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Chapter 10- Secrets and Lies

"So, Lora, what did you want to see me about?" Stephanie asked, giving me a questioning glance. It was the Sunday before the next Raw, tomorrow, and I had to talk to her about something that had been really bugging me.

"I wanted to talk to you about my spot tomorrow night with Mike," I started, but my words got caught in my throat. I knew what I was about to do, would piss Randy off royally. I wasn't looking forward to his wrath, which made me hesitant to continue.

"We've got it all set. You'll go out there, announce what type of match Randy and Mike will have, and that's when he'll kiss you. Randy will then run out and tear you away from him."

"Yes, well, I've got all of that, it's just," I paused, clearing my throat. I looked behind me to make sure that the door to her office was tightly shut. I sighed and turned back towards Stephanie. "You see, I want what's best for Randy's career. So, with or without him, I'll make that happen."

"I'm not sure if I follow you," Stephanie mused, cocking her head to the side. I was really hoping that she would understand without me actually saying it. Because if I put it into words, that made it real. Real that I was going to lie and keep a secret from my husband. And as naive as this sounds, I know Randy has never lied to me since he promised me never again. Which made my guilt all the more heavier.

"I want Mike to put me in his finisher."

Stephanie's mouth popped open in shock. That was something that she never expected to hear me say. Under her stare, I felt like an experiment that was going bad. I twitched in my seat, nervous of her response. Finally, she seemed to recover herself. "Where does Randy think you are now?"

I laughed softly, knowing how transparent I was at this moment. "Shopping for a Hall of Fame induction outfit. How did you know that I lied to Randy?"

"Because I also have a really over-protective husband that won't let me make my own decisions about my 'safety' in a story line," Stephanie smiled. I relaxed almost immediately with her words. I knew that she understood what I was doing. She and I weren't very different. And neither were Randy and Paul. "Paul went crazy when I came up with the Orton/Triple H story line where Randy stalked and attacked my family."

"How did you get him to go through with it?" I puzzled. If she could change Paul's mind about something like this, then there was hope for me. I might not have to lie to Randy after all. I waited on the edge of my seat for her reply.

"The same way you are; I didn't tell him until he found out on his own. Which was an 'RKO' by Randy on live television," Stephanie murmured out loud. And there it went. All hope to keep Randy happy with this situation. I sighed and ducked my head in my hands. "He was just so stubborn about it. Wouldn't listen to me. Even though it would be amazing for his career. He didn't care. So, I took matters into my own hands. You are just like me, I would do anything to help Paul. Don't get me wrong, he was furious with me. It took a lot of persuasion and affection to get him to forgive me. But it was worth it."

I listened to her words thoroughly. Did I really want Randy to be that mad at me? In front of our children? Though, this would benefit him in the long run. And that was all that was driving me forward with this. "Did it hurt?"

"I'm not going to lie to you, it did. But as you and I have both experienced, the move from Randy was nothing compared to child birth," she reasoned. She had a point; childbirth was some of the most painful moments in my life. If not the most painful. "I had a headache for a few hours and some stiffness in my neck. But that's it. I knew that Randy had been extra gentle and tried his best to keep me safe. I am one hundred percent positive that you could handle this."

"If Randy could be in that storyline with you, then why is he having a problem with this?" I nearly exclaimed. It was like a double standard. He could be involved in a plot like this, but he wouldn't let me. It almost made me angry. Stephanie looked at me with sympathy.

"Randy didn't want to do it," she confessed. And all the "almost" anger I had disappeared. "I nearly had to threaten him with his job to do it. Another reason that he seems so determined not to do this, is because he never loved me. He loves you and doesn't want to see you even pretend to get hurt. But that's how we feel about them, isn't it? We will do anything to make them a better person."

"I'm glad that you understand where I'm coming from," I gushed, feeling a little happy that I was helping Randy without him knowing. I didn't want to think about his anger at this moment. I'd deal with that when the time came. "So, what do we do now?"

