This is it. This is Summerslam – one could describe it as the Wrestlemania of the summer. A night to make history, where titles will be decided and rivalries will come to a head. It's also a night that Maryse won't forget – the night I beat her once and for all so she can stop claiming I got lucky the first time.
I won't be the only one defending my title, Randy will be going up against John Cena and Ted and Cody will be defending their titles against DX. I was personally excited for both matches. John and Randy are always fully capable of having great matches when they face off in the ring together – I guess one could say they had chemistry.
Whereas I was excited for the tag match because I was curious to find out how Ted and Cody were going to hold up in the ring against two superstars the likes of Triple H and Shawn Michaels. It will be a Veterans vs. Rookies type of match if you will. People will easily count out the Legacy men. Yes they may not have the years of experience like their opponents but they definitely aren't new to this. They were bred to be successful, and whether it was in the near future or down the road, they were going to achieve greatness just as their fathers before them and just as their fellow team mate and mentor – Randy Orton.
To say he was great would be an understatement. In such a short period of time he has achieved so much and hasn't even reached his peak yet. He has so much ahead of him and I think that's the appeal that he holds – the reason he is beyond the normal superstar. He's got so much potential and so much talent. Whether you hate him or love him – you've got to respect the guy. The arrogance isn't without reason; it's just sometimes he takes it to a new level.
"What are you smiling at?" Ted called out to me.
"What? Oh nothing," I never realized I had actually been smiling out in the open – I thought it had all been in my head.
"You looked like an idiot," Cody said, "No offence," he added as an afterthought.
"Thanks Cody," I replied sarcastically.
"Anytime," he said with a grin.
"She was probably daydreaming about me," Randy spoke while coming out of the washroom. He stood before us in front of the TV.
"Wouldn't you just love that," I rolled my eyes. Seriously how does he know these things? Not that I was daydreaming as much as thinking about him.
Ted clapped his hands together, "So the game plan," we all turned to look at him and waited for what he had to say. It seemed important, "Don't lose!" was all he said.
Glancing over at Cody I caught him rolling his eyes as he let out a sigh.
"I'm amazed he's able to make it through a match with such a low amount of brain cells," Randy muttered.
"Hey!" Ted cried out but we all ignored him.
"Don't bother losing or you will be packing your bags. As a matter of fact, don't bother unpacking," he glanced at me.
"Why are you looking at me? The only reason I lost was because you three made me lose!" I shouted out in disbelief.
He shrugged his shoulders, "Still a loss."
"So was yours last week," I smirked and then crossed my arms in a defiant stance.
He stared at me and it was silent for a few moments. There wasn't a hint of any emotion on his face.
"Randy?" Ted asked hesitantly.
"You two wouldn't mind leaving us alone would you?" he finally said.
Cody whipped his head up to face Randy, "No, no way! Focus man! Randy hey," he snapped his fingers, ". . . and he's gone," he sighed. "Let's go Ted before they lose complete control and we become scarred for life."
No nothing happened! Randy and I had just gone over a few last minute things for what was going on tonight. It had been a blessing however that nothing did happen between us because I couldn't afford distractions tonight. What I needed was this match to go my way.
Hearing footsteps to my right I glanced over to take in the appearance of the tag champs who were rapidly approaching me as I leaned against the wall near the gorilla position.
"So you ready for your match? You aren't going to lose right? I mean making Legacy look bad before you even officially join, well we wouldn't be too happy," was the first thing that Cody said.
"Cody Rhodes I am so ready to win this match and take the blonde frenchy down. She poses no threat," I said confidently.
"Hey don't underestimate Maryse . . ." Ted piped up. Cody and I both exchanged confused glances, "I'm just saying, she's vicious . . . yeah."
I shook my head and turned back to Cody, "Anyways you two are the ones that should be worried. I mean Triple H and Shawn Michaels aren't going to be a walk in the park."
"Hey we know that, but Ted and I are younger, in better shape, quicker-"
"Better looking," Ted offered.
