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A/N: Thanks to everyone for their reviews for the last couple of chapters. Thanks to Spaz for her help in writing some of this chapter. Thanks girl. WARNING: Strong adult content in this chapter. If you can't handle it, then read no further on this chapter. Consider yourselves warned, and if you can handle adult content, enjoy the chapter. 

Chapter 14

Tyson and Jamie

"Tyson, we shouldn't be doing this. I don't want to lose you as my friend." Jamie said, backing away from the kiss.

"Jamie, don't you see? I want to be more than friends. I've always felt this way, ever since we first started training together." Tyson answered, taking Jamie's hand in his.

"I understand that, but with everything that has happened, I just don't want to rush into anything, I don't want to get hurt again." Jamie replied, tears falling down her cheeks once again. The more she cried, the more Tyson wanted to go hunt down Adam Copeland and kick his ass for hurting her.

"Jame, please believe me when I tell you that I do care about you." Tyson said, wiping away the tears that had fallen.

"I know. I just don't want to lose you." Jamie cried.

"Aww, Jamie, you could never lose me." Tyson said, wrapping her in a tight hug.

"Promise me that we can take this slow. If things don't work out between us, I want to know that we can go back to being best friends again. That would kill me more than anything, knowing that I could possibly lose you." Jamie said, wrapping her arms around Tyson's neck.

"I promise you princess, we'll take this as slow as you want. However, we'll always be friends, because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon." Tyson answered, placing a small kiss on her temple.

Heather, John, Rae, and Dave

"I wonder what's going on with Manda and Randy." Heather said laughing, as Rae just looked at her.

"What do you think is going on? I mean, she's either killed him, he's killed her, or they're each planning their own ways to kill us. They haven't been locked up long enough yet. They still have 4 more days until we all have to be in LA for Mania, and for the Hall of Fame banquet Saturday night. It's plenty of time for them to get this shit out of their systems. If this doesn't work, then I don't know what we're going to do." Rae said, as the girls climbed in the backset of the rental car.

"This should be entertaining when we go to pick up Gavin, and Kim and Steve ask where Manda is. Maybe you shouldn't come in with me Rae. They'll know something is up, and I don't think telling them, that we locked their baby girl up in a hotel room with a wrestler until they either kill each other or fuck each other silly, would be something any parent would want to hear." Heather laughed, as Dave turned around and looked at Rae.

"Yeah, I know I wouldn't want to hear that about my daughter. I'd have half a mind to kill the person who did that, then kill the guy." Dave said, laughing at the look on Rae's face.

"You know, ya'll were in on this idea from the get go, so don't be tryin to place all the shit on me." Rae retorted, thumping Heather upside the head.

"Alright, fine. I'm sorry we'll take just as much blame as you, for this crazy assed plan." Heather said, before leaning over to Rae. "So have you and Dave, you know, yet?" She asked earning a glare from Rae, causing Heather to burst into laughter, as John and Dave looked back at them from the front seat.

"What are you two…" Dave started, before John interrupted him.

"Dawg, it's them. They've been like this since I've known them. You just got to learn not to ask too many questions. You'll never figure them out at all." John said, laughing as Heather kicked the back of his seat.

"Heather is just being a dork hon, that's all." Rae answered, leaning up to the front seat, and putting in Ron White's 'Drunk In Public' CD, causing Heather and John to groan in disgust.

"Raechel, pleeeeeeeeeease stop the madness. Everytime we have a long drive, you play this damn CD. I'd rather listen to Rammestein, than listen to this again." Heather whined, as Dave looked back at Rae.

"Don't tell me you've never heard of the Blue Collar Comedy Tour Movie?" Rae asked, and when Dave shook his head no, Rae finished. "We're watching the movie when we get to my place, and you will learn who Ron White, Jeff Foxworthy, Bill Engvall, and Larry the Cable Guy are." Rae said, as silent looks of relief crossed Heather and John's face when Rae took out the CD, and replaced it with her Metallica, Black album.

Randy and Amanda

Amanda walked around the hotel room, trying to stay as far away from Randy as possible. 'Of course, she'd take the one thing I say last night, and use it against me.' Amanda thought to herself, not aware that Randy was watching her every move.

