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The Next raw came around and I was full of energy as I entered the arena. I sipped on an energy drink as usual, my other hand held my whip. This was a dangerous combination, other people seemed to know this and stayed away from me and I bounced through the corridors, finding my room. I plopped my stuff down and changed into my gear. I picked my whip and drink back up and darted out into the hallway once again. I burst into John's room. I could hear his shower running. I locked the door and sat down in one of the chairs. Finally, the shower stopped and I quickly sat in a provocative position. He emerged.
"Nicolette?" He said grinning.
"Yes?" I said almost whispering.
"What are you doing here?"
"Just came to see my boyfriend, that's all," I said shrugging.
"I'll tell him you stopped by." I stood up and walked towards him. I pulled the whip around the back of his neck.
"Sounds great, can we not tell him about this?" I said seductively, before pulling him into a kiss. I could feel him smiling as I kissed him. I pulled away and kissed his warm neck, before gently nibbling all the way down to his collar bone. He let out a small moan. He sat down in the chair and I straddled him, never breaking the kiss. I could feel his growing excitement through his towel. This time I smiled. I broke the kiss, and stood up. I opened his towel, he looked at me, eyes full of desire. I put him in my mouth as I began removing my own shorts.
"Oh Nicolette," he moaned. Once my shorts were off, I sat back onto his lap slowly, lowering myself onto his member. "Oh my god." I bounced up an down on him, I could tell that with the intensity, this wasn't going to take as long as it usually went.
"I think I'm going to…" I said holding back a moan.
"I am to, just let it go babe." I sped up my motion until we both let out moans of completion. I got off of him, trying to catch my breath. He smiled at me.
"Well look at the time," I said laughing.
"Yeah, shows about to start. I have to say that this was a nice surprise," he said with a wink, as he began to get dressed.
"I try my best. I just couldn't wait until after the show," I said innocently.
"Well, I fully intend to return the favor very soon."
" I like the sound of that."
"Me to. Well, you should go freshen up babe, you have sex hair!"
"Damn it! I will see you later." I kissed him and darted out of the door.
I was in my room, touching up when John Laurinitis came out into the ring. I got up and rushed over to Randy's room, just in time to hear some of Johnny Ace's spiel.
"We have had some inappropriate behavior on our show the last couple of weeks. I have had enough of it, I wont stand for it. Consequences must be given and justice will be served tonight!" The crowd booed him yet his cocky smile remained. "First, I want to talk to the Viper Randy Orton!"
We looked at each other and stood up, rushing over to the curtain.
"Damn it, you really fucked up this time!" I scolded him.
"It'll be fine," he said dismissively.
We sauntered down to the ring together, the crowd cheered. I smiled as I grabbed a microphone.
"What do you need Big Johnny?" I asked irritably. "There have been a lot of poor behavior lately but I'm sure your little pets will get off Scot free…"
"With all do respect Miss Sparks, I didn't call you down here, I called down Mr. Orton here to talk." I handed Randy the mic.
"What do you want?" He spat.
"What I want is to punish you for your actions last week," Laurinitis said aggressively
"I didn't do anything that everybody else hasn't done."
"You assaulted the referee. That is inappropriate behavior and I wont have it! I have decided to punish you…you are suspended for two weeks." The crowd booed.
"That's bullshit!" I yelled into the microphone.
"You are next on my list Nicolette. You have been out of control since the day you arrived here in the WWE. I have had enough."
"How long am I suspended then?" I spat angrily.
"Oh, I'm not suspending you…I'm giving you a match. It will be you versus Jack Swagger tonight…good luck." He said, smiling smugly.
"I don't need luck, Mr, Laurinitis. Thanks anyways."
"Next on my list is Sheamus. Don't bother coming out here, I'll make it quick because of last weeks match, tonight you'll face The Miz and Cody Rhodes in a handicap match." Just then, Eve Torres came down to the ring. She stepped through the ropes with a big smile on her face. Randy and I started to leave. She whispered into the GM's ear. He nodded. "Don't go anywhere you two! You guys are going to want to stick around for this. So it looks like the last person on my disciplinary list tonight is Wade Barrett."
Wade's music hit and he walked confidently down to the ring. He to grabbed a mic and stood next to Randy and I.
"What exactly are you accusing me of?" He asked politely.
"Well… I'll let Ms. Torres explain." Eve took a step towards us.
"Wade, you are getting in trouble for inappropriate conduct."
"That is rubbish and you know it," Wade said calmly.
"I figured you'd say that, so I brought a clip!" She chirped excitedly. "Play it!"
The titantron showed me mocking Wade and then Wade carrying me over his shoulder and throwing me into the shower. I pulled him in. The clip jumped to when I was refused a towel and stripped. The clip stopped.