"How is that going to help . . . you know what? Never mind. The point is you have to be on your guard. Don't underestimate them and don't get cocky!"
Before either could respond I turned on my heel and made the short distance to the gorilla position as Maryse had just entered onto the ramp. I slung my belt over my shoulder and the next moment my music hit the speakers and the crowd erupted into cheers.
Finally, when my music came to an end and the crowd grew silent – or as much as they could be – Maryse and I met in the middle of the ring and came face to face.
I smiled at her as she grinned arrogantly. If anyone could give Randy a run for his money it would be her (on-screen character anyways). Before I knew it she had brought her arm up and smacked me swiftly across the face, just like we had discussed this afternoon. She started laughing at me so I gave her a smile of my own. Then without warning I tackled her to the ground and delivered various punches. She scrambled to her feet and was on the receiving end of not one but two clotheslines.
After presenting her with a kick to the midsection, I Irish whipped her to the ropes and took her down with a Thesz press. I jumped to my feet and walked to the other side of the ring to collect myself and when I advanced on her again, she pulled the referee in front of me obscuring my vision. I gently pushed the ref out of the way but the distraction she had hoped for served its purpose as she jabbed her thumb into my eye.
She led me to the corner by my hair ad then bounced my head off the turnbuckle, twice. I guess that's my payback. She put her hand to my throat and choked me while the referee counted, each time letting go before the count of five. She yelled at the referee for 'being annoying' and I took my chance. I grabbed her by the hair and threw her into the corner to receive some choking from me. Maryse was so desperate to get out of the hold she pushed me into the referee knocking him to the mat.
I couldn't be bothered with checking on him at the moment as Maryse went for a punch which I countered and performed my own clothesline. As she scrambled to her feet I executed what was a perfect, if I may be so bold, dropkick.
The crowd started to boo, which had me confused until I turned around to see the Viper slowly making his way down to the ring.
"Uh-oh this isn't looking good for Mickie James. If you remember King, Mickie cost Randy and the Legacy that six-man tag match last Monday. The Viper really wasn't happy about that, and now I'm fearful to see what he has in mind for revenge."
He slithered into the ring and slowly but menacingly made his way towards me. I backed as far as I could go against the ropes but he only made it as far as the middle of the ring when he stopped but continued to glare at me with those intense blue eyes.
There was movement behind him in the form of Maryse who had just stumbled to her feet. Realizing what was going on she looked at me while pointing and laughing. I glanced over at the referee who was still down, and then shifted my gaze back to that of the Viper.
Randy seemed to have noticed movement behind him as well because he turned his head slightly as the smile vanished from Maryse's face. It happened so quickly, one minute Maryse was standing in the middle of the ring, and the next she was laying on the mat having just been on the receiving end of a devastating RKO. The crowd let out a gasp, and some of them even cheered.
"What just happened Michael? I was sure that Randy had come down to the ring to get his revenge so to speak, and instead Maryse was on the receiving end of a shocking RKO."
I made sure to play my part well, the part of a stunned on-looker. With one last icy glare sent in my direction, the Viper slithered out of the ring and up the ramp as the referee started to stir. I dropped to my knees and shook the referee before lying across Maryse and getting the pin fall. I stood up and made my face emotionless but with a hint of surprise still noticeable. But when the ref handed me my Divas title I looked down at it and smirked. It was still mine!
"Why did you go out there!" Ted said frantically.
"Because Mickie, Maryse and I discussed it earlier," Randy said simply.
"But it could, uh, hurt the storyline," he looked as if he didn't fully understand what he was saying.
"Are you kidding? The fans loved it. If anything they are more baffled now, it keeps them guessing," I said with a smile.
"Yeah well, yeah . . ." was all Ted could say. What was with him today?
Randy and I both exchanged puzzled looks while Ted continued to pace back and forth.
"Right well don't you have a match?" Randy said awkwardly. This really tells you how weird Ted was being, because Randy basically emanates confidence.
