Finally! I've updated this story! XD I've basically had this chapter done for a while, but I couldn't find the time to post it here. Enjoy!

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February 28, 2011

HSBC Arena

Buffalo, NY

9:00 PM

I couldn't believe it. Even after a week, I couldn't believe it. Both Triple H and Undertaker had returned and they were going to face each other at WrestleMania. Also, last week, John and Mike competed for the tag titles and won them, but they lost them again to Justin and Heath the same night in the main event. I paced back and forth in the locker room as the pyro went off for the show.

"Hello and welcome to Monday Night RAW! We are here in the sold-out HSBC Arena here in Buffalo, New York! I'm Josh Matthews. And I'm joined here with my broadcast partner, WWE Hall of Famer, Jerry 'The King' Lawler," Josh greeted the fans watching at home.

Just then, Hunter's music hit and the crowd popped for him. He was dressed in his street clothes that night. He did his usual entrance. Then, the official graphic for his match against Undertaker at WrestleMania popped up on the screen. When the graphic disappeared, Hunter was standing in the ring with a mic.

The crowd chanted his name before he could start speaking. His music faded.

"It's good to see you guys, too," Hunter stated.

The crowd cheered loudly.

"I've done everything there is to do here in the WWE. I've been World champion 13 times, tag team champion 3 times, and a Royal Rumble winner once. I've outlasted everyone for the past 16 years, except for one person—The Deadman. Now, of course, he's referred to as The Last Outlaw. I say that he isn't yet because there's two outlaws. Taker and I are a lot alike. He has the longest streak this company has ever seen at WrestleMania. When he looks around the locker room, I am the only true challenge he has left. The only true challenge I have left is ending the streak and that will happen at WrestleMania XXVII." He looked up at the WrestleMania sign that was hanging since the weeks before the Royal Rumble. "Undertaker and I will define an era at WrestleMania. All Taker has left is the streak, and when it dies, he dies. If I can't end the streak, I will die trying." Hunter's music hit as he threw down the mic and posed in the corner.

"Those are some strong words," I heard a familiar voice say.

"Yeah. They are. Do you think he'll be able to do it?" I asked as Sheamus' music hit.

"I don't think so."

I raised an eyebrow as Sheamus made his way down to the ring, but I said nothing else.

Sheamus entered the ring, and Hunter hit him with a knee to the gut. Sheamus went down. Hunter tossed him over the ropes and to the floor. He exited the ring, unloaded on the Irishman with right hands, and threw him into the barrier and then the ring post. Hunter continued the assault, bringing Sheamus to the announcer's table and put him on top.

Josh and King quickly moved away from the table. Hunter then climbed on top of the table, put Sheamus' head between his legs and hit the Pedigree on Sheamus, breaking the announcer's table. Hunter posed as his music played again, causing the crowd to go nuts for him. Just then, the door opened and shut a few minutes later. I turned and saw Mike, Alex, and John.

Randy was standing next to me. Mike was whispering something to John. I raised an eyebrow at them, but they ignored me.

"Mike's been apologizing to John about what happened last week for the past few days," Alex told me.

I nodded as I turned the volume down. That got Mike's and John's attentions.

"What'd you do that for?" Mike asked.

"Well, if you guys are gonna be in here, I figured we might as well talk instead of watching the matches until one of us has a match," I answered as I sat down on the bench.

"Okay, what are you two gonna do about Punk, Seras, and the rest of the New Nexus?" John asked.

I glanced over at Randy. He nodded. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed.

"We're gonna punt each one of them in the skull."

Mike's eyes widened. "Is that it?"

"That's the basic idea of the plan." I didn't say anything else.

Randy raised an eyebrow at me, surprised I hadn't said anything else about it. He then started to do his warm-ups.

Mike shrugged and then started complaining about Dwayne returning. Alex, John, Randy, and I rolled our eyes at it. A few minutes later, I checked the time and noticed it was time to leave for Randy's match. I stood up. Mike paused his rant, noticing my movement.

