Lacey's POV

I walked with a hasty pace, not sure what suddenly came over me. I was eager to get to Randy, maybe hoping that spending time with him would help me through the promo tonight.

"Woah, woah, woah," Someone reached their arm out and I ran into into, causing me to stop. John looked at me with wide eyes. "Where's the fire at?" I pressed my lips into a tight smile.

"John." I said in a calmly controlled voice. He looked me up and down.

"You have new ring-gear," He observed. "You usually only wear pink or blue." It was such a small detail that I was surprised he even noticed. The deep ruby sparkles was something that caught my eyes every time I looked down, and it was dazzling.

"Yeah. Out with the old and in with the new, I guess." I said impatiently. John hesitated and took his hat off, scratching his head. We were right outside the men's locker room, and I glanced at it desperately, knowing Randy was somewhere inside. "Can you do me a favor and go and get Randy?" I asked him. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped and instead smiled somewhat sadly.

"Sure." He agreed, though his voice was brisk. I instantly regretted my shortness with him as he turned and entered the locker room. My guilt continued to grow as I waited all alone.

Randy's POV

I laced up my boots, ignoring the sounds of the many men around me as they chatted and changed for the night. A few had already wrestled and were showering but most were getting ready, like myself. As always, I was given my own corner of space where I was left in solitude.

"Randy!" I turned my head at the sound of my name being called and the locker room quieted as eyes turned to look at me. John was shouldering his way through to me with empty eyes. "Lacey's waiting on you." Without another word, he turned back around and walked away. I continued to earn stares as I walked through the crowd, and to the door. Sure enough, there she was, leaning against the wall opposite of the door. The first thing that caught my eye was the striking red color of her attire against her tan skin. Her brown eyes were worried.

"I think I've upset John…" She murmured as soon as she saw me. She winced as the door slammed behind me.

"He didn't look too pleased." I told her and she sighed. I wondered briefly what happened between them before I decided I didn't care.

"We match." She said suddenly, her voice nonchalant, and when I looked down I noticed the accents on my wrestling trunks were red, the very same red as her outfit.

"Huh, I guess we do." I agreed. She crossed her arms and looked up at me expectantly.

"Do you want to go somewhere and figure out what we're going to say?"

"I don't think we need to plan out what we're going to say," I said. "Most of the greatest promos happened without a script, and to be honest, I'm bad when it comes to remembering lines. But we can go somewhere; I think we have about thirty minutes." She nodded thoughtfully.

"Fair enough," She said. "Any ideas?"

"'Outside the back of the arena." I said instantly. A new light shined in her eye.

"I had a feeling you'd say that." She turned and led the way to the exit, and I watched her long hair lightly hit her back every time she took a step. It was like a long waterfall that plunged down to the small of her back, and her swaying hips reminded me of a tree bending in the wind.

Once outside in the refreshing air, we stood together in an united silence. For once in a long time, I felt as if I wasn't alone in an absence of sound; I was sharing the silence with Lacey. We didn't have to speak, but that was okay.

"So…you come out first, and speak, and then you introduce me out?" She spoke up after about ten minutes of us standing together and looking at the city. I nodded and looked down at her smooth face and wide eyes that resembled a doll.

"And then we wing it." I said. She nodded back, looking nervous.

"Hopefully I won't freeze up." She murmured. I patted her back and reached for the door that would lead us back inside.

"You'll be fine," I reassured her and pulled on the door. It wouldn't budge and I frowned, turning my full attention to it. I gave another tug, but it still wouldn't open. Lacey turned now with a frown and watched as I tried pulling yet again.

"Are you sure it's not one of those 'push' instead of 'pull' doors?" She asked after watching me pull with all of my strength. I shoved against the door but it still wouldn't open. "Are you sure you're trying?"

"Okay, why don't you give it a shot, Olympian." I snapped, stepping back. She ignored my outburst and simply grabbed onto the handle, giving it a fierce pull. When nothing happened, she tried to push, which still resulted in nothing. Turning back to me, I could see panic beginning to rise on her face. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." I groaned.

"Okay, okay, so we're locked out of the arena," She began, and I could tell it was taking a lot to keep her calm. "Let's just get in through the back way that we always enter through." I was shaking my head.

"They lock that up once the show starts." She blinked rapidly, and bit her lip.

