Hey everybody! To be quite honest, I actually started the next RAW before I realized that I forgot Elimination Chamber! So here it is! Hope you like!

In this chapter, Raea and Draco (not to be confused with Draco Malfoy from the HP series) have a talk, Miz and Jerry Lawler go at it, and the Elimination Chamber match!

February 20, 2011

Oakland, CA

Oracle Arena

8:10 PM

I paced the room, my laptop and iPhone sitting on the bench. The Anonymous GM had texted me and told me that I was only allowed to walk with Randy to the ring and wish him luck. I couldn't sit at ringside. All because Seras provoked me. Multiple times since we had arrived at Oracle Arena after we put our things in the lockers, I had attempted to go after Seras, but Randy had stopped me with a single look.

I hadn't attempted to do that since Kofi Kingston's match with Del Rio began. I had sat down and watched the match, but that didn't stop the urge to pummel the ever living daylights out of SVR. After Kofi hit the Boom Drop, I stood up and started pacing. I was shot out of my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door. I walked over and opened the door. A camera man was standing there.

"We need to get a shot of Mr. Orton getting ready for RAW's Elimination Chamber match," he stated.

I nodded and motioned him in.

Randy sent a questioning look the camera man's way as he walked into the room.

"He's here to get a shot of you getting ready for the match," I stated as I sat back down on the bench.

Randy nodded as I stuffed my laptop back into my bag and my iPhone into my pocket.

After, I glanced at the camera man. "Do you want me in the shot, or...?" I trailed off.

"It would be a good thing to have you in it," he stated.

I nodded. "Let me know if you can see me."

He glanced at the small screen. "Move closer to him."

I did as he said. Randy continued to get ready. "How's this?" I asked.

He gave me a thumbs-up as Del Rio's music started playing on the TV. Just then, he started recording as Randy continued to get ready for the match.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair like I did earlier.

Randy turned to face me. "What's wrong?" he asked, wrapping the black tape around his wrists.

"I want you to be careful tonight," I simply said.

"Anything else?"

I looked at him right in his eyes and said, "Make sure Punk doesn't make it to WrestleMania."

Randy smiled. "That's what I was planning on doing anyway." He had a mad glint in his eyes, a glint that I recognized and loved passionately.

I smiled back at him. I heard the camera turn off and the camera man walked away. Randy kissed the top of my head. Then he started his warm-ups as I pulled my laptop out of my bag. I opened it and the video chat started playing "Take It to the Line" by Downstait. My smile widened.

"Let me guess, Draco?" Randy asked.

"Yup," I stated as I accepted the call.

Then, a familiar pair of light blue eyes appeared on the screen.

"Hey, Dray," I greeted.

"Hey, Raea. I just saw your backstage segment with Randy," Draco stated. Draco's my older brother. He's the same age as Edge. Draco retired the year before, a few weeks after WrestleMania XXVI.

"And?"

"Aunt Rae-Rae!" a familiar child-like female voice shouted as a girl with blue-green eyes and brown hair appeared on the screen behind my brother.

"Hey Clary," I greeted. "How've you been doing, sweets?"

"Good. Daddy's letting me stay up to watch Elimination Chamber. Where's Mommy?" she asked.

"Mommy's...not here, sweetheart. She's in The New Nexus's locker room."

"What about Uncle Randy?"

I silently chuckled. Clary called Randy her uncle even though he wasn't technically her uncle. Randy was okay with it, though. I didn't know if Sam was. Ever since Randy kissed me twice the week before, Sam sent me hate mail, which surprised me.

"Uncle Randy's here with me, Clary. He's getting ready for his match."

Clary's eyes widened. "Can I see?" she asked.

"If it's okay with your daddy."

Clary then looked up at Draco with the puppy eyes, Draco's one weakness. I chuckled as Draco sighed and glared at me. He then looked back at Clary and nodded. Clary clapped her hands excitedly. I continued chuckling.

"It's not funny, Azrael," Draco huffed.

"Sure, it's not, Draco. A Hall of Fame bound, 6-time World Champion, former WWE Superstar, and latest member of DX's only weakness is puppy dog eyes from a four year old. Not funny at all," I said sarcastically as I turned the laptop toward Randy.

"Hi Uncle Randy!" Clary greeted.

Randy stopped his warm-ups and took the laptop from me. "Hey, kiddo! Whatcha been up to?" he asked.