"I bet you planned this didn't you? You want to get with me so bad, that you helped concoct this little hostage like scheme." Randy said, from his place on the bed.

"Oh yeah, I told Rae and Heather to lock me in a fuckin room with Mr. Ego for 3 days. I even told them that I didn't want to have anything of mine with me. Just listen to your hot voice, yeah, that is my idea of fun. Being locked in a room with somebody I can't fuckin stand." Amanda yelled, walking over to the window.

"Yeah, well it's not like I enjoy being locked in a room with a fuckin bitch, either." Randy yelled back, getting up and walking over in front of Amanda.

"You know what? Fuck you Orton," Amanda yelled, raising her hand to slap the man before her. There was no way she was going to deal with his shit until the banquet. She didn't get very far, however, as Randy grabbed her arm quickly.

"You wish sweetheart," he smirked, putting her arm back down to her side before tilting his head to stare at her, his eyes boring holes straight into hers.

"What are you looking at," Amanda demanded, her voice not sounding nearly as disgusted as she wanted it to. He gave her no response to this question but moved his hand, which was still wrapped around her wrist, up to cup her cheek pressing his lips to hers gently.

Amanda's eyes grew wide for a moment but she recovered quickly, pulling him closer to her and kissing him back. Randy pulled away after a moment and a loud smack rang out through the air as Amanda's hand connected with his cheek.

Instead of yelling again, as she expected, Randy's smirk got bigger as he wrapped his hands around her waist, a small growl coming from his throat as he pulled her coming from him. Their lips connected again quickly and Amanda's hands traveled down to hook in the hem of Randy's shirt, pulling it from his body and tossing it over her head.

Their eyes connected, a silent agreement passing through them as they hurriedly stripped off each other's clothing, tossing it in various places in the room. Randy picked Amanda up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed.

"I hate you," Amanda spat out trying to sound furious but her voice, failing her miserably, came out no louder than a whisper.

"No, you don't," Randy smirked, kissing her again as his rough hands traveled slowly down her skin causing her to shiver slightly.

"Do," she countered shakily, her hands traveling down his back, her nails brushing over it slightly on the way down.

"Amanda. Shut up," he replied, covering her mouth with his as he entered her slowly, a small gasp catching in her throat.

Amanda arched her back, pressing her hot skin against his as Randy began his slow, steady movements, his blue eyes staring straight into her blue-green ones. The only sounds that could be heard were their lust heated bodies moving against each other and their low moans mixing in the air, taking all the previous months of pent up frustration with them.

Whimpering, Amanda ran her small hands over Randy's back, her hips rising to meet his as she kissed him. Randy met her midway, his lips pressing to hers in need, as he felt the heat rising inside him. Slowly, he lowered his head, taking a nipple in his mouth, twisting the other between his fingers as his other hand brushed down her side and slowly across her thigh.

Licking her lips slowly, Amanda let out a small cry when she felt Randy's fingers graze her clit briefly. Hooking one hand in his hair she lowered the other to cover his hand, pressing it against her as she moved against him.

As her climax finally hit, Amanda dug her nails into Randy's shoulders, his name escaping her lips as she felt him release inside her witha low growl. Collapsing onto Amanda's chest, Randy placed small kisses around her collar, trying to bring Amanda back down.

"Randy, what did we just do?" Amanda asked, when she was finally able to talk.

"You just had a round with the Legend Killer." Randy replied, his cocky attitude coming back.

"Jesus Orton, grow the fuck up." Amanda yelled, grabbing the sheet, and wrapping herself in it, heading towards the bathroom, grabbing her discarded clothes and Rae's cell phone on the way.

Tyson and Jamie

"Hey Boo. I'm gonna call Rae and let her know that I'll be getting a later flight into Texas. I know she's probably worried about me, since I didn't show up for her "oh so important" meeting.

"Yeah, I ran into Heather in the hall, and just told her that you were in my room. I didn't say anything about Adam and Amy and what they did. Might have mumbled something about Adam being a jackass, but it's all good.

