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Chapter 29: Kiss, Kiss, Slap, Slap

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The next few weeks went by in a haze. I threw myself into work. I spent most of my spare time in the gym or practising in the ring. The rest of the time I was either sleeping or working. Phil avoided me at all costs. If I walked into a room, he walked out. I didn't blame him. That's the reason I had thrown myself into work to begin with. I was feeling so shitty about breaking up with him, but I was the one who had made the decision, I was the one who broke it off. I had no right to feel depressed, so then I felt guilty. It was a vicious circle. But on the plus side, I had never been in better shape.

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I was backstage at Raw. I'd just gotten back to the locker room after working on my match with Nikki Bella when there was a knock at the door. A stage hand informed me that Shane McMahon wanted to see me. My stomach began to go into knots. When a McMahon summoned you, it was never good.

I quickly changed into my ring attire; black leather look tights and a black and red pinstriped corset look halter-neck top which was cut just below my chest. I put my boots on and made my way to Shane's office.

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As I entered the room I saw Randy was already there. Shane gestured for me to take a seat, as soon as I did he began.

"Thank you both for coming. As you know storylines are a very important part of our business. And so keeping up appearances is vital. Kayfabe needs to be maintained for our storylines to really work. I'll get straight to the point. We want the pair of you to become travel buddies."

"Sorry?" I asked.

"Travel buddies. We want you to travel together to make your on screen relationship seem real. We want the media to take pictures of you together, we want them to question whether or not you are a real couple. That'll mean more media appearances, going out for meals and just generally being seen outside the ring together. Of course we can't force you to do it but it would be quite helpful for your careers if you can. The more you're willing to do, the more big storylines and title shots you are offered. Questions?" He spoke.

"When you say travel together?" Randy asked.

"Sit together on flights, share the same car and same hotel room. Now before you protest, it'll be a room with two separate beds. We wouldn't want to make either of you feel uncomfortable. So, what do you say?" Shane asked glancing between me and Randy.

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I turned to look at the viper. He looked uncertain. I was feeling the exact same way.

My relationship with Randy was rocky to say the least and Phil would never approve of this. I had to mentally slap myself. Phil and I were no longer together, I can't believe I almost forgot. I was on my own now. While this was a bit awkward and out of the blue, it would help my career. And truth be told I had been travelling by myself for a while now, it would be nice to have another person to share the driving with.

"I'm in." I replied.

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Randy looked at me with surprise on his face.

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"Excellent. Randy?" Shane smiled as he faced the St Louis native.

"Yeah. Me too."

Shane handed us scripts for next week and we left his office.

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Outside Randy stopped me.

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"Are you sure you don't have a problem with this? You don't have to do it just because the boss asked."

"I know. And yes, I'm sure. My career is all I've got, if this helps then yeah, I'm going to do it."

"And what about Punk?"

"What about him?" I asked, my stomach twisting at the mention of his name.

"Won't he be pissed?"

"I... uh..." I paused. "Phil and I aren't together any more."

"Oh."

"Yeah." I laughed humourlessly. "Anyway, I've got a match coming up in a few minutes."

"OK. Well, I'll meet you outside after the show."

"What?" I asked confused.

"To travel together." He smiled.

"Oh right. I forgot. Yeah, sounds good." I replied before taking off down the hallway.

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"She's My Cherry Pie..."

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My music blasted through the arena as I made my way down the ramp to a chorus of boos. Nikki stood in the ring already.
I climbed through the ropes and posed cockily to the crowd.
The bell sounded and Nikki and I locked up.

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The match was pretty evenly paced, Nikki gaining the upper hand a few times. But I always managed to turn things around by going to the top rope.

The crowd began chanting for Nikki as I put her in a Boston Crab.
She moved towards the ropes, inching her way closer and closer until she was able to grab onto them and the referee forced me to relinquish the hold.
As payback, the brunette delivered a neckbreaker. As I hit the matt, I landed off and gave myself a headache.

