he did what he did and to learn the truth."

He shook his head sadly. "Lydia, you'll never get the truth. You may get some form of truth but never the whole story. He's not worth the effort and he's not worth chasing after. He'd a sick piece of scum who doesn't deserve our time."

"He said he did it to rise to the top," I explained. "To get a good reputation. He used you to get where he needed to."

"This is stuff I already know, Lydia," he said. "And I appreciate you trying to get the full story, but it's never going to happen. The best thing you can do is just leave him the fuck alone."

I nodded, feeling like total crap, like a total fool. Dean knew it all anyway, so it had all really been for nothing. We were still no closer to the truth and all I'd done by talking to him was upset my cousin and bring up all the bad memories and feelings he'd had before. I felt like such an idiot.

"I know. I'm so sorry, Dean."

I sniffed my nose, willing any tears away. Seeing my sadness, Dean quickly embraced me in a hug, rubbing my back to ease me.

"I know you are," he assured me. "And I know you didn't do it on purpose. Just be careful in the future, okay? It took me two years to realise Rollins was trouble. I don't want you to go through the same thing. It's best to stay away."

"I will, I swear," I said, finally breaking away from the hug. "I don't think he'd want to speak to me again anyway."

"Why's that?" Dean asked.

"I upset him so much at dinner that I made him walk out of the restaurant in a rage."

Dean could not help the smirk of amusement that graced his lips. "You did?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I think my questions were a little too personal and a little too much for him to handle. He got up and left in a huff, but not before he paid for dinner first."

"So you pissed off Seth and got a free meal out of him?" he asked me and I nodded. "This is why you're awesome."

We both laughed, a huge weight off my shoulders. It had been an awkward night by all accounts but I'd now fixed the biggest issue I had. Dean seemed to have forgiven me and we were friends again. That was all I could ask for really.

xXx

I dropped Randy a message the next morning, the both of us agreeing to conduct an interview before the Smackdown taping that night. Randy Orton was a busy man with a lot on, so the only free slot he had in his day was just before the show. So we agreed to meet in his locker room for a quick chat before he had to get ready.

After the problems I'd encountered with Dean after the Seth situation, I decided to make my cousin aware of anyone and everyone I had decided to interview. I wanted no secrets and I had nothing to hide. So I told him that Randy was next on my list.

Thankfully he approved, saying he liked Randy and that he was a good guy, especially since he'd decided to distance himself from The Authority. He had redeemed himself with the fans and everyone in the back and was definitely a good guy now, one Dean had no issue with me talking to. To be honest, my cousin was happy for me to speak to anyone but him.

So once we arrived at the arena that night, Dean had no issue with letting me go to talk to the guy. I quickly bid him goodbye and made my way to Randy's locker room. He answered after my second knock.

"Lydia, hi," he smiled, greeting me warmly.

I bit my lip as I looked at Randy. He was wearing a Randy Orton t-shirt and a tight pair of dark blue jeans, black boots on his feet. He'd clearly just arrived at the arena himself and looked all sorts of hot. I'd promised myself that I wouldn't fan-girl this time like I had last night, but seeing him here so casual and gorgeous, all of that went out of the window. Lord knows how I'd get through this interview.

"Hello," I said as he let me into the locker room. "Thanks for meeting with me. I know you're busy so I really appreciate it."

I took a seat on one of the benches, Randy quickly doing the same, and I pulled my trusty notebook and pen from my bag. I knew we were short on time as the Smackdown taping would not delay itself just for us, so I wanted to get in as much as possible as quickly as possible. I wasn't hanging around.

"Of course," he grinned. "I'm very happy to help."

"I know you need to warm up for the taping tonight so I won't keep you long," I said, flicking to a blank page.

"Take as long as you need, Lydia," he said. "I'm happy to speak for as long as you want to."

I nodded and smiled even though I knew he was saying it to be polite. Randy had a show to get ready for and I didn't want to detain him for any longer than I already was. So once I'd reached a blank page in my notebook, I poised my pen and began to ask him my questions.

"So tell me when you first realised you wanted to be wrestler," I said.

"I can't exactly pinpoint it," he began. "But I was quite young. I come from a wrestling family, my father was a wrestler and his father before him. So I've grown up in it and I've always been surrounded by it."

