CHAPTER EIGHT
CAYLA
It had been an insane three weeks since their debut. Every show, the Authority tried to punish the Casey Twins for embarrassing them, and every time, the twins came out on top. They destroyed the heel Divas, building up to a battle against the Bellas at Sumerslam. Cayla could hardly believe they were preparing for their first pay-per-view. Not only was that huge, but it was the second biggest show of the year. That was an honor.
Big Show was playing his role well. Although Rollins and J&J Security tried to fight back against the twins, Show would do nothing more than pull Cayla or Corri off of whoever they attacked, then take the person and run. He kept gazing at Cayla, awestruck. His feelings for her were clear to the crowd.
Corri's storyline was a bit different. Most often, the twins interrupted matches where Show and Rollins were facing Reigns and Ambrose. Corri had kissed Reigns at the end of one of these matches and was now constantly on his arm, but the twins knew that angle wasn't finished yet.
Tonight, as Reigns and her sister took a moment to celebrate and showboat, Rollins tried to attack Cayla. For the first time, Show did more than make someone run away. He ripped Rollins off of Cayla and threw him across the ring and into a ringpost.
Colby sold his stunned reaction well, staring at Big Show in horror and confusion. As he did this, Show picked Cayla up and got her back onto her feet. Then he pulled her into a kiss.
Cayla wasn't attracted to men in the slightest, but she knew how to sell a kiss. The fans ate it up, screaming and cheering.
As they went backstage, Corri clung to Joe and Cayla held Show's enormous hand. Dean walked alone behind them. "So, how long till you turn heel again, Show?" Dean teased him once they were clear.
"Who knows?" Show asked.
"Come on, Dean," Corri said. "We have to film our backstage segment now." She led him away.
A minute later, Cayla was alone, Joe and Show having gone to get something to drink. Saraya popped up out of nowhere. "Should I be jealous?" Saraya asked with a laugh. "That kiss out there was kind of hot."
"Ugh, no way!" Cayla promised. "Man cooties aren't my thing."
"Good thing I have a cure for that." Saraya kissed her deeply, erasing all memory of Big Show's mouth.
Cayla relaxed against her. She knew they should be careful if she wanted her private life to remain private, but kissing Saraya made her happier than she'd been in ages.
"All better?" Saraya asked, breathless, as she pulled away.
"Almost," Cayla said. She pulled Saraya toward her once more and kissed her again. "There," she said afterward. "I'm definitely cured now."
CORRI
Corri had agreed to her storyline because it was awesome. She got to make out with an extremely sexy Samoan and get paid for it. Joe was a genuinely nice guy and had been nothing but a gentleman to her, but that made the storyline a little flat for Corri's taste. This next part would definitely spice it back up.
The cameras rolled backstage as Corri leaned against Dean suggestively. He started rambling about how Roman was his best friend, his brother. Corri shut him up with an extremely hot kiss. Dean pulled her against him as close as he could manage with clothing seperating them, then the cameras were turned off. They didn't break the kiss for a second, even as the crew walked away.
"Damn," Dean said. "You're one hell of an actress."
Corri shrugged. "You're fun to kiss," she said. "Well, I need to blow off some steam. Drunken karaoke time."
Dean looked like he was in love. "You like drunken karaoke?" He asked.
"Me and Cay live for it."
"Look me up on Youtube sometime. My CZW days provided tons of filmed moments to haunt me forever..." He hesitated and with uncharacteristic shyness, he asked, "Can I come along?"
Corri grinned. "Absolutely!" She'd only seen one video of Dean singing, back when he was Jon Moxley, and it had been an extremely drunk version of Sweet Caroline that was used as a promo for one of his more insane matches. She was excited to see the real version of it. How much had been an act? It was hard to tell in wrestling. From what she'd seen, there were definitely aspects of Moxley that were real. Dean was pretty crazy and really did have a thing for threatening people with forks. She found that irresistibly sexy. Corri had a thing for unstable bad boys.
There was a karaoke bar about three blocks way. Dean and Corri ordered drinks before relaxing and watching other people make fools out of themselves. Six or seven shots later, the two were laughing hard and having more fun than Corri had had in ages.
"These losers have no taste in music," Dean complained. "My turn."
He walked up to the person running the karaoke and whispered something to him. Then he took the microphone. Corri laughed hard as (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction began to play. He sang in a loud, drunken way and absolutely owned the stage. The crowd loved it. Corri couldn't stop laughing even as she cheered for him.
"You, Dean Ambrose, may have just proven you're the sexiest man in the WWE," Corri told him when he returned to her. "My girl parts are tingling."
"That wasn't Dean Ambrose," Dean said. "That was classic Jon Moxley... Sometimes, it's good to get back to your roots."
"My turn," Corri declared. She burst into a rendition of Toucha Toucha Toucha Touch Me because Rocky Horror had long been her favorite movie, and she had no issue feeling herself up in front of strangers for the sake of doing the song justice.
Dean was clearly enchanted by her performance. He pulled her into his lap as they did two more shots. "No strings attached," Corri said. "Here's to drunken one night stands! If you can handle that, come back to my hotel with me."
Dean didn't hesitate. "Relationships are overrated," he said.
The two polished off another set of shots before heading back to Corri's hotel room. As she'd suspected, he was wild in bed. Corri had fun trying to keep up with him, never quite knowing what to expect. After quite a while of this, they collapsed on her bed, both too exhausted to move anymore. She knew she'd sleep for at least a couple of hours without a problem.
