Dundundun... Lots of drama in this chapter. Hehe. You'll find out...
Jericho's back 'cause... he's awesome. Yeah.
Randy was shooken awake god-knows how long later, and opened his eyes to see John.
"Yo, man, wake up. We gotta get outta here soon," John whispered, going around and packing up their stuff.
Randy yawned, stretched, and got off of the bed. "Why are we whispering?"
"Mel," John told him, nodding over at Mel's sleeping form. Her and Randy were both still in their clothes from the night before, having fallen asleep on the bed. Randy remembered something else from the night before, too...
"Hey, John?" Randy said in a low voice, creeping over to his suitcase to change. "I gotta tell you something... Last night, right before we fell asleep, I kinda... asked Mel to be my girlfriend." There was an uncomfortable silence in the room as their eyes met, John's filled with fire and Randy's looking hopeful. Finally, John softened his gaze and smiled.
"Take care of her, man. Not just for me, but for her sake. She doesn't deserve to get her heart broken." John walked over and did the odd little half hug, half handshake thing that guys do (A/N does that have a name...?) before going back to packing. Randy pulled on a loose white t-shirt and jeans, throwing the rest of his stuff in the suitcase.
"Shouldn't we wake Dave and Matt up?" Randy wanted to know, plopping onto the floor.
John shook his head, searching under beds for stuff. "Nah. They packed last night, before we went to sleep. We do have to wake Mel up soon, though. Talk about a nightmare," he laughed quietly.
"What time does the plane leave? And where are we going?" Randy asked. He looked at the time; 7:53 am.
John shrugged. "Vince is gonna call us with the details around 8:15. I know we're leaving around 10, though." He walked over to the side of Mel's bed, sighing heavily. "Time to wake the sleeping beast..."
Randy chuckled. "Good luck, dude." John grabbed her hairbrush and crept as far away from Mel as he could, before poking her awkwardly with it. He did it a few times and finally she stirred, groaning and rolling over.
"What time is it?" were the first words out of her mouth, muffled because her face was in her pillow.
"About 8. We told you you'd have to wake up this early... That's why Dave and Matt let you sleep in until what... 3 yesterday?" Randy teased, leaning down to kiss her. She smiled up at him, and sat up.
"Guess I'd better pack then..." she sighed, getting up. "Wait, how come those two are allowed to sleep and I have to get up?"
"Well, they already-" John started to say, but he wasn't fast enough. Mel had already walked over and kicked both of them, lightly but firmly, waking them up. "-finished packing," he finished, shaking his head.
Mel blinked. "Oh. Sorry guys!" They glared at her evily, before getting up and getting ready at the speed of light. By the time they were ready to go, Mel hadn't even picked out what she was going to wear that day. After being yelled at to hurry up, she chose a camo shirt that said "Ha! Now you can't see me!", jeans, and lime green Chuck hightops. When she was done, Matt's phone rang, and he ran to pick it up.
"Yo, Mr. M. Yeah... uh-huh... no problem. Later," he said rapidly, snapping the phone shut when he was done. "We're off to Miami!"
Dave nodded. "My angel and my baby girls wanted to fly out to my next show; I should go call them and let them know where it is." He stepped outside, taking his cell out and shutting the door.
Mel smiled. "It's sweet, how much he cares about his family. I can't wait to meet them."
"They're nice. I've met 'em before. His little girls are adorable," John told her, shouldering his bags and walking out. "C'mon, we have to leave."
Randy picked up his bag, and when Mel made a motion to get hers, he took it, smiling and walking downstairs. Her face grew dreamy, and she followed them. Matt, who was the last out, rolled his eyes and grabbed his stuff, walking beside Dave.
Later, they were on the plane heading towards Miami. Mel leaned her chair back and relaxed, staring at the tv screen. Randy was doing the same thing beside her, his arms stretched lazily out behind him. Mel clicked off her seatbelt and crawled closer to Randy, snuggling up against him. He smiled and wrapped his arm around her, and she dozed off on his chest. He planted a kiss on the top of her head and returned to watching the in-flight movie, which was Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. It was one of the WWE's private jets, so they could show whatever they wanted without having to worry about the FCC or whatever. About 1/3 of the Smackdown superstars were on the jet, running around and having fun. Scotty had turned on the movie, and him and Rey were arguing about which was a better stoner movie; Jay and Silent Bob or Cheech and Chong. John, Matt, and Dave were playing Monopoly, and it was turning into a very violent game. JBL and his Cabinet were playing Poker with neon chips, Chris Jericho was in the corner rocking out with his iPod, and Bobby Lashley, Booker, and Sharmell were somewhere randomly, discussing who-knows-what.
