Hey, everybody! Here's the next RAW in Raea's RTWM! This time, we have a confrontation between Raea & SVR and introduction of the WrestleMania guest host!

"This" is Raea's text. "This" is the other person's text.

Disclaimer: Once again, I own absolutely nothing except Raea, SVR, Nikita, Elena, and some of the plot. WWE, it's talent, and PPVs belong to themselves & Vince McMahon. The song "Fantasy" belongs to former WWE Diva Maria Kanellis. "Voices" belongs to Rich Luzzi.

See you at the bottom!

February 14, 2011
Honda Center
Anaheim, CA
8:30 PM
Backstage

I was heading back to Randy's and my locker room after getting something to eat from catering and chatting with some of my friends. They had expressed their shock at Seras's return last week. To be quite honest, I was surprised as well. Seras had told me that she wouldn't be returning yet. My thoughts then turned to what her and Punk did to Randy and me last week. On Tuesday morning, John had shown me the replay.

Every single day afterwards, the footage replayed itself in my mind over and over again, getting me even more ticked off than I already was. That night, I was struggling not to let it show. Just then, someone bumped into me. I fell to the ground.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" I shouted. I'm usually a nice person, but seeing that footage repeatedly just pushed that out the window.

"Excuse me, but I was watching where I was going. You should've watched where you were going!" a familiar female voice shrieked.

I huffed angrily as I looked up and locked my blue eyes with this person's green ones. Just my fragging luck, I thought to myself as I stood up again.

The person in front of me smirked. She was wearing a yellow tank top, capris, and sandals. "Well, well, well. I thought you wouldn't be here tonight. Especially since Punk and I beat the crap out of you," she told me.

I glared at her as I crossed my arms over my chest. "The two of you aren't gonna get rid of me that easily, Seras," I told her through clenched teeth. I then started to walk away, but Seras grabbed my arm.

"You aren't gonna get rid of me easily either, Victoria."

"I didn't think I could. Besides, I know that you're just using Punk to get to me."

"You think I'm using Punk? Well, I think that you're using Orton just to get another championship belt. The thing is, like Punk said last week, as long as the four of us are on the same roster, you're not becoming champion ever again."

I then slapped her. "I would never use Randy. Also, neither you or Punk are in charge of whether Randy and I ever become champions again."

"Really? I'll interfere in every single championship match you ever have while we're on the same brand. Also, no matter what you say, you are using Orton."

My breathing quickened and I felt my anger rise. She was bringing up one of my pet peeves, which was people saying that I was using Randy just to get another championship. It wasn't true. I'm not sure if it was minutes or seconds later, but all I know was I pushed her down to the floor. She grabbed hold of me and we fell, me landing on top of her. I then started raining down punches on her face and midsection.

Minutes later, I felt someone pull me off her. Before I was completely off of her, I spit in her face.

"That's what you get, Ride! That's what you get, you glitch!" I shouted from the person's grip.

She wiped the spit off her face. Blood was running down her chin from her split upper lip. Mason had his arms around Seras, preventing her from going after me. Punk was standing protectively in front of her. The rest of the New Nexus surrounded her. They all glared at me.

I smirked widely at her as several wrestlers stood in front of me, making sure that I didn't go after her again. I then stated with the smirk still on my face, "I'm good, I'm good."

The New Nexus walked away while I smirked at their retreating backs.

When they were gone, a familiar male voice whispered, "I'll take you back to the locker room."

I nodded, not saying a word since I was pleased about what I did.

Before we left, Mike asked him, "Are you sure you can handle her right now, Randy?"

"Yeah, I can, Mike," Randy answered.

"How can you be so sure?" Mike inquired.

"I told you the reason before. I don't need to repeat myself like you always do."

Mike crossed his arms over his chest and huffed angrily. "I don't repeat myself."

"Sure you don't," Randy stated sarcastically as he led me away from the group of Superstars. We walked in silence back to our shared locker room. When we arrived, I sat down on the bench and Randy closed the door. He then turned to face me and asked, "How did it start?"

