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Randy's POV

I sat down on the couch after Samantha left and put my head in my hands. That had to have been the hardest thing I had ever done, even though it was for the best. After a few seconds, there was a knock on my door and John walked in

"What's going on?" He asked.

"We're getting a divorce. She's going to talk to our lawyer tomorrow."

"I'm sorry.."

"It's for the best. I want to be with Carson. I want to be happy."

"I understand. Does Carson know?"

"I have to go find her. Samantha wouldn't talk to me with her in here, so I had to tell her to leave. She's probably with Melina or Maryse."

"Go find her, she's probably worrying about you or something."

"I'm going."

I got up and left the locker room. I walked around, looking for the Diva's locker room. I found it and knocked on the door. Melina answered it.

"Is Carson in here?" I asked.

"No, I think she went to get a bottle of water."

"Alright, thanks."

"No problem."

She shut the door and I went to catering. I saw Carson sitting at a table talking to Paul and Maryse. I walked up behind her and put my hands over her eyes.

"Guess who." I whispered in her ear.

"John Morrison, oh my gosh, is that you?" She exclaimed.

I moved my hands away from her eyes, crossed my arms over my chest, and put a fake pouty face on. She turned around and grinned at me.

"Well, hello Mr. Orton."

"Don't talk to me. You thought I was John Morrison."

"I knew it was you."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying."

She replied, standing up. She walked over to me and put her arms around me.

"Don't be such a baby."

"I'm not a baby."

"You're acting like one."

"Can baby's do this?" I asked, leaning down and kissing her.

"They can actually."

"But not as good as I can."

"You're full of yourself."

She kissed me again, and Paul cleared his throat.

"I don't think your father would approve of this make-out session." Paul said.

"You're right, he wouldn't." Michael said walking into the room.

Carson screamed and ran up to him.

"Daddy! What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I came to visit you. Plus, I saw those pictures of you and Orton all over the internet, I had to come see what was up." He replied.

"Those pictures were nothing."

"Don't lie to me, young lady. I know nothing when I see it, and that was definitely something. And this right now is definitely something. What's going on with you two? And what happened to Samantha, Randy?"

"Sam and I are getting divorced, sir. We realized that we weren't happy anymore."

"And you're using Carson as a rebound?"

"It's definitely not like that. She and I went out to dinner the other night because our storyline that we're starting involves us spending a lot of time together, we didn't want to go into it knowing nothing about each other. We went out to dinner to get acquainted, and she made me realize that I wasn't happy. She made me smile and laugh throughout the night, and I realized that I couldn't stay unhappy."

"So are you two dating?" Michael asked.

"No, daddy, we aren't. Not yet." Carson answered.

"And you really like her?" he asked.

"Yes, I do. More than anything. She makes me happier than I have been in a long time. Everything is perfect about her. I wouldn't change anything. I really, really like her." I replied.

"Well then, you have my approval. Just don't hurt her. I will come after you."

"You have my approval too." Paul said.

Michael glared at him and Paul sunk back in his chair.

"Samantha's going to our lawyer to file for divorce tomorrow." I said.

"I'm sorry, Randy." Carson said.

"It's fine, we've gone over this so many times. It's for the best."

"I know. I just really hope I don't make you unhappy."

"You won't."

She smiled and kissed me.

"I guess we need to start getting ready for our matches." I said.

"You're the only one that has one. I don't this week. But I am interfering in yours."

"When are you going quit turning against me?"

"Who knows…" She said smirking. "But I'm going to get ready. Adios."

She kissed me then ran out of the room.

Randy's Match

Carson's POV

I was standing at the curtain, waiting on my cue to go out. Randy's match tonight was against Wade Barrett. I was wearing a short black dress that my ass was pretty much hanging out of, and black high heeled, knee-high boots.

It was time for me to go out to the ring, so I grabbed a mic and stood at the top of the ramp. The crowd cheered and the first person to notice me was Randy. His eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me.

"Excuse me." I said, walking down closer to the ring. "Orton, you can put your tongue back in your mouth and stop drooling, please."

He looked away for a second and then back at me, I saw Wade behind him, getting ready to roll him up for the pin. I got to the ring and jumped up on the apron.

"You screwed my match up last week, I'm not letting you do it again this week." He said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really."

I was about an inch away from his face. I grabbed him and kissed him. The crowd started cheering. A few seconds later, he was pulled away from me and I saw Wade was pinning him. I jumped off the apron and started walking back up the ramp. The bell rang and I turned around. Wade jumped out of the ring and ran through the crowd. Randy looked up at me with a pissed off look on his face. I blew him a kiss and walked backstage.

Randy came backstage after a few minutes and immediately kissed me.

"We got interrupted out there." He said.

"You're sweaty."

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me really tight.

"That's disgusting!" I said, laughing.

"You know you love me."

I think I do…