"A third generation wrestler," I commented. "That must be a lot to live up to."

"At first it was," he said thoughtfully. "They'd both accomplished so much in their careers that I knew I'd always be in their shadow and everything that I did would be compared to what they did. But I've had a colourful and very illustrious career where I have achieved so much. I've gone above and beyond what anyone thought so I think I've done rather well."

"I think that too, I commented.

"You do?" he asked curiously.

"Oh, yes," I nodded. "I've watched you for years. You have always been one of my favourites."

"One of your favourites?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. "I'll remember that."

My cheeks began to tinge bright red so I quickly looked down at my notebook, my hand furiously writing down everything he had said, hoping the heat in my face would die down soon and not embarrass me any longer. Randy was an observant man, he had to notice.

"So you were the one to finally unite the WWE Championship and the World Heavyweight Championship. That must have been quite an accomplishment for you," I said, swiftly moving the conversation on.

"Yeah, that felt pretty special," he smiled. "To hold both belts in my hand was the best feeling in the world. And to beat Cena to do it felt even better."

"Yeah, it was pretty awesome," I said as my hand wrote everything down.

"You watched it?"

"Of course."

He rested back and folded his arms. "Who were you cheering for that night?"

Dean and The Shield had had a match that night so I remembered watching the main title match too. And it was pretty obvious who I'd supported.

"I supported one of my favourites," I said, biting my lip, finding myself actually flirting with the man.

He smirked happily. "Good to know…"

Our interview continued on for over an hour with me asking him every question I could manage. Unlike I had with Seth, I tried not to pry and go into anything personal with Randy. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable and this article was purely about WWE and nothing else. I wanted to remain professional and I feel I did just that.

That being said, the interview was extremely interesting. We spoke about his other championships, his rivalries, the factions he had joined and how it felt to now be one of the veterans of the company. Randy gave me useful and detailed answers, my hand writing down as much as I could until the point where it hurt. I had pages and pages of notes, so I knew my project would be good and filled with plenty content.

Knowing time was not on our side, I slowly brought the interview to a close and began to pack my things away in order for Randy to finally begin getting ready for Smackdown.

"Thank you so much for all of this," I said as I unzipped my bag and slipped the notebook inside.

"It was my pleasure," he said. "I enjoyed it. It was nice having something informal and casual rather than the normal formal interviews I'm used to."

"Well it was very useful. I have plenty of notes to write up and lots to put into my article."

With everything put away, I closed up my bag.

"So, uh, are you going to the Charity Gala on Friday?" he asked me, casually changing the subject.

"Oh, yeah, I am," I said, placing a rogue piece of hair behind my ear. "I'm quite looking forward to it actually."

"I hope to see you there," he smiled. "Maybe we can have a dance if you aren't too busy."

I looked up at him, blinking. "You… want to dance with me?"

"Only if you'd like-"

"I'd love to," I said, quickly cutting him off.

Of course I wanted to dance with him! This was fucking Randy Orton. Who wouldn't want to dance with him?

"Really? Great," he grinned widely. "I look forward to seeing you there then."

"Okay," I smiled, placing my bag strap over my shoulder. "See you Friday. I hope you have a good show tonight."

We said our goodbyes and I left the locker room, unable to wipe the goofy grin off my face. Not only had I had a fantastic interview with Randy, one where I had gathered more information than I'd ever need and had a little flirt, but I'd also been asked by him for a dance on Friday at the Charity Gala. Considering how shit I felt last night, tonight could not have left me feeling more different…

That was until a very unwelcome sight greeted my eyes.

"Someone looks happy," said Seth Rollins as he walked towards me.

Eugh… Great! Him again? Does it really have to be him again?

"You are one of the prime examples of why restraining orders are a thing," I said, my good mood gone in an instant.

"Who's put that little smile on your face?" he asked, gesturing to whoever lay beyond the locker room door.

"None of your business," I said in annoyance. "And after the fucking stunt you pulled last night, I can safely say this conversation is over. Leave me alone."

I went to walk away but Seth stood in my way.

"Don't tell me you're still mad over that," he said. "All I did was tell the truth."

"Yeah, you told the truth knowing it would piss Dean off and get me into a hell of a lot of trouble. You knew exactly what you were doing by mentioning it."