My smirk faded. Then I told him what had happened before he and other Superstars came to break the two of us up. He didn't say a single word as I spoke. When I was finished, he was about to say something, when we heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," Randy stated.

The door then opened and Michael Cole entered the room, dressed in a suit like he usually was and holding some papers. "Randy, Azrael," he greeted. "How are you doing?"

I rolled my eyes. "Just get to the point, Cole," I stated, irritated that he had interrupted us just to ask how we were doing. Punk and Seras beating the hell out of us playing over and over in my mind wasn't helping either.

Cole looked taken aback. He then regained his composure and stated matter-of-factly, "A few minutes ago, I received an e-mail from the Anonymous General Manager. He said, and I quote, 'I want both SVR and Azrael Victoria to come out to the ring at the beginning of RAW.'"

I knew right then that whoever this Anonymous GM was saw what had happened between me and Seras. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I then asked, "Did you tell Seras about this?"

"Yes, I did and I'm not going to tell you what she told me."

I opened my eyes and looked at Randy. "Would you...?" I asked, trailing off.

He nodded.

I then looked at Cole. "I'll come out if Randy comes out with me."

Cole sighed, then stated, "Come with me, then. You'll come out to the ring right after I sit down in my seat."

We nodded and followed him as he left the room. I could tell Cole was a little on edge because of how I reacted to him asking how we were doing. I sighed as I thought about how to apologize to him. I mean, he followed Mike like a lost puppy ever since he won the WWE Championship from Randy, but he's a pretty nice guy when the cameras aren't rolling.

"Cole," I started to say as we got closer to gorilla, but he held his hand up and we stopped right where we were.

"You don't have to apologize, Rae. You're on edge about the whole 'SVR returning and helping Punk kick your's and Randy's asses' thing from last week. I get it," Cole told me.

"I have to, though. It doesn't feel right to me to not apologize for what I did to you. Besides, it's gonna be on my conscience for the entire night and I just want to get it off my chest right now before you head out there. And no, you don't get it because you've never competed in a match or have someone beat your ass. Also, you've never had something like that repeat over and over in your head for almost a week."

Cole sighed. "You're right. I don't get it. Just get your apology over with."

"I'm really sorry for snapping at you back there."

He sighed again. "I forgive you. You know, that was the second time you snapped at me. Remember the first time?"

I nodded. I knew Randy remembered too. How could we forget, since it was the week after Evolution dropped us?

We started walking again. I then asked, "Jerry's not gonna be here tonight, right?"

Cole nodded. "His mother died," he answered.

I made a mental note to give him a hug when he came back. A few minutes of silence later, we arrived at Gorilla position. I checked my watch and noticed it was 8:58. Josh Matthews was standing in front of us. I looked over at the TV as Cole walked over to stand next to Josh. The dark match was going on.

It was between Elena & Nikita. From what the other Divas had said, their tag team started to fall apart after WrestleMania XXVI when I beat them in that Triple Threat Match. They cornered Randy and me backstage after Fatal Four Way, wanting to get Legacy back together, but I said no. I had wasted almost two years with them and they repaid me by betraying me at both the Royal Rumble and Elimination Chamber earlier that year. After all, the only reasons Randy and I had formed the group was to protect us while we were champions and to get those belts for us (Yeah, I used them. So what?)

The bell rang. "Here is your winner, Elena Fay!" Justin Roberts announced. The announcement was met with a chorus of boos. I'll admit that, if I was in the audience, I would be booing her as well. She then made the "loser" symbol and put it on her forehead.

"You're a loser, David," I heard Elena say. "You're nothing without me. Nothing."

Then Elena turned around and headed to the back. She was laughing when she came through the curtain, until she saw me and Randy. She glared at the two of us.

"I don't need either of you anymore. I'm gonna be the next Diva's Champion. You'll see!" Elena told us.

I laughed. "If I recall correctly, Fay, you were the one that walked up to me after the day after WrestleMania and practically begged me to team with you again, telling me that you needed me and that you were Legacy, not David," I told her.

