So this is pretty awesome. I've had a lot more time to write, along with other stuff I've been needing to get done. I'm totallly in love with this story, It'll be coming out a lot more now that I'm having a creative spree XD. Please enjoy! Thank you to everyone who reviews, favs and reads! I love you guys!

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Evan Bourne's music blared as he bounced into the ring. He was smiling and bubbly as always, so excited to see his fans, and they returned the excitement, screaming and reaching their hands out. He passed right in front of me, a screaming child from two rows behind me almost jumped the barrier, when he was apprehended by what looked to be his mother. I watched Evan fly around the ring, getting knocked down constantly, but ultimately landed an beautiful shooting star press, winning the match. As he rolled away from the pin, our eyes locked. He lied on his side and smiled, springing up and his victory was announced.

I stopped breathing when he spun around to look at me and fanned to the crowd, who roared back. He proceeded to slide out of the ring and walk back up the ramp. He disappeared behind the wall and the crowd grew chatter-y before the next segment.

"That was amazing! Did you see that! He looked right at us!" I heard two girls screech behind us. Carter and I shook our heads.

Suddenly a large hand was placed on my shoulder, I jumped under the pressure. I was forcefully spun around to see a security guard dressed in all black.

"Dwayne?" His deep voice rattled in my ears.

I nodded.

"Please step out this way," He motioned toward the door.

Carter looked at me and mouthed 'What's wrong'

'I don't know' I mouthed back and walked toward the guard.

He led me out of the arena and silently walked to a door at the end of about 7 flights of stairs. He unlocked the door and proceeded forward, not looking back. Not that I would have run anyway. I have no doubt that this man could turn around and bite my leg off.

I soon noticed we were back stage, lots of men in black with ear pieces scurrying about the narrow hallways. I was led, still in silence, I became jittery and focused on the clacking of heels on the concrete ground.

He dropped me off in front of a blank black door, he knocked on the door and told me to wait. Then he left. Not only was I freaked out, now I wad being left in the hands of a-

"DWAYNE!" I heard a high-pitched scream, and was knocked onto the ground by a running jump-hug. Evan was on top of me, eyes gleaming. "O my god! How could you just run off! You didn't even say good bye!"

"I'm sorry Evan, I was kinda in a hurry."

He pulled me off the ground and through the still open door.

The room was small, with a leather love seat on one side, next to a white mini fridge. The bright red carpet was adorned with questionable black stains and burn marks.

I then saw Dave Batista sitting on the couch, looking less than pleased.

Evan still had firm grip on my arm, so running wasn't an option.

"Dave, this is Dwayne! I told you about him before!"

I pipped out a greeting, he was unresponsive.

"Dave! Don't be rude! Say hi!" Evan placed his hands on his hips.

Batista simply smiled and roughly wrapped a huge arm around Evan's waist and pulled him into a kiss.

"Dave," He moaned into the larger man's mouth. "Don't," he coyly pushed away. Batista them moved his hand down to grab Evan's ass. The small man squeaked and pushed away.

Batista looked at me and smirked, "Sup" He said cooly.

I nodded my head at him, we seemed to be on even ground.

We all turned when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Evan sang, taking a seat next to Batista, leaving me to stand awkwardly in the center of the small room.

As the door began to open, we heard a deep voice say, "Hey Dave I just wanted to-"

There he stood, the light shown brightly off of his oiled body. Dressed in only his ring attire, Randy stood staring right back at me.

The room was silent as the Viper collected himself.

"Let's go Evan," Batista ordered and walked out through the door.

"But I wanna watch!" Evan whined.

Let's go Evan!" Batista barked and snapped his fingers.

Evan frowned and reluctantly got up and followed his lover. Dave slapped a hand to Evan's ass and the little man squeaked and jumped away.

Randy, who was looking at the ground, walked past me, and sat on the couch, his head in his hands.

I took a seat on the floor, and started playing with my hair.

"It hasn't been two years yet, you know?" He said. I wasn't sure if he was being serious, or not.

"Yeah," I responded, amazing conversational skills at work.

"Was it that bad?" He whispered, "could you just not take it?"

"Yes," I gulped, "I just needed to see you." I felt like a moron, why didn't I just announce my white hot love for him while I was being all mushy.

"You kind of ruined it." He lifted is head up, "I was going to wait two years before I saw you again."