"We went to the park today."

"Really?"

"Yep! Daddy pushed me on the swings and I went down the slide."

"That sounds like fun, Clary."

"It was!"

"Okay, Clary, it's time to let Uncle Randy and Aunt Rae-Rae go," I heard Draco say.

"Okay, Daddy," Clary said sadly. "Bye Uncle Randy." I heard her blow a kiss to Randy.

"Bye, kiddo," Randy said as he blew a kiss back. He then handed the laptop back to me and continued his warm-ups.

"Bye Aunt Rae-Rae." She blew a kiss to me, but she was frowning.

"Hey, cheer up. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay, sweets?" I said.

Clary's frown turned into a smile. "Okay!" she said cheerfully.

I smiled back at her. "Bye, Clary." I blew a kiss to her.

She waved goodbye as she walked out of the camera's vision.

Draco sighed. "I'm really worried about you, Raea. I get that Mya beat you up two weeks ago, but that doesn't mean you should start feuding with her again," he stated.

My smile faded as I ran my fingers through my hair. "You shouldn't be worried about me. Besides, you know that I can take care of myself."

"Still, the fact that the two of you brawled last Monday night and you giving her a split lip..."

"Draco, I'll be fine. Trust me." Then I heard a knock on the door. "I gotta go. I love you, Draco."

"I love you, too, Raea. Just do me, mom, and dad a favor: Be careful."

"Don't worry so much. I will be careful. Bye."

"Bye."

I then closed the window and my laptop. After, I stuffed it back in it's bag. The door opened and Mike and Alex entered our locker room. Randy barely glanced up at them. Mike seemed to be in the middle of a rant.

"Why isn't anyone focused on what really matters? Not Dwayne Johnson, but this!" he asked Alex, slapping his hand on the WWE Championship belt. "Dwayne hasn't been here for seven freaking years and he expects the world to revolve around him just because he came back to host WrestleMania?" He sat himself down next to me, placed the belt next to him, and put his face in his hands. "I don't get it! He's not the WWE Champion or the World Heavyweight Champion. And people are talking about him! What the hell?" he asked no one in particular after he lifted his face from his hands.

I checked my watch. It was 8:42. I then asked after remembering the schedule Randy & I saw after we arrived at the arena, "Who won the SmackDown Elimination Chamber?"

"Edge. He retained the World title," Alex stated. "Right now, it's Heath & Justin vs. Santino & Vladimir for the Tag Team titles."

I nodded. "How come you guys came here if Mike was just gonna rant about The Rock?"

Mike looked at me. "I couldn't hold it in until we got back to our locker room. Luckily, Lex thought of you guys' locker room since it was closer to gorilla. Apparently, Todd Grisham is supposed to interview me," he answered. "Also, I came to pick you up. This time, you have no choice but to be in my corner."

I nodded once again. The Anonymous GM had told me about that earlier. Luckily, I had changed into my clothes earlier. This time, I was wearing a cut-off form fitting Randy Orton t-shirt, my signature fingerless gloves, jorts, a viper pendant, and black converse high tops with a yellow lightning bolt running down the inside of the shoe and a viper on the outside.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Mike asked as he tapped the top of his head.

I rolled my eyes as I searched my bag. A few minutes later, I pulled out the Miz hat that Mike gave me the day before. I then put it on. "Just to let you know, I'm not wearing the hat when I walk Randy out to the ring later," I stated simply.

Mike nodded as he took my hand. I glanced back at Randy. He had stopped his warm-ups. His jaw was clenched while he glared at Mike's back. I turned away from him. Luckily, he hadn't noticed me watching him. Mike then took me out of the locker room, Alex trailing behind us with the briefcase.

A few minutes later, Mike, Alex, and I arrived at the interviewing area, where Todd Grisham was waiting for us. He looked slightly surprised to see me with Mike and Alex. I looked down at my feet. No one knew that I was friends with the two of them and it was better that they thought we didn't get along. Luckily, Mike noticed Todd and proceeded to drag me to him. I looked up at Mike and glared at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Alex looked confused at the sudden change in my behavior, but then he also noticed Todd.

"Don't make this hard on yourself, Victoria. You know that you have to be part of this interview since you're my valet," Mike stated as he pulled me closer to his face.

I attempted to pull my hand out of his grip. When that didn't work, I spat in his face. "I'm not your valet. The only reason you have me on your arm is because of my contract. You know it. I know it. Everyone here in this arena knows it," I stated venomously.