Elena huffed angrily and then walked away. Nikita then came through the curtain and noticed me and Randy. She nodded at us. We nodded back. During our time in Legacy, Nikita was the one that impressed me the most. I had taught her almost everything I knew. I did the same thing with Elena, but she was more of a spoiled brat since she was an only child and had always gotten what she wanted.

Nikita then began to walk away, but I grabbed her by the arm. "I heard your contract runs out at WrestleMania. What are you going to do?" I asked her.

She ran her fingers through her red hair. "I'm gonna hang up my boots," she stated.

I was shocked. "Why? You've got talent, Nikki. I saw it when we were in Legacy. Don't hang up your boots. Just sign a new contract."

"I've thought about that."

"And?"

"I'm not gonna resign. I had a good four years in this business. Most of it's been with you two. I swore to myself that if both my body and my mind said it was time, I would retire."

I then got an idea. "How about you go off with a bang? Instead of just leaving WWE quietly, you win a match for the right to face Eve for the Divas Championship at WrestleMania and, if you lose, you leave WWE for good."

She nodded. "That's a good idea! I'll talk to Mr. McMahon about it."

"Alright."

"Randy, Azrael, Josh is heading out there right now. I'm going out next," Cole stated, bringing my attention away from my former stablemate to him.

I nodded at him. I then returned my attention to Nikita and placed my hand on her shoulder. "Well, best of luck to you, Nikki."

"You two," she answered. Then she walked away.

I looked at Randy. "Was that a good idea?"

"Of course it was. It's better to have tried for a title before you retire than not to have tried at all," he answered back.

I nodded at him. The two of us then took a step toward Cole as he got ready to make his entrance. I looked down at myself, making sure I looked appropriate for the camera. I was wearing Randy's latest shirt in my size, a pair of short-shorts, white high tops with my initials written neatly in cursive in permanent marker on both shoes, a watch on my left wrist, a charm bracelet with charms relating to wrestling (it also had a viper charm), and my blond-streaked brunette hair was in a braid. Randy noticed what I was doing and kissed the top of my head. I blushed.

"You look fine," he whispered to me.

My blush darkened as I watched Cole walk through the curtain, being met with a loud chorus of boos. Randy and I stepped forward. I checked my watch as Justin announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, Monday Night RAW will begin in three seconds."

I mentally counted down the seconds as they passed by. Then I heard the familiar opening sequence, then "Burn It to the Ground" by Nickelback began to play. A few minutes later, the pyro started going off and I covered my ears.

When the pyro finished, I uncovered my ears and heard Cole's voice say, "Hello everyone and welcome to Monday Night RAW! We're here live inside the Honda Center in Anaheim, CA. I'm Michael Cole, here with Josh Matthews."

"I'm your whisper in the wind. I will kiss every inch of your tender skin. Sending chills up and down your spine, that's because now you are mine."

Randy and I walked through the curtain and paused at the top of the entrance ramp as the crowd cheered.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, being accompanied to the ring by Randy Orton, Azrael Victoria!" Justin introduced.

Even though I knew I was in trouble for what I had done earlier to Seras, I didn't feel nervous. I felt pleased at what I had done as Randy & I walked down to the ring. We paused at the bottom of the entrance ramp. Like last week, I found myself staring up at the WrestleMania sign hanging above the crowd. I knew there was still time to get on the PPV, but I couldn't help but feel the disappointment at the fact that we weren't on the card.

Then again, we only knew one of the matches that would be happening at WrestleMania and that was the World Heavyweight Championship match between Edge and Del Rio. I felt Randy's hand on my shoulder. I forced myself to look away from the sign and walked toward the steps. When we got up to the apron, Randy sat down on the middle rope and held up the top rope, allowing me to enter the ring first. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

I then turned around and did my impression of Stacy Keibler's entrance, getting a pop from the people that had been fans for that long. After Randy entered the ring, I went to say thank you to him, but he shook his head and pointed at a certain sign. I looked at it and saw that it said, "Azrael, kiss Randy."

I blushed as I turned to face him again. I then gave him a quick peck on the cheek. As my music faded, I walked over and grabbed two mics. Then, "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage began to play as Seras and the rest of the New Nexus came out to the ring. Seras had a bandage on her upper lip.