"Well if you knew meeting me was such an issue then you shouldn't have done it," he shrugged.

I looked at him with narrowed eyes, my anger building. "You are one snarky mother-fucker. You knew that interview was supposed to be kept hush-hush and yet you still told him. It was a fucking waste of my time and effort because after what you did, I won't be using your interview. The one I just did with Randy was far better anyway and-"

His face suddenly went stern, his smug and teasing look instantly gone. "Orton? Really?"

Shit.

I'd given the game away when I really hadn't wanted to. Now he knew that Randy was the one I'd spoken to. But I'd made my bed and I now had to lie in it. Besides, what I was saying was true. My interview with Randy had been fantastic and I'd left with a huge smile rather than a huge chip on my shoulder like I had with Seth.

"Yes," I nodded. "It was far more interesting than yours was and he had a hell of a lot more to talk about. He's done more than you, he's more accomplished than you, and believe me, he's a much nicer guy than you too."

He couldn't help the little snigger that left his mouth.

"He's nice? That's the best he's got? Does anyone seriously want to hear or read about someone who's just nice? Someone with a bit more personality is far more interesting. Someone with charm, charisma, magnetism."

"At least he has a decent personality unlike other people I know," I scoffed.

He smirked down at me. "You're very feisty, aren't you?"

"Not normally," I said irritably. "Only when I get very annoyed and extremely frustrated."

He looked me up and down, his eyes scanning me so closely that I began to feel uncomfortable, bare, almost naked in front of him. Finally his eyes focused on my face, that shit-eating grin refusing to leave his lips, and I found I had nothing to say.

The atmosphere slowly changed, the mood becoming less argumentative and more like Seth had taken charge. The air shifted, the feeling between us becoming tense and on edge as he carefully spoke.

"Maybe it's just me who brings it out in you then," he suggested, taking a step towards me. "Maybe I'm the only one who gets this reaction out of you."

"W-What reaction?" I stammered, swallowing nervously, his eyes darkening a little. His tone had changed, his demeanour had altered and the way he held his body made him seem a lot taller and far more intimidating. I suddenly didn't feel so brave anymore, and I had no argument left in me.

"The one where you get so angry that your cheeks turn pink and your eyes are on fire with emotion. The one where you sound so passionate about everything you say and mean. Maybe there's something else hiding behind all that hatred. Orton may be nice, but I can tell you're a girl who doesn't want just nice."

My heart pounded in my chest, my mouth dry under his stare. He was right in front of me now, our chests almost touching. I could feel his warm breath against the skin of my face. He smelt like mint and cologne. It was a heady mix and I didn't exactly hate it. I refused to look at him, my eyes looking directly at his broad, t-shirt covered chest in front of me. I could feel his gaze burning a hole through my skin.

"You don't know what I want."

"You want fire. Passion. Allurement. Excitement… Lust."

With a trembling breath I finally looked up at him, my brown eyes meeting his, his stare deep and intense, the sort of stare I couldn't drag my eyes from. A heavy and tense silence enveloped us, the type where it felt as if we were the only two people in the room. Chills ran down my spine, a shameless smirk adorned his lips as he carefully lifted his hand and ran the back of it against my flushed cheeks.

I took a sharp intake of breath at feel of his hand against my skin and I closed my eyes, not opposed to his light and soft touch. It felt nice, his hand warmer than I expected. I bit my lip and leaned into his hand, his closeness making it somewhat hard to think…

And that's when I snapped out of it.

My eyes shot open and I quickly batted his hand away, taking a step away as I looked up at him in disgust.

"Fuck off, Seth," I said. "Don't flatter yourself."

He smirked again. "Yeah… it's definitely only me that gets that reaction."

I could hear him chuckling behind me as I walked away, his words echoing in my mind. He was a smug little prick who had brought my guard down for a few moments. But I wouldn't let it happen again. I refused to.

There was no way in hell I was going to let Seth Rollins get the better of me.


Again, a huge thanks to Cassiel W, Guest, Raquel the writer, nimalim, LeaMarie F Metallium, haha95, Bajor10, rkosgirl1, WWETNAGirl, jazzy7, Tantoune, beautifultragedyxxx and ambrose-kohli-girl for their reviews.