"Lora, I am your friend and I care for both you and Randy; and please don't take this the wrong way. I am loyal to this company first and foremost. What's good for the company, and its employees, is good for me. I wouldn't let you do this if I knew it would hurt you, but I wouldn't not let you do it just because it would make Randy angry. You can get over being angry; it's harder to get over being hurt," Stephanie spoke wisely. I didn't take an offense to her words. I knew that she was tied to this company and I don't fault her for that. She scrawled something out on a few sheets of paper and looked back up to me. "Well, it seems that we need to get Mike here."

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"Tell me again why you have to be at the arena so early?" Randy asked as I slipped on a shirt. I smiled back at him as slipped on a pair of jeans. I didn't bother dressing up right now. Wardrobe was bound to change me anyways. I walked around on the other side of the bed, kissing Randy's lips softly. A felt a little tug in my gut.

"Because I'm going to be doing my old job today. I know this is my off time, but David is sick, and who else knows that room better than me?" I joked around with a brag. Randy chuckled softly and stood up to wrap his arms around me. The guilt inside was killing me. I wanted to scream at him, tell him the truth. But then he wouldn't let me help him. I had to do this, for him. Instead of panicking, I buried my head into his chest, breathing deep. "You going to be okay with just you and the kids?"

"Do you doubt my mad parenting skills?" he scoffed playfully. I rolled my eyes at him and kissed him one more time. I had better leave now before the kids woke up from their nap. Or worse, I let slip what's going on tonight.

I left the bus and headed towards the back entrance of the arena. Showing my security pass, I walked through the door. And without stopping anywhere else, I headed straight to Stephanie's office. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer the door. I had to fight back a groan when Mike pulled the door open. He smiled down at me in a condescending way. "Good afternoon Lora."

I just nodded my head and pushed past him and entered the room. Stephanie had an amused smirk on her face, with tonight's rare script in her hands. It was rare only because it was the only on of it's kind. Everyone else's script only had the dreaded kiss. This one had the kiss and the "Skull Crushing Finale". Just thinking that the only people who knew were the three people in this room, gave me the jitters. It wouldn't be just the fans that got a shock tonight. Stephanie pulled me out of my thoughts by standing from her chair. "Thanks for stopping by so early."

"No problem," I couldn't deny the shake in my voice. And neither could Stephanie apparently. She walked over to me and placed a soothing hand on my shoulder.

"It's going to be okay. He'll see reason after it happens, I promise," she vowed to me. But this time, it didn't give me comfort. I wasn't so sure about her words now. Everything seemed so much easier yesterday. Stephanie turned from me to face Mike. "Which reminds me, if you breathe a word of this to, anyone, I'll have your head."

Mike looked as if he was about to speak, but I cut across him. "He won't say anything. He's tickled pink that he knows something that Randy does not. Especially about me," I said, knowing I was right. But I turned to face him, arching an eyebrow high over my eye. "But, if I was you, I wouldn't flaunt your secret around him. He's not as mindless as you think he is. Nothing like you."

"Yes, well, that's big talk coming from a woman who is lying to her husband," Mike sneered at me. I couldn't really say anything, because he was right. Not that I would ever admit that to him. But Mike wasn't done. "I wonder what else you have lied or kept from Orton."

I tried to charge at him, my temper getting the better of me, before Stephanie stepped in between us, one hand on my shoulder and a hand on his chest. I huffed and brushed my hair out of my face. I took a deep, calming breath and stepped back. Steph sent me a look of gratitude for reeling myself in. She walked back to her script and started to go through it. "Lora will come out, to announce something the Miz does not know. She will enter the ring, and talk for a few minutes. Then Mike, you will kiss her. She'll push you away and slap you. Then she starts to walk away, and that's when you make your move."

"Yes, the 'Skull Crushing Finale'," Mike smiled and it wasn't anything pleasant. If I was the type of woman to get intimidated, this would be the time. But, being as I am stubborn and bull headed, I just rolled my eyes. Stephanie, however, was not so lucky.

"Mike, so help me God, if you don't go by the arrangements, and be as easy with her as you can, the only main event you will ever have is wiping the Great Kahli's ass."

