Chapter Sixteen Disclaimer: All other chapter disclaimers are in previous disclaimers. I make no claims to own any World Wrestling Entertainment, or NWA: Total Nonstop Action superstars, nor do I own their souls. Those who joined the WWE, their souls were sold to Vince McMahon the moment their pens touched the contract signature line. Those who are of TNA talent regained their souls from the evil Vince McMahon, or just have common sense, lol.
NOTE: I was so wrapped up in dealing with the relationship between Krys and Matt, that I hadn't even realized I had supporting characters in this as well, lol. So, this chapter lovingly goes out to my friend Ember Evans, who has an evil musi whore out there in the world somewhere, LOL.
While Krys was in the middle of her crisis with Matt and Shelton, Kira, however, was having a ton of problems with her boyfriend, Mark Jindrak. Mark had been released from the WWE, which raised his temper level, which put a strain on their relationship. Secondly, he had become overly possessive and overbearing, which annoyed her to no end. Everytime she went out, he called her cell phone not even an hour later, demanding to know where she was, who she was with, and other insignificant details.
The night Krys and Matt made their returns to RAW, and attacked Edge and Lita right before Survivor Series, Kira had been given the night off. So, unable to find much to do while the rest of the show went on without a hitch, she walked around, talking to people at random, hoping to find something to do before she tired herself out doing nothing at all.
Walking quickly through the halls, still finding nothing to do, she had half a mindset to leave the arena already, when she heard a voice calling her name. "Hey, Kira!" a voice called. Tossing her hair quickly to see who was calling her, she was pleasantly surprised to see Randy Orton, the "Legend Killer" himself, making his way toward her.
"Yes, Randy?" she asked politely, wondering exactly why Randy was talking to her. "Um, sorry to be rude and to the point, but, what exactly are you talking to me?"
Randy cocked his head to the side, and studied her for a moment. "I was just wondering if... if you'd like to go to dinner with me?" he asked slowly, not at all like his usual, direct self.
Kira was temporarily thrown off by his question. "Um... Randy," she started slowly, wondering how to break this to him, "I'm sorry to break this to you, but you do realize that I HAVE a boyfriend, right?"
"Yeah, I know," he said back, shrugging his shoulders. "But I saw the way Mark had been treating you, and I don't like it at all. In fact, I was thinking that you should leave Mark. He's nothing like the way he was when you guys first hooked up." Randy raised his hand, and began to tick off all her boyfriend's flaws. "One, he's annoying the piss out of you, I can tell when you talk to him on your phone. Two, he's out of work, and is taking it all out of you when it's his own dumb fault he got fired in the first place. Three, he's smothering you, and you're pushing him away without even realizing it." He placed a hand on her shoulders, and looked at her, compassion filling his gaze. "Kir, you're not the perfect girl everyone thinks you are," he replied, his voice lowering to a soft drone that made her shiver. "You're more or less a goth, and you don't really socialize with the other girls, with the exception of Alex, Kat and Krys."
Kira gave him a death glare the moment he mentioned that she was a goth, and he backtracked before he had a slap across the face for his efforts. "Anyway, I'm not trying to insult you or anything, but I think that Mark is treating you like pure shit, and you don't deserve that from a boyfriend. Not a boyfriend, not anyone. I just want to let you know that if I were in Mark's place, that I would never..." he took a step toward her, and ran a hand through her hair "...never, ever treat you the way he currently is."
Her mind currently running a blank, Kira looked at him. "So, if I go to dinner with you, can we actually talk this all the way through?"
"Certainly."
Kira smiled, reached in the pocket of her jeans, and turned off her cell phone. "You've got yourself a deal, Mr. Orton."
xXOne Hour LaterXx
Mark Jindrak turned his phone off, then tossed it to the other end of the bed angrily. What the hell could she be doing that she just turns her phone off without a word about it to me? he thought angrily.