"You were going to come see me?" My heart jumped and I couldn't breath for a moment.

He nodded, "I haven't stopped thinking about what I said to you. Or what happened in that hotel."

"Me either." Wow, I should be a public speaker.

"Come here." I didn't move, "I just want to hold you again."

I nodded and crawled into his lap, being coated in oil.

"God, I've missed you." He pressed his lips to the top of my head, my colorful hair sticking up. I curled up and began to sob. He stroked my back and pacified me.

"Shh shh shh." He lulled me, rocking back and forth. I would have fallen asleep, if I didn't remember Carter, who was still sitting in the crowd, alone. I jumped up, knocking my head against his jaw.

"Ow!" I held my head in my hand, "I have to go, my friend is still sitting out there! Bye Randy, it's nice to see you, I'll met up with you after the show," I stumbled out of the door, a little dizzy, trying to navigate back to the main lobby.

After about 10 confusing minutes, stumbling around, I ended up back in my seat, with Carter.

"Dwayne! What happened!"

"I- uh, I saw Evan and Batista and Randy." I made sure not to announce this to the other members of the audience.

Carter gaped at me "WHAT?" He screamed and grabbed my shoulders, "Did he propose? Was it totally romantic? Well of course it was, but did he get down on one knee? That's what Jacob did. Do you think Jacob and him will get along? Is his like he is in the ring? I bet he's super nice. Is he nice? Was he just like you remember? Did you two make sweet love in one of the dressing rooms? Was he gentle enough, like are you going to bruises? I don't see any love bites, did he mark you anywhere?" Carter spit out a string of questions at the speed of light. I clapped my hand over his mouth and shushed him violently.

"We talked and hugged, then I head-butted him in the chin, and ran out, OK?"

Carter looked at me horrified. "You have no social skills." He shook his head at me.

"I know..." I plopped back into my seat. "We're going to met up after the show."

"Screw the show!" Carter grabbed all of his things and pulled me down an aisle of sweaty people into the main lobby.

"Cart! Just chill!" I grabbed his shoulders and shook him back and forth.

"Dwayne, do you know what is happening backstage right now?" Carter shrugged me off and lowered his voice, "Randy Orton is sitting in his dressing room. Thinking only about you. And he will be thinking about you until he sees you again. So we're going to make him wait."

"Wait! No, I want to see him now!" I whined.

"That's tough shit. You have to play hard to get! This is Randy Orton we're talking about! He can have anyone in the world that he wants! You have to at least try make it seem like you're not completely obsessed. You don't have to ignore him, leave him with just enough that he is the one coming back for more."

I had to admit that sounded good. But the time I spent away from him seemed like an eternity, but to have him chase after me? That sounded amazing.

"Well how long do I have to wait?"

"Just a little bit after the show. We will have him pacing around outside for a few minutes. That will give him enough time to wonder where you are. Then, BOOM! All these thoughts rushing around his head. Maybe you didn't want to come back! maybe you were kidnapped by a muscly man with white van! Maybe you're pants were charmed off by a man you met during the show. And suddenly, he's running to you like a mouse to cheese!" Carter slapped his hands together.

"Well, OK... What after that? What if he wants to go back to his hotel?" I sighed.

Carter put his arm around my shoulder, "Go. Seem interested, and go in there, but whatever you do, DO NOT have sex with him."

I cocked my head, "Why?"

"We want him to chase you right? Leave him wanting 'more'."

I nodded, getting the plan.

"Now listen, the show ends in about 10 minutes, then people will be rushing out into this room," his arm swept across the room, "You are going to run out side inside that group, slip up against the side of the building and inch around the back. Make sure you're in the shadows, so no one can see you. I want you to wait for 10 minutes before making your move. Go to your meeting place only if he's standing there, if you don't see him, stay hidden and wait."

"We don't actually have a meeting place." I looked away.

Cater sighed, "You can't make this easy can you? "

Then a huge rush of footsteps could be heard, rushing out of the cramped arena . Assorted chattering and a huge wave of WWE fans burst through the door.

"Fine! Just go wait somewhere outside. Then go look for him by his truck." Carter pushed me into the mob.

"But what are you going to do?" I asked, being pulled away.

"I have some phone sex to catch up on!" He yelled to me, almost half-way across the room.