I felt my cheeks redden. I was mortified that the entire WWE universe saw that little scene. I looked at Randy then to Wade.
"What misconduct is there?" He asked.
"You practically assaulted a WWE diva. We wont allow that."
"I was clearly laughing, Eve. What part of that justifies calling it an assault?" I asked her irritated.
"Regardless, the board has given us permission to dole out punishment." She said in a peppy tone.
"So Wade, you are also suspended two weeks. The suspensions go into effect immediately. That is all," Laurinitis said before turning and leaving with Eve. I was furious.
I stomped up the ramp and went directly into my dressing room. I paced around the room trying to calm down for about ten minutes. Finally, my match was up. I nervously walked to the curtain. This was the first time in awhile, I had a match without Randy by my side. I was being set up to fail and I knew it.
My music hit and I sauntered down to the ring, a huge smile on my face. I wasn't going to let Laurinitis think he has me nervous, I wont let him win. Jack Swagger came down next. I had never realized what a giant man he was until he came down to that ring to face me.
The bell rang. I used my speed to my advantage. I snuck behind him and kicked him in the back. He fell to his knees. I kicked him again, this time in the back of his head. I tried to get a grip on him and instead he grabbed me. He slammed me hard onto the mat. I reeled in pain on the mat. He kicked me hard in the ribs a few times with his giant feet. He continued to have control for the next couple of minutes. He tossed me around like a rag doll. He was targeting my left arm and left ankle. He picked me up and power slammed me to the ground. A sharp pain shot through my arm and back. He got the ankle lock on my ankle. I tried to get to the ropes but I was weakened. He was a foot taller and a little over a hundred pounds heavier. I was screwed. I refused to give up despite my screams of agony. I felt myself losing consciousness from the pain.
When I regained consciousness, I was laying on my back. The medic rolled me over to check me out. I pushed him away. They tried to get me on the stretcher. I refused and kicked it. They kept trying to touch me and help me up the ramp. I wouldn't allow it. I hobbled up the ramp, limping and holding my arm. I fought back tears. Once behind the curtain, I limped to my locker room. I opened the door, I was greeted with a chair to the head. I remember seeing Cody Rhodes face before I blacked out.
I woke up being carried in someone's arms. I looked up.
"Hey Sparks, are you okay?" Randy asked softly.
"Mhmm. What happened?"
"You got ambushed, hun. Fucking ambushed."
He carried me into the medics room. After taking a look the doc told me I had a sprained ankle and a dislocated left shoulder. The cut on my forehead only needed a bandaging. I was lucky considering. They gave me some pain medicine. I began to feel insanely fuzzy headed.
"This may still hurt…"the doctor warned.
"Randy?" I called out. He came over to me.
"What Nic?" He said softly, concern in his voice.
"He-He told me this was going to hurt…will you hold my hand?" I asked him. He smiled.
"Of course." He took my hand into his big strong one. "Squeeze as much as you need." I nodded.
"Okay, Nicolette. On three! One…two…three." He popped it back into place.
"Mother fucking…son of a whore," I yelled, grabbing the arm. He placed it into a sling.
"Now I'll send you home with some pain pills to eliminate any discomfort. You wont be cleared to wrestle for awhile…" the doctor trailed.
"Fucking peachy! Randy…can you take me home?" I asked sadly.
"Okay, Sparks. We'll go."
He put my pills into my gear bag and carried me out of the room. I was holding my crutches. He placed me into the car and we rode in silence. He carried me up to our room. He'd cancelled mine because he needed to keep an eye on me...his opinion, not mine. He set me on the bed and opened my suitcase. He grabbed a pair of my pj's out.
"Here you go, I'll turn around so you can change," He said softly. I smiled.
"Thank you but I don't know if I can get the shirt on with my arm the way it is."
"I can help…if you want. I mean I have seen you in a swimsuit…and half naked in the locker room. It's not like I haven't seen it before," he said tentatively with a chuckle.
"Good point! I will be needing help…if you don't mind."
"Of course not Nic." He walked over to me and helped me unlace my corset. I handed him the shirt off of the bed. He grabbed it and helped slip it on gently.
"Thanks, Orton. Who knew you were more than just a pretty face?" I said with a wink.
"I'm going to focus on the fact that you think I'm pretty." I giggled.
"Men and their huge egos!" I said with a sigh. He shook his head.
"You are a pain in the ass, Sparks!" He joked. I just smiled at him as I laid down on my bed, tucking myself under the covers. He went into the bathroom, emerging after a few minutes only wearing a pair of sweat pants.
"Goodnight Orton," I said groggily.
"Night, Sparks." He turned the light off and I fell asleep.