Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I begged the Christmas and birthday fairies for Randy Orton and John Cena but they were a no go. I own the ideas used in this story and the main original characters of Corey and Alexis. I only own those because I am the writer. So please feel free to read and review.

Chapter 8

December 16, 2005

Corey looked in the mirror in the of the locker room she shared with someone.

"Lookin good there Core."

Corey turned around and smiled at Dave Batista. Dave once again gave Corey the once over. She was wearing a black skirt that fell to mid thigh with ruffles on the bottom, a black button up shirt that she had tied around her waist, and black knee high boots. Underneath the black button up shirt was a pink corset with black sheer material over it. On top of the black sheer material were pink roses embroided onto the material. Dave couldn't help but admire the way the ample bosoms were barely held in by the corset.

"Ok you can so quit staring now big man."

Dave walked up, wrapped his arms around her waist, and leaned down for a kiss. After a few minutes, Corey pulled away and placed her small hands on Dave's large chest.

"Not now big man. Remember Melina is about to be in here."

"Fuck Melina."

"Ok I don't swing that way."

"I don't want to do that shit with her."

"Just pretend she's me. Show me what you wanna do to me later."

Dave smiled and placed one more kiss on her lips and then watched her leave their locker room. Soon it was time for Melina to appear and Dave tried hard not to roll his eyes as she tried to seduce him. He just started to pretend she was Corey. Corey meanwhile was watching one of the monitors backstage and tried to fight the feeling of wanting to go in there and rip Melina's extensions out of her head.

"Jealous?"

Corey turned and smiled when she saw Rey Mysterio.

"Hey Rey Rey. I ain't even gonna lie. I know it's all basically for show but I am so jealous."

"What is goin on with yall anyway?"

"According to him we're just having fun."

"And to you?"

"I am falling for him."

"Does he know?"

"Nope."

Rey noticed that Corey kept tugging at her shirt and skirt.

"Corey if you don't like it why wear it?"

Corey simply shrugged.

"He likes it."

"But it's not you. You're a jeans and T-shirt girl."

"I know. But like I said…he likes it."

Soon it was time for the Tag Team match between Dave and Rey vs. MNM. Corey prayed that Dave and Rey would walk out of the match as the new Tag Team Champions while she stood in the gorilla position with the two of them. Meanwhile Randy was sitting in his locker room not watching the match. However when he heard Dave's music come on and heard that Corey was escorting down Dave. He could still remember when Corey made her debut. She'd surprised the hell out of him coming down with Undertaker when they had all the casket match when he finally sealed Taker into a casket. Corey had just simply smirked at him while he was enjoying his victory.

Flashback – Casket Match

Randy picked up a microphone to ask her why she was smirking when he'd won instead of Undertaker. He was still in the ring and Corey was standing up at the top of the ramp.

"That's simple Orton."

"How so?"

"You can't kill what's already dead."

Then a explosion went off and a large amount of smoke appeared. When the smoke finally cleared Corey was gone. Randy had went backstage to try to find her to talk to her but according to everyone he asked she'd simply just vanished.

End Flashback
Randy looked at Corey and shifted in his seat after he glanced at her outfit. He watched as every time Melina tried to interfere, Corey would go hit her or push her into the railing or the ring posts. He'd been so into the match that he hadn't even noticed his dad come into the room. Bob Orton Jr. noticed his son looking at his ex-girlfriend and shaking his head.

"Why are you wearing that Corey? It's not you."

Randy couldn't believe Corey was dressed like that. Even though he thought she looked beautiful he knew she didn't like to dress like that. He remembered how at John's barbecue when they'd first met how uncomfortable she was in the halter-top and jean skirt.

"What's not her?"

Randy finally noticed his dad standing there and began talking.

"That whole outfit ain't her. Corey is a jeans and T-shirt kinda girl. Yeah she likes to wear a skirt and nice shirt every once in a blue moon, but she'd rather not. I hate how ever since she's become Batista's valet all she's had to wear is shit like that. I can tell she isn't comfortable."

"You miss her don't you?"

Randy nodded. It'd been months since she'd ended things with him. Months without holding her, kissing her, talking to her, and loving her. He hated it. He wanted Corey back. He just didn't think she wanted him anymore. Randy then turned and went back to watching the match. Batista, Corey, and Rey were now celebrating in the ring. He'd watched as Batista looked at Melina and mouthed the words 'sucks being used don't it'. Randy just shook his head and went to the gorilla position to try to talk to Corey.