I slightly smiled at what was going to happen tonight as I asked Randy, "Are you ready?"

He smirked at me as he stood up. "You bet," he answered. He held his hand out and I took it. We then left the locker room. I could hear someone turning up the volume on the TV and Swagger's music playing as the volume was being raised. I closed the door behind us, and we continued walking toward the ramp door.

A few minutes later, a cameraman walked in front of us. I guessed it was the same cameraman that recorded our segment at Elimination Chamber.

"We need a shot of the two of you heading to the ramp for Mr. Orton's match against Mr. McGillicutty," he stated.

We nodded.

Then Randy added, "You don't have to call me Mr. Orton. Just call me Randy and call this lovely lady next to me Azrael instead of Ms. Victoria."

I blushed as the cameraman nodded. He then turned on the camera and started recording us heading to the ramp door. A few minutes later, he turned off the camera, thanked us, and walked away. Eventually, we arrived at the ramp door. It was open like it usually was. Randy turned to face me.

"Why didn't you tell them the whole plan?" he asked.

"Telling them the whole plan would be spoilers. So I decided just to tell them the basic idea of it," I answered.

He nodded as he started his second set of warm-ups. When he was finished, I massaged his shoulders. I couldn't wait for the plan to begin. Just then, a ref and King walked through the open door.

"What happened?" I asked, worried about King.

"Swagger put me in the Ankle Lock," he answered.

"Why would he do that?"

"Because he's Cole's trainer for our match at WrestleMania."

I felt my stomach drop, but I smiled anyway. "Well, I hope you beat some sense into him."

King smiled at me. "Thanks Raea. I'll see you later!"

I nodded as he and the ref walked away. As soon as they turned the corner toward the doctor's office, my smile fell, but I felt happy for him. Just then, I felt Randy kiss my head.

"Don't worry. We might still have a chance to get a match at WrestleMania," he whispered to me.

I sighed. "I hope so," I whispered back. I felt depressed, but I planned on not letting that show in front of the fans.

Just then, Randy's music began to play and together we walked out to face the crowd, who was cheering loudly for us. As we walked down the ramp, I found my eyes constantly moving up to look at the WrestleMania sign. Punk's words from the week before were playing in my head. I shook my head as we paused at the bottom of the ramp. Randy glanced down at me for a few seconds, a worried look in his usually cold eyes.

I nodded slightly at him. We then walked toward the steps. He motioned for me to go first. I quickly walked up the steps, Randy trailing behind me. When we got to the side we usually enter on, Randy sat on the middle rope and held up the top.

I entered the same way I always did, earning a loud pop from the crowd. I walked over to the side closest to commentary and asked for two mics as Randy entered the ring. As soon as they handed me the mics, I walked over toward Randy and handed him one of the mics as his music faded. He nodded slightly at me, telling me to start.

"Randy, I just realized something," I told him.

"What did you just realize?" he asked me.

"The thing is we made a big mistake." The crowd booed.

Randy cocked an eyebrow at me. "What? Do you honestly think we should just walk away from this business?"

"That's not it."

"What is it then?"

"At Unforgiven 2008, you should've kicked CM Punk harder. Also, at Vengeance 2005, I should've kicked SVR when I had the chance." The crowd's boos turned into cheers.

"You know something? I realized that, too. Punk also talks a lot about faith. Faith," he paused as we turned to face the camera directly in front of us, "isn't going to stop us from kicking your heads off this time," he continued, his voice now sounding dangerous.

Just then, Punk's music hit. We slowly turned to face the ramp. Punk, SVR, and the rest of the Nexus walked out. I glared daggers at the group. Both Punk and Seras had mics in their hands.

"You know something? The two of you are a lot alike," Seras stated.

"We get that a lot," I told her, much to her annoyance. The crowd cheered at my statement.

"Azrael, what she means is both you and Randal are arrogant, predictable hypocrites," Punk said. The crowd booed.