"I bought Park Avenue! Me! Stop stealing my property!" John yelled, standing up and pointing his finger in Matt's face at every word.
Matt stood up and put his face 2 inches from John's. "No you didn't! I bought it back when you were in jail for killing that hooker on St. James Place!"
"DAVE! WHO HAD PARK AVENUE?" they both shouted, causing Dave to cringe. He sighed, snatched the property card they were arguing over, and tore it in half.
"There, it doesn't matter. Now shut the hell up. You're drawing attention to us, and the copilot's already complained. God, kids..." Dave muttered, kicking back.
Matt sat back down, then leaned over and smacked Dave in the back of the head. "Hey, don't call us kids, Dad."
Dave looked over at Matt, his face growing red. He stood up and roared at Matt, causing everyone to look at them. He glared at them, and sat back down. The co-pilot walked out, looking frightened. "Umm, you have to keep it quiet out here folks... You're distracting the pilot." He scurried back into the control room, leaving Dave, John, and Matt looking glum. Everyone else shrugged simultaneously, before returning to what they were doing.
Mel stirred, and Randy looked down at her, stroking her hair.
"What the fuck was that all about..." she muttered sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
Randy jerked his head in the direction of Dave, Matt, and John. "Monopoly gone horribly, horribly wrong." Mel laughed, and walked over to them.
"Y'all woke me up..." she said, annoyed. John looked sulkily at her.
"I don't care. I didn't get my property." Mel sighed, and flicked him in the back of the head.
"Hey! What is it with people and doing that? Didn't you see what Dave did when Matt smacked him?" John yelped, rubbing his head. Mel sighed, and walked back to Randy, collapsing across the seat and resting her head on his stomach. She glanced out the window; it was getting dark.
"Where are we, anyway?" she asked Randy, looking up at him.
"Somewhere over Georgia," he told her, indicating the screen that explained the weather and stuff. (A/N: they left around 11 because.. well, you always have to wait for airplanes. And I'm guessing it takes 4 hours or so to fly from Colorado to the east coast, because it takes 5 from the west coast. So counting the time change, it's about 7 pm.)
"'Kay," she yawned, rolling over so her face was bured in his stomach and going back to sleep. He smiled down at her and carefully slipped a pillow under her head, so he could get up and go over to the guys.
They acknowledged his presence by grunting, and he sat down at the 4th chair around the small table they were playing at.
"I'm glad there's no turbulence on this flight... Our game would be wrecked," Matt said, rolling the dice.
"Mel sleeping?" Dave asked, getting a nod from Randy.
"Dunno how... Even though we're quiet, it's still loud as hell in here," John commented, moving his little chain around the board.
Randy cocked his head. "That's not from the game, is it?"
John shrugged. "Monopoly pieces are boring. We improvised. I'm a chain, Matt's a yin-yang sign, and Dave's a little dragon."
"Why a chain?"
"'Cause I'm gangster."
"Uh-huh..." Randy rolled his eyes, ducked John's fist, and walked over to Rey and Scotty.
"Hey, Orton! What's with you and the new chick?" Scotty asked, greeting him warmly with the guy handshake-hug thing. (A/N: I really need a name for that. Anyone got any suggestions/know what it's actually called? Leave it in a review )
Randy looked at his feet. "Well... we'rekindasortagoingout," he muttered rapidly.
"Woahhh! Randy the P.I.M.P.! Ready to settle down, kid?" Scotty asked, pulling Randy into a headlock.
"Tch. I don't see you marrying anybody," Randy argued, pulling out of Scotty's arm. (A/N: Is Scotty married? I'm not sure.)
"Oooo, the playa's getting defensive," Rey teased, backflipping out of Randy's way.
Randy laughed. "Chill, guys, I just met the girl less than 3 weeks ago."
"Don't matter, dude. Love swoops down and bites you in the ass when you're least expecting it, like the mosquitos," Rey told him, putting his arm across Randy's shoulder and waving his other one around dreamily. Randy sighed heavily and walked back over to Mel, gently lifting up her head and putting it back on his stomach, before falling asleep beside her.