"Callaway get your ass back here."

Corey turned and looked at Melina.

"Whatcha want?"

"I heard you telling Dave to think of you while we shot that promo. I hope you realize that you were the furthest thing from his mind."

Corey just placed her hands on her hips and smirked.

"Melina it's ok to admit you got your ass handed to you. If you actually think you're gonna hurt or upset me by telling me all this bullshit is gonna work ya got another thing comin. You're just pissed off because you got a taste of your own medicine. Your plan didn't work with Dave. Instead of being the user you were the used. Now if you'll excuse me…"

Before Corey could finish, Dave came up behind her and scooped her up into his arms.

"She's got somewhere she needs to be."

Melina was left speechless as Dave walked off with Corey in his arms. Randy stood frozen in his spot. He couldn't believe Dave and Corey were together now.

"He doesn't love her."

Randy turned and looked at Matt Hardy a little surprised he was talking to him.

"What?"

"Dave doesn't love Corey. He's just using her for the sex his wife won't give him."

"I thought they were separated or divorced."

"Nope. That's just what he told Corey and a few others."

Randy felt his blood begin boiling. He immediately went in search of Corey. He found her walking out of a locker room with a bag in her hands.

"Corey!"

Corey looked up and noticed Randy walking quickly to her.

"What Randy?"

"Dave's just using you."

"Excuse me?"

"He's still married Corey."

"You know I realize you are only talking to me to make it look good for the promo, but you could've picked some better bull shit to tell me."

Randy grabbed Corey's arms and pushed her back against the wall. Corey winced when he grabbed her and once again when she felt her back going against the wall. He wasn't supposed to be this rough with her; he was only supposed to make it look that way.

'Guess he's either playing it up well or he's really mad about all this.'

"I'm not bullshitting you Corey. He's still married to Angie and he's only using you for sex because she isn't giving him any."

Corey began to start trying to get out of his arms. She knew that he was about to spit in her face after yelling some more things. First he had to kiss her though. Sure enough Randy roughly pulled her to him, kissed her, and the grabbed her ass. The whole time Corey had to make it seem like she was trying to get him away from her, when all she wanted to do was lose herself in him. Then Randy pulled back from her and began yelling at her and then spit at her. Before Randy could force another kiss on her, Undertaker came out and yanked him away from Corey.

"Keep your hands off my daughter…"

Randy was gasping for air as Undertaker placed a hand on his throat and shoved him against the wall. Randy was trying to get Undertaker's hand away from his neck. Just as he felt like he was going to pass out, his dad came up behind him and hit Undertaker over the head. Randy's dad stood over Undertaker's body smiling while Corey crawled over to her dad trying to get him to wake up. Randy just leaned down close to her ear and whispered six words in her ear. Thanks to the microphone on both of their shirts that they had turned on after the talk about Batista, everyone could hear.

"How's it feel to be used?"

Corey flinched and soon he was picking her up again to once again kiss her. He carried her into a locker room while his father followed them in to stand watch somewhat and locked the door.

"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"

Bobby Lashely was standing next to Batista and Rey. They all looked at each other.

"Corey."

The three men quickly run over to the door and start trying to break it open. Randy looks at Corey as his dad opens a side door for them to escape.

"Remember what I said Corey. He doesn't love you."

Corey looked him dead in the eye before speaking.

"Well you don't either so looks like I've now gotten used by two wrestlers."

Corey noticed the look on Randy's face soften and his eyes fill with sadness.

"You're wrong Corey. I do love you. I still love you and I have since we first told each other those precious words."

"Come on son. They're fixing to break in the door and we gotta get outta here before those cameras get in here."

Randy nodded, placed a soft quick kiss on Corey's lips, and then left. Just as the other door closed, the main door was kicked open. Bobby, Rey, Batista, and Undertaker ran in. Bobby, Rey, and Batista went out the other door, while Undertaker ran over to the corner that Corey was curled up in. Undertaker pulled her into his arms and began to calm her crying down. He looked up at the other three men as they walked back into the room.

"Orton will rest in peace. Make no mistake of that."

He then picks up Corey and leaves the room going off camera. Soon its time for Armageddon. Randy walks to Dave's locker room door and knocks on it.

"What do you want Orton? You have a lot of fuckin nerve comin here."

"We need to talk about Corey."

Dave glared at the younger man, stepped aside to let him enter, and then shut the door.