She glared at me as she motioned for the group to stand at the top of the ramp. Then both Seras started walking down the ramp. Seras was now wearing a New Nexus shirt, the Nexus armband, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. I guessed that Punk was getting ready for his match against John.

"They're not in a good mood," I told Randy.

"When aren't they?" he asked me.

"That's completely true."

We then laughed silently. Seras must've noticed because she shouted while pointing at her upper lip, "You think this is funny?" She had paused on the apron.

I raised the mic to my lips, causing their music to fade. "Yeah, we think it's funny," I told her, letting her think we were laughing at what I had done to her.

She quickly entered the ring and snatched the mic from me. "Well, it's not funny at all! You busted my lip open!" she shouted, causing the crowd to boo her even more.

Just then, the familiar three-tone tone echoed and the lights flashed as I walked over to get another mic.

Cole then stood up and asked, "Can I have your attention please?"

The crowd booed.

"I have just received an e-mail from the Anonymous RAW General Manager." He then walked over to the laptop and opened it. "And I quote, 'As you both might have guessed, I saw what happened between the two of you earlier on tonight.'"

I nodded.

"'Before I told Michael Cole to come get you, I couldn't think of the proper punishment for you. However, seeing that you, Azrael, always come out to the ring with Randy, and you, Seras, now come out to the ring with either CM Punk or the rest of the New Nexus, I have decided what that punishment will be. Now, as you know, the Elimination Chamber pay-per-view is coming up. I know that the both of you will want to come out with Randy and Punk respectively for the RAW Elimination Chamber match-up, but, because of your actions, I am banning the both of you from ringside for this match.'"

Fortunately, I managed to control my expression to not reveal my shock at what Cole had read. I glanced over at Randy and noticed his expression was the same as mine.

"'If either of you attempt to interfere in the match, you will both be banned from WrestleMania and be suspended for 60 days. As for tonight, Seras, you will be able to come out with Punk for his match against John Cena.'"

The crowd cheered at the mention of the CeNation Commander-In-Chief.

"'Azrael, you will be able to come out with Randy for his match against Sheamus. Neither of you are allowed to interfere in either of the two matches I have mentioned in their opponent's favor.'"

Afterwards, "Burn It to the Ground" began to play again. I glared at Seras and she glared right back at me.

Just then, the computer made the three-tone noise again, stopping the music. "'I forgot to mention. For Punk's match against John Cena, there must be a winner.'"

The music began to play again while Randy & I exited the ring, completely ignoring Seras. When Randy and I reached the top of the ramp, the New Nexus opened a pathway for us to go through. Randy & I paused as John's music began to play. John then ran out, but he paused when he saw us. I mouthed, "Good luck," to him.

"Thanks, Rae," he mouthed back before Randy & I headed through the curtain to the back.

9:30 PM
Locker Room/Ring
I was sitting on the bench while Randy was warming up for his match. He was already in his gear. Earlier on, I had been asked by Eve if I wanted to be one of the Lumberjills for her Divas title match against Natalya, but I declined and told her about how Nikita was asking Mr. McMahon about having a Divas Championship match against her at WrestleMania for Nikita's retirement match.

"That's actually a good idea! As far as I know, I don't have any other opponents that night. I hope Vince gives it the okay," she had said.

"Thanks, Eve! Good luck in your match tonight!" I had told her.

After her match, Randy paused his warm-ups & we watched as Sheamus attacked Mark Henry while he was heading down to the ring for his match.

Sheamus then grabbed a mic and said while pointing to Mark, "Cena, Morrison, Punk, Truth, that's what I'm capable of. I want you to watch what I do to Orton later tonight."

Randy & I glared at the screen. Next was Mike's match against US Champion Daniel Bryan, which Mike won.

