Chapter 6: Inside Out Part 1/3
Disclaimer: As much as I may want too, I do not own any material related to the WWE. I only own the created character Megg Summers.
Authors Note: First I have three thanks that need to be acknowledged.
I owe a massive thank you too both Opaque-daydream and x Find. The. Enigma. Within x (There are no spaces between the periods or xs) You both have encouraged me to really keep this story going. I love reading your reviews and hearing your feed back on my story. It always brings a smile to my face to know how much you really like it :] So, thank both you so much for your support.
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With that being said, this chapter is dedicated to all of you :]
Authors Note Part 2: I apologize on being late with posting! But I was having a batch of writers block, so I apologize if this chapter isn't up to par. As always, any reviews will be acknowledged and credited at the beginning or end of each chapter.
So just to keep any confusion from happening, I'm going to start this chapter where Randy and Megg had just arrived at the arena for Summerslam. The time frame is still the same as Chapter 5, it's just later at night. :]
The coolness of the leather couched seeping through my jeans against my skin as I finally had a moment to myself to sit back and relax. Pay-per-views were always hectic, especially when it came to being a champion. I never realized how much more effort that a hair and make-up artist put in to making sure that I was looking flawless until I had the title in my hands. Every single strand of my hair was flat ironed perfectly, and every strand was curved just the slightest bit at the end to frame my face. My jeans were pressed without a single wrinkle, my belt didn't have a single crease, my black healed boots were so brand new that they even shined at the toe, and my top was a top of the line blank tank-top that hugged my hips and pressed my breasts up. Then came the jewelery: White diamond earrings, two silver bangles, and a silver cross that had a single white diamond in the middle. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful for the VIP treatment, it was more of the fact I had to run to three sides of the arena in 3 inch heels on hard floors. Being a WWE Diva was a pain, literally.
I sighed with contentment as I curled my feet up, resting them on the arm of the couch, my head against the other. This is what I had been craving for the past hour, silence and peace. I allowed my eyes to slowly close, as I began to cherish the only moment of silence I would be able to have until I would get back to my hotel. I hated pay-per-views, they were miserable and consumed way to much time.
I heard a clicking, telling me that someone had just walked in to my locker room, but in all honesty, I was to comfortable to really care. I wanted to get as much R&R that I could before I had to stand up and go to an interview with Randy, an on screen confrontation, and then down to his match where I would have to stand at ring side the entire time. These heals were killing me as it was, and I only had them on for an hour. I may be a diva, and wearing heals may be my job, but these ones were torturous.
"You awake?" I heard the deep rumbling of Randy's voice question close to my ear. A small smile tugged at my lips as I opened my eyes, only to find them staring back at his. Randy was kneeling behind the arm of the couch, his hands resting on either side of my head as he gazed down at me.
"Sadly." I responded with a tiny laugh as I sat up, motioning for him to take his seat beside me. He was already dressed in his wrestling attire, trunks and all, and it nearly took all my effort not to persuade him in to leaving and head back to the hotel.
With a hushed laugh Randy nodded, standing from his position, and with a few small strides he was sitting beside me. "What's wrong?" He questioned with simplicity, draping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his chest with nearly no effort at all, and rested his head on top of mine, pressing a kiss to the top of my head affectionately. It was these moments with Randy that I found myself treasuring deeply within my heart. He was so cold to everyone around him, but when it came to me, it seemed as if he was a different person, one that I found myself blessed to be able to be with.
"I...it's nothing." I spoke softly as I nuzzled my head to his chest, resting my cheek against the soft material of his shirt and breathing in his scent. It was the same cinnamon I had found myself consumed by last night. I smiled just the slightest bit as I let it waver through my mind, relaxing me more than ever. "Where's the guys?" I asked, wondering when Ted and Cody would be ruining this moment, and making the Randy I had grown so fond of to reside back in the shell.