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I got to my feet and began sending chops to the brunette until she was in the corner.
I grabbed her by the head, climbed to the second rope and jumped, using the momentum to perform a tornado DDT.
It didn't keep her down for long, she was quickly back to her feet.
We traded forearms back and forth before I bounced off the ropes with a clothesline.
I didn't waste any time, I picked her up and delivered a kickout DDT, driving her head into the mat. As soon as she began to stir I got myself ready.

As she stood up and turned to face me I hit her with a superkick and knocked her to the ground. I immediately went for the pin.

1-2-3.

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My music played and I celebrated heel style, by being mean to the fans.
Suddenly they erupted into cheers. I looked towards the stage and there was the blonde with the bling. Kelly held the title on her shoulder as she lifted the mic to her lips.

"Well done Scarlett. You won a match and didn't attack the other girl."

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I motioned for a mic.

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"What do you want blondie?"

"I just thought I'd praise you for your good behaviour. Isn't that what you do with bitches?"

"You're right Kelly, I am a bitch. I'm the biggest bitch you will ever meet. But unlike you, I'm not a useless mutt. I can actually wrestle. And if you ever grow find the guts to step in the ring with me, I will put you down."

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Shane McMahon's music hit and out he came mic in hand.

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"Ladies, ladies. Enough with the catty lines. If you two want to fight then do it in the ring. You ladies have been going back and forth for weeks now, it's about time you did something about it. I'm making an executive decision. I'm adding a match-"

"Mr McMahon, I really don't think-"

"Kelly, don't interrupt me. As I was saying. I'm adding a match. It will be Kelly Kelly verses Scarlett, for the Diva's championship."

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The crowd cheered. Kelly looked devastated and I smirked.

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"Oh and did I mention it will be at will be at Wrestlemania? Good luck ladies."

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Shane left and the crowd went wild.

I couldn't keep the smile off my face. I barely remembered to look at Kelly like I was going to kill her.

I hadn't been told about the Wrestlemania part. That was a huge surprise. I guess Shane was right when he said that saying yes to being Randy's travel buddy would help my career. I'm going to Wrestlemania!

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I practically floated backstage and into the locker room. Beth and Nattie hugged me as the other girls congratulated me.

Everyone knew what a big deal Wrestlemania was to anyone but even more so to the Diva's. We rarely got a decent match, it was either battle royals that always ended in five minutes or tagging with someone like Snooki.

In two weeks time I would be in my very first title match, and on the grandest stage of them all. This was huge.

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I had just changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a Rancid t-shirt when the a stagehand informed me that I was needed to do a run in. Apparently Randy had legitimately hurt his knee in his match and they wanted it ended quickly. They couldn't afford any injuries before Wrestlemania.

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I made my way to the gorilla. I had been told to go down there and cause a disqualification. The referee had already informed Randy and his opponent as to what was going to happen.

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On cue I ran down the ramp and jumped up on the apron.

Imagine my surprise when I came face to face with Punk. I'm pretty sure everybody could see the shock on my face as I stared at him.

He looked at me with an intensity.

He'd been avoiding me so I can only imagine how he felt hearing I was coming down to the ring when he was in the middle of a match, knowing there wasn't a thing he could do about it.

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I had been planning on slapping the opponent in the face but seeing who that was, I didn't think it would be a good idea.

I began arguing with the referee when Punk yelled at me to get down and for the referee to get back into the match. I continued grabbing the ref's shirt, making him focus on me.

But again Punk got in the middle.

He turned to me and told me to slap him. I looked at him in disbelief and shook my head. He grabbed my arm and told me to slap him. I looked into his eyes, they still made my knees weak.

He grabbed my face in his hands and planted a scorching kiss on my lips before pulling away slightly.

"You need to slap me. Just do it."

He pulled away completely, I swung back and slapped him.
It sounded harder than it was.

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The referee called for the bell and disqualified Randy.

I kept up my character by wiping my lips in disgust, but my eyes gave away my true feelings. I enjoyed that kiss. Punk smirked at me. And it wasn't just him acting 'I've just kissed Randy Orton's girlfriend.' It was more of a 'I know you still want me' smirk.