"Alright, give me a few minutes, and I'll be ready to go." Jamie said, hitting the memory button for Rae's cell.

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Amanda had just got out of the shower, and was pulling her jeans on, when Rae's phone started ringing to "I'm Just A Kid."

"Hey Spaz." Amanda greeted, her voice giving away she had been crying.

"Manda? What's wrong? Why are you answering Rae's phone? Did something happen to one of you?" Spaz questioned, hoping nothing had happened, as Tyson looked at her concerned.

"Well I'm sure you knew about Rae's big ol' plan to get me and Randy to like each other? Well she's got us locked in her hotel room until Saturday I guess, and we can't leave. The hotel staff isn't aloud to let us out, unless this place is burning down to the ground. Then just awhile ago, we were of course arguing, and I went to slap him, and he grabbed my arm and put it back down. Next thing I know, he's kissin me, and I'm taking his shirt off of him. Jamie, I actually thought I could like him. Then after it was over, he turned right back into that cocky asshole again." Amanda said, tears silently rolling down her cheeks.

"I guess we both have bad luck with men. Matt Hardy called me the other night, turns out Adam has been cheating on me the whole time, with none other than, Amy. Can you believe that shit?" Jamie asked, as Amanda started laughing slightly. "Is there a reason why you're laughing at the fact my boyfriend cheated on me?" Jamie asked, getting pissed off.

"Spaz, I could hear Tyson in the background going on about something, but I wasn't sure what. Now I know, and tell him he better save a piece of Copeland's ass for me and Rae, alright." Amanda ordered, hearing Jamie giggle a little.

"Alright, I'll tell him. You just um, try and take care of yourself girlie. Don't let Orton get you too upset. Just think, that the next 3 days will go by before you know it." Jamie said, hearing Amanda mumble something about it being 3 days of pure hell, and something about a pitchfork in the eye, she hung up.

"What was that all about?" Tyson asked, happy to see Jamie smiling a little bit.

"Well it seems, as if Rae and Heather have locked Amanda and Randy in a hotel room for the next 3 days, and they aren't aloud to leave, unless the hotel is burning down." Jamie said, as she and Tyson headed down to check out of the hotel.

"They finally decided to lock them up. I was wondering how long that was going to last, before somebody ended up losing their minds having to deal with them." Tyson replied, laughing as the two waited for the elevator to reach their floor.

"Yeah, well not everything is so peachy up there right now." Jamie answered, knowing there was going to be hell to pay come Saturday, and Amanda was going to be the debt collector.

Amanda and Randy

Amanda was still in the bathroom, finishing getting ready, when she noticed her eyes were puffy and red from crying. "Yeah, so no going to let him think that what he said hurt me." Amanda mumbled to herself, not knowing that Randy had been standing by the door while she was talking to Jamie. He had been cursing himself from the moment Amanda left the bed. Why had he said those things? That wasn't how he felt at all. The bathroom door opening, snapped him from his thoughts.

"What are you doing standing here? Want to tell me more about being thrilled by the Legend Killer?" Amanda asked, trying to block out the image of him standing there in nothing but his boxers.

"Well, you were in the bathroom, maybe I have to use it." Randy replied, in the same cocky tone he's always used around her.

"It's free now your highness." Amanda replied, bowing in a servant like manner.

"Manda…" Randy started, but was quickly interrupted when Amanda shot him a death glare.

"Only my friends call me Manda, and since you're not one of them, the name is Amanda, to you." She said, not taking the cold glare she had, off him.

"Sorry. Why are we doing this to each other, Amanda? We both know we have some sort of feelings or attraction to one another, so why do we keep biting each others heads off?" Randy asked, walking closer to Amanda.

"Well, I'm not the one that started this whole thing. You decided that day I accidentally ran into you, that you were going to be this fuckin prick, and I wasn't going to let you walk all over me. Incase you haven't noticed, I really don't give a shit if people like me or they don't. If you don't like me, then be prepared to deal with the same shit you give me." Amanda said, before walking out onto the balcony, leaving Randy staring in disbelief.