"Wanna know something else? You can't help Lawler in the match." Mike handed Alex the belt. After Alex took it, he wiped my spit off his face. He then took the title back and once again yanked me toward Todd just as Gabriel hit the 450 splash on Vladimir and pinned him to win the Tag Team Championship.

The camera man in front of the four of us held his hand up and started counting down from five. When he reached one, he turned on his camera and gave Todd the okay to start.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, WWE Champion The Miz, his protégé Alex Riley, and 'The Viper Diva' Azrael Victoria," Todd stated.

I heard the crowd boo.

"Miz, what do you have to say about The Rock returning this past Monday Night on RAW?"

"Todd, I'll address The Rock at a later time. What I do want to address is tonight. Tonight, I will beat Jerry 'The King' Lawler like I did on his birthday. Whoever wins the RAW Elimination Chamber match will lose to me at WrestleMania," Mike stated plainly. He then dragged me away from Todd, Alex once again trailing behind us.

I glanced back at Todd until we turned a corner. Right when I was about to look back at Mike, I bumped into him. He had a huge grin on his face.

"What?" I asked him.

"You spitting me in the face was a stroke of pure genius!" he said.

I shrugged. "It was a spontaneous decision."

"Guys? We have to go back. The match is next," Alex stated.

Mike and I sighed as we walked back. Luckily, the only person that was there was King. He was one of the only people who knew Mike, Alex, and I were friends. He figured it out two months earlier. King was doing his warm-ups.

Mike started doing his as well. Just then, Mike's theme began to play, being met with a loud chorus of boos. The three of us (Mike, Alex, and I) walked through the curtain. Mike did his signature pose. I just crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. Some of the boos changed to cheers when they saw me.

I heard the crowd began to cheer my name. I went to mock-salute them, but someone grabbed my arm. I turned and locked eyes with Mike. He was completely in-character at that point. He shook his head and began to drag me down the ramp to the ring.

He ran up to the ring and paused on the apron, one of his knees bent and his other leg stretched in front of him. The camera was in his face as he pulled the WWE title up close to his smirking face. I shook my head as I glared at him. I climbed up the steps while he did his pose.

I went to enter the ring on the side I usually enter on, but Mike shook his head at me as he stood up. He pointed to the side he was on. I rolled my eyes as I walked over to his side. He pointed to the middle rope. I sat down on it and held up the top rope.

He entered the ring. Mike then sat on the middle rope and held up the top rope. I went to enter like I usually do, my face in his direction, but once again, Mike shook his head. I sighed as I put my leg back on the other side of the rope and did my version of Stacy's entrance once again, receiving a huge pop from the crowd. I glanced back at Mike and, after noticing he was enjoying the view, mentally reminded myself to slap him later.

Then, Mike's music faded and was replaced by King's, being met with a chorus of cheers. He walked out from the back. He walked down the ramp and entered the ring, nodding at me with a smile on his face. I smiled and nodded back. Mike glared at me and motioned for me to get out of the ring. I rolled my eyes with the smile still on my face as I exited the ring.

The bell rang. "The following contest scheduled for one fall is for the WWE Championship!" Justin Roberts announced. "Introducing first, from Cleveland, Ohio. He is the current WWE Champion, The Miz!"

Mike did his pose, the crowd booing him.

"And his opponent, from Memphis, Tennessee. He is Jerry 'The King' Lawler!"

King posed for the crowd, earning a huge pop. I even clapped for him as Justin exited the ring. Mike and King locked up and King attempted a pin, which earned him a 2 count. Mike then took control and worked King over. King countered and backslid Mike for 2.

King went for a successful inside cradle for another 2 count. Mike then got King in a headlock. King escaped from it and hit Mike with a clothesline. He went for the pin, but Mike kicked out at 2. King then hit Mike with a shoulderblock and a crossbody for another 2 count.

King hit Mike with right hands in the corner. King then mounted Mike in the corner with more right hands. King then knocked Mike to the floor. Alex then distracted King as Mike ran over and ran King into the ring post. King went down.

Mike set King up on the apron and hit him with a high knee to his head. Mike then went for the pin, but King kicked out at 2. Mike then dropped King and went for the pin once again, but King once again kicked out at 2. Mike went to the top, but he got knocked down. King followed him up.

The two of them traded shots up top.