"I haven't seen them, but Cena's gonna be dropping by in a few minutes." And at the very end of his sentence the door had shoved open and I nearly winced at how much I hated to have someone else come in and ruin my time with Randy. "Or now." He spoke with a hushed growl rumbling throughout his chest. I didn't know if I was meant to hear it, but I found it comforting that he hated it as much as I did.
"If it isn't my favorite girl!" John called out with an amused tone as he took a seat in the chair across from us, a dimpled smiling decorating his face. "How ya doing man?" He questioned to Randy, his tone of voice changing to normal as he looked at Randy.
I slid my head up from Randy's chest, and I already felt myself missing the sound of his heart beating, but at least I still had the contact of him holding me. As soon as it was, I dreaded not feeling him near me, or having some sort of physical contact. Being near to him was the only thing I needed anymore.
A giant grin tugging at my lips as I tried not laugh at what I had happened between the two of them this morning. I regained my composure as I looked back at Randy, then to John once more, "Hey hon." I spoke with a knowing tone, it was obvious John was going to bring up the fact that a guy had answered my phone, and the fact that I never called him back.
Randy nodded his head, his face still and void from any emotion, and I wished I could see his eyes better, to see what was really going through him. I felt his hand tighten just the slightest bit against the skin of my bared shoulders, and a soft grin tugged at my lips as I leaned back more, relaxing my shoulders instantly, "Hey man," Randy spoke with ease, his voice wavering just the slightest bit with tempted anger.
"So..." John started with a cheesy grin as he looked to me, and I knew this was going to be the moment he confronted this morning. "I had an interesting conversation with the guy who answered your phone this morning. And all day I found myself wondering who was lucky enough to go to bed with you. Oh, and can I add that he yelled he was going headbutt my teeth through my skull. I think I quoted that right."
A smirk tugged at the corner of Randy's lips, one that I knew was a sign of danger. I saw that smirk whenever he was near Stephen, the one that showed the wheels were turning in his mind as he contemplated deeply what he as going to do and just how to strike. I was just praying it would be verbal, that his words would be calm. If Randy were to strike physically, I would have no way of stopping it, and one of them would have wound up seriously injured. "Finally have something to say boy?" Randy's voice was nearing on deadly and daring John to say something like this morning. I was beginning to wonder if this was the end of their friendship, and I was seriously considering that it was because of me. Randy saw John Cena as a threat.
"That was you! You and... No. That's not possible. You don't do relationships!" John was baffled and his voice was raised just by the slightest pitch, his eyes sparking in awe and his head tilted just the slightest bit. I watched as his blue eyes scanned over Randy and I, taking in how his arm was rested on my shoulders, my head resting against it as I leaned my body close to his. Then, finally, realization smacked John in the face. "No way man. You and Megg?" John was in complete, utter shock. He was always one to tell me that hell would have to freeze over before Randy would get involved with a diva or a serious relationship. But if that was true, then hell had frozen over and I was the cause.
"Do you have a problem, Cena?" The challenge was just thrown on to the table as Randy glanced to John, his blue eyes flashing with knowing and rage. I wanted to know where this was all coming from. Randy knew just exactly how close John was to me, and how flirty he was with me. It was how he had always treated me. Our friendship was purely platonic, and I could never in my life picture myself dating John. We was to much of a brother to me. It would be way to awkward. I swallowed quietly as I felt Randy's muscles begin to flex along my bared shoulder, sending a chill through my spine. This is such horrible timing. I glanced to his face, hoping to see just how furious he was, and all I could see was glazed over eyes and his jaw ticking as he anticipated John's next move.
"John, maybe you should go. We have a full schedule, and I need to get Randy to his interview." I needed some sort of legitimate excuse to get John out of this room and out of Randy's target zone before something really bad could happen. I looked between the two, noticing the death glare radiating in Randy's eyes, and the daring challenge that was sparking in John's. If these two had any bigger egos I would suffocate. I stood up from the couch quickly, my hands shaking slightly with nervousness as I grabbed on to John's arm, dragging him towards the door. I couldn't fathom how Randy had turned so quickly on his best friend, and I didn't understand in the slightest how John was letting him. They knew each other before me, they should be on each others sides.
