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Randy lie there watching her sleep as he chuckled to himself and smiled. He knew they had to get up, they had to go to some appearance thing, and then they'd promised they'd meet her father and her stepmother for dinner that afternoon, but she just looked so peaceful, he couldn't help but want to let her sleep late.

Finally, he couldn't anymore. He leaned over, feathering kisses gently over her neck and shoulders as he whispered, "Kylie.. We gotta get up now, babe."

Kylie groaned as she shoved her head underneath her pillow and muttered, "Too fucking early." as Randy chuckled again and said "Babe.. It's almost 12."

Those words had his pintsized blonde girlfriend up and running, and almost frantically at that. "Oh my god, seriously? How the hell did we oversleep?"

Randy shrugged then said "I slept through the wake up call. And then you slept through Layla calling to wake you up, again. By the way, she told me to tell you that you should pick a new ring back. .Said she's tired of hearing the Gummybear song when she calls."

"And I like hearing Wannabe by the Spice Girls?" Kylie asked, laughing a little as Randy shrugged and playfully swatted at her bum then said "So.. We have that whole 'wedding' photoshoot today.. Nervous?"

Kylie smiled as she thought about it and then shaking her head said "No. Not in the slightest. Now..I'm dressed, Randy.. What's your excuse?" as Randy's arms went around her and he leaned in whispering, "Ya don't have to be dressed right now." as he kissed along her neck, chuckling when she blushed a little.

"Randyyyyy." Kylie started as she turned around, grabbed the tanktop he wore and pulled herself completely against him. Randy moved to sit her on the countertop and completely engrossed himself in kissing her. Until the door burst open.

His eyes went cold and he spun around after saying, "Stay in the bathroom, baby."

Brock Lesnar stood in their hotel room and Randy didn't think, he just attacked. "You son of a bitch. How the fuck did you find our room. And why the fuck are you in it?"

"Because this wedding is NOT happening. Not if I have any say in it." Brock said as he crossed his arm, crazy look in his eyes.

Randy got into his face and growling smirked as he said "Maybe you didn't hear, Lesnar.. But Levesque is her daddy. Not you. And yes.. It already has happened.. Or did you miss the memo you fucking fuck?"

Brock swung and Randy lunged, sending the man out into the hallway, as they continued to fight viciously. Kylie texted Cody and Ted, Sheamus and John quickly, and before long, it was a four man on one fight. As her father and Shawn got down the hallway to help, Brock turned to her and said "I just want what's best for you, Kylie.. The man's a monster. And I've been in your life half of your life."

"You are still NOT my father. How many damn times do I have to tell you this, Lesnar?" Kylie asked as she slapped him across the face and then said "Just get out of my sight. Leave now before I do something rash. He is my husband. And I'm not going to change that, just because Brock Lesnar doesn't like it.. Because when it all comes down, Lesnar, you're only pissed because not only did my mother leave you, I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole."

Brock stormed off, a plan already formulating in his mind. He'd get them back. All of them. He'd hit them all where it hurt. If it killed him, he would have his revenge.