"Come on," I whispered. "Come on."

King then hit a big superplex on Mike.

I clapped excitedly as he went for the pin. I stopped when Mike kicked out at 2. Mike started controlling the match, but King came back with two dropkicks. King then hit a back body drop on Mike. He then dropped a fist on him and hit a 2 count on Mike.

King blocked Mike and dropped him. Alex then tripped King on his face while the ref wasn't looking. I wanted to help King, but I couldn't because Mike told me I couldn't. The ref saw King down and ordered Alex to the back. The ref went outside to argue with Alex while he was leaving.

Mike charged at King, but King moved and Mike hit the ring post. King then went for the pin, but Mike kicked out at a close 2 count. King went for his piledriver, but Mike slid out of it. Mike dropped King with a big boot for a 2 count. King countered with his own 2 count.

King then dumped Mike out to the floor on the side I was on. I backed away as King got into it with Cole. Mike attacked from behind. Mike then rammed King's back into the apron and slammed him into the table. King threw Mike into Cole, earning a huge pop from the crowd. They both went back into the ring. King hit Mike with a big right hand off the top rope for a 2 count.

Mike thumbed King's eye. Mike then went for the Skull-Crushing Finale, but King countered. Mike countered that with a knee to King's back. King hit a DDT on Mike. I turned back to Cole for a second and saw he was still knocked out.

I turned back to the match and watched as King went to the second rope and hit the big right hand. He went for the pin, but Mike got his foot on the bottom rope for a 2 count. King went for a piledriver again, but Mike backdropped him and got a 2 count. King then pinned Mike, but Mike kicked out at 2. Mike hit King with a big kick to his head. Mike then hit the Skull-Crushing Finale and went for the pin.

"1...2...3!" the ref counted and motioned for the bell to ring as Mike's music began to play.

"Here is your winner and still WWE Champion, The Miz!" Justin announced. The crowd booed. Cole bumped into me and entered the ring. I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I walked away from the ring to the back.

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It was time for the RAW Elimination Chamber match, and, like I told Mike, I wasn't wearing the hat. I felt nervous as I massaged Randy's shoulders. I was standing in Gorilla Position, a camera man was right behind us, recording this for Randy's DVD. I had already done my interviews for the DVD. The only thing I had left to do was just be there for him. Randy glanced at me. "You don't have to be here, you know," he stated.

"Don't you want me here?" I asked him. "Besides, you know I'm allowed to walk with you out to the ring. I just can't sit at ringside like I always do because of what happened last week."

"I know that. And I do want you to stand here with me."

I heard someone scoff. I turned and locked eyes with Sheamus. I glared at the Irishman. He didn't scare me at all. He was just one of the obstacles that stood in the way of Randy becoming champion again. He glared back at me. I hardened my glare. Minutes later, Sheamus looked away, causing me to smirk.

I turned my attention back to Randy as his music began to play. I watched his whole body change. His eyes took on the cold and calculated look that the fans (and I) went nuts for. I took his hand and we walked through the curtain as a unit, even though only one of us would be competing that night. The fans were going crazy for us as we walked down the ramp.

I stared at the Chamber. I had only been in it before the fans had piled in to the arena. Randy and I paused at the bottom of the ramp, right before the door where Randy would take his place in his pod. I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

"Promise me you'll be careful?" I whispered.

He glanced over at the structure, his eyes glazing over every inch of it as he probably thought of how to incapacitate his opponents so he could face Mike at WrestleMania and not watch the event from the sidelines. His gaze refocused on me minutes later. He kissed the top of my head. "I promise, Raea," he whispered back. He then entered the Chamber and headed to his pod.

"Randy!" I shouted.

He paused and turned his head toward me, but he didn't say a word because I knew he heard me.

"Kick Punk's ass for the both of us and good luck."

Randy smirked and he nodded slightly so only I would notice it. He then started walking toward his pod again, stopping once again to pose for the crowd. As soon as he was inside and his pod was locked, I smirked and nodded at him. Then I turned away and started to head to the back again. R-Truth's music started to play and I passed by him on my way up the ramp, giving him a high five as he raps his theme music to the crowd.

*~*~*~*\_o_/*~*~*~*

I was standing by Mike and Alex as I watched as Randy took out both Sheamus and Morrison out on the steel platform. I grimaced, remembering how it sounded when I was sitting ringside the last few times Randy was involved in the Elimination Chamber. He glanced at Punk, who was still in his pod, and taunted him. Randy threw Morrison into Punk's pod and he crashed into it. Randy then used the steel on Sheamus and clotheslined him back into the ring.

