"I am SO sorry, you guys," I apologized backstage in a locker room full of divas; Candice Michelle, Ashley, Mickey James and Maria, "I..I didn't think that Edge was going to come back to RAW.
I could almost feel every person in the building hating me for bringing Edge back. I felt so completly horrible.
"It's alright, Natalie," Maria said, rubbing my back.
"Yeah," Agreed Candice.
"Even if we knew he was coming back if you won, we wouldn't want you to give the match," Ashley said. I felt so much better when Ashley said.
"You know what?" I said, "I'm going to apologize to the fans who have to watch Copeland's sorry ass every week."
Outside of the locker room was Williams and Bates.
"My uncle called," I lied, "He says you guys can take the night off."
They looked to each other and left with out saying another word. I pushed through the backstage crowd and made it to the ramp.
My music hit, and I grabbed a microphone and got into the ring.
"I know, I know," I said, "You guys have already seen me tonight. But, I came to apologize."
"Apologize?" Jerry "The King" Lawler asked from his announcment table.
"Yes, King," I said, leaning on the ropes and facing him, "I came to apologize for this draft pick. I know all of you hate Edge."
The crowd roared their approval, much to my laughter.
"Don't lie, J.R and King. You know you all hate him, too."
"Hey! There's nothing you can say! Nothing that's gonna change what you've done to me!" I had my back to the ramp, but I knew who it was.
I sighed heavily and waited a moment before turning around. Orton was in the ring, five feet across from me.
I burst out with laughter at the sight of his face. It was bruised on practically the whole right side badly. Purple and black. I wanted to know what my uncle had done to him, but I could just get the tape later.
"You know, Orton," I began, "You got something right there."
I pointed to the five inch bruise on the side of his face. He slapped my hand away and yanked the microphone from my hands, "Your uncle ruined my chances to wrestle for the next, like, month!"
I grabbed another microphone, "Then next time you want to hit a girl, don't pick one who has family in the buisness."
I dropped the mic and made a move to get past him, but he grabbed my arm. I shoved him off of me, and the force pushed me back.
Music hit, making me throw my arms up in the air in an, "Of course it's him" Kind of way.
John Cena slid into the ring and got inbetween Orton and I, with his back to me. Orton, looking mad, left without a word.
"What the hell, Cena?" I demanded once we got backstage.
"What?" He jeered, "Me? Saving your ass, again?"
"Oh, shove it up your ass," I snapped, "I didn't need your help."
"It sure looked like you did. Was it me, or was Orton NOT going to give you a cuncussion like he did to Micheals and RVD?"
Out of cocky awnsers, I shut up. Cena smirked.
"I hate you!" I yelled.
"Your uncle is going to LOVE to hear about this."
"You wouldn't," I hissed.
"I would and I will. He's going to find out about it by the end of the night anyways."
"You are so...infuriating!" I said.
"Ooo, " Cena said, "You used a big word. Impressing."
"Is there a problem here?" Shane McMahon asked, approaching.
"Cena's IQ," I shot, glaring at Cena.
"Your breast size," Cena shot back.
"Enough, you two," The younger McMahon scolded, "You two will work together in a match next monday against Edge and Jillian Hall."
"What?" I said, following him as he walked away, "I- I can't work with that man!"
"Copeland?"
"Cena!"
"Why?"
"You know, I AM right here?" Cena said.
"The man is so INFURIATING!" I said.
