Ch38

Depending on who's in the locker room there will always be antics going on. Hornswoggle and Miz are always at each other's throats because Miz is so gullible, almost to a fault. Daniel and Cena are always cordial poking light fun at their girls, the Bella twins. Punk is ignoring everyone. Zack, Antonio, Kofi and Cody are always dressed ahead of everybody. Dean, Seth, and Roman still kind of stick together; no matter what two out of three can be found next to the other. Usually I'm about halfway ready when the locker room fills up, because of my meeting with the McMahons I'm late and I'll have to rush. I'm glad I'm in the second to last segment tonight.

Upon taking a step into the locker room, everyone takes a second to be quiet then Cody and Sheamus clap me on the back.

"Fella ya got one tough lassie in your clutches," He laughs in lightness. "What did Vince tell ya?"

Most of the guys go on about their business, soon most of the guys will be going out to either warm up or on to find a monitor to view the start of the show.

"He gave the usual speech about not violating the behavior policy." I leave out the part where Honor potentially had her fines and/or suspension waived. I'm still bitter about that, even though she was protecting herself.

"Christ Randy. I hope like hell you don't ever piss her the hell off, you might be next." Cody laughs as he laces up his grey boots and I go take a quick shower to get rid of the jet lag and stress.

"How do you guys even know what happened?" Cody snickers at my expression.

"Dude… it's all over the net. MSN homepage has like a giant photo of you and her with her name and what happened under it…" Dolph chimes in.

"You two are on the internet way… too much." I point at them with my index and middle finger.

"You aren't on it enough." Cody snickers shaking his head.

Almost everyone is done by the time I've started to warm up. Who walks back in the room is someone I don't expect. He's got a small backpack stuffed and slung over his shoulder, his tattoos splay from the dirty wrist tape on his hands and he's tapping away on his phone with the head phones on.

Punk doesn't even remotely looks ready to deal with any bullshit and it's probably because Honor is back. For weeks I've heard through the grapevine that he ain't the most pleasant person to talk to. Apparently any and every one who even looks at the man wrong they get it. And I already know his buddies know when to leave well enough alone; if I don't see them communicating too much with him then I know what his temperament is. I continue on warming up my shoulders ignoring his presence, as long as neither of us acknowledges each other then there won't be any problems. He goes his separate way to the lockers and gathers his things then walks out of the room. I grit my teeth and walk out to go to gorilla a few minutes after him.

Cutting through one of the shorter hall ways I start to shift into focus. When I get to the curtain Barrett's English bellow rings out, "Good luck out there Orton. Break a leg."

I find Wade Barrett smirking at the monitor as he tightens his boots then starts pumping himself up. He's my opponent tonight, I know we're going to put one hell of a match on.

"Have fun out there baby." Honor glances up at me appearing out of nowhere really and I glance around trying to figure out where she came from. I also see that she's in her gear all dressed up nice and pretty, it's been a minute since I've seen her in her gear. It's nagging that she's wearing stuff like this around other guys. I don't care that she's a wrestler too.

"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in the lockers, catering, anywhere but here? I didn't know you'd be on so soon…" While she was out she had some new attire in development, it a simple pants and top combination but it has subtle beading and coin accents around the waist and edging of the top the outfit itself is black and silver. Her sort of ode to her hobby.

She glances up at the monitor, "Don't worry about it… you'll see."

Her gaze flickers back to mine then she ducks through the curtain. The matchup ahead of mine has featured AJ Lee and her new little boy toy Brad Maddox. Lately Miss Lee has been trying and floundering to ward off the notion that everything she touches turns to ashes and that her empire is crumbling around her once again. I watch the monitor quite absorbed in the dynamics on the screen.

"AJ." Honor grins brightly at the dark haired girl, "Hey, hey there sweet heart. How ya doin' girly?" Honor makes her way down the ramp, "Don't let me interrupt your terrible attempt at seduction over here… Maddox can't see past his giant ego… He's been here what seven years now and he still thinks he's prettier than most women. Quit wasting your time on that pathetic little brownnoser." AJ stares death rays into Honor as she "We've got a score to settle AJ," Honor pauses and AJ is standing across from her seething with her teeth clenched as fans boo Honor for coming down the ramp, "March 25th. I was forced out of action because of your little girlfriend Kaitlyn. She rung my bell and I'm perfectly fine with owning it. What I'm not fine with is her costing me months on the shelf where I couldn't put an end to your juvenile love 'em and leave 'em quandary. I'll exact my revenge on her when she gets back, but while she's out I'll have to change courses," Honor reaches over to AJ and knocks on the solid plate of the Diva's championship around the older woman's waist. AJ herself stares at Honor a little cautiously backing wisely away from the younger woman. A poisonous, serene smile spreads over her face, "AJ, darling… you have what's mine."

A few sorted boos and jeers liven the audience while AJ is the baby face now and Honor the heel, a good bit of the crowd watch Honor intently. Something about seeing my mannerisms displayed in the small woman as she uses her innocent candy like voice to send chills racing down everyone's spines. Michael Cole and JBL debate over who's crazier. Honor retreats from the ring leaving AJ to unravel in the ring like normal but Honor doesn't leave the stage just yet.

The crowd stops chanting as Honor doubles back into the ring, sensing AJ's guard is down and delivers a particularly vicious looking modified Asai DDT to her then she climbs over little AJ's fallen body and smiles innocently and serenely. The crowd reacts almost as if they never seen anything like it. I guess she did learn something when she spent her time with Punk. I've never seen her use it or practice it, she had to have been hiding that and keeping it under wraps while we were out of action. Honor kisses the petite woman and murmurs 'Goodnight AJ' into the camera with the same spiny smile.

Naturally Honor makes her way back behind the curtain and moments later is followed by AJ who's still in character for the camera and backstage extras. Once the cameras leave them alone they let their characters slip, squealing and giggling like teenage girls, Honor and AJ captured the audience in a way that some can only dream of. No one knew about this storyline except them, no one except me, Honor, AJ and the McMahons knew she was due back today. Way to shake up the Diva's Division ladies.