RANDY
It was another one of those nights. By four in the morning, he still hadn't slept. He was finally starting to fall into a dream now.
His father was furious. His match that night had gone wrong and he'd taken a nasty bump. He couldn't do much about it, so he did the only thing he could. He grabbed his eight-year-old son by the arm, twisting it so hard the boy thought it would snap, and flung him against the wall.
Randy tried not to cry out. It went better when he didn't cry. Tonight, however, there was no calming his father. He took off his belt and hit Randy so hard the boy fell to the floor. Something warm and wet was dripping down his back. Randy knew it was blood. As the belt came toward him again, Randy wished he could be somewhere else. Would this ever stop?
"Shut up, Boy, or I'll do worse," his father said.
Randy knew he would. He'd done worse than this before. Still, even those things were not as bad as what he did when no one was watching, when even Randy's mother was asleep and unaware. This monster he called his father was so much worse than anyone knew, and Randy could never tell a soul.
He awoke hyperventilating. Randy couldn't handle the nightmares anymore. He needed a drink. Seeing no ice left in his room, he grabbed the ice bucket and walked down the hall to the ice machine. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he sensed someone behind him. He spun around ready to swing at the person.
"Whoa, sorry!" John said. "Didn't mean to scare you, man." He studied him. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" Randy snapped at him.
John took a step back. "Right...Look, Randy..."
"Sorry, John. It's just been a bad night."
"Anything I can do?"
"Just pretend this didn't happen and I'll be good." Randy wanted nothing more than to forget his demons. Why did they always come back to haunt him? He'd go months without nightmares and then they'd come back worse and he ended up a complete and total mess.
John knew Randy well enough to know he needed to back off. Randy was relieved when he walked away. He pushed the button for ice and nothing happened. Annoyed, he tried again. Still, there was nothing. Even the Goddamned ice machine was mocking him tonight!
Randy slammed his fist against the machine repeatedly, unable to hold back the feelings his nightmares had pulled to the surface anymore. He couldn't stop hitting the machine. He wanted to scream. He wanted to break it until it was even a fraction as broken as he was.
At the end of his assault, a single piece of ice fell into the bucket. Randy stared at it for a moment before he began laughing hysterically. Quickly, his manic fits of laughter turned to sobs. He leaned his head against the machine, holding the sides to steady himself, praying hotel surveillance hadn't just caught his entire nervous breakdown on film.
"What, no RKO?" A voice asked. "Come on, Orton, show that machine who's boss!"
Randy turned around to see Corri standing there in a t-shirt and little else. Her expression changed when she saw his face.
"What's wrong?" Corri asked.
"Stupid thing's out of ice," Randy mumbled.
Corri slid a finger to his cheek and wiped away a tear. "You must really love ice," she said gently.
Randy wanted to tell her to go away. He wanted to tell her he was fine. When he looked in her eyes, he saw genuine concern, but not pity. And although he was trying to run from everyone, she'd found him at his most vulnerable.
Randy leaned down and kissed her. He needed to feel her lips against his, his arms around her, his tongue in her mouth. He needed to feel anything other than that numbing darkness his nightmares trapped him in.
He didn't pull away for a while. He couldn't stand the idea of letting her go. When he finally did, she was silent. He'd never seen Corri speechless.
"I'm sorry..." He started.
"Don't ever apologize for kissing a girl like that," Corri said. She studied him. "Are you okay now?" She asked.
"I think so," he replied.
"There's another ice machine down the hall, by the way." She smirked at him.
"I suspect there's a random drug test in my future after all this..." Helaughed, a saner laugh this time. "I'm okay, Corri. Thank you for caring... I just had a bad night."
"Not as bad as this ice machine."
"Corri..."
"Yeah?"
"Do you want me to walk you back to your room?"
"I've kind of got someone waiting for me, but you can walk with me to get ice. He should be waking up hung-over soon."
Randy nodded. It didn't entirely surprise him that Corri had hooked up with someone else earlier that night. Nothing she did surprised him at this point. Still, he felt something, perhaps disappointment, at the idea of leaving her side so soon.
They succeeded in getting ice without the use of physical violence and Randy went back to his room. When he fell asleep again, he had no more nightmares. Instead, he dreamed of Corri's snarky smile and her laugh.
SARAYA
After a lovely night spent chatting and snogging a bit, Cayla had curled up on Saraya's chest and fallen asleep as Saraya stroked her hair. It was their first night sharing a bed, and even though they'd done no more than kiss and cuddle, Saraya suspected this was the most connected she'd ever been to another person.
It seemed such a shame when the alarm woke them up. Cayla snuggled closer against her chest. Saraya smiled down at her. "Time to get up, luv," she said. "We have work to do."
"Five more minutes?" Cayla asked sweetly. "I'm not ready to leave your arms yet."
How could Saraya deny that? She kissed the top of Cayla's head and held her tighter. She was supposed to go shoot some gym footage for Total Divas with the Bellas, but she very much preferred Cayla's company to that. Saraya put off releasing her for as long as she could before they both needed to start their days.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I saw someone requested more of Saraya and Cayla, and I promise that's coming soon. Currently, Randy and Corri are just being very demanding, but I promise all four of them will be heavily featured at different points in the fic. I hope you are all enjoying it so far. Thanks to those who have read and reviewed! This story is only just getting started!