Mike then grabbed a mic and stated, "I know every single person in this arena and everyone watching at home saw what I just did to Daniel Bryan, but there's one person that didn't see. And that's Jerry Lawler. Lawler is, unfortunately, not here tonight because his mother passed away. I offer my sincerest condolences, but don't use this as an excuse when you lose to me at Elimination Chamber. And, trust me, I will still be WWE Champion because I'm The Miz...and I'm...AWEEEESOOOOOOOOOMEE!"

The crowd booed at his speech. I just rolled my eyes and shook my head. "I almost forgot how much of an annoyance he is in that ring," I told Randy.

Randy looked at me with a fake shocked expression on his face. "You've been in too many matches," he teased.

"I said almost!" I laughed. Randy went back to his warm-ups.

Just then, we heard a knock on the door. I went to open the door. "Yes?" I asked.

"Tell Mr. Orton that it's almost time for his match," one of the producers stated.

"I will." He nodded and walked away. I then closed the door.

Randy stopped his warm-ups. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's just so weird to hear someone call you Mr. Orton," I told him. "Also, it's almost time for your match."

Randy stood up and started to leave. "Well, are you coming?"

"Don't I always?"

We then walked out of our locker room. Just then, a camera guy ran over to us. I raised my brow curiously.

"What's this?" I inquired.

"Khali's Kiss Cam," he responded. "Get ready because you two are next."

I blushed. He turned the camera on and focused it on us. I pretended to be surprised, but then Randy gently grabbed my face and turned it towards him. He then moved his face closer to mine. I felt my heart beat go faster and faster as his face neared mine.

Our lips connected and everything else disappeared. The kiss was soft and loving. Much to my surprise (and disappointment), he broke it minutes later. We kept eye contact for a few minutes until I heard someone trying to get our attention. We reluctantly broke eye contact and I saw a different camera man.

I looked away from him as my blush darkened.

"We need a shot of the two of you heading to gorilla," he stated.

We nodded as we walked to gorilla position, the camera man focusing the camera on us as we walked. A few minutes later, he turned off the camera, thanked us, and walked away. Randy & I kept walking in uncomfortable silence. I wanted to say something about the kiss, but I couldn't. He had to focus on his match against Sheamus.

We arrived at gorilla position. Sheamus was already there, doing his warm-ups. Randy started doing his as well. When Randy finished, I massaged his shoulders. Just as I was finishing doing that, Randy's music began to play.

He held his hand out for mine. I grabbed hold of it, and we walked out of the curtain together. The crowd cheered for us once again. The bell rang.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from St. Louis, MO. Being accompanied to the ring by Azrael Victoria. Weighing in at 235 lbs. Randy Orton!" Justin announced.

A camera man focused on us as we walked down the ramp. A few minutes later, we walked up the steps. Randy sat on the middle rope and held up the top rope. I reluctantly let go of his hand. Before entering the ring, I gave him a quick peck on the lips like before.

When I broke it, I smirked at him. He smirked back at me. I then entered the ring. Randy then entered the ring and went to the turnbuckle to do his pose. I gestured toward him with my hands as I looked out at the crowd.

I then looked back over at Randy. He jumped down from the turnbuckle and walked over toward me. He then whispered as his music faded, "Sit at commentary like you did at the Rumble."

I nodded. I then rolled out of the ring, walked over to commentary after noticing that the chair that Alex sat on during Mike's match with Daniel Bryan was still there, and sat down.

As I sat down, Sheamus's theme began to play, being met with a chorus of boos.

"And his opponent. From Dublin, Ireland. Weighing in at 267 lbs. 'The Celtic Warrior' Sheamus!"

I watched as Sheamus made his way to the ring. I switched my gaze over to Randy. He was focused on Sheamus. I couldn't tell what his expression was since his back was toward me. I returned my gaze to Sheamus, who was entering the ring.

He bumped Randy's shoulder on the way to the turnbuckle he had posed on. Sheamus climbed up it, pounded his chest twice, and held his arms out. The crowd was still booing him. A few minutes later, he noticed me and sent a glare my way. I glared back, remembering how he Brogue-kicked me the same night Randy RKO'd him.

I didn't relinquish my glare even as he turned away from me to face Randy while his music faded.

