A/N:Hey guys, sorry its been a while. I've been totally wiped from work and being with family over Christmas and New Year. I hope everyone had a good time and I hope Santa was good to all of you lol. Here's the next chapter. We're moving back to the live shows and hopefully a little more drama coming up.

To clear something up, the reason Randy didn't punt Noah and Ted is because he is actually a sane person in real life. I didn't want to portray him as being as insane off-screen as he is when he is in character. I follow him on Twitter and he is a rather down to earth, funny person, and very friendly to his fans. I hope this clears it up. And thanks for reading as always XxX

Disclaimer:I own Noah. Unfortunately I don't own anything to do with the WWE and I do not maintain to have any knowledge of the wrestler's personal lives and anything used in the story is for that main purpose. Thanks!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"C'mon, kick it harder" Shawn's voice echoed in my ear. I sighed and wiped the sweat from my brow before adjusting my workout leggings. I stood back and narrowed my eyes at the punchbag. I set myself up and then kicked my foot out, aiming it directly towards the top of the bag. My base of my foot slapped against the material of the bag with a loud Thwack! "Again!" he said, pushing me harder each time.

If you haven't already guessed, Shawn was helping me train and his idea of doing this was teaching me 'The Sweet Chin Music'.

"You're supposed to be helping me train, not teaching me your signature move Shawn".

"This is training. C'mon there might come a time when you need this. Listen to Papa Shawn".

"Papa Shawn?" I asked with a laugh and he gave a simple nod of the head before standing behind the bag motioning for me to kick it again. I let my foot kick in the air, slamming into the bag unexpectedly. Shawn fell back, wincing as I knocked the wind out of him.

"Is that enough training for today, Papa Shawn?" I asked standing over his curled up form. He winced and tried to take a deep breath but nothing happened and he just waved his hand and nodded. I smirked and took the gloves off and threw them to the floor before stepping back and heading for the door.

"What happened to Shawn?" Paul asked stepping in. He was dressed in jogging pants, a black short sleeved t-shirt and a DX hat pulled down over his hair.

"Ummm...the punchbag got some revenge for all the 'Superkick's' he's been unloading on it over the years. Maybe you should go help him, looks like he needs it. See you guys later" I said waving at Shawn who was getting to his feet. He had a small glare pulling at his lips and he pointed at me before shaking his head. I just smiled and left the gym, leaving a gasping Shawn and Paul scratching his head a little.

I stood in the corridor, chatting with some of the backstage crew. I laughed a little at something Bob said but then I noticed them all looking behind me and I turned around. I sighed looking between Cody and Ted.

"Get!" Cody snapped at the backstage crew and they all scurried away. I leaned my arms back against a crate that was behind me. I was dressed in my ring gear, a pair of silver booty shorts, black wrestling boots, silver knee-pads and a tight black Lycra sports bra.

"What can I do for you boys now?" I asked, pushing a lock of hair away from my face.

"Randy wants to see you" Cody answered, his soft lisp playing through.

"And does Randy always send you boys to do his chores?" Both of them looked at me, and then looked at each other before they each took hold of one of my arms and started tugging me down the corridor.

"Hey! Get your paws off me, I can walk for myself, thank you very much". The both of them looked at me once more and continued to drag me down the hall. I winced as their fingers dug into my upper arms, hard enough to leave bruises.

We came to a door which read 'Randy Orton' on it and it was flung open. I was practically thrown inside and the hands left my arms as I stood face to face with 'The Viper'. He looked me up and down, taking in every feature about me with narrowed eyes.

"Leave us be boys" he signalled to Ted and Cody. Both nodded slowly and left the room. "Well, Noah, welcome. I have a few things I'd like to discuss with you" he murmured softly.

"Bite me Randall. Did you have to be such a coward that you had to send your two cronies to drag me in here. I swear to god, if I have bruises, someone will get their arse kicked"

"So feisty" he muttered, moving around me with his arms folded "I always liked your spunk".

"Too bad I don't feel the same about you" I glared as I followed him. He came back to stand in front of me and I stared up at him defiantly.

He took a step closer to me, his hard, toned body almost touching my smaller one. He tilted my head with his hand under my chin and then he leaned down closer to me. I almost thought he was going to kiss me but his fingers tucked my hair behind my ear and he pressed his mouth against it, whispering words into my ear.

This went on for about 5 minutes before the door opened and he pulled back instantly.

"Think about it" he spoke before waving his hand and Ted and Cody moved me out of the room and shut it in my face. I let out the breath I was holding and stared at the door, lifting a hand and running it over his name.

