a/n badumcha! I'm here! Letting you know that not next chapter, but the chapter after, I will reveal the reason behind Claire's absence. Then there will be a few more chapters and a sequel! I'd reveal it next chapter, but I want some other things to happen before you guys find out... Lots of love to Neurotic-Idealist, CBLoveness, Julzi, Sonib89, XODaniiOX, RatedrKjErIcHo, LindseyRedfield, tvrox12 and Can't Get Any Better. That right there is 9 reviews =] Do you think we could get up to 10?
-Monday, March 1-
I looked up at the Raw card and sighed in frustration. I should have seen it coming. I probably should have read what I was given... But I'd gotten used to just having to be myself – albeit more arrogant – with The Legacy.
"My first match back... And I'm losing in a pillow fight?" I saw the word pillow and half smiled, not because it was an easy match, but because I really could have used one. I hadn't gotten much sleep that night and I was definitely paying for it.
"A great return." I turned around and shook my head at Michael, "You'd think they'd be a little nicer to you, you're the champion."
"All I can say is that... Maryse is the first number one contender to this title and I'd think that she could at least win. I really like Eve and think she's improved, but she has a long way to go. I don't want her near my title."
"If I remember correctly, you weren't too great in the ring when you won." My jaw dropped and I glared at him.
"I was a lot better than you and, quite frankly, I still think I am." I said arrogantly, "Seriously, Bernard Bonnet, he ruled France. I've been wrestling since I was ten." I laughed at him, thinking back to the times I had wrestled in Ted's basement.
"I know the stories," he laughed.
"The one where Randy broke my arm?" I asked with a shake of my head as I remembered that misfortunate accident.
"He did what?" Michael asked in disbelief. I nodded with a shrug.
"I was fifteen, he was seventeen and he... You see, we were limited to mat based wrestling, submission moves and stuff of that nature... We weren't even supposed to be doing any wrestling, but everyone was out... A wrist lock." I said with a slight laugh.
"That's... pretty insane to break someone's arm with a wrist lock..."
"He then tried to get out of it. Problem is... Cody was twelve and incapable of doing any wrong. Ted was my best friend and boyfriend at the time... So they didn't believe he'd do anything." Michael laughed with me. "I gotta run to hair and make up... I have two appearances to make tonight." I smiled somewhat proudly, "I'll see you later."
-On Screen-
Cody came running to the ring, I scoffed and huffed.
"He doesn't need you!" I yelled at him, causing him to shrug and jumped onto the ring apron. I watched with wide eyes as he distracted the referee and allowed Ted to roll up Randy. I put my hands on my hips and walked over to Cody after he had gotten off of the apron, poking him in the chest.
"He doesn't need your help." Before I could even blink, Cody had rolled into the ring and broken Randy's counter pin, resulting in Ted being disqualified. I scowled, scoffed and wanted to scream.
Cody and Ted immediately started to beat Randy down, causing me to shrug and begin to walk up the ramp, "Idiots." I mumbled under my breath, watching as they were quickly dominated by Randy. "You both suck. Suck." I threw my hands up and turned around, walking through the curtain in a huff.
It had been a relatively quick change of clothing from my purple dress into stupid pyjamas. I walked to Gorilla and saw the other Divas waiting patiently. I didn't miss Alicia's eyes lingering on the butterfly title.
"I know Eve's winning, tonight. Leg drop... But does anyone else get to do anything?" I asked the girls who rolled their eyes.
"It's a two minute match," Gail told me exasperatedly, "What can we do?"
"I get to perform mon French Kees."
"After I leg drop Jill and get a two count." Barbie informed me.
"I break up Maryse's pin." Gail added to the end. "Then Eve pins me and I win."
"Can I do Bonnet-petite? Or at least the jawbreaker... I haven't been in a WWE ring for eight months..." Alicia put her hand up and nodded.
"On me, in all honesty, it'd be an honour. Bonnet-petite." I hugged her tightly.
"Hi girls." Randy's deep voice sounded weaker than it usually did, "You all ready for your match?" the Divas smiled and nodded somewhat enthusiastically, they were all drooling over him like usual. "What about you, Claire?"
"You know, it's half and half."
-Michael's POV-
I had gone to Gorilla to wait for Maryse to come back through the curtain and to talk my match over with Paul, Shawn and Big Paul.
"What is your problem?" Randy asked coldly as he pushed me up against the wall. "What did you go and say this time?"
"I don't know man, just let me go." I tried to push him away, but an angry Randy is much stronger than normal.
"Claire hates me now." He informed me, adding to the confusion, "I didn't even do anything wrong. She was with you earlier. The only time she hates me is when she's been with you."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I grunted when his forearm went to my neck, keeping me firmly pushed against the wall.
"I don't know what you guys talk about and why it involves me, but the next time I come up. Change the damn subject. She's my damn friend and she doesn't speak to me for days after you've talked to her."
-Claire's POV-
I was going back through the curtain, having just lost my return match, but that was pushed to the back of my mind when I heard Maryse's frantic cries.
"Get off of him!" I heard her screech, making me run toward her. Randy had Michael pushed up against the wall, clearly cutting of the air supply.
"Randy!" I shouted loudly, hoping to startle him. He didn't budge.
"Stop him, Claire!" Maryse cried, "Do something!" I ran over to my friend and tried to force myself in between the men, but Randy wasn't letting go.
"Randy, please, let go!" I looked at him, Michael and then to Maryse before I ran off down the hall. I reached The Legacy's locker room and pounded on the door until Cody came out looking confused, before I sprinted off, hoping he'd follow me.
Ted was close behind and both of them had to use all of their strength to make Randy stop choking Michael. I turned to Michael instantly, checking to make sure he was okay. I heard Randy storm off and I decided to follow him.
When we were at his locker room, I slapped him hard across the cheek. "You have serious anger problems." I told him as I breathed heavily.
"Says the one who just slapped me."
"You almost choked him to death!" I yelled loudly, standing on the bench to make myself more intimidating. Let me just tell you that I'm not a very intimidating person, especially when it comes to Randy, and being in pyjamas doesn't help.
"That was the plan." He said gravely, and I slapped him again.
"I don't know what your problem is. But just because you're Randy Orton, Legend Killer and Vince's favourite bad boy does not mean that you can bully anyone because there seem to be no repercussions. You've lost a lot of friends over the years because you have a need to be in control, so much so that you endanger other people."
"They asked for it."
"That's the thing!" I shouted, "They haven't done anything wrong! You just like to be the man! What did Michael do? To make you act like that." He took one look at me and left the room, "VERY MATURE!" I called after him sarcastically.
Ted came into the room moments later, making me sit down on the bench. "Are you okay?" he asked and I leant my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes.
"Just really tired." I muttered, suddenly less energetic than I was when I was yelling at Randy.
"Good thing you're wearing pjs."
a/n hi, so, uh, those Randy parts was supposed to be a lot more emotional and everything... But it's also kind of in the wrong place... I have so many ideas for everything (this story, the sequel and many other stories) running through my head and I guess some things got a tad misplaced... But, yeah, I think it's still alright lol. And I totallly didn't even give you Claire's match... Bonnet-petite is a Lifting Reverse STO, Angelina Love's Light's Out finisher.