He got his jacket, and shrugged it on, then headed out to the nearest bus station. Like it or not, Kira Alexis Summers was going to explain herself to him. And he didn't give a damn who or what heard what she had to say.
xXA few hours LaterXx
"Wow, Randy, I never had so much fun with Mark when we first hooked up," Kira said, her arm wrapped around Randy's as they walked back to the hotel the WWE Superstars were staying at until Survivor Series. "Dinner at a restaurant I've never even heard of, and a walk down a cold beach? Weird, but romantic, you know." She then sighed, and put her head on his shoulder. "You know, I think you were right when you said that Mark didn't deserve me."
"I was?" he asked, looking down at her. She smiled up at him in response, and he got his cocky smirk back. "Well, then, aren't you glad you took my advice?" he boasted, pretending to be cocky and arrogant again.
Seeing right through his visad, Kira pretended to be annoyed, and slapped Randy upside the head. "You're such a phony, Randall," she said mockingly, then, without thought or concern about what was going to happen once it happened, kissed Randy dead on the lips.
Randy hadn't been prepared for Kira's bold and extremely daring move, so when their lips met, his first instinct was to pull away. He saw the slightly hurt look in her eyes, and felt a tinge of regret. "Don't worry about that," he said with that grin of his on his face again. "It was out of habit. I haven't been with anyone since Samantha and I broke up, and it was kind of hard..."
"I understand," she whispered quietly. "Samantha and Mark are the only things standing in our way of a relationship, huh? I think I know a way to get Mark out of the picture." She pushed Randy into the hotel lobby, and over to the nearest wall. "As soon as I call him, I'm breaking up with him. I don't give a damn what he thinks anymore, I just want to be with you."
The two kissed passionately, Kira clawing at his shirt. Randy could feel himself start to harden, and he wanted nothing more than to push Kira up against the nearest wall, rip her clothes off, and bang her until they couldn't stand straight anymore.
Before anything more could commence, a loud, angry voice bellowed throughout the hotel, and guests turned and stared in amazement at who could be so angry.
"Get your fucking hands away from her, Orton!" Mark Jindrak yelled as loud as he could, running up to the two of them, and punching Randy hard in the gut.
Randy went down, gasping for air, and clutching at his abdomen. "What the hell was that for, Mark?" Kira hissed, her eyes glittering with rage at what her boyfriend had just done. "Are you alright, Randy?" she asked, bending down to assist Randy any way she could. Finally, she stood up and slapped Mark dead across the face. "How dare you, Mark... how dare you come rushing in at Randy like that? You silly bastard, don't you realize a break-up when you see it?"
Mark grabbed Kira's arm angrily and jerked her to his side, making her scream out in pain. The hotel clerk at the desk grabbed the phone and called the local police station, informing them of the disturbance in the lobby. The clerk then called Eric Bischoff down to the lobby to help handle the situation somewhat. "Kira, I don't want you anywhere near this jackass ever again," he said angrily, glaring at Randy as he struggled to breathe. "I'm gonna make sure he doesn't touch you ever again!"
Before Mark could rush at Randy again, Kira ran forward, and placed herself in front of Randy, shielding him. "Mark, STOP!" she cried. "I have feelings for Randy, more than I ever had for you! With only a few hours of talking, and some dinner, Randy has captured my heart far more than you ever could in a few years! I don't want to be with you anymore! Leave me alone!"
At first, Mark had a look of shock on his face, not believing he heard what he thought he heard. "Are... are you breaking up with me?" he asked, his face starting to turn red. "You stupid little bitch!" he yelled, pulling back his hand, and drew it across his face, slapping her to the ground.
With a bellow of fury, Randy tackled Mark to the ground, and the two men who considered themselves best of friends, began to fight. It was more intense than any fight the two had had separately in the ring. Kira held her face, and only stared on in stunned silence as Randy tried his best to punch Mark's face in.