He'd left me with some food for thought, but I had a match next which was far more important.

As the camera stopped rolling, the door opened and Ted was first out. He took me in his arms and held me tightly, one hand resting on the back of my head.

"We didn't hurt you right?" he asked. I shook my head against his chest and then pulled back with a smile.

"I might just survive". He smiled and ran his thumb over my lips softly. He nodded before kissing my cheek. I looked over his shoulder to see Randy standing at the door. He rubbed his lips together and then nodded a little and turned away, going back inside the room. I lifted my arms and wrapped them around Ted's neck, lacing my fingers into his hair and holding him against me, burying my face into the side of his neck, when he pulled me against him, my feet almost leaving the floor.

'Get Sexy' played throughout the arena, as the neon lights flashed. I came out from the curtain, completing my entrance as I made my way down to the ring. I stood in the ring as my music faded out and I waited for my opponent, taking up the time my stretching my limbs keeping my body warm.

'Sliced Bread' played throughout the arena and I groaned as the horrible noise spread through. The fans booed as Jillian emerged from the curtain, doing her entrace as her out of tune voice sang her theme song. I continued to warm up and waited as she got in the ring. It was announced that this was part of the 8 match Diva's Title Tournament.

The referee started the match and we both instantly laced fingers and grappled with one another. I smiled as I overpowered her and then kicked her in the stomach. I let go of her hands and grabbed one arm and whipped her into the ropes. She ducked under my arm as I went to 'Clothesline' her. So I whipped in the opposite ropes and ran at her until she knocked me to the mat with a 'Dropkick'. I groaned and lay on my stomach, attempting to get up. She grabbed my hair and I winced as she pulled me to my feet. She whipped me into the turnbuckle and walked back across the ring, holding her hands in the air above her head. She let off a horrible scream and then started her set up for the 'Crash Test Splash'. I moved out of the way at the last second and her back hit the turnbuckle.

I turned my back and she moved at me again but I turned back towards her. I dipped under her arm and then tripped her up. She fell flat on the floor. I grabbed her hair and pulled her into a sitting position. I stood behind her, wound my right leg around her arm, wrapped one arm around her neck and then fell back to the floor as my other leg wound around her throat as well. I then used my free hand to tug on her other arm, locking her into a 'Spider's Twist'.

She started screaming almost immediately and as I tugged harder on her arm, she tapped the mat continuously. The referee called for the bell, indicating I'd won the match with a submission. I tugged a few more times on her arm before I let her go and unwound myself from around her.

I heard the commotion from the fans all around me and as I stood up and my hand was held in victory, the cheers got louder. Jillian was rolling in the ring, in agony and I just cast a small smile at her before leaving the ring, holding up a peace sign to the crowd.

Walking backstage, I was cornered my Josh Matthews. I smiled at him and looked at the camera as he started to speak.

"Now er...Noah, we just seen you perform a submission move we've never seen from any Diva in this business. Can you explain what just happened?"

"Simple, Josh. I call it 'The Web'. It's a 'Spider Twist' submission move developed by a Japanese woman wrestler. It leaves your opponent in agony. This is one of my signature/finishing moves. It was designed to get a tap out every single time its applied. And that's exactly what I intend to use to for. I'm here to be a competitor and that's what I just done. I competed and I won. That's all I have to say" I replied, walking off camera and heading to my locker room.

"Hey John!" I said as I moved up alongside him in the corridor.

"'Sup Mama?" he replied "Nice move, I just watched it on screen. You got skills baby".

I stared to laugh and hooked my arm around his.

"Thanks. I wanted something that was foolproof and I got it. You busy?"

"Ummmm.....nope, I came to see if Randy wants to go for a beer after the show".

"Sweet, wanna sit in my locker room and watch the rest of the show?"

"Lead the way Mama".

I walked back towards my locker room, John in tow. I opened the door and went inside, telling him to grab a drink from the fridge and sit down at the TV. I walked over to the small desk and picked up a brown envelope with the words Script - RAW - 11/01/10 on the front. I tore the top open and took it out. There was a post-it note on the front, telling me which pages my stuff was on. I flicked through it and read over it a little.

However, when I got to the bit about my match, my jaw almost unhinged and fell to the floor. I read and re-read it but the words never changed. I was about to take place in one of the most controversial matches on RAW for a long time. Next week was going to be explosive.

END OF CHAPTER

A/N 2: Well there you have it. Hope you liked it. Next chapter will have more drama. Review please. Thank You XxX