A/N: Third update for this story! I got this one done the night before, along with the next chapter.

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March 14, 2011

St. Louis, MO

Scottrade Center

Backstage

10:10 PM

Randy was warming up while I watched Jerry's segment with Cole, shaking my head.

"He's crossing the line with this," I said, causing Randy to look up at me.

"You know as well as I do we crossed the line two years ago," he answered.

I tucked my hair behind my ear. He was right. We had crossed the line then. "This is different. I mean, we never brought up either Hunter's or the McMahons' personal life. We just made the match at WrestleMania personal instead of business..." I trailed off as a thought came to mind. My eyes widened and I looked at Randy.

"They're stealing a page out of our book," I whispered, the segment completely forgotten.

Randy finished his warm-ups. "I know."

Backstage/Ring
10:30 PM
On the backstage TV, I saw the clips from Randy's and my feud with Nexus, causing me to clench my fists. Randy put his hand on my shoulder.

"Ryan's the last one. After this match, it's just gonna be you and me against Punk and Seras, the way it should've been from the beginning," he reassured me.

"I know, but I just can't stand watching the footage and reliving everything that's happened over and over again," I told him truthfully.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. After what seemed like minutes later, Randy's music began to play.

He released me and gave me a look.

I nodded and we pushed through the curtain, being met with a cameraman and a big pop from our hometown crowd. I almost smiled, but I knew it was time to focus on keeping Seras out of the match, which was harder than it sounded.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Azrael Victoria, from St. Louis, Missouri! Weighing in at 245 pounds, Randy Orton!" Justin Roberts announced.

We walked down to the ring as a solid unit, even though I wouldn't be competing until WrestleMania. We stopped at the bottom of the ramp, causing me to slightly glance at the WrestleMania sign in the distance. Two weeks ago, it seemed like we wouldn't be competing at the pay-per-view, but now we were and there was one person in the way of making the match fair.

After we entered the ring and posed for the crowd, the New Nexus' theme replaced Randy's, causing the crowd's cheers to change to jeers.

"And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by CM Punk and SVR, from Cardiff, Wales! Weighing in at 289 pounds, Mason Ryan!"

Ryan made his way down to the ring, Punk & Seras staying on the stage. I focused on him. I exited the ring on the side closest to commentary as Ryan entered. The bell rang and Ryan locked up with Randy. They went into the corner.

Randy turned it around and unloaded on Ryan with uppercuts. Ryan fought him off and dropped Randy with a big boot. Ryan hit Randy with a big backbreaker for a two count. Ryan applied a hold on Randy.

"Let's go, Randy!" I cheered.

Randy fought to his feet. Ryan ran into Randy's boot and Randy dropped him with a clothesline, causing a smile to grow on my face. Ryan caught Randy and dropped him with a big side slam for a close two count. My smile faded and I started slapping the mat, trying to get Randy back into this. The crowd started clapping along with me.

Ryan picked Randy up and looked at the WrestleMania sign.

I smirked. That's right. You just keep on thinking you'll make it to WrestleMania, I thought as Randy came back with an RKO out of nowhere for the win. I slid into the ring and high-fived Randy, the crowd cheering for his victory. We exited the ring and headed up the ramp, but I stared at Seras. I looked back at Ryan in the ring, noticing Randy doing the same thing. We quickly entered the ring as Punk & Seras ran down the ramp to attempt to stop us. Randy punted Ryan as both Punk & Seras enter the ring with half their bodies. I got in Seras's face in the strike position, both daring her to move and salivating at the chance to take her out before WrestleMania. I didn't have to look at Randy to know he was in the same position and feeling the same way as me about Punk.

Unfortunately, she slowly backed down and out of the ring, closely following Punk. I kept my eyes locked on the both of them as they retreated. I slowly stood up as Randy posed in the corner. I glanced up at the sign once again, finding myself unable to wait another week for the match.