A/N: I am very sorry this has taken so long, my laptop busted and I had to go out and buy a new one. Always fun. Thank you to my reviewers from the last chapter; Anis C-Bear, GreyLionDiva, Tenshi no Koneko, Punk81 Kyahbell, Souless666 and Christina89. I hope that you enjoy this one :)

Glen was resisting the urge to either brain himself on the nearest wall, or find a janitor's closet somewhere that he could stuff Tahni into. It had been three days since the incident in the bar and yet she had not stopped complaining about it. Her shower that day had lasted for an hour and a half and she had insisted on brushing her teeth at least every hour. She'd been avoiding Randy ever since. In some ways, Glen was grateful for that, at least there had been no more arguments, but her constant griping was driving him insane and once more he found himself wondering over the bizarre friendship that had developed between him and the impish girl.

"Glen! Are you listening to me?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Are you complaining about Randy again?"

"No." This announcement caused Glen to look at her in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up. He fixed her with a hard look and she stopped walking to look back at him. They just stared at one another for a few moments, before Tahni finally gave in, "Alright, so I was." Glen nodded and then carried on walking. They were heading down to the curtain and Glen was happy in the knowledge that she would have to be quiet, at least for as long as the match lasted. "You read your script, right?"

"Um...was I supposed to?"

"Tahni!"

"What? All they ever say is 'look scared'."

"Oh boy." Glen ran a hand over his head. This was going to be interesting. Alright, so Tahni had no speaking part, but this meant she had no idea what was going to happen. She was going to freak out. Live on television. Perfect. He had no time to quickly fill her in as his music hit and they had to go out to the ring. Tahni seemed to have even more energy than usual, tugging almost constantly at the cuffs which were now a trademark to keep her attached to the bottom rope of the ring. She had become known as some kind of trophy of Kane's, a way of reminding his opponents what would happen if he lost. He won his match, as planned and then exited the ring and released Tahni from the cuffs, saying quietly to her so that only she would hear. "Don't freak out." Tahni frowned at him then her head snapped round as the titantron lit up.

I hear voices in my head,

They counsel me,

They understand,

They talk to me!

"What the hell!?" Tahni stared as Randy appeared at the top of the ramp. She was speechless and Glen wished he'd had time to pause and appreciate it for the miracle that it was, but he had rather more to concentrate on. Namely, a certain third generation superstar, currently running down the ramp with a steel chair in his hands. The information he had not had time to impart to Tahni and that he had not mentioned previously because of her already constant complaining, was that one of the creative writers had seen her kiss Randy and had decided that, since they were planning on turning him baby-face anyway, that it would be good to work him into their storyline.

The audience weren't sure what to make of it, but they were cheering nonetheless. Randy beat Kane down with the chair, leaving the big man laid out on the matted floor, half curled up in pain, one arm curled around his head, a handily placed blood capsule burst over his left eye. Randy then approached Tahni, who was stood, staring at him in mute shock, having still not recovered her voice. He spoke to her loud enough for it to be picked up by the microphones. "Are you alright?" When she didn't answer, he stepped towards her and she jumped back. It wasn't in the script, her reaction was genuine, but the crowd took it as a reaction to having been so badly treated by Kane that she was afraid of pretty much everyone.

Slowly, she seemed to notice where they were, half guessing what was going on and knew that she had an appearance to keep up, even if she didn't fully understand why. She allowed him to put an arm around her shoulders, resisting the desire to make a comment about his oil-slicked skin and let him lead her backstage. As soon as they were through the curtain, she dived away from him and began frantically wiping down her top, "Ew! How much oil do you put on your skin?! My top is ruined!" Randy glared at her, shaking his head, "Have I ever mentioned how annoying you are?" Tahni's head snapped up and she seemed to hone in on him, her emerald eyes narrowing, "What the hell were you even doing out there, Orton?"

"Did you even read your script?"

"No."

"You're such an idiot."

"Assclown."

"Can't you come up with something new?"

"Why change a tried and tested method? God, why did they have to include you in our storyline?"

"Well, if you hadn't kissed me, I wouldn't have to be involved in your stupid storyline!"

"Well, if you had shut up, I wouldn't have kissed you!"

"Oh, so you always kiss people who talk too much? It's a wonder you're not permanently sucking on a mirror then!" Tahni gasped and for a moment, Randy felt a sense of victory at having gotten one over on her, but moments later the smirk was wiped off his face as he felt himself hit the ground. The crazy imp had tackled him to the floor! He was too shocked to move as she grabbed him by the ears and bounced his head off the floor. He saw stars, recovering enough to be grateful that this was an area where a lot of superstar stretched, so the floor was matted. She weighed nothing at all, he could hardly feel her sitting on him as she lifted his head to bounce it again, but abruptly, the small amount of pressure caused by her weight, was gone. Randy lay there for a moment, just staring up, before he sat up to see Glen holding onto Tahni who was wriggling and kicking in his hold. "Let me go! Get off me you giant....giant person! Get off!" She tipped her head right back to glare at Glen, who simply looked down at her with a bored expression. It was clear that it was taking very little effort from him to hold onto her as she put in every ounce of her strength to try and fight him off. Glen then turned his eyes on Randy enquiringly, "You alright, Orton?" Randy scowled and shoved himself to his feet, "Alright? Alright?! If you can't control your pets, Jacobs, you shouldn't bring them to work with you."

"Hey, come on. There's no need for that."

"She bounced my head off the floor!"

"I would have done it sooner, but your head's so small it's hard to get a good grip." Glen let out an exasperated sigh as Tahni decided to chip in to the conversation. Randy glared at her, his eyes boring out of his eyes like chips of steel. "Fuck. You." He pronounced the two words very slowly and with great exaggeration, Tahni just smirked at him, "You. Wish."

"I hate you."

"The feeling's mutual."

"You are the most unprofessional person I have ever had the displeasure to meet!"

"This coming from the person that got the Heavyweight Title taken off him because he couldn't act." It was immediately clear that this was exactly the wrong thing to say. Randy stalked towards her and she wriggled free of Glen's arms to square up to him, though the top of her head only just about reached his chin. She tilted her head back to meet his furious glare. His hands moved, quicker than anyone could have anticipated, to grasp her face and he crashed his lips against hers in a violent kiss that was clearly meant to be a punishment. She wriggled wildly, hitting and kicking out at him. He released her after a few long moments, smirked and then simply walked away. Glen quickly grabbed Tahni as she made to run after him. "Let me go!"

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to kill him!"

"Now, Tahni, we've discussed this. If you kill Randy, we don't get paid."

"I don't care! I am going to kill him!"

"No killing Orton."

"Why?!"

"Because I can't afford the insurance claim."

"Fuck the insurance! I'm going to kill him!"

"Then who will you annoy?"

"I'll annoy The Miz...he looks like he could do with being annoyed."

"No, Tahni."

"Why not?"

"Because Mike is annoying enough without your help."

"Mike?"

"The Miz."

"Yes...but who is Mike?"

"Mike is The Miz."

"The Miz, is The Miz."

"He's called Mike."

"No, he's called The Miz."

"Okay, Tahni."

"I need a shower...with bleach."

"Bleach?"

"Baby oil is really difficult to get off."

"Ah."

"Glen?"

"Yes?"

"Can I kill Orton now?"

"No, Tahni."

"Why not?"

"Because you kill Orton, Vince kills me, I get Mark to resurrect me and then I kill you."

"So...killing Orton...kills me?"

"Precisely."

"Fuck."