"Arrogant, yes. I won't deny that we're arrogant, but predictable?" I asked. I then looked over at Randy. "Do you think we're predictable?"

"Truthfully, I think they're more predictable than we are," Randy answered.

"My thoughts exactly."

"You know what? We're gonna put you in the ground!" Seras shouted angrily.

I smirked at her. Then I turned to look at the crowd, the smirk still on my face. "See what we mean?"

The Nexus huddled up and began to march down to the ring when the e-mail alert went off.

"There's another thing that's more predictable than you say we are," I stated as Josh stood up and walked toward the podium with the laptop on it.

He opened it and said into the mic, "The GM says, 'That is enough! At WrestleMania, it will be Azrael Victoria and Randy Orton vs. CM Punk and SVR. Over the next few weeks, you, Randy, will face members of the Nexus and if you win, that member will be banned from ringside at WrestleMania. If the Nexus members win, they can legally be in both Punk's and SVR's corner. Azrael, you are not allowed to get involved in these matches. You can, however, be in Randy's corner. The first match will start right now.'" Josh then walked back over to the announcer's table.

The Nexus members huddled together, and it looked like they chose McGillicutty to go first.

I threw the mic to the ground and whispered to Randy, "After the match, we do it?"

He nodded, his face calm. I gave him a good luck kiss on the cheek and exited the ring as McGillicutty walked down the ramp.

As soon as he entered the ring, a ref quickly ran down the ramp and slid into the ring. He then motioned for the bell. Randy and McGillicutty locked up. Randy pushed McGillicutty into the corner and unloaded on the Nexus member with right hands. Randy then hit McGillicutty with a big clothesline. He then started stomping and missed a knee drop. McGillicutty fired back, but Randy clotheslined him out of the ring.

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Randy ran into a dropkick from McGillicutty. McGillicutty went for the pin, but, luckily, Randy kicked out at two.

"Come on, Randy!" I shouted, trying to encourage him as McGillicutty Irish whipped Randy over to the corner. He worked on Randy there. Randy fought back, but McGillicutty took him back to the mat. McGillicutty hit Randy with a blockbuster and went for the pin, but Randy kicked out at two. I paced, but I kept my eyes on the ring.

McGillicutty attempted a headlock, but Randy fought out of it with a back drop. Randy hit McGillicutty with a big boot and two clotheslines. Randy then hit him with a powerslam and a backbreaker. McGillicutty rolled out of the ring out onto the apron, but Randy pulled him up and pulled his whole body onto the second rope with only his feet to hold him in place. Then Randy connected with his second rope DDT. Randy then nailed the RKO and went for the pin and the win, banning McGillicutty from Punk's and SVR's corner at WrestleMania.

I slid into the ring with a smirk on my face. I slowly walked toward McGillicutty. When I was close to him, I looked at Randy. He was smirking as well. I picked McGillicutty up and placed his head between my biceps.

Randy walked over and did the same thing. We then hit McGillicutty with the double RKO. Randy then looked like he was considering something. I knew what he was thinking about doing. He then backed into the corner opposite where McGillicutty was lying down flat on his stomach and grabbed on to the top ropes on either side of him, getting ready to punt McGillicutty.

I was standing close to Randy, my back to the crowd and my hands holding the top rope. My eyes were on Randy. I couldn't hear anything except for our combined breathing.

Just then, I heard a male voice say, "Randal Keith Orton and Azrael Myka Victoria."

I rolled my eyes. It was just like when Randy punted Husky Harris the night after the Royal Rumble.

"We order you not to punt Michael," Punk stated.

I cast a glance over at Punk. Seras was standing next to him. I smirked at them as I heard Randy run toward McGillicutty and connected with the punt. I looked back at Randy. He nodded and we quickly exited the ring and ran into the crowd, away from Punk, Seras, and the Nexus. We stopped at the top row, the smirks still on our faces as Randy's music played again.