"Oh stop trying to get rid of me!" he shouted before grabbing his two titles and storming off in search of his tag partner.
"What the hell is his problem?" Randy asked.
I shrugged my shoulders and stood up, "Good question. We should ask him . . . later. I was thinking you might need a warm-up," I said coyly while making my way backwards to the door. After locking it I looked up to receive a smirk from him.
"That's exactly what I had in mind," he said as I crawled on top to straddle him.
"It really is your lucky night."
I watched on a monitor in the corridors as Ted and Cody retained their tag titles when they defeated DX. It had been a brutal match, but the two Legacy members had narrowly defeated the two Veterans.
Making my way down the corridors, I ended up outside the women's locker room and pushed my way inside. After getting showered and changed I came back out to the main room to watch the main event with Kelly and a few of the other Divas.
"What do we have here? It's Team Orton and Team Cena," Jillian called out after entering the locker room and smirking in the direction of me and Kelly. A few of the other Divas turned to stare as well and I heard a handful of them whispering but I hardly cared enough to pay attention.
I looked at Kelly who glanced away uneasily.
"Actually Jillian I would be extremely happy if John won. After all he does deserve it just as much," I said confidently.
"Oh I'm sure. Last I checked you weren't sleeping around with John . . . yet," she added. Did she just say that? Who did she think she was first of all, and how the hell does she know about Randy and me?
"What are you talking about? I'm not . . ." I didn't know what to say.
She smirked, "Oh please. News travels fast around here. I never would have pegged you for the pathetic type but hey who am I to judge?"
Kelly stood up so I followed her to my feet, "Back off Jillian. Last I checked Mickie's business wasn't any of yours."
Some of the other Divas nodded in agreement, but a few of the others were amused by the situation happening in front of them.
"Oh Kelly so quick to defend your friend, but do you keep an eye on John when he's around her? She's quite the home wrecker from what I hear," and she folded her arms. I could see the enjoyment plain on her face.
Beside me I felt Kelly shift uncomfortably, but I resisted the urge to look, I didn't want to look weak.
"It would be nice if you would get to the point, what are you talking about?"
"Randy's girlfriend probably wouldn't approve, whoever she may be," she said.
It was my turn to smirk; she was just trying to stir things up.
"Shows how much you really know, Randy doesn't have a girlfriend," I felt my body relax.
Instead of looking defeated she merely smiled, "That's funny, I do remember overhearing a certain phone conversation of his earlier and trust me, he wasn't talking to his mother."
She has to be lying; I mean if Randy had a girlfriend I would be the first to know.
I smirked to hide my doubts, "Jealous Jillian? What my relationship with Randy Orton is really isn't your business but it is more than any other woman has gotten out of him. When's the last time any of you hooked up with him?" Brie and Nikki Bella, Maryse, Jillian, and Alicia all exchanged looks with each other, well at least now I know. "It's been awhile hasn't it? That's what I thought. And just so you don't go off starting rumours, Randy and I are friends. We're going to be in a big storyline with each other so like adults we put our past behind us. Maybe you should follow suit."
I grabbed my bag up off the floor and turned to face Kelly, "Don't listen to a word she says, John is crazy about you. I'm gonna head out now. Text me later okay?" and after giving her a brief hug I pushed my way past Jillian and into the corridor.
I am so sick of some of the Divas and their attitudes. It would be nice if they minded their own business. I don't hold anything against any of them; especially anything they may or may not have done with Randy. That is their business and their business alone, so why can't they practice the same outlook.
"Knock, Knock," I called out as I pushed open the door to the Legacy locker room, "Did the match start yet?"
"Only the entrances, you're just in time," Ted called out and patted the seat next to him.
"Congrats on the win gentleman," I said whiled taking my seat.
"Were there any doubts?" Cody called from the corner while polishing his tag titles.
"Yes," I said bluntly.
He shook his head in disbelief and turned his attention back to the TV. After Randy purposely got himself disqualified and counted out, knowing he would retain, both times the match was ordered to restart by Vince McMahon.