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I dropped from the apron as Randy rolled out of the ring with his title. I threw his arm over me and supported him up the ramp and to the back. He said his knee was fine it was just a twinge but this close to Wrestlemania they never wanted to take any chances. He went to see the medic and told me he'd meet me outside when he had showered and changed.

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I headed back to the Diva's locker room and began packing up my stuff. My head still reeling from that kiss. I shook the thought from my head and continued packing. Fifteen minutes later I got a text from Randy to say he would be outside in a few minutes. I lifted my bag and headed for the exit.

I had been outside a total of thirty seconds when Phil exited the building. I was leaning on Randy's rental. Phil walked in my direction, that's when I noticed his rental parked right beside Randy's.

He kept his head down until he reached the car, popped the trunk and threw his bag in. He slammed it shut and then looked towards me. He paused for a second or two before he started walking around to the driver's door, his gaze fixed on the car keys he twiddled between his fingers. As he passed me he paused again, this time turning to face me.

"Do you-"

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-Beep Beep-

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Before Phil could utter any more words he was interrupted by the sound of Randy's car opening.

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"Hey, ready to go?" I turned towards the velvety voice to see the viper as he walked towards the trunk.

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When I turned back to Phil he was gone, I saw the back of him get into his car, slam the door loudly and speed off. I watched the exit when his car had disappeared a few moments ago, a sickening feeling in my stomach.

I jumped as a hand touched my shoulder.

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"I said do you want me to put your bag in the trunk?" Randy asked.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks."

"You OK?" He asked amusedly as his placed my bag in the trunk of the car. "You seem a little out of it."

"Sorry. I'm just tired." I answered lamely walking to the passenger door.

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Randy got there before me opening it for me. I sent him a small smile and climbed in before he moved to the driver's side and did the same.

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We drove to the hotel in silence, the sound of the radio providing some relief to the awkward atmosphere inside the car. We pulled up outside the hotel, Randy turned off the engine as I stared straight ahead at the entrance. Randy opened his door and went to step out before I stopped him by putting my hand on his.

"Can we just wait a minute before going in?" I asked.

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Randy followed my gaze to the front of the hotel, more specifically to the tattooed man entering the lobby.

"Sure." He replied closing his door softly.

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As soon as I saw Phil get into the elevator I let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm ready now." I whispered opening my door.

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This time it was my hand pulled back gently. I turned my head towards the viper.

"It won't feel like this forever."

"What won't?" I asked.

"Being heartbroken."He replied.

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I went silent.

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"When you see him it feels like a knife to your chest" Randy continued. "It's like having your heart broken over and over again. It doesn't feel like it'll ever end. But it will. Right now it's still raw, but in a few weeks it'll hurt a little less, a few more weeks, even less."

"Time heals all wounds." I spoke dryly.

"Not exactly. Time can only do so much. You have to want to move on too. If you keep holding on you'll never heal. Sure the pain won't be as bad as now but you'll still ache with every reminder of what you lost. And that constant pain over time can take its toll. It will change you and will drive you insane."

"How do you know all this?" I asked looking at him curiously.

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He looked down for a moment before bringing his ice blue eyes to meet mine.

"I've been there." He gave my hand a squeeze. "Now, let's get inside."

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He exited the vehicle and went to the trunk. I opened my door and climbed out slowly. I watched as Randy got our bags out and handed me mine.

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We checked in a reception and made our way to our room.

Two double beds, just as Shane promised.

I changed in the bathroom and climbed into bed wanting nothing than to end the day. I opened my eyes as the bathroom door opened and Randy stepped into the room. The room was in darkness but the light from the moon peeped through a gap in the curtains, bathing the back of the room in a dim yellow light which illuminated Randy at that moment. I watched from beneath the covers as he took off his t-shirt, leaving him dressed in a pair of shorts, and made his way towards his own bed. He pulled back the covers and stopped, he turned to look at me and I quickly closed my eyes. I felt him lean over and press a kiss on the top of my head.

"Goodnight, Scarlett." He whispered before settling into his bed.

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Call me slow, naïve or just plain stupid. But that was the moment that realisation dawned on me. That was the moment that I realised that Randy Orton was in love with me.

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