The plane started to shake, and Mel woke up, stretching. "Randy? The plane's going to land soon... Raaaaandy..." She shook him awake, and he groaned.
"What? Huh? Oh... 'Morning... Where are we? Did we do it already?"
Mel laughed. "No, genius. We're on the plane. What the fuck have you been dreaming? We're going to land soon, kid."
"Just because everyone else calls you kid doesn't mean you can call me kid... I'm older than you anyway, kid," he said, tweaking her nose and clipping his seatbelt together. She sniffed and hugged her arms to her chest.
"Don't like planes... Jesus... Do they have to shake so much?" she said softly, shutting her eyes tightly. Randy took one of her hands and gave it a gentle squeeze. He saw her face relax, and caressed her hand gently with his thumb.
"How's she doin' over there?" John called from his seat across the plane.
"She's okay," Randy called back, looking back at Mel and seeing that her eyes were open. She smiled at him, and looked at the floor, taking a deep breath.
The plane landed, and Mel smiled at Randy again, before grabbing her bag and rushing off the plane. John walked up to him and clapped him on the back.
"Nice job... That's the calmest she's ever been while a plane was landing since she was 6," John told him, before grabbing his stuff and heading off with the other guys. Randy gave a small smile, and brought up the rear.
"Another day, another hotel room," Dave sighed, pushing the door open and collapsing onto one of the beds.
"When's your family coming?" Mel wanted to know, putting her bag in the corner.
"They're flying in Friday morning."
Mel poked her head through the doors leading out of the room. "Two bathrooms. Better than last time. Plus, this room is huge... 4 beds."
Randy wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. "My, my... One short. One of us has to sleep on the floor... Or we can share..." he said quietly, grinning naughtily. She laughed, and pushed him away.
"J.C.! Can I share a bed with you? It's not like we've never done it... 'Member that time we went to Grandma's house?" she called, smiling evily at Randy and loping over to John.
"Oh Jesus... Don't remind me," John groaned.
"What happened?" Matt asked, now interested.
Mel laughed. "When I was 15 and J.C. was 20, Mom made us stay with Grandma for a week. She had two guest rooms, but one of them had some infestation, so I had to sleep with J.C. in his bed. Worst week of our lives... The bed was about half the size of these ones, so we kept falling off onto the hardwood floor." Mel rubbed the back of her head from the memories, and Matt, Dave, and Randy were all laughing.
"Hey! Laugh if you will. I should make all you share one bed 'til we leave Miami and see how you like it," John said, pointing at them.
Randy looked at him like he was crazy. "I'd rather sleep on the balcony..."
"Whatever. It's getting late... Last one to the beds has to sleep in the bathtub!" Mel called, shutting off the light and jumping onto one of the beds. All the guys dashed to the other ones, leaving Randy standing in the middle of the room. He crept into bed beside her.
"Is this seat taken? A mysterious stranger needs a place to stay," he whispered, and Mel could see him grin in the dark. She snickered.
"Well, Mr. Mysterious Stranger, there's this guy, see. I really like him, and he's one of my brother's best friends. His name's Randy... Seen him anywhere?" she whispered back slyly, and he bumped her forehead gently with his. "Keep your hands away from inappropriate places, mister," she told him sternly, before wrapping her arms around him and falling asleep. Randy kissed her forehead and hugged her close to him, falling asleep soon after she did.
Mel was the first one awake Friday morning. She wriggled out of Randy's arms and dashed for the bathroom. She blasted on the shower and started singing songs by Fall Out Boy, which in time woke up everyone else. This didn't please them eternally, but they were used to it. Mel didn't let anybody sleep in if she was the first one awake.
"How does that girl manage to ever get up before us? She used to sleep in rediculously late, but now she wakes up at 6 am. What happened?" Dave groaned, cracking his knuckles and pulling on a black shirt, jeans, and biker boots.
"It's gradually started since we've been waking her up for plane flights and whatnot," John remarked, drawing back the curtains and searching through his suitcase.
"3 weeks and she goes from waking up at noon to waking up at the asscrack of dawn... That kid amazes me sometimes," Matt sighed, wriggling under his comforter and rolling onto his stomach.
Randy listened quietly, waiting patiently for Mel's return. He hated spending time apart from her, which had been proven in the last few days in Miami. They had gone to dinner twice, and the whole group had spent the whole day at Great America (A/N: do those only exist in California?), where she clutched his hand like crazy when they were on rollercoasters. He adored her for it, and was happy that he could give her some consolation for her fear.