I covered my mouth with my hand and hid my snicker. Even though we all knew what Stephanie had said wasn't true, he didn't doubt that she could make his life a living hell. He knew better than to mess with Stephanie. He stared at her for a moment, before stalking out of the door. I smiled back at her and shortly followed him.

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I plopped down on the couch after coming back from seeing the kids in the playroom. I had the locker room all to myself, because John and Randy were making their way to do their spot right now. I switched on the TV to the live feed and watched just in time as Randy's music hit. I kicked off the sandals wardrobe had given me and pulled my feet underneath myself. My legs were barely clothed in a pair of black short shorts. I would never have worn this otherwise. I did love the top; it was a flowing cotton, teal blue tank top. It was my favorite I guess. My hair hung over my shoulders in slight curls. Other than feeling completely naked from waist down, I liked my appearance.

I shook my head to concentrate on Randy as he stepped into the ring through the ropes. He walked over and grabbed a microphone. I sat forward in my seat.

"I know some of you have been wondering, what exactly it is that John Cena and I have been talking about," Randy paused to listen to a mix chant of "RKO" and "Cena". He seemed rather pleased with it. "So, why don't we bring him out here, and let us both tell you, exactly what's going on."

Cena's music hit, and it hyped up the already crazy crowd. Randy propped against the ropes and waited patiently as John exploded onto the ramp. After shouting to the audience and ran down the ramp and base-slid into the ring. I smiled despite my raging emotions. I always loved John's energy in the ring.

"I guess you are right, Randy," John exclaimed into the microphone. The fans screamed out for him, and he wasn't even a whole sentence into his speech. "These fans deserve to know the truth. And here it is," he paused for dramatic effect, "Randy wants to become apart of the CeNation!"

"Cena," Randy said warningly. John made a face, to say that it was his fault.

"No, I'm just pulling your leg. April Fool's might have come too early for me," John laughed and I smiled brightly. April Fool's wasn't just the day for jokes for this family. "But, being serious now, Randy and I have joined forces. The forces against evil!" I saw that Randy was nearly cracking up by John's enthusiasm. The camera panned away from them to show Mike on the titantron. John gasped in fake-shock and rushed to Randy's side. "Holy horse-face, Batman! I mean… er, Randy?"

The crowd went into stitches. Mike's sarcastic laughter was heard over the speakers. "Very funny Cena. You are always the jokster, aren't you. But what, if you don't mind, are the evil forces you're fighting?"

"Really Miz? Really?" Randy said, causing even more laughter. I had to hand it to John and Randy; they made a great team. "But, I'm not surprised you haven't guessed. John and I haven't been on the best of terms. But you see, we agree on something. You shouldn't be WWE Champion."

"So, what? He's going to help you cheat to beat me?" Mike laughed. I rolled my eyes, hating the sound of his voice. "And what's in it for him? If you two hate each other as much as you say, what did you offer him in return for his help?"

"What 'chu talkin' 'bout Miz?" John retorted, throwing out even more quips. I had to dab the corners of my eyes because they were watering up in amusement. John doubled over, laughing at his own joke for a moment, before he got serious again. "'Cheat'? I'm not helping him cheat. I'm helping him keep you from cheating."

"And as for what I offered in return," Randy said, slinking to the front of the ring, glaring at the screen. "A title shot. Anytime, anywhere, any stipulation. Because, let's face it Miz, without the extra help from the outside, you don't stand a chance against me. Especially not in the match I'm challenging you in. And that would be… a Three Stages of Hell match. Of course, I haven't decided on the stages yet, but you'll be the first to know."

The look on Mike's face was priceless. He was so good at looking completely astounded and stupid. He huffed again and walked off the camera frame. The titantron went black and the cameras went back to Randy and John. John smiled in approval and slapped Randy heartily on the shoulder. "I love it when a plan comes together."

Randy rolled his eyes, stepped through the ropes and hopped to the ground. John stared after him, confused for a second, but then smiled and enjoyed being in front of the crowd. Knowing that Randy was on his way back to the room, I looked at the clock. I knew it was almost time for my spot with Mike. I was just happy that Randy knew I had to go to the ring. I couldn't have thought of another way to get away from him long enough otherwise. I stood up and slipped my sandals on. As I walked to the door, Randy came through. He looked confused for a moment as why I was leaving, until he remembered. He groaned in frustration.