"Jeesh what exactly is he doing? I'm surprised you two aren't out there helping him win," I said from the edge of my seat.
"Don't worry we have a plan," Ted said calmly as he placed his hands behind his head.
"What does that mean?" but they both ignored me so I turned my focus back on the match. John got the STF on Randy and I didn't notice I had been biting my lip until the pain became overwhelming. Randy was about to tap when all of a sudden, what the? Some guy came through the crowd and attacked the referee. What the hell was going on?
I glanced over at Ted and Cody who were both smirking as they high fived one another. Seconds later, Randy executed his second RKO of the night and the referee was able to hit the three count.
My mouth dropped open as I slowly turned to face the two Legacy members who smirked back at me.
"What . . . who the hell happened?"
"What?" Ted said obviously confused.
"What the hell just happened and who the hell was that?"
"Oh," the smile returned to his face, "That was Cody and I helping out our Legacy brother."
"I'm confused. I want answers."
"It was Ted's brother who attacked the referee, his brother Brett. We asked for help and he was more than willing to agree," Cody informed me, "Adds a little something doesn't it? Makes people hate Randy even more."
"Why was I not informed," was all I could think to say.
"Because it had nothing to do with you, so don't worry that pretty little head of yours," Ted rubbed my head before standing up to go and take a shower.
I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the sofa, thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow. I was finally going to be integrated into Legacy, and quite honestly I was so excited about it. Not only was I now convinced that this was going to help out my career, but I was already having a great time being in Legacy backstage. I loved these guys, and had such a tremendous amount of respect for them. Now that we were all getting along, this storyline was going to be both easier, as well as more fun. What more could I ask for?
After the Pay-Per-View was finally over and after getting all of our things together – well mostly it was the guys – we were finally on our way to the parking lot of the arena. Everyone was going out to celebrate the event, so we were heading back to the hotel to get changed and ready.
Ted and Cody were walking ahead of Randy and I and were arguing about who pulled off the more impressive performance of the night. I tried to tell them that it clearly had been me, but they both scoffed and continued bickering amongst themselves. I mean come on! I was awesome tonight!
But at this moment I had something particular on my mind. I was hesitant to even bring it up but it has been gnawing at me ever since it came out of Jillian's damn mouth!
"So Jillian Hall is under the impression that you have a girlfriend." It's best to just lay it out there and not beat around the bush.
"Is she now? Based on what?"
"An overheard phone conversation," I said casually.
"She was eavesdropping?"
"So it's true?" I said in a higher pitch than what I would have preferred. I cleared my throat.
"I do recall you and I having had a recent phone conversation that could have been mistaken for such," he offered.
I pondered his words for a moment, oh crap how could I have forgotten? But wait . . .
"That phone call wasn't today, Jillian said she heard it today," I was now confused.
"She was obviously mistaken, I mean it is Jillian Hall, she probably wanted to start something, although I don't understand why she would bring it up to you, does she know about us?"
"Apparently she does, she called me a home wrecker."
To my surprise he chuckled, "I wouldn't think too much into it if I were you," he paused for a moment, "You seemed worried . . . upset even."
"Me? No never," I said nonchalantly while a small smile formed on my lips.
He let out another chuckle and then wrapped his arm around my shoulder in a friendly embrace while leading me out into the parking lot.
"What can I get you?" the very cute bartender enquired of me.
"Oh nothing thanks," I responded with a smile. He nodded once, sent me a wink, and then hustled off to help other patrons.
Not drinking was probably the best idea I have had in the longest time. Over the last few months I had drunk too much for my own good. I mean sure it wasn't every day, or even every weekend for that matter, but it seemed I needed to cut back on my tequila. Besides at this point in my life, I had no sorrows to drink away.
"You're not drinking," my companion asked from the stool besides me.
I turned to face the Viper, "No I told you I wasn't."
"I didn't think you were serious," he responded with a smirk.