She burst out of the door, glowing, her hair still damp from the shower. "'Morning guys! Sorry 'bout, you know, waking you up... A girl has to look her best when she's going out there in front of the fans, right?" she said sheepishly, and they smiled at her.
"It's all good, Mel. It gives us more time to prepare... What's the plan for tonight, anyway?" John wanted to know.
Mel hopped onto her bed and opened up her laptop, going to her email. "Vince emailed me... Randy, you have a match against the Undertaker tonight."
"Again?" Randy groaned. "He's not gonna let this rest, is it?"
"Look on the bright side. Your dad's gonna be managing you, me alongside. I finally get to meet Mr. Orton," she said, smiling at him. He couldn't help but smile back. "I've gotta go shopping, though. I need something new to wear. I've got to add some finishing touches and then we can go, 'kay?" She bounced to the bathroom, shutting the door. When she mentioned shopping, a light went on in Randy's head.
"Hey, John. You mentioned Mel hates skirts and makeup and stuff, right?" Randy said in a low voice.
"Yeah. What about it?"
"What about the miniskirt and makeup she wore that night at the club and that night we crashed RAW?"
John shrugged. "Guess she was trying to impress you. Feel special, dude. You're the first person I've ever seen that she's done that for voluntarily."
Just then, Mel ran back out, hair blown straight, eyes sparkling. She was in baggy camo pants and a green shirt that said "It's Only Illegal If You Get Caught". "Ready to go?" she asked brightly. The guys nodded, and they all headed out the door.
A few hours later, they were in the foodcourt at the Miami Mall, signing autographs while they were eating their pizza. Mel had about 2 bags so far, because she wasn't big on shopping. She was incredibly picky with her clothes, and despite Randy's offering to pay for everything, ended up taking 1/5 of what she tried on. They had taken a different car of John's, a black amoured hummer, because Matt thought it looked cool.
"Dude, how many cars do you have?" Matt asked, once the crowd died down.
"A lot. I like cars," John replied.
Mel stuffed the rest of her pizza in her mouth and swallowed it rapidly. "Do you still have the Escalade Uncle Tony gave you when you turned 16?"
John nodded. "Yep. I keep it in West Newberry though, so I can roll through the streets like I did back then.
Matt blinked. "You got an Escalade when you were 16?"
"Uncle Tony was rich," John said. "I think he might've been in the Mafia, though."
"He did seem to own a lot of black suits... And those sunglasses were always kinda suspicious," Mel said thoughtfully, before her and John started laughing.
"Him and Aunt Lucia always did live the high life. But whatever. They never got caught, so like your shirt says, it was all good."
"The Cena family has secret Mafia connections? My, my, I never knew," Dave teased. John threw a fry at him.
"Hey, hey, it was just them. The rest of our family was normal... Or as normal as could be, growing up in our family, anyway," Mel said, joining John in pelting Dave in fries. He threw his arms up in defense and fought the food off, laughing. "Alright, c'mon, we'd better go back to the hotel and get ready."
They arrived at Miami's arena about half an hour before Smackdown was due to start, which left time for dinner in catering and catching up with everyone else. Mel, who was dressed in baggy black short shorts and a sparkly green and black tanktop, ran over to talk to Sharmell, one of the only Divas that didn't annoy the hell out of her. The only other Divas on Smackdown were Melina, with whom there were obvious problems with, and Stacy. She had been on vacation, so Mel hadn't actually met the girl yet, but since she was Randy's ex, and Mel was with Randy... Well, she had a feeling things wouldn't be too smooth between them. Stacy was probably going to call her out later, but Mel didn't care. She knew she could kick Stacy's ass if need be, so everything was good.
While Mel was doing whatever she was doing, Randy, John, Matt, and Dave were sitting with Rey, Scotty, Booker, and Chris. "What's with Vince and putting me up against 'Taker all the time... It was fun and all, but I thought it was all solved or whatever," Randy sighed, chewing on the end of a toothpick.
"Don't worry. You'll kick that assclown's... ass," Chris reassured him, picking at a guitar.
"Yeah, you've got us for backup," Dave said, dressed crisply in a black pinstriped suit. Just then, a pretty woman in her mid-thirties followed by two girls, both around the age of 13, walked into the door.
