"Thank you, Vince. I mean, I know you've always liked us to give ideas for the storylines and what not." Randy said, standing.
"Yeah, son, I mean, I like your idea. I'll tell Stephanie about it as soon as you leave and we'll change the format this week. Ratings have been great the past few weeks, and I can only imagine where this will take us." Vince said beaming at Randy.
"Thank you. You will not be disappointed." he said, exiting the room and smiling to himself as he made his way to the curtain.
"What are you so happy about?" Amy asked, smirking.
"Oh, you'll see. Just follow my lead out there, alright?" he urged.
"What are you talking about, Randy? You promised to stick to the script." she said, rolling her eyes.
"And I am. I just ran it over with Vince and I explained everything. I think we'll both be happy at the results." he said smiling. "Trust me." he whispered, touching her shoulder gently.
"Alright, whatever you say." she said, throwing her script onto the table before hearing Randy's music start.
"I've gotta... hold you're hand." he whispered against her ear, sending chills up her spine.
She simply held her hand out, not being able to utter a clear response. She was almost upset with herself that he still had such an effect on her, but she allowed herself to be led through the curtain into the glitz and lights of the wrestling world.
She heard the crowd yelling loudly as the entered and made their way into the ring. She noticed the red carpet laying over the normal blue, canvas matting and instantly became confused. She knew it was only used for interview segments and special occasions, but she couldn't recall anything in the script that called for the carpet to be laid out.
As Randy grabbed the microphone, she felt him squeeze her hand gently before their eyes locked. She arched his brow and shock his head, almost signaling to her that things were going to be okay. She managed a weak smile before he addressed the audience.
"Not normally, I'd come out here and talk about my great accomplishments or what a great athlete and champion I am, but tonight, it's a little bit different. Tonight, I have to focus on something bigger and better than that. Tonight, my attention is drawn to one thing, and one thing only." he said before turning his attention to Amy. "The Women's Champion, Ava."
She looked at him, clearly confused before Randy faced her and smiled. She knew this wasn't in the script and she couldn't help but wonder what was going on and what Randy had talked to Vince with only minuted before the entered the ring.
"Ava, you've made me the happiest person, both professionally and personally. And, I can't help but share with everyone around the world with the happiness I feel when I'm around you. I can't think of any better way than to display that publicly to everyone how we feel about each other. So, with that being said, I wanna give you something and I just hope you make me half as happy." he said before pulling a ring out of his pocket.
Amy continued to displayed a confused look until Randy smiled at her and rested the microphone at his lips once more.
"Let me do this right." he said, laughing easily, as the fans continued to jeer.
He knelt down on his one knee before Amy covered her mouth with her hands. She knew she hadn't read that in the script and she couldn't help but wonder why Vince McMahon would agree to what Randy was doing now.
"Will you?" he asked hopefully, beaming at her.
She couldn't help but feel the smile that was spreading across her face, as if she had just won the Women's Championship for the first time all over again. She didn't care if it was a storyline or not, she wished Randy was asking her. The Randy she knew and had fallen in love with.
She simply shook her head yes as Randy slipped the ring on her finger and picked her up before spinning her around. It left it with a completely new set of feelings and thoughts dealing with Randy. Ones she hadn't been ready to take on and it left her even more confused, hurt and heartbroken.
She knew they would undoubtedly talk backstage once everything was said and done. She knew it meant they would have to face one another again and that their roles on camera would be taking a new turn. Rather it be for the better or worse, she wasn't able to tell just yet.
And she couldn't help but wonder why Randy had wanted to pitch the angle to Vince McMahon. It had been risky and bold, but aside from that, she knew Randy was aware of the feelings she harbored towards him and how his wife felt about the storyline between the two. This only made things worse and that much more complicated.
She didn't care at the moment; she allowed herself to breath in the moment of being swept up into Randy's arms as the pair looked out into the jeering audience, all the while, her loving the moment and wishing it never would end.
She felt herself staring at the ring, which she knew was fake, but couldn't get herself around the fact of what had happened out in the ring. Even if it had been nearly 2 hours before hand, she was still left with her thoughts circling in around her and she allowed herself to feel once again where Randy was concerned.
She hadn't wanted to. It wasn't the plan. She was actually starting to get over the fact that they would never be together; that he was a married man and he was doing what was best in sake of his vows, as well as his daughter who was the only innocent being in the entire ordeal. As much as Randy like to talk down on his wife, even she was innocent in the situation, at least where Amy was concerned.
She hadn't heard anyone enter the locker room until she heard the footsteps among the concrete flooring. She shot her eyes up to the door and smiled when she saw John standing there, the layer of sweat lining his forehead. She knew his match was the the main event and seeing as he was, back she knew it would only be a matter of time before Randy would come in to talk to her. Even if it was just about the new turn for their characters, she would have to live and breath the same space he did for that short period of time.
"How you holding up?" John asked, grabbing the towel from the nearby chair and wiping the his sweat-ridden face.
"I've had better days." she replied, laughing uneasily.
"I bet. I didn't even know that was suppose to happen." he said in disbelief.
"It wasn't until Randy ran in to talk to Vince just minutes before the show went to air. I still can't figure out why he would pitch such an idea." she remarked, the confusion setting back in.
"Who knows where that boys head is nowadays. I certainly can't begin to understand him, no matter how many years I've known him." John said, smiling. "But, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta get a shower, honey."
"Alright. Maybe I'll see ya later back at the hotel." she offered, smiling.
"Yeah, but you get some sleep, alright?" he said, shaking his head and arching his brows.
"I'll try. No promises." she said, as he walked into the bathroom before she made her way towards the door.
As she opened it, she almost ran into Randy, who was about to knock. She smiled nervously at him before stepping back and allowing him to enter the locker room. He hadn't taken a shower yet, but as he walked in, she could still smell the familiar scent of his cologne lingering as he passed.
"I uh, guess we have to talk?" he asked, smiling weakly.
"Talking would be nice. Explaining would be a better word, though." she said, folding her arms across her chest.
"Yeah, I figured I wouldn't get off the hook that easy." he said, laughing nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Why don't you shower first and meet me at the hotel later?" she offered, looking at his bare chest, the sight sending her over the edge, making her knees go weak.
"That might be a better idea." he chuckled.
"I'll see ya soon." she said, before walking past him.
"Yeah, see ya later." he muttered after her, before a smile spread across his face and he raced out of the locker room.