"Then…then…we can just…go around to the front entrance. I mean, they'll let us in. They know us." She suggested.

"Do you have any idea how many people will be there?" She glared.

"Well then, Randy Orton, what do you suggest we do? Break down the door? We have maybe ten minutes before our promo, and we need to get inside right now in order to be ready for it. The front entrance is all I can think of, and unless you have any brilliant ideas, I'm going through the front." She pushed past me and started to make her way around the front, towards the bright lights and noise of people and fans outside the arena. I followed after her begrudgingly knowing I didn't have much of a choice. "Mr. McMahon is going to be pissed when he hears about this one," She muttered under her breath as she walked briskly.

"Maybe he'll congratulate us for our quick thinking," I said sarcastically, and she chuckled. As soon as we rounded the corner and stepped into the light, nearly a dozen people who were standing around recognized us and rushed to surround us, asking for autographs and looking for a camera that might be following us. We ignored them and pushed on, but it only got worse when we entered the actually arena, and were face to face with the merch stand and all of it's buyers.

"Go to the left!" I tried to say to Lacey over the screaming and yelling, though I could barely hear myself. I pushed my way through, but realized a few steps in that I had lost the much smaller woman, and saw her surrounded by a group of men and women. She was peering around frantically, and I pushed my way through the crowd again and grabbed her hand.

"Excuse us, please," I tried to say to the fans, but they, naturally, didn't listen. I pulled Lacey through the people and to my side, before I wrapped an arm around her waist and held her against me as I walked, effectively keeping her with me. We finally reached security while still being followed by a throng of people.

"Can you led us backstage, please?" I asked, and the two men nodded. One of them stopped to block off the fans, while the other guided us quickly to the backstage setting, where Lacey and I collectively breathed a figurative sigh of relief.

"Thanks…" Lacey thanked my once we were alone. "I couldn't see anything and I was getting groped by the men..and a few women." She frowned and I chuckled.

"Don't worry about it. Let's get to the Gorilla Position, I think we might have less than three minutes before we go on." She nodded, and we once again headed briskly in the direction where we were supposed to be. I was handed my title, and I heard my music play only seconds after we arrived.

"I'm never listening to your suggestions ever again," Lacey said just before I left. I chuckled and had to straighten my face before I walked out into the bright lights and screams of the fans, some of which I had just seen in the arena hallways.

Lacey's POV

Randy's scent still lingered in the air even after he was gone, and it was oddly comforting as I waited alone. I realized I had come to know and recognize his cologne, and I associated the smell with positive thoughts of him. Despite the reassuring smell that hung in the air, my nerves only got more restless even after I was waiting safely in the Gorilla Position because I knew what was going to happen before the end of the show, and I couldn't slow down time.

Randy looked golden in the ring as he spoke of his win against John and the start of a new era. The fans were cheering and hanging onto his every word, much like myself, but I grew even more attentive, if that were possible, when he added me into the equation.

"I am the most lethal superstar backstage, and no one can hold a candle to me. I can take on anyone and beat any of the other champions backstage if that was what I desired. I could be the Intercontinental champion, or the United States champion if I wanted to. But, one thing I could not be…is the Women's champion." The cheers were louder, and full of anticipation. "But there's someone else who can, and together, we're unstoppable " Randy stopped in the dead center of the ring, and faced the stage. "So, why don't you come out and join me?" I swallowed and readjusted the title on my shoulder as my entrance music played, and I headed out into the arena.

As always, I morphed into a character, and stepped out into the spotlight where I shined the brightest. Filled with immense adrenaline, I raised my title high above my head, and my eyes shot straight to the ring where he was. Now, as I walked down the ramp, still holding the title above my head, I knew I had everyone's attention, but it didn't make me nervous that thousands of people we were watching me live, and even more people were watching me from a TV screen. However, the fact that the only thing that Randy was watching and possibly thinking about at this very moment was me, made hundreds of butterflies sprout in my stomach.

I blocked my thoughts and emotions out and let my performer's instincts take over as I entered the ring to catcalls and whistles mixed in with the steady cheering. I wasn't too sure, but I was almost positive that there was an approving and impressed gleam in Randy's eyes. I smiled as I stood in front of him, and even after my music stopped, the crowd still cheered.