"Daddyy!" The younger one said, and they both ran towards him. (A/N: I have no idea what his daughters' names are, and I can't find it anywhere on the internet, but if anyone knows, I'd love it if you told me. For now, I'm going to call the younger one Chloe and the older one Rebecca. His step-daughter won't appear in this story.) He embraced them.
"Chloe! Becky! How are you, my babies?"
Rebecca, a spunky 14 year old who had just started high school, popped a piece of pink bubblegum in her mouth and shrugged. "Life's life, dad. Boring days at school, studying at night. The usual."
"7th grade sucks, Dad," Chloe said, crossing her arms and pouting. Dave chuckled.
"I had to go through it. So do you."
"But why?" she whined. Rebecca flicked her on the back of the head.
"Stop whining, Chloe. You're distracting everyone else from their... Wrestling talk."
While the two girls bickered, Dave walked over and kissed his wife, hugging her. "Angie, my angel, how are things at home?"
She smiled, her eyes flickering with happiness. "Everything's the same. We miss you, though. You haven't come home in a while."
"I know, baby, I'm so sorry. I've had to help the new kid over there get used to the business. She's John's little sister, Melody. I promise, after the show tonight, I'll fly home with you all and take a day off from work next week. I'm sure Vince won't mind." He jerked his head in Mel's direction, who was chatting casually to Chris about music. Randy walked over to her and rested his chin on the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her stomach.
"That's so sweet... Young love... Remember how we used to be like that?" Angie giggled.
"Ugh, don't remind me. I was at Holly's house almost every night to get away from you two," Rebecca groaned, pulling her hair up in a ponytail. She and Chloe went off to talk to the Superstars, Rebecca heading over to Rey and Chloe going towards Matt.
A ringing sounded through the speakers, signaling that the show had 5 minutes until it started. Dave kissed his family and told them he'd see them after the show, and they went to their ringside seats. JBL, who had a match against the Boogeyman, headed out towards the entrance ramp. The Boogeyman was going to appear in however creepy way he had dreamed up, probably by crawling out from under the ring. (A/N: Am I the only one who has the theory that the Boogeyman is Farooq?) Mel kicked back in a recliner, waiting for something exciting to happen and watching the video moniter intently.JBL finally kicked the Boogeyman's ass, and ran out with Lillian before he could strike back. After the commercial break, Stacy walked out, holding a mic and looking pissed. 'Here we go,' Mel thought.
"Melody Cena, get out here!" She snapped into the mic, putting her hand on her hip. Mel sighed.
"I'll be back soon, y'all," she told them, before jogging out to the ring. Her music hit, and she caught a mic tossed to her by one of the ring assistants. She jumped over the ropes and leaned against one of the turnbuckles casually. "What's up? Don't think I've met you before."
"That's right, you haven't. But I can see you've already gotten acquainted with my ex, Randy," Stacy hissed. Mel rolled her eyes. These girls were the same as they were in high school. Since Stacy was being so uptight about it, Mel decided to have a little fun.
"Oh, yeah. I've become very... familiar with him. Way more than you ever dared to go, he told me," Mel said, grinning wickedly. They had done no such thing, but Mel got a kick out of pissing Stacy off.
Stacy's eyes bulged. "You whore!" she shouted.
Mel's eyes flashed. "Whore?" She pushed herself off the turnbuckle and walked towards Stacy, her eyes slanted dangerously. "You're one to talk. You've been passed around to almost every guy on this business. There's a reason they all traded you on, Stacy. No guy likes a real whore for more than one night." She dropped the mic and kicked Stacy in the stomach, RKO'ing her. Mel grabbed the mic again, and pulled Stacy's head up by her hair. "That's something else Randy taught me. And I can see it's come in handy. RKO'd by Randy and his new girlfriend... Not a very good track record, I must say." Mel tossed the mic out of the ring and flipped back out of the ring, smiling and walking back to catering. She got there and was immediately pulled into a hug by Randy.
"I taught you well, kid," he said, grinning.
She glared at him. "Only 8 months younger, Randy... 8 months..."
He smiled sheepishly and kissed her. Everyone in the room started cheering, and Mel managed to flip them off without moving her head. When they managed to pull away from each other, everyone else was pretending to do their own thing but were secretly watching them. "Oh, get lives, people," she sighed, going back to her recliner. Randy sat on the floor beside her, and John and Matt walked over.
"Nice job, kid," Matt said, earning a death glare. John nodded his agreement before dropping to the floor and doing pushups.