John nodded, his brows furrowed as his blue eyes looked to mine with a look that showed exactly what he wanted to say, 'what the hell?' It was going to be more than difficult for John to accept that fact that I was dating the one man that everyone feared. And knowing my best friend, he would probably fear for my sanity or my safety. But I knew I was fine, it was just more of him accepting that fact. I looked at John as I now had him standing on the other side of the cold door, knowing that it was at least some form of barrier between him and Randy. "Don't worry. I'll text you later and explain everything." I spoke with a rushed apologetic sound in my voice.
With a sigh, I closed the door, resting my forehead against the cold as I tried to calm my speeding heart, and my mind. This was going to be about a billion times more difficult than it should be. Randy and John were suppose to be getting along, they were friends. Instead I had to deal with Randy wanting to kick John's head in for being his typical flirty self. Oh, this is going to be fun. I ran my hand through my hair as I turned around, my head still resting against the door as I tried to relax. The last thing I had wanted to do was destroy their friendship, and I think that is exactly what I had just accomplished. Guilt was starting to overpower my system. I didn't want to bet thrown in the middle of this. I didn't want to be forced to choose between Randy or John, because I knew exactly who it would be, and I hated myself just the smallest bit for it. I would chose Randy. Randy is all I had ever wanted. He's my guy.
I felt Randy's arms encircling my waist, tugging me close to his chest with ease, his head nuzzled down against my shoulder. Yes, this is exactly all I wanted. I smiled slightly, slipping my hands up his tattooed forearms, feeling the warmth of his skin radiating on to the palms of my hands, and finally I reached his mass biceps, feeling all the power they held flexing against my tiny hands. I nuzzled my head against his chest, my cheek once again brushing the soft material of his dark shirt. I felt like I was at home, I felt like this is where I actually belonged in my life. Being in his arms gave a whole knew meaning to the phrase 'home is where the heart is.' My heart was with him, and wherever he was, that is where I would be at home. If I had the choice between a million dollar mansion or a ranch with Randy, I would take that ranch. I was safe with home, I actually felt, and I was happy. Being with Randy is what was right.
"You're mine." He whispered in his alluring, gruff tone, his nose sliding up the length of my neck, sending sparks of heat and cold chills down my side. That had sent my heart beating rapidly in over drive. I never thought I'd here the words slip from his lips, I didn't think he had that much will power to really let his feelings show. But this, this was as close to his feelings I would probably ever able to get. For now. It was soon in our relationship, and he was attempting to show just how much he wanted this to work through his actions, through his different facade. Randy was a hands on guy, he didn't do well with words that were deep with care and love, he wasn't use to be with someone, and I understood that. But those words, they would do just fine.I knew what he was trying to elaborate on, what he was trying to say. I accepted that this was his way of a relationship, after all, I knew what I was getting myself in to at the very beginning of it all.
"I know." I mumbled against his chest, my hands squeezing his biceps as I tried so hard not to let all this go to my head too much, "I only want to be yours." I finished contently, a knowing and warm smile was tugging at the corners of glossy lips. I turned my head, allowing my forehead to rest against his chest as I placed tender kisses to his chest, right where his heart would be located. I never thought that I would be so accepting of this relationship when it first started. It was about twenty times more physical than I was use too, and things were rushed, even feelings. But in all honesty I was loving every single second of it. Being with Randy was intense, it made me feel more alive than I had ever felt, and that was what made everything with him more right. I knew in my soul that I was his, and that was something I never wanted to change.