"Take a look…at the present and the future." Randy said once the cheers died down a bit, before they started up again. I was impressed; Randy wasn't known for his promos, but he was doing exceptionally well. "We are pure domination, and alone we're invincible But together," He stopped, and reached his arm out towards me. His hand grabbed my face very gently, gentler than I expected from Randy, and he caressed my face as if I were a prize. "we're unstoppable " He finished, and dropped his mic, making my heart rate speed up.

Everything began to happen too fast, because time never slowed down, and suddenly Randy was leaning down towards me with one hand on my hip and the other behind my neck. Our lips meshed together as the crowd reached a crescendo, making me smile into the kiss. I realized Randy was smiling back, and almost couldn't believe it. I broke the kiss with a gasp when he reached down and lifted me into the air, and I locked my legs around his waist to help me with my balance. He leaned down again, and as we kissed, he held onto me with one hand and raised his title with the other. I did the same, and the show ended with us interlocked as one, holding up our titles to represent our status.

Randy's POV

I felt oddly numb as Lacey and I headed backstage. I wasn't sure how great our promo was, or what I was even feeling myself. I was in my body but not really acknowledging anything at all. Vince was waiting backstage, as he always was, and that was when I knew from the look alone on his face that we had done well.

"Excellent, excellent job well done." He told us. He could have said anything, but the look on his face was what was really telling.

"I'm surprised he didn't find out about our stint before the promo." Lacey said in relief when we walked away.

"We could have drove a car into the side of the arena, and he wouldn't care as long as we made money off of it. Maybe he did hear about it, but he thought it added more attention and made him more money. That's all he cares about." I said. Lacey stopped outside the Diva's locker room.

"I'll meet you at the car; are we driving tonight or tomorrow morning?" She asked.

"Tomorrow morning. Let's rest tonight." She nodded her head, and I went to grab my things and change.

—-

Lacey was uncharacteristically quiet on the way to the hotel. There were times when she didn't speak, but something else was off, and I wasn't sure what it was. Once we reached our room, she dropped her bag and immediately began rummaging through it with her forehead creased. I went and sat on the small love seat, debating whether or not I should speak.

"You have got to be kidding me." She said to herself before letting out a groan. I turned and looked at her, and she had a hand pressed against her forehead.

"…You okay?" I asked slowly.

"Far from it." She stood up and paced the room with a look of sickness. Finally she sat down right on the floor with her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. Her eyes shut, and her lips were pressed together into a line. I watched her in confusion.

"Are you feeling okay?" I asked, growing slightly concerned.

"I just got my period." She stated, and I was thrown off by her bluntness. I couldn't decipher what the reason behind her sudden illness was, however, and why she was sharing this information with me.

"Don't you have…pills..that you can take so you won't feel sick?" I asked her, dumb-founded. She shook her head, and her expression grew more pained as she moved her hands to her stomach.

"That's not the point; I'm out of tampons."

"I'm sure…you could just…ask one of the other Divas if they have some.." I said, growing more and more uncomfortable and wishing I had never said anything at all. She snorted.

"They all went out to party. And you know it's odd- I'm the only one out of all of them who get it at a different time. None of them have theirs the same time as me because our flows-"

"Okay!" I cut her off, shaking my head. "Okay, okay, so just go and buy some." I suggested.

"I can't go like this, I can't even straighten up because of cramps." There was nothing but pain written on her face, and she blinked her brown eyes pleadingly. "Randy, do you think you could do me a favor?" I groaned and rubbed the temple of my forehead.

"I am not buying you tampons." I said immediately.

"You owe be after tonight. If you hadn't of suggested that we go outside, we wouldn't have been locked out of the arena."

"What does that have to do with anything?" I argued.

"Please?"

"No!" I insisted. Her expression turned to deep desperation.

"Please, Randy; I'll pay you back. I'll….I'll never get on your nerves ever again. I'll carry your bags everywhere and drive you and pay for our food, just please?" She begged. I groaned and buried my face in my hands, before I stood up wordlessly and grabbed the car keys. Her face brightened instantly. "Thank you! Thank-"

"Yeah, yeah." I cut her off, but she smiled anyways. I sighed deeply once in the hotel hallway and leaned against the door in exasperation, not believing that I was going out to a drug store to buy tampons.