"You don't have to do this," Randy said and I worked hard to clear my face of all emotion.

"Yes, I do," I replied, stepping closer to him. My words held a double meaning that Randy had no clue about. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly and pulled him to me. "I do want you to know, that what happens out there tonight, means nothing. God only knows how much I hate doing this, but it's for you. And our family. I love you, remember that."

Randy looked at me, hearing the tension in my words and I knew that he was curious about what I was actually talking about. Before he could ask, I slipped from the room, quickly making my way towards the ring. I sighed heavily, trying to clear my head. While I was lost in my thoughts, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I walked into something hard, and lost my balance, preparing myself for the fall. But it never came. Two thick arms wrapped around my waist and I looked up into the blue, honest eyes of John's. I smiled at him as he helped me get balance. "I was just looking for you. Mike is ready for your spot tonight. They are waiting on you."

I nodded and walked around him to hurry to my destination. But I stopped a few steps behind John. Turning around, I called out to John. "John, how would you feel someone you love went behind your back? Only to do something that they truly believe is the best thing for you. But, you and that person had already talked about it, and you didn't want them too? Would you still love them?"

John watched me silently for a few moments. I could tell that he was trying to figure out what I was really talking about. "Of course I would still love them. I would probably be angry that they couldn't come to me, and talk it out. But if I am supposed to love them, then something like that wouldn't change anything. What are you getting at?"

"Thanks John. That made me feel better," I said, not caring if I let something slip at this point. I turned my heel and began to walk off. I didn't make it very far before John's hand closed around my elbow. He spun me around slowly, to stare down at me.

"What are you talking about Lora? What are you hiding from Randy?" I closed my eyes at his words. I didn't hear any accusations in them, but I heard the growing frenzy need for answers on his best friend's behalf. I cleared my throat softly, and looked back up at John.

"I love him, John. And I'm doing what I think is best," I spoke each word carefully and made sure that John knew that I wasn't doing anything to hurt Randy. This was all for the best; the best for his career. "Now, let me go. I have something to do."

I gently pulled my arm loose, and high-tailed it down the hall. My conversation with John took up the better part of my time I had to get to the holding stage. I had less that two minutes to get there. I managed to arrive just as Mike's music started to play, and I saw him slip through the curtain. I was basically alone now, a part from the few stagehands fluttering about. I thought back on my talk with John. He definitely knew something was up tonight. With this spot. And if I knew John, it wouldn't be long before he confided in Randy. If not right this second. I jumped at the sound of Randy's music hitting the speakers. For a moment, I had forgotten that I was walking out to his music, and that Randy really wasn't here with me.

I walked through the curtain and out on the stage. The crowd cheered for me as I looked around. I knew, somewhere in this arena, Randy was watching this. That mere fact caused my nerves to go haywire, giving me the perfect attitude for my "gingerly-angered wife". The description didn't really go well, but that's what it had said on the script. I bit my lip softly as I walked up the steel steps. Mike didn't help me get through the ropes, and I slipped in between the bottom and middle restraint on my own. A microphone had been waiting on me at the steps, and I had picked it up.

"Who do you think you are? I was talking here. Did you not learn your place last week?" Miz ranted. His eyes traveled over my face, seeing the slight bruise and a bandage that didn't have a cut beneath it. He then looked down at my arms, seeing how make-up added the bruising back to keep up continuity. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at his arrogance. "As you can see, your son is not here, so you can't have him."

The Miz stepped closer to me, lowering his face to mine. I didn't budge as he tried to stare me down. Instead, I laughed lightly into the microphone, smiling softly. I looked back up at Mike, trying to look as innocent as I could. "I didn't come here to get Keith. My baby will be in my arms soon enough. Which reminds me, I know the three stages that you will partake in against Randy."