Mel yawned and stretched out, closing her eyes. She listened to the guys talk for a while, about tactics and different moves and such, before drifting off.
Mel was awoken about an hour later by John, who poked her until she woke up. "C'mon, we gotta go out with Randy in 5 minutes and you won't be much help if you're sleeping," he teased. handing her an energy drink.
"I could still kick your ass in my sleep..." she muttered, gulping it down. Randy, Dave, and Matt were sitting down at a table, Randy cracking his knuckles and stretching. She walked over to him and draped her arms over his shoulders, pressing her cheek up against his. "You'll be fine, sweetie. And when you've beaten him, I'll be right there, ready to jump into your arms and celebrate your victory."
"Promise?" he asked her.
"Promise," she said, locking her pinky with his. Matt, Dave, and John all rolled their eyes.
"C'mon, lovebirds, Randy can't be late for his own match," Matt said, and they headed for the ring.
They came out first, Randy's music blasting through the arena, and Randy climbed into the ring to do his little routine. The others went in with him, doing their own little things to get recognition from the crowd.
"You're the cockiest guy in this building," Mel whispered. "But that's okay. It's kinda cute." She kissed him again before jumping over the ropes and landing on the floor, causing the crowd to gasp. She half-smiled and shrugged, standing between John and Matt to watch the match. The arena went dark, and the Undertaker's music sounded. Purple smoke billowed through the arena, and Mel shuddered. 'This guy scares the hell out of me,' she thought. The hooded druids walked out, carrying a coffin, They set it down halfway down the ramp and turned toward it, doing some kind of ritualistic motions and chanting. The coffin's lid rose on its own, and the Undertaker rose out. He walked toward the ring, doing his trademark eyes-wide-open-as-they-can-be thing, climbing into the ring.
He picked up a mic and raised it slowly to his mouth. "Orton... Tonight... I'm going to get you. You're not going to expect it, but I've been watching you with the eyes of a hawk, and I know how to get you," he said, his voice low and scary.
"You're not going to get me. Nothing can phase The Legend Killer," Randy said confidently, tossing the mic out of the ring and diving at The Undertaker. He collided with 'Taker's stomach, knocking him down. Of course, he sat right back up, standing up and Sidewalk Slamming Randy. He stomped on Randy's chest, causing Randy to stir. Randy rolled out of 'Taker's way before he could stomp on him again, and scrambled up before dropkicking 'Taker. Randy elbow dropped him, before trying for the pin. 'Taker kicked out right at 2, and Randy sprang back. 'Taker got up and Randy ran at him, but 'Taker caught him and slammed him down again. Randy groaned, and crawled away before 'Taker could pull something. Randy wasn't fast enough, though, and 'Taker grabbed Randy by his boot to drag him back over. 'Taker picked Randy up, before Pumphandle Slamming Randy. Mel bit her lip to keep from crying out. 'Taker moved in for another move, but Randy kicked him away, jumping to his feet and back chopping him. Before 'Taker could recover, Randy did a Reverse Atomic Drop, causing a thud in the ring.
The match went on for about 20 more minutes, with Randy mostly in control. Mel chewed her thumbnail anxiously. 'Taker was getting tired, and Randy could sense it. He kicked 'Taker in the gut and did the RKO, going for the pin immediately. The ref's hand slammed down on the ring once... twice... three times! Mel grinned, and dove into the ring, jumping on Randy and hugging him. The guys and Mel celebrated in the ring for about 30 seconds, and then they were ready to head to the back. Mel walked towards the ropes closest to the entrance ramp, and didn't see the druids standing behind her. Two of them each took an ankle, and dragged her out of the ring. She shrieked, and Randy dove at her, missing her hand by a hair. He scrambled out, but the two druids ran, picking her up and dashing out back. The Undertaker appeared in front of the ring, looking at Randy evily and laughing. There was an outburst of purple smoke, and when it cleared, 'Taker and his druids were gone, leaving Randy in the middle of the ring, close to tears, surrounded by John, Matt, and Dave.
Hah, I'm evil... I'd actually been planning that for a while, but I was waiting around for the best time to get it out. More inspiration's come to me while I was writing it though, so next chapter will have more drama in it... And like I said before, I suck at writing action scenes, so that's why I took the easy way out and did the '20 minutes' thing. It took me a while to get it out, because my muses went MIA temporarily. But they're back now, so everything's cool.
-Rose