"Oh I was serious. Besides what do you care? You aren't drinking either. Why is that?"
"I try to limit my drinking to occasionally. It's not good for a person," he said.
"Well if a person is smart about it, it's not a big deal," I retorted.
"True enough," was his response and we both turned our attention to the surroundings of the bar.
Moments later we both watched as a tall brunette pushed her way in front of us, disrupting our comfortable silence we had going on – despite the loud music. She looked at me hesitantly but continued towards Randy regardless. Oh what, I don't look like I could be his girlfriend?
"Hey there, I was thinking maybe we could dance and then get a drink together?"
"Were you?" I heard Randy say.
"Yes," I chanced a glance to see she was smiling.
I could feel Randy's eyes on the back of my head as I gazed out onto the dance floor trying to make it seem like I was uninterested in the conversation happening between the two.
"No thanks can't leave my friend here alone," was Randy's reply and my head whipped back to face him.
The girl was surprised, so I leaned towards him, "Just go," I whispered.
Before Randy could even reply, the girl had turned and pushed her way back through the crowd disappearing moments later.
"Too late," Randy said shrugging his shoulders. I had a feeling he wasn't disappointed which caused me a moments happiness.
"Why must you insist on making everything so awkward?"
"Would you prefer that I left you here alone? I was trying to be nice," he defended himself.
"Well when you put it like that . . . I just don't believe you." Randy may have changed his attitude recently, but refusing a chance to grind against another girl because he wanted to be nice, well that was pushing it.
"Oh come on! People exaggerate about me!" he exclaimed.
"Oh so scaring someone simply by glaring at them, or believing women to be sex objects doesn't make you an arrogant somewhat bad person?"
"Hey I will give you the first one because well," he smirked, "to have that control is a great feeling. But I don't ever recall saying that I believed women were sex objects."
"Yes you did the night we, you know the first time," I said awkwardly.
He stared at me for a few moments before speaking again, "I recall saying those women were, the ones that were okay with the way I did treat them. Let's get something straight Mickie; I don't regard every woman as such. In fact I have great respect for women. And for the record Mickie, despite our current set-up, I don't regard you as just my sex object as you would say. I, and I won't repeat this again, have the utmost respect for you. Even without our history hanging over us you are a woman who deserves respect and I can't say that about a lot of your fellow Divas."
I was surprised by his words but I didn't let it show because I didn't know whether or not I could believe it, "And there's the surprise of the century."
"I don't care if you don't believe me. I said it and meant it and that's all that matters."
"No actually it isn't. Doesn't it ever bother you that people are surprised when you manage to say something that is even remotely nice?" Any normal person would be pretty upset in this current situation, but when has Randy ever been normal?
He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't live to please other people. Anyways, how many of the other girls have I gone out to eat with, or gone out for drinks with?"
"Hmm let me get my list out," I said sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes before continuing, "None . . . apart from the horrific dates every now and then."
"This doesn't count. We are out as a group celebrating. But I honestly don't see why you wouldn't dance with her."
"No other girls remember?"
"There wasn't anything about not dancing with other girls," I reminded him, although I was pleased he wasn't interested in the others.
"Well honestly what would be the point? I wouldn't be sleeping with them."
"Is everything about sex to you?" I exclaimed.
"No actually it isn't so if you would stop making assumptions about me for five seconds I would appreciate it." After a few moments of semi-awkward silence he continued, "My point was, that I'm not attracted to her. Sure she's attractive but that doesn't mean I'm automatically tempted. Therefore she serves no purpose in my life. Think, would you dance with a guy you weren't attracted to?"
"Yes," I answered promptly, "If I wanted to have fun. But you and I are a lot different in that sense." There was silence while I pondered my thoughts, "So . . . you're attracted to me then." I knew it was a stupid question, but I wanted to hear his answer.
"Yes," he answered much quicker than I thought he would. He didn't even seem embarrassed or awkward about it, "I've always been attracted to you," he said straight up, "Ever since we first met, does that surprise you?"
