A/N: I am extremely bored today, so this is the reason for the updates.

Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned John or Randy, I wouldn't be writing about screwing them, I'd be doing that.

Spoilers: This will conflict with the current problem with John and Edge later on, but I'm not sure how into detail. It'll also include the draft lottery.

Enjoy!

Chapter 3

…Or will we? Well, life on Raw was interesting, even without someone to fuck around with. I came and won the Women's Championship from the slut-of-the-moment, Trish Stratus (who was and is a good friend of mine). Afterwards, I was invited to join Evolution, which contained the likes of Paul Levesque (a.k.a. Triple H), Ric Flair, Dave Batista, and…Randy Orton. That's right. The self-proclaimed Legend Killer was also shoved off to Raw (after a funny little injury in which he updated us with Randy News Network, or RNN. Is anyone else ready to throw up?). Funnily enough, I got along pretty well with everyone-except him.

"Blecch," I said one day as I saw him in the locker room, where I was waiting for Paul.

"Look, I don't like you either, but hell; you made it work with John, so why can't you do the same with me?"

"Because John was just an ass. You, on the other hand, are not a regular ass. You are a conceited, selfish, idiotic ass, who thinks that the world revolves around him, and thinks that he's God's gift to women. Me actually making peace with you would be the travesty of the century. Happy?" I got up to leave, knocking him aside with my shoulder. Unfortunately, he grabbed me by my shoulder and slammed me against the wall.

"Watch yourself, Eleina. John held back when he messed around with you. I won't, and I swear I'll beat the shit out of you if you try it with me. From now on, you're gonna be nice to me. Got that?"

I laughed. "Make me."

He tightened his grip on my shoulders, like he was trying to break the damn thing off. But I kept a straight face, and eventually he got bored and loosened his grip. I grinned.

"Why are you so fucking stubborn?" he asked.

"Because it's in my nature. I don't do nice…" I said, pointing to my tank top with the message on it. He laughed. Then I realized he still had me pushed against the wall, and I got a little nervous. You would, too, if you knew Randy Orton's track record for things done in a locker room…

'You know, you've grown up real nicely Lei," he murmured. "Hell, if you weren't such a pain in the ass, I'd…" he trailed off, staring down my top.

He was right about that. I had grown up. I'd gone from a B cup to a D naturally, unlike some of my Diva friends here (names will not be placed here, thank you). I lost my little baby fat and sported a toned body (but that was through hard work, not lipo). My light brown complexion stayed the same, as well as my light brown almond shaped eyes. My waist length hair was no longer dark, but a cinnamon brown with black streaks. Nice, yes, but I don't want him of all people realizing this.

"You'll do nothing, because there is no way in hell that I'd let you," I said, trying to push my way past him. No such luck as he pushed me back against the wall. Damn, he's strong, I thought.

"Stop being such a tease. You know you want me," he breathed as he slipped his hands under my shirt.

"No, not really, because as we've discussed, I don't like you and-get off of me! I hissed as he managed to take my shirt off.

"Mmm, beautiful," he said, gazing on my black lace bra. "Now all we have to do is…" he stopped, smirking at me, waiting for me to finish the sentence.

"You wouldn't dare," I said, glaring at him.

No time to resist as he swiftly placed his lips on mine. At first, I kept my mouth closed. But then, me being the intelligent person I am, willingly let his tongue explore my mouth, and before you know it, I'm taking off his shirt, and he has my legs wrapped around his waist, and we're just kissing each other, and I know what's gonna happen next because he pulls out a condom, but I don't stop him and then-

And then the door opens, and Dave walks in. "Holy shi-Am I interrupting something?" He asks with a smile.

I bit my lip. Without looking up, I grab my shirt from off the floor and put it back on. "Nope, nothing at all." I looked in the mirror for a quick fix.

"Lei, we're not finished here," Randy said, looking up at me with a focused face.

"No, I think we are. Later, Dave."

"Eleina, come back-"

I slammed the door shut, and then smacked myself repeatedly in the head for making such a stupid mistake. He's a really good kisser, though, I thought as I walked away.

Over the next few days, I tried avoiding Randy, and it worked pretty well. Until he caught me in the elevator. Now I know what you're thinking, and no, I didn't let him get the best of me this time. Of course, I tried to push past him, but he blocked me.

"Eleina, please, can we talk?"

I huffed. "Listen, Orton, if you think I'm gonna just give into you and become another notch on your bedpost, you are sadly mistaken."

"Look, I'm sorry about that, but I couldn't help myself. And it's not like you weren't into either, ya know," he tried arguing.

"Look, let's make this quick. What do you want?"

"I want to go out with you."

"No. Gee, that was easy," I said, smiling to myself.

"Well, can we at least be friends? Maybe, get to know me a little better? "

"And you're hoping I'll change my mind about you…"

He grinned. "That's the plan. Friends?" He stuck out his hand.

"This is all too familiar…" I thought. "But what the hell? Friends." I shook his hand. He smiled.

The elevator door opened. "Ladies first," he singsonged.

This is gonna be one fucked up relationship, I thought, stepping out.

Over a course of time, Randy and I had gone out on numerous lunches and dinners. We learned everything about each other. He even found out about my self destructive past of cutting and suicidal attempts. So color me surprised when he asked me out after all this. By that time, Randy was too much of a brother to me to have me consider being his girlfriend. But because we had such a strong relationship, he accepted my decline, and instead went after our friend, Michelle. The amount of flirting they did was ridiculous; I'm surprised they hadn't banged each other yet. But I wasn't jealous. My mind was on someone else.

Recently, everyone had been worried about the upcoming Draft Lottery. Michelle and I knew we were safe, so mostly we spent our time badgering our friends to find out who was leaving and who was coming. But there was a big rumor about one man heading over here. I wasn't sure how to feel about it. Right now I was confused. I mean, I didn't exactly hate him when I left, but I'm not sure if I actually liked him. So somebody tell me how I'm supposed to feel about John Cena supposedly coming to Raw?

Can't say you didn't see that one coming! I wonder how this'll all play out…