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March 7, 2011

American Airlines Center

Dallas, TX

Backstage

9:00 PM

Randy & I were on our way to the ring for Randy's match against David Otunga. I glanced at Randy. He seemed to be completely focused on the match ahead. If he won this, Otunga wouldn't be in Punk's and Seras's corner at WrestleMania. Thinking of the lawyer made me remember what happened last year while I was part of the Nexus. I absolutely refuse to tell what happened at that point in my life, but I will tell you I shivered that night, closed my eyes tightly, and hugged myself. I felt another pair of arms wrap themselves around me. I tilted my head upward and opened my eyes, staring into Randy's own.

"It's over, Raea. You don't have to worry about him anymore," he told me.

"I know that, but it seems like it would happen again," I answered, looking away from him. I knew I was pitiful at that point and I hated myself for it, but I didn't want what happened the year before to happen again.

He grasped my chin and moved my face toward him, making me stare into those eyes again. "It won't because we're going to stop it before it even starts again."

I nodded and we began walking again, Randy keeping one arm around me. Suddenly, Randy & I were knocked down. I slowly turned my body to face our attackers and saw Randy fighting off members of Nexus. I attempted to get up, but someone was holding me down. I turned my head toward whoever was holding me back and saw it was Seras. I glared at the blond.

"Let me go!" I cried as I attempted to get out of her grip so I could help Randy.

I then felt Seras yank my hair, forcing me to watch what was happening. I yelped in pain.

Mason Ryan rammed Randy back into a wall and the rest of Nexus, besides Seras, beat him down. When they were done, Seras threw me next to Randy. I screamed in pain as Punk walked toward us. I could see Seras standing