"Yes and no," I replied. He raised his eyebrows at me clearly interested in what I was about to say.
"No for two reasons. The obvious being what has been going on lately and of course our history. Despite everything that has happened, we will always share a connection – and thus there will always be a mutual attraction. And yes is somewhat contradictory to that but I have doubts quite often. It just seemed that you made such an effort to hate–"
"I never hated-" he started but I put my hand up to stop him.
"–me even though I never understood why. Sure things ended badly, but what we had was different Randy."
"I know that but–" he was interrupted again by the same girl who had approached us earlier.
"Hey there, remember me?" she said with a grin.
BUT WHAT! What was he going to say? Why do all these girls happen to have the worst timing in the world? Seriously people should be created with built in radar so that they know when to avoid two people who are in the midst of a serious discussion!
"I sure do," Randy replied.
"I was wondering if you changed your mind," was she kidding? Randy opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off, "But before you answer," She turned and waved someone over, "I brought a friend for your friend to dance with."
Randy and I exchanged glances neither of us knowing what to say.
"That's not–" he started but it was me who cut him off this time.
"That's perfect," I said a little too excitedly while jumping off my stool, "Cut her some slack," I whispered, "Come on, come out of that shell, have some fun."
I stepped forward and grasped the guys hand in my own and lead him towards the dance floor.
"I'm Mickie by the way," I shouted into his ear once we reached our destination, "you are?"
"Daniel," he responded.
"Nice to meet you," but I had a feeling he wasn't paying attention because I caught him staring longingly at the figures on the other side of the dance floor – Randy and the brunette.
I smiled, "You like her don't you?"
He looked horrified but I could tell I was right, "What? No! We're just really good friends."
The smile was still on my face, "So you're stuck in the friend zone hey? Why did you agree to this?" I said motioning to our dancing.
He hesitated for a moment but then he let out a sigh, "Because I would do anything for her."
"So why don't you tell her?"
"Because I don't want to ruin things."
"You can't live your life in fear. One day you will wake up and have regrets and trust me there are few things that are worse than spending your time wondering 'what if?'. If things don't work out for whatever reason, at least you tried and you can take satisfaction in knowing that you took a chance and that's more than a lot of people could say."
Wow am I not the world's biggest hypocrite? Maybe I should take my own advice and talk to Randy about how I am feeling . . . or not. I quite prefer acting like a child in this situation.
"Do you really think so?"
"I'm in a similar situation and because of the history involved things can never be what they were. But I'm hoping that you will figure things out and that you can work everything out to prove to the rest of us that it is in fact possible."
"It's him isn't it?" he asked.
"Who?" I was puzzled as to the total change of subject.
"That guy you were sitting with?"
This guy was a lot more perceptive than I would have liked!
"How did you . . . know?" I sighed with defeat.
"I may be a dude but I'm not clueless. I saw the way you two looked at each other when we were approaching."
"And your friend didn't notice this?" If it was so obvious, why had the brunette been so damn persistent?
"Bridget . . . sometimes doesn't see past what she wants."
I nodded, "Wait . . . What do you mean the way both of us were looking at each other? I thought it was just me."
"Are you kidding? That guy, scary though he may be, he definitely is feeling the same way," he sounded pretty sure of himself.
"No that can't be . . ." I didn't know what to say.
It took me awhile to notice that we were the only ones on the dance floor who weren't moving. The rest of the crowd was swaying and grinding around us, while we were standing perfectly still discussing our issues.
"Hey I'm no expert, hell I'm far from, but you can ask any guy or gal in this club and they will tell you the exact same thing."
I have to admit I was kind of curious to run around this place asking everyone's opinion on Randy Orton and me. But I had to strongly discourage myself from doing so – I didn't want to appear as some sort of freak.
"I, uh, don't . . . it's complicated," is what I settled on, "Now back to your problem, go for it."
"Now?" he looked worried.
Before I could respond again, Randy Orton appeared to my left and gave me the pleading look. It was weird seeing that expression on his face because it's not one you would normally find there.