"We're back live here on Monday Night RAW with our main event taking place between two of the participants of RAW's Elimination Chamber match, Randy Orton and Sheamus. During the commercial break, we have been joined at ringside by Azrael Victoria," I heard Cole say. I refocused back on the ring. Randy glared at Sheamus, but it didn't seem to unsettle or faze the Irishman. The ref rang the bell and the match began. Randy and Sheamus locked up and went to the corner.

Randy ended up on top and repeatedly punched Sheamus. The ref separated them and motioned for them to go at it again. They did and Sheamus took Randy to the corner this time. Randy missed a clothesline, but he tackled Sheamus and unloaded with right hands. Randy then stood up and stomped on Sheamus.

Then he attempted a knee drop, but Sheamus moved out of the way. Sheamus then hit Randy with a clothesline. I stood up and shouted, "Come on Randy!"

"Don't even think about it, lass!" Sheamus shouted at me. Then he mounted Randy and hit him repeatedly with right hands.

They ended up on the apron and Sheamus hit Randy with a big knee to his head. I clutched my head with my right hand, remembering the impact of the Brogue kick. Sheamus then springboarded back in the ring. Randy and Sheamus then went back and forth. Then Randy ran into a big boot, but he responded with clotheslines and a snap scoop slam.

"YES!" I shouted excitedly.

Then Sheamus blocked Randy's uppercuts with a backbreaker. Sheamus brought Randy up to the top. Randy attempted to fight out of it, but Sheamus beat him and hit him with a superplex. I ran over to the ring and started pounding on the mat, attempting to get the crowd to help Randy. The crowd began to clap as both Randy and Sheamus stood up at the same time.

Just then, Randy hit Sheamus with the RKO.

"1...2...3!" the ref counted and then motioned for the timekeeper to ring the bell.

"I hear voices in my head. They council me. They understand. They talk to me."

"Here is your winner, Randy Orton!" Justin announced. I clapped my hands happily as the crowd cheered. I slid into the ring and gave him a hug. He hugged me back. Just then, I looked over at the ramp and noticed Punk, Seras, and Nexus running down the ramp.

"Randy!" I whispered, gesturing toward the Nexus.

He glanced over and moved protectively in front of me as Punk, Seras, and Nexus entered the ring. I got in a fighting stance, prepared to go after the group. Just then, John Morrison ran down to the ring and attacked Punk until McGillicutty, Otunga, and Ryan saved him. Seras then went after me. I managed to get to her first and repeatedly punched her in the face as both R-Truth and John ran down to the ring.

Seras went for the Jutsu, but I escaped from it. As soon as she turned around, I hit her with the Liplock, just as Randy hit McGillicutty with the RKO. Both of them rolled out of the ring. Randy and I glanced at each other, then back at the downed-Otunga with twin smirks on our faces. We picked him up, placed his head between our biceps (my right bicep, Randy's left), jumped, and hit him with the Double RKO.

Otunga rolled out of the ring as Ryan attempted to go after the both of us. Randy and John clotheslined him out of the ring. Then, Punk attempted a GTS on John, but John hit him with the AA. Randy and I pushed Punk out of the ring with our feet. The crowd cheered as Randy's music played. Randy and I kept our eyes on Punk and Seras the whole time, even when Randy's music changed to John's.

Randy & I glanced up at the 'Tron and noticed a limo pull up outside. I looked over at Randy and noticed he had the same idea as me: That was the limo for the WrestleMania guest host. We looked back up and saw a woman wearing high heels exit the limo. I removed my eyes from the 'Tron as we both exited the ring.

"So, Randy. Are we gonna stay until we find out who this guest host is?" I asked him. That limo intrigued me. Although I had ridden in a lot of limos (mostly during Evolution), this one had a different feel to it.

"Yeah. Truth be told, when Vince shot the idea last week, I wasn't really that interested. Now, seeing that limo..." Randy trailed off.

"It changed your mind?" I suggested.

He nodded. "John said earlier that his 'rock solid' guess was Cole."

We walked through the curtain and my mouth dropped as I looked over at Randy, thinking of only one person. "You don't think it could...could it?"

