A/N: Holy cricket! I'm updating this too! Haha, it's only fair. This story is in NEED of an update. Lots of stuff in this chapter, by the way...kinda... If you're confused, maybe you need to reread some of the previous ones. Anyway, ENJOY!

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All We Are

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Chapter 10: Go With the Flow

RAW was about to start in less than an hour and people were already starting to pile into the arena. Frankie sat on a crate in the gorilla position, fiddling with his camera. Joanie was in the Divas' dressing room doing their make-up and Logan.. Well, he wasn't even sure where Logan went off to.

"Hey," Frankie looked up from his camera to see Randy Orton walking towards him. This time, he had a shirt thrown over his masculine chest.

"Hey," Frankie greeted in return, smiling lightly. He couldn't help but steal a glance to see if Randy was still pitching a tent, which he was not, to Frankie's disappointment. "So who are you wrestling tonight?" Frankie decided to make small talk.

"Shawn Michaels," Randy answered as he started to hop in place, shifting from foot to foot, hyping himself up for the show.

"Good luck. Kick his ass," Frankie grinned at Randy, flashing his dimples.

"Don't worry. I will," Randy replied in his low, seductive voice. His eyes slanted as he gave his trademark smirk, getting himself into character.

Frankie only continued to stare at him from where he sat. Randy was a good inch taller than Erik. And he's probably at least a good inch bigger than Erik too, he thought to himself. His mind started to wander to bedroom activities that he'd be willing to do with Randy.

"Mr. West?" Frankie was brought out of his visual images when a stagehand walked up to him and handed him a black polo shirt. He looked at the stagehand questioningly. "Mr. McMahon requires all staff to wear uniform during the shows," the stagehand explained. Frankie nodded his understanding and thanked the stagehand as he left.

Frankie unfolded the polo shirt. On the back was the RAW logo and 'STAFF' printed below it in big, white capital letters. On the front of the shirt, on the left breast, displayed the WWE logo. Frankie felt no shame in slipping his shirt off only to put the uniform on. Besides, the only person there other than himself was Randy.

As Randy continued to hype himself up, he couldn't help but sneak a peek at Frankie when he slid his shirt off. He had a swimmer's body, not to lean and not too muscular. Even if Frankie wasn't a bulky man, his muscles were still very defined. Randy found himself admiring Frankie's body and found that he was slightly disappointed when Frankie put on the polo. What is wrong with me, Randy thought to himself, shaking his head. Why am I so drawn to Frankie?

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"Done!" Joanie cheered as she finished doing Maria's make-up.

"Thanks Joanie," Maria giggled as she admired herself in the mirror. She hopped off the chair to make room for the next person.

"Okay, who's next?" Joanie called out to the whole dressing room. Mickie James silently made her way to the chair and sat down. She had on a large pair of bug-eyed sunglasses, which Joanie had never seen her wear before. "New look?" She asked lightly as she reached over to fish into her make-up kit.

Mickie James simply shook her head and slid of her sunglasses hesitantly. "I need you to cover this for me," she said softly. When Joanie looked up, she was shocked to see a bruise forming on Mickie's left cheek.

"What happened?" Joanie gasped, although she had a hunch on how exactly she got that bruise and who gave it to her. She placed a hand on the side of Mickie's face, her thumb smoothing over the bruise lightly. She could feel Mickie flinch as she did so.

"Clumsy me fell down," Mickie tried to smile brightly, teasing herself, but Joanie could see right through her.

"Next time, you should be careful," Joanie tried to joke back as she applied foundation onto Mickie's face. "Wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face now would you?"

Mickie laughed nervously and remained silent as Joanie continued to work on her face.

When Joanie finished, Mickie tried to leave as fast as she could but was stopped by a gentle hand on her arm. "If he's hurting you, you need to tell Vince," Joanie whispered softly to her so that no one else would hear.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mickie denied. She gave Joanie a weak smile before walking out of the locker room.

Joanie frowned at Mickie's retreating form. She worked in the WWE long enough to know which bruises came from punches and which bruises came from something else. The bruise forming on Mickie's face was definitely from a punch. However, Joanie could be wrong; at least, she hoped she was wrong about this for once.

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Logan briefly knocked on the door to John Cena's locker room. "It's open," she heard him call out to her, and with that, she slowly opened the door and stepped in. "Hey," John's face brightened automatically and Logan smiled back bashfully, closing the door behind her. "What are you doing here?"

Logan only shrugged. "I wanted to see you before your match," she said. In the back of her mind, she hoped that she wasn't coming off sounding like an idiot.. or a stalker. "And I wanted to make sure that I didn't ruin your night last night."

John smiled at her as he slowly stepped up to her. "It's cool. Randy and I just stayed in and watched some TV," he explained to her. "Are we still on for tonight?" He asked her hopefully, bringing his face dangerously close to hers. He took her hands in his own and intertwined their fingers.

"Of course," Logan confirmed, blushing at the fact that she cancelled on him the previous night.

"Good," John replied, leaning his head forward.