Randy ran his large hands up my sides, leaving a trail of unbidden desire coursing through my veins as I titled my head upward slightly, finding myself making eye contact with him. His movements were so swift, he could easily do something before I knew it really happened, but I never minded, it only added to his element. I smiled slightly as he trailed his hand along my cheek, caressing my skin with his hand. I was trying to read his eyes, and I couldn't really decipher what was going through them. They were glazed over just the slightest bit, causing me to wonder if he was in some sort of mental battle.
He halted my thoughts, pressing his lips to mine roughly, a kiss that seemed to radiate just how much I really did belong to him. His hands gripped tightly at my hips, digging his fingers deep in to my flesh, his torso was so close against my much smaller one that it would have been impossible to even slide a piece of paper between us. My hands were grasping at his biceps, attempting to keep my body up from the floor from the weakness that was radiating in my legs. This was the deepest kiss we ever shared. There was no tongue, no needing or lust was being poured out. This was different, this was a kiss that showed how badly he wanted me to be his, and I felt my heart fly. Most girls, they would hate to be treated as if they were property, they wanted to be able to say they were with someone but had their freedom. Not me, not with Randy. I wanted to belong to him, to be claimed, and for it to be known world wide.
Slowly Randy pulled his lips from mine, and I was already missing the contact of his lips on mine. I felt his thumbs tracing slow the form of my cheekbones, his eyes baring straight through my darker ones as I glanced back up at him. I wanted to know what he was thinking, what he saw when he looked in to my eyes, but I knew it would be to much for him to bare, and I let it stay that way. I wasn't going to deny that I didn't love wondering what he thought, what he saw, it was just a part of him that drew me in. Randy was a pure mystery to me. All the layers he possessed; the cold hard ass, the mellow guy I met, and then the one that I loved the most, the sweetheart that appeared when we were alone. I admired and cherished every layer of him that I was able to witness, and I could only wonder what other parts to him I've yet to discover.
"We should go." He exclaimed softly as he looked over my head at the plain clock that hung on the bare white walls. I knew he was right, but I couldn't help but want to stay locked in the room with him, spending the time alone together that I knew I was rarely get tonight. Everything was a 1, 2, 3. We had to go from the interview, straight in to the confrontation, straight to his match. It was nice that they had planned everything in a row, but I had craved for the break in between to be able to spend just a little more time with him. We hadn't really had the chance to talk since...Since I...since we had sex.
I nodded my head, a tendered pout pulling at my lips as I kept my hands rested on his arms. I didn't want to let go. It was childish, but I couldn't help it. For once I wanted to be selfish and keep him here with me. I needed the contact, to feel the heat of his body pressed to mine as he held me. "You're right." I spoke solemnly, and nearly whimpered as he let go of my body, his harder facade taking over, and his face becoming void of any emotion but determination.
There really was no way to end this chapter. And it would end up being way to confusing if I were to place it all in one. That, and it would be way to long. So look for part 2 tomorrow to find out what exactly happens during the interview, confrontation, match. Believe me, you do not want to miss out!
Part 2 Preview!
"Oh my god! He did it! He actually did it!" The voice of "The King" yelled in to the mic as I watched Randy's body collide with the turnbuckle, his left shoulder connecting in to the metal pole. Sheamus had just did his finisher. My heart had completely stopped in my chest.
I felt my feet carrying me over to his body in a hurry as it fell to the floor on the outside of ring. His hand was grasping at his skin as he writhed in pain. I fell to my knees, my hand running over his head as I tried to soothe him, calling for medics. "What has he done to the viper?" Jerry questioned in awe as he watched the scene unfold before him.
I felt two hands grasping at my arms, pulling me back as I tried to fight whoever it was that was trying to get me away from him. There wasn't a chance in hell that I wouldn't be by his side when he needed me the most. Refs, security, medics. I didn't care. I wasn't going to be moving.
"Get the hell away from her!" Randy's voice coursed out in a deep bellowing yell as he tried to raise himself from the floor and I felt my body connect with the ground...
Alright guys. That's all you get for now...Don't you just love cliffhangers?