Randy stroked his chin. "He is a possibility, Rae."

Just then, John walked through the curtain. "So," he stated, "any guesses as to who this guest host will be?"

I stood on tip-toe and whispered who I thought it was in his ear.

John smirked and said, "He is a possibility, isn't he?"

Parking Lot
11:30 PM
I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it. Even watching the footage three times, I couldn't believe it. He had made fun of and dissed John. It was just fragging unbelievable for him to be here after 7 years.

He said he wasn't here to promote a movie like most movie stars when they guest hosted RAW. After he came to the back, I avoided him as much as humanly possible. I was a different girl than the one he knew before he left for the big lights of Hollywood. The last time the two of us had talked was at WrestleMania XX. I tried to keep contact with him as much as I could, but, as he became a bigger star, it was harder to do just that.

Now, here I was, once again in the same building as he was, revealing himself as the guest host for WrestleMania, much to the delight of the crowd. John happened to be in Randy's and my shared locker room when he came out to the ring. John had a smug look on his face, but when he started dissing John, his smug look faded. I turned to face John. "What did you say about him that made him call you out?" I asked.

"I'll tell you later," John said, in a tone that told me to drop the subject.

Now, Randy & I were walking out to the parking lot to our car.

"Azrael!" I heard a familiar male voice called out, but I ignored it and kept walking to the car.

We then got to the car. Randy opened the trunk and we tossed our gear into it.

"Hey, Azrael!" the voice called again, but once again, I ignored him as I closed the trunk and speed-walked toward the passenger side door, waiting for Randy to unlock it. I ignored Randy's worried look. I tapped my foot impatiently as I quickly glanced back and noticed that he was catching up. We made eye contact. He smiled at me, but I looked away.

Randy shook his head at me as he unlocked the doors. I quickly opened the door, slid onto the seat, closed the door, and buckled my seatbelt. I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. I heard the door open. I looked over and watched Randy slide onto the driver's seat, close the door, buckle himself in, and start the car.

"Will you ever tell me why you're avoiding him?" he asked as he backed out of our parking space.

"He dissed John tonight," I started.

"So what? I dissed John all the time during our feud with him. You did too. What makes him so different?"

"John and I weren't friends seven years ago. You know that. He thought that I was a bitch until the day we ended Legacy."

"He talked to you the day we ended Legacy?"

I nodded. "He overheard our plan at Elimination Chamber. He talked to me during your match the next night on RAW. Afterwards, we started a weird friendship that evolved into us becoming good friends."

He nodded as he continued driving. "Still, that doesn't explain why you're avoiding him."

I ran my fingers through my hair. "If what happens between John and he evolves into a feud, I don't want to have to be dragged into it and forced to choose between them. I...I just can't. I know I'll have to face him, but I'll do it when I'm ready." I was telling the truth, but the thing was he left on his own seven years ago because of the bright lights of Hollywood.

Randy nodded. "At least send him a text so that way he knows you're not ignoring him."

I nodded and looked out the window, remembering that he promised he was never leaving the company again. I wasn't sure if that was gonna be true this time. I pulled my iPhone out of my pocket and searched for his number. I found it and quickly typed, "Welcome back." I then hit send and locked it.

A few minutes later, my iPhone buzzed and I opened the message.

"It's good to be back. Why didn't you answer when I called you?" it said.

I hesitated, thinking of the right thing to say. I then typed, "I had a ton of things on my mind. Have you watched the last two weeks? Even earlier on tonight?" I sent it.

My phone buzzed again. "Yeah, I did. That was harsh what she did to you. Randy with you?"

"Yeah, he is. He's driving though." I sent the message.

Buzz. "Tell him I'll call him later."

I looked over at Randy. "He's gonna call you later," I told him.

He nodded.

"Randy?"

"Yeah?"

"Just...don't tell him what I told you."

"Don't worry. I won't say a word to him."

"I told him." I sent it.

Buzz. "K. See you next week, Raea."

"See ya next week, Dwayne."

The WrestleMania guest host is Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, as you probably remember. Hope you enjoyed this!