Randy continued to keep control of Morrison and Sheamus. He went for the pin on Morrison, but the Monday Night Delight kicked out at two. Randy stomped on Sheamus. I felt Mike pull me closer to his side. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a cameraman recording us watching the match as Randy went for the pin on Sheamus, but the Irishman kicked out at two.

The counter went of and the next man was...CM Punk, but he had trouble getting out of his pod. He ended up getting stuck in the door, only half of his body out. Randy stood there and watched as Punk struggled. I smirked as Randy hammered Punk with right hands and beat him down. Randy stomped away on Punk. Finally, Randy brought Punk out of his pod and took him into the ring. Randy RKO'd Punk and went for the pin, eliminating Punk from the match.

Just then, the familiar three-tone beep goes off, causing the match to stop for the moment, and Cole stood up and stated, "Can I have your attention please? I have just received an e-mail from the Anonymous RAW General Manager."

The crowd booed as Cole walked over to the laptop and put his glasses on as he opened it. "And I quote, 'Due to the trouble that CM Punk was having while coming out of his pod, he is not eliminated from the match.'"

My mouth dropped as Punk walked back to his pod and went back in it. Punk laughed as Randy went back to work on Sheamus. I clenched my fists tightly as Sheamus hit the Irish Curse on Randy and went for the pin. Randy kicked out at two. To be quite honest, the only thing that was keeping me from going out to the ring and repeatedly bashing Punk's face into the steel walls of the Chamber was Mike.

Sheamus went for his Cross move, but Randy countered. Sheamus then attempted to Brogue Kick Randy, but he missed. Morrison came off the top rope and kicked Randy in the head. Sheamus took Morrison out on the steel and Morrison looked to be hurting, possibly his ankle. Sheamus used the steel on Morrison's face.

The counter went off again and John was the next man in. Sheamus went after John as soon as he came in and took John out early by the pod. Sheamus rammed John into the steel and brought him in the ring. There was lots of action everywhere, everybody went down. John dumped Morrison onto the steel. Morrison and John went at it on the steel. Sheamus leaped over and took them both out.

Randy unloaded on Sheamus with rights and went for the pin, but Sheamus kicked out at two. The counter went off and the next man in was R-Truth. Sheamus tried to attack him in the pod, but Truth blocked it. Truth took Sheamus out inside of the pod. Sheamus fought his way out, but Truth slammed him on the steel. Sheamus hit a big forearm, but he turned around to a big kick from Sheamus.

Sheamus went for the pin and eliminated R-Truth. Morrison mounted Sheamus with rights as John and Randy went at it. Morrison pinned Sheamus for a 2 count. Randy came over and threw Morrison through the glass of a pod. Randy and John then went at it in the ring.

They traded shots. Randy went for the pin, but John kicked out at two. Randy started stomping on John. The timer went off and in came Punk as Randy waited. John attacked Randy from behind, but Randy countered and dropped him on the steel. CM Punk came in as Sheamus laid out Randy.

Punk dropped Sheamus with a kick and pinned Randy for two. Punk hit the mat and mocked Randy's taunts. I growled. "That is it!" I shouted as I attempted to go out to the ring, but both Mike and Alex grabbed me.

"Do you want to stay in the WWE?" Mike asked me, reminding me of the Anonymous GM's threats from the week before.

I sighed and turned around as Punk went for the GTS and laid Randy out. Punk then went for the pin, and Randy was eliminated. I broke from Mike's and Alex's hold and ran over to the ramp. I walked out to the top of the ramp and walked down it slowly, the crowd cheering for me as I walked and watched Randy exit the Chamber with my fists clenched. I was at the bottom of the ramp. Punk locked eyes with me for a minute. I glared at him, knowing that the only thing protecting him from me was the steel structure he was in at the moment.

The referees opened the door for him. With each step he took toward me, I saw the bright lights of WrestleMania fade into the distance. I knew this was the last chance we had to make it to the biggest event of the year. Sure, we were going to be there, but we would be watching from the sidelines as others had their WrestleMania matches. When he reached me, I took his hand.

After giving Punk one final glare as he hit Sheamus with a running high knee, we walked back up the ramp.