Logan's breath caught in her throat. This was it; John was going to kiss her. And all she had to do was go with the flow. Go with the flow, go with the flow, she chanted in her head. But just as John's lips were about to graze her own, a knock came through the door.

"John, you're on in fifteen. Go down to the gorilla ASAP," a stagehand called out through the door.

John groaned softly and pulled away from Logan. "Thanks," he called out to the stagehand.

"So.. Who are you wrestling?" Logan asked, trying to recompose herself. She was safe from kissing for now.

"Adam," John spoke, referring to Edge. "It's a title match, but I'm retaining the belt," he explained to her.

Logan simply nodded. "Good luck out there," she smiled shyly at him as she moved closer to him to place a kiss on his cheek. She blushed as she pulled away, letting go of his hands. "I have to go," she said, slowly making her way to the door. "I'll see you after the show."

"Yeah, see ya," John called back as Logan waved before exiting the locker room. He placed a hand over the cheek that Logan kissed not a minute ago. It was a small gesture, but it was progress.

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"This next match is scheduled for one-fall," Frankie heard Lilian Garcia call out through the microphone as she stood in the middle of the ring. "Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 225 pounds from San Antonio, Texas is Shawn Michaels!"

Frankie stood ringside as he heard Shawn Michaels' theme music play. No sooner did it start did Shawn Michaels come walking down the ramp, taking his time to greet his fans. Frankie snapped pictures here and there, but the person that he really wanted to capture was coming out next.

Shawn Michaels' music was soon cut off abruptly and the crowd started to boo as electric guitars started to play, signaling Randy's theme song. "And his opponent, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 245 pounds from St. Louis, Missouri.. Randy Orton!"

The crowd continued to boo as Randy appeared from the back and slowly made his way down to the ring. Frankie made sure to snap pictures of Randy's 'good side', grinning at the thought. Randy's cocky smirk was permanently plastered on his face as the only thing he set his eyes on was Shawn Michaels. He climbed into the ring and walked towards the other end. Frankie made sure to standby outside of the ring, his camera up and ready. Randy climbed the turnbuckle, lifted his arms in a god-like fashion, and posed. Frankie went camera crazy as he snapped photos. Being this close to Randy and his pose was giving Frankie a mental orgasm.

Randy stepped down from the turnbuckle and turned to face Shawn Michaels. The ref kept them separated before nodding and signaling for the bell to ring. The match had begun.

Frankie watched as the two men squared off in the middle of the ring, staring each other down. Michaels had a serious expression on his face, while Randy continued to smirk confidently. They charged towards each other and locked up in the middle of the ring. Frankie heard the crowd cheering for Michaels, but he was silently cheering for Randy.

The two men remained locked up until Randy gave Shawn a kick to the sternum, sending him doubling over. They traded blow for blow as they tried to tire the other one out. They matched each other perfectly, countering and reversing moves. The match could go either way.

Frankie watched in fascination. Never had he been ringside before, let alone to an actual wrestling match. He had to keep reminding himself that he was a photographer, not a speculator. Frankie continued to capture photos, but he secretly paid more attention to the fight than his camera.

It took a while before Randy was starting to get the upper hand of the match. Although Frankie knew it was scripted, he still worried over the two wrestlers' physical well-being. Randy grabbed Shawn Michaels and sent him running towards the ropes. He crouched to prepare to give Shawn one of his RKOs but made the mistake of turning his head to glance at Frankie.

Frankie was grinning widely in pure excitement. Watching Randy get into a predatory stance, waiting to give an RKO was utterly sexy. He watched as Randy turned to look at him, and Frankie subconsciously licked his lips at the sight of Randy.

Randy was once again mesmerized. He caught sight of Frankie's tongue poking out of his mouth to give his bottom lip a once-over. That small gesture caught Randy's attention and soon, Randy was met with a hard kick to the chin. Sweet Chin Music. Randy flopped to the canvas, dazed and confused, and the crowd cheered Shawn and 'oo'ed as Randy hit the floor.

Shawn went for the pin. "What are you doing? Pay attention!" Shawn hissed through his teeth as Randy was slowly regaining himself.

The ref started the count, but Randy lifted his shoulder up at two. Shawn got off of him and ran towards the ropes, bouncing off of them to gain momentum. Randy ran towards him and performed a standing dropkick to Michaels' chest. Shawn Michaels fell to the ground, and Randy got on all fours. His fists pounded the canvas as he hyped himself up for what was to come. Michaels staggered to stand straight up and just as he did, Randy came running toward him with another RKO. Shawn Michaels was down for the pin, and just like that, Randy Orton won.

Randy's music started to play and he climbed the turnbuckle and gave the crowd his signature pose. From his peripheral vision, he could see Frankie applauding and cheering him; probably the only person in the crowd doing that. As Randy climbed down the turnbuckle and made his way backstage, he couldn't stop smiling. Having Frankie out there may have been a distraction, but it was one hell of a good distraction that he wouldn't mind getting used to.