He hit me... she thought slowly, her mind refusing to comprehend what had just happened. I... I can't believe he had just hit me. Something trickled down her lip, and, fearing the worst, she raised a hand to the corner of her lip. She felt the sting of her cold hands on the wound, and pulled her fingers back to see a small dot of crimson staining her fingers. She drew away from the fight, and backed right into Bischoff, who tried his best to comfort the shaken girl, and ask her what had happened.
Finally, the police had arrived, and broke up the fight. The clerk explained that Mark had barged into the hotel earlier that night, about fifteen minutes or so before Kira and Randy had arrived back there from their night out, demanding to know her room number, and to get a key to her room.
"After being refused what he demanded to know and get, he had stalked to a corner of the lobby and sat in wait, awaiting when Ms. Summers and Mr. Orton would show up. After seeing Kira and Randy in the passionate embrace he'd witnessed, he had flown off the handle, and attacked Mr. Orton," the clerk, a nervous young girl, with glasses, and bright red hair said, casting a frightened look at the enraged former WWE wrestler in handcuffs right in front of her.
After listening to testimonies by Kira and Randy, the police released Randy, and hauled Mark off to the local district jail, his yelling curses the whole way. Eric, not knowing what to say, asked to speak to Kira once she got to her hotel room for the night. "I've been approached with a storyline directly from Mr. Vince McMahon himself, and I wanted to run it by you, before going through with it," he'd said, then, after making final checks on Randy and Kira both, decided to take his leave until Kira called his executive suite to discuss the storyline later.
Once the drama was over, Randy went to Kira's side, and gently touched her face. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, pressing their foreheads together, an attempt to comfort her. He touched her lip, and flinched. "That cut on your lip looks bad. Come on to my room, I'll try and get that cleaned up." Kira nodded and followed the man in front of her, her lust completely and utterly forgotten for the night.
xXIn Randy's RoomXx
"I'm so, so sorry about what happened," Randy said softly, folding up a napkin and pouring some peroxide into the cloth. "I pushed you too fast, and... I had no idea Mark was here. Maybe tonight was a bad idea."
He touched her lip with the cloth, and Kira flinched a little. "No, no, Randy, tonight wasn't a bad idea," she said quickly, trying to talk through the lump in her throat. "I like you, I really do, and I'm the one who should be apologizing for Mark showing up here tonight. I made the mistake of turning my phone off, and that's probably what caused him to show up here tonight, looking for me. If anything, I should be apologizing to you, and cleaning your wounds."
Randy grinned, then winced. "I think you might wanna call Bischoff sometime tonight," he said slowly. "I don't think I want to let you leave this room tonight at all, with what happened tonight. I actually think it might be better if you just stayed here the night, and took my bed, while I sleep on the sofa."
"Randy, please," she said, holding up a hand. She then snatched the cloth from him, and poured more peroxide into it, then applied it to the wound above his eye. "Ouch, look at that black eye," she said. "Looks like you're gonna need some raw steak for that thing," she joked.
Randy touched the black eye, and flinched. "Ouch, this bad boy's extra tender. Looks like that steak we ate earlier should have been kept raw to be put to better use, like this black eye, eh?" The two laughed, then sobered up.
"I think I'll make that call," Kira said quickly, then made her way into the main room of the suite. She picked up the phone, and dialed the lobby desk, asking for Bischoff's room phone number.
The clerk connected the call, and Eric picked up, knowing it was Kira. "Kira, glad you could call," he said pleasantly. "I'm sorry for earlier."
"It's no problem," she said, waving the incident out of her mind, though she was sure it would stay there for a good long while. "So, what kind of storyline did you wanna talk about, Eric?"
"Well, as I said earlier in the lobby, this suggestion came directly from the chairman of the board himself, Mr. McMahon," Eric explained. "He's into the whole 'entertainment over wrestling' thing again, so I can sympathize with you on this one."
Taking a deep breath, he said, "Vince and the writers want to try an HLA angle with you and one of the other Divas."