". . . As a matter of fact . . . perfect opportunity." I pushed him forwards hoping he would find Bridget and work everything out, "Good luck," I called after him, "Remember what I said."
He turned around to face me, "You too," and then after nodding in Randy's direction he turned and headed off to find the object of his affection – or at least I hope that's what he's doing.
"What was that about?" Randy called to me while leading us off the dance floor.
"Nothing. So that was a short dance."
"She kept staring at you two," he admitted.
"Why?"
"Well it would appear she was jealous," he responded and then stopped in a corner so we could hear each other a little better.
Jealous of me and Daniel? This was so exciting, I had a feeling this was going to work out for him. Sure I just met the guy, but he seemed like a wonderful person. Any girl would be lucky to have him.
If only I had the courage to tell Randy, I mean I could tell him right now . . .
"Well I would be too if I wasn't me and someone else got to dance with me," was what I went with instead.
"I know what you mean," he replied with a smirk. Arrogance . . . tsk tsk.
"Of course you do. So I think its time to track down the other two and see what we will be dealing with."
"Do we have to?" Randy almost whined.
"Unfortunately yes. I would much rather be in my nice comfy bed though."
"Me too . . . in my own room," he added quickly.
"Hmm I'm impressed."
"Why?" he asked.
I smiled, "Because I expected you to make some joke as per usual."
"Thought about it, decided against it, and here we still are . . . standing," he chuckled.
"Let's go Captain Obvious," and I lead the way out of the corner to start the mission of finding Ted DiBiase and Cody Rhodes. I stopped and turned to face him, "By the way, I'm attracted to you too." I don't know what made me say it, but I felt relieved when I did.
He smirked, "There wasn't any doubt in my mind," I punched him playfully and then continued on our journey.
It was only seconds later that I saw the figure of Eve coming my way. When she saw me relief flickered across her features.
"Mickie!"
"Hey Kel," I responded with a smile.
She glanced over at Randy and shifted uncomfortably, "Hey," she muttered.
Randy nodded in return and then turned his attention to the television about the bar.
"Having fun?" I asked politely.
She shrugged her shoulders, "it's been alright. Got to witness a dude rip off his underwear without taking his pants off . . . it's been unreal," she said in a sarcastic tone.
I laughed again, "Jealous! So where's Cena?"
"When I left him he had engaged in a game of competitive beer bong with Dave and Evan. Then I got separated from Eve and Melina, so I've been searching for them for what feels like forever!"
"Well we were on our way to find DiBiase and Rhodes anyways, so why don't you tag along and we will look for the girls at the same time."
Kelly nodded in agreement and turned and led the way around the bar. We were approaching a huge crowd where the only way through would be to push ourselves through the maze of people. Kelly clutched my hand tightly and surveyed where would be the best place to enter. I turned back to face Randy and hesitated for a brief moment before taking his hand in mine and grasping it tightly. We stared at each other for a few seconds where I was regretting taking his hand . . . I hated this feeling of vulnerability. The ball is in his court, he can pull away or not. I hate not being in control. His face softened and he squeezed my hand in return and nodded towards Kelly who had just started pushing her way through the crowd. I smiled back and followed, enjoying this moment as much as I could.
I realize this chapter is quite long. It's because I made a spur of the moment decision to combine two chapters together because they were quite short, and actually made a lot more sense to be put together. Once again please read and review!
And next Raw Mickie will be incorporated into the group. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It wasn't exactly the most exciting, but there's more of that to come.
I honestly wish they would let Randy maintain his tweener image as opposed to turning him completely face. He's a natural heel, but right now I think John Cena needs to turn heel. Who would lead the company if both men were heel? The WWE needs to get their act together soon.
And is anyone else pissed off that Michelle became the first unified Divas champion? Whether you love Melina or hate her, you can't deny she's more gifted and more deserving than Michelle.
Thank you so much for reading my story, I appreciate the support :)