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"So he almost kissed you," Joanie restated what her friend had just told her.

Logan nodded, "Almost," she explained, "but then a stagehand interrupted us, so he didn't. I kissed him on the cheek though."

The two girls were currently at the gorilla, sitting on crates, and watching the final match on the flat screen that was set up on the wall. It was John Cena versus Edge for the WWE Championship.

"Cheeks don't count," Joanie teased. Logan stuck her tongue out at her but Joanie only brushed the movement off. "Honestly, though, Logan. How could you let this happen to you?" Logan gave her a questioning look in response and Joanie continued. "You're 22 years old and you're still… Innocent. How did that happen?"

Logan shrugged. "I don't know," she said passively. She could blame it on her parents for being too strict, but even they worried over why she hadn't had a boyfriend yet. "I just didn't find the right guy," she reasoned with herself. But in all honesty, Logan had been interested in many guys back in high school. The problem was that they were never interested in her.

Logan smiled bitterly. "Do you know how many guys I fell head over heels for in high school and in college?" She turned to face Joanie. "There were a few that I really thought would work out, but when I told them that I liked them, they ended up pushing me away," Logan said, shaking her head. "I was never good enough."

Joanie smiled sympathetically. "I didn't know," she admitted. "I thought you were too busy burying your face in the books to be boy crazy."

Logan smiled, shaking her head. "I've had my fair share of rejections," she started. "And then there's John," she smiled to herself. "I really like him, Joanie."

"I know. And he really likes you too," Joanie added in, grinning. Logan grinned back. "You're growing up," Joanie pretended to wipe a tear away.

"Oh hush!" Logan lightly slapped Joanie on the arm. "What about you? I haven't seen you with anyone since what's-his-face."

"What's-his-face," Joanie snorted sadly. "Brock Lesnar. That was along time ago," she said softly. "You know he's married now? With kids?"

Logan gave a sympathetic look. "He's such an ass for what he did to you," she said. "You could find a better guy who will treat you right."

Joanie chuckled, but she shook her head. "I'm giving up on guys," she simply said. The statement slightly confused Logan, but she didn't question it.

The story of Joanie Pierce and Brock Lesnar started a few years prior. There was a Smackdown house show in Vegas, and Joanie, with nothing better to do, decided to check it out. She wasn't a wrestling fan, but she figured she could take some pictures and get some autographs for Logan, the only person she knew who was obsessed with the WWE.

Joanie had met Brock outside of the arena when she stood in line for autographs. She was one of the last people to get an autograph and by the time it came to her, she was already aggravated. Brock noticed her spunkiness and was drawn to her right away.

They exchanged numbers that night, and soon they started dating. Joanie was never one to keep a serious relationship, but she was seriously in love with Brock. By the time they've been together for a year, Brock had proposed to her and they were happily engaged.

But soon, things started to change. Brock started to change. He started distancing himself from her, and after a little snooping around, Joanie found out exactly what was going on: Brock had been cheating on her with one of the female wrestlers, Sable.

Joanie was furious, but most of all, she was heartbroken. She left Brock, and since then, she hasn't dated anyone else. Yes, she had her flings and one-night stands, but relationships were out of the question.

Joanie and Logan were silent as they watched the current match on the flat screen. It was Edge against Cena, and Cena had the upper hand. As John played the crowd, Edge moved swiftly to spear him. However, John moved out of the way just in time, and Edge ended up running straight into the turnbuckle. John stood in the middle of the ring and raised his arms up in the 'word life' position. As he did this, Edge secretly slid out of the ring only to grab for a chair under it. He slid into the ring with the chair and crept behind Cena, chair ready in his hands.

"Turn around!" Logan yelled at the screen. And, as if John had actually heard her, he turned around just in time for Edge to jab the chair into his ribs. The ref immediately signaled for the bell to be rung. John fell to his knees, clutching his torso, as he gasped for air.

"Your winner due to disqualification, and still the WWE Champion," Lilian announced through the microphone, "JOHN CEEEENAAA.." There was a mixture of boos and cheers.

John regained himself and stood just as Edge started to run towards him again. However, John dodged him and Edge ran into the ropes and bounced off, heading towards John again. John crouched and had Edge in a fireman's carry. The crowd started to cheer at what was to come. John stalled for a few seconds before he slammed Edge's body onto the canvas with an FU.

Edge was out cold and the crowd cheered. John grabbed his belt from the ref and hoisted it onto his shoulder. He bent over, towering over Edge and waved his hand in front of his face. "You can't see me!" The crowd cheered along with John.

John waved his belt in the air once more before making his way out of the ring and back up the ramp. He was all sweaty and worn out from the fight, but not even that would stop his excitement for his date tonight with Logan. He just couldn't wait.

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A/N: Yes, I used Brock Lesnar. He's not really a big deal in the story...just a part of Joanie's past. So if any of you are Brock Lesnar fans, don't worry. That's probably the only thing you're going to read about him in this story. Okay, I'm babbling. REVIEW!