"And you came her to flaunt it at me, huh? That's a very dangerous choice, Orton." I smiled at his empty threat. I really smiled because he grouped me with Randy by calling me by my last name. I stepped away from him to roam the ring a little. I knew I was driving the fan crazy by taking my time.

"Actually, I came here to give you a head's up," I began, finally turning back to face him. He was giving me a jerk look, but I could see the confusion in his eyes. "Because none of these you have ever been in, or won."

"I can see why you married Randy; you two are so much a like. Are you going to ramble all day, or get to the point?" I glared at him momentarily. The fans cheered me as I stepped closer to him, and he took the smallest step back. I didn't fight the amused smirk on my face, seeing me retreat slightly. I held up my hand, prepared to count the stages on my hand.

"Stage one: first blood," I said and the people in the chairs surrounding us screamed loudly. Fear flicked on Mike's face before he regained his cocky attitude. He began to speak, but I cut across him. I put my middle finger up to join my index. "Stage two: a steel cage match."

This time, Mike stepped further back from me and stared at me, shock relevant in his face. I was thoroughly enjoying myself for the moment. Of course, I knew what was still to come. Miz tried to act like he wasn't effected by my two announcements and put the microphone to his lips. "And the third?"

"An 'I Quit' match," I said proudly. Mike held onto the ropes for support from the news and the arena was going insane over my words. I knew it had been a long time since Randy had been in one, and that he didn't win it. But it was against John, the proclaimer of "Never Give Up", so it wouldn't make sense for him to quit. And Randy was a scripted heel at that time, and it just wasn't his moment. But with the way they were writing the Miz, and all the shortcuts he took these days, I had a feeling how that match would end.

I started to turn away from him, to exit the ring, when Mike grabbed me by the arm. He spun me around, and I flinched at his closeness. Boos echoed around the arena. I tried to jerk my arm from his grasp, but he didn't allow it. I then tried to swing my free arm back, to slap him. But he caught my wrist, and pulled me to his body. He put both of my wrists in one hand, and used his free hand to hold the microphone. "I have a message for Randy, and if you would be so kind to deliver it for me."

He dropped the microphone and lowered his head. I struggled as hard as I could, but Mike was just so much more stronger and it was hopeless. I mentally braced myself for what was coming next. My body froze when his lips touched mine. It immediately felt wrong. I knew that those lips were not Randy's and I hated it. It didn't help that he seemed to want to eat my face. As soon as his lips touched mine, they opened up and covered mine. I felt his hot breath on me, and a chill ran down my spine, giving me goosebumps. And not the enjoyable kind, like Randy is capable of. I had a strong urge to puke. I came back around as soon as I felt his tongue try to enter my mouth. That was not part of the agreement. I lifted my foot and stomped on his as hard as I could. He finally let go of me. This time, as I swung my hand back, I didn't miss. My open palm landed with a resounding smack on the side of his face. I turned on my heel and immediately froze again.

There at the top of the ramp, was Randy. I seemed to be one of the few people that had noticed him. His face told me everything that I needed to know. Somehow, he knew what I was about to do. It was stupid of me to keep this from him, knowing that it wouldn't be long before the truth came out. Though, that was the only thing I regretted about it. I hated that I had to lie to him. But it was for him, and I knew it was for the best. He took one step forward and I felt the ring shake, and I knew Mike was making his approach.

Before I could move, I felt hands snake under my arms. I struggled against him and screamed out as my arms were forced above my head. Mike stood there, staring at Randy, who wasn't moving. He was taunting him, both his hands at the back of my neck, preparing to strike. I knew I looked frightened, but it wasn't because of what was about to happen. Randy knew, and that scared me. How was he going to react to this? But for whatever reason, my fear worked in my benefit, and coaxed the audience to call out in anger towards the Miz.

I felt Mike move again, and I knew he was kicking his leg out. Sure enough, a moment later, the back of his leg came in contact with the front of my right leg. As he swept me off my feet, he forced my head forward with the hands that were behind my head. Black spots popped up in my sight as I felt the force of my head slamming into the mat. I didn't have to pretend much that I was knocked out. With my eyes closed, I didn't want to move.

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