Chapter 4: Now That's Good Acting (Randy's POV)

A/N: Oh, I got his eye color wrong? Darn it, I can never get these things right! I made the same mistake in a previous story, where I thought that Trish Stratus' eyes were blue. Ha ha, silly me...don't mind the little error. Here's the next chapter, where things start to get interesting! Hope you like it (and I hope you let me know by reviewing LOL)!

"…And now I actually have to kiss that woman! Good god, Chris, what's happening to me?" I don't want to do this. I really, really don't.

Chris patted me on the shoulder comfortingly. "Come on, it can't be that bad. After all, hate her or not, Stacy Keibler is still a good-looking gal."

He had a point, but no way would I let those words come out of my mouth.

"Randy?" The backstage coordinator had just popped in the men's locker room. "You and Stacy are up next."

I nodded. "Okay. See ya around, Chris…if I even make it out alive."

She stood by the lockers, looking in her pocket mirror as she applied a final touch of lip gloss. What is it that drives women to reach such an unreasonably high point of vanity? I mean, sure, I like to check myself in every reflecting surface I pass by, and I like to make sure that not a single strand of my hair is out of place, and maybe I like wearing only signature clothing from Gucci and Armani, but I'm not as vain as she is!

"Finally, you're here," Stacy said, smirking. "You're about to see just how good an actress I can be."

Did that prissy little harlot actually take my comment seriously? Oh, for the love of god.

"Places, everyone!" The backstage technician had just made his way to our filming spot, beads of sweat trickling down his pudgy face. He seems to be everywhere…maybe he's got the power of teleportation or something. "We've got thirty seconds till we start rolling."

The cameraman focused on Stacy as she got ready to begin the backstage scene. "Ready? And…action!"

Just like she was directed to, Stacy walked her way back to the Divas' locker room. I caught up after a few seconds. "Stacy, are you alright?" Must…resist…urge…to…spit…in…her…face…

"Yeah, I'm fine---"

"You had me worried there."

"Really?" she piped up, batting her dainty little eyelashes. Oh, how annoying.

"Yes, really. Stacy, I…"

I paused, acting all shy and running a hand through my hair. Stacy ain't the only one between the two of us who can act. Pretending that I actually give a damn about that horrible woman is no easy feat, but I'm Randy Orton. I can do anything. "I care about you a lot, Stacy. I don't wanna see you get hurt."

"You're so sweet, Randy." As she laid her hand on my cheek, I could feel my own hands shaking at my sides. I swear, I have no idea why they're doing that. And now it's my lips that are trembling as she pulled me…closer…and closer. Why am I acting this way? I don't even like Stacy Keibler. Maybe it's because I'm about to do something horribly disgusting. I'm about to make out with an evil witch! Yeah, that must be the reason for all this shaking. But…she looks so beautiful up close.

Then, she kisses me, and I can feel the world around me disappearing. It's just me, and her, and this moment. The audience is cheering loudly, but they're a mere echo at the back of my head. I must be going spastic, 'cause my hands have involuntarily wandered to the small of her back, and I find myself deepening our kiss. It feels so wrong for me to kiss Stacy Keibler, yet in a way…it feels so right. I'm not sure, but I think I heard someone say "cut." Bah, maybe it's just my imagination.

Suddenly I feel someone tapping me on the shoulder. "Randy? Randy, you can stop kissing her now, the scene's over."

Damn, it is? I whip around to see the technician trying to hold back a giggle. Jerk. I look back at Stacy, who's looking wide-eyed at me with her mouth half-open. We just stare at each other for a few minutes, neither of us uttering a word, before I remember the fact that I hate this woman.

"Oh my God, I'm gonna spend the whole night brushing my teeth after that disaster!" I exclaim.

How relieving it is to see that familiar grimace back on her face. "Ugh, acting's a lot harder than I thought it would be. Someone give me some Listerine!"

"I'll get canker sores if I don't do something about this soon!"

"Forget mouthwash, I ought to burn my lips off!"

"UGH!"

"EWW, GROSS! I can't believe I kissed you!"

We sped in opposite directions, both of us wiping our mouths with the back of our hands as she walked towards that redhead Diva she always hangs out with (I think her name is Lita) and I made my way to Chris, who watched the whole thing from the bench next to the lockers and was grinning at me and raising his eyebrows.

"Looks like there was a little somethin'-somethin' real going on behind that kiss, eh Randy?"

I scowled at my annoyingly-immature-for-his-age mentor as I sat down beside him. "Don't make me sick, man."

"Right, then," Chris laughed. "I better get going, my match is next." Bet he was eager to leave just so he could see Lilian Garcia again, that lovestruck fool. And with that, he left me sitting alone by the lockers. I subconsciously brought my hand to my lips…I could still taste her sweet kiss there.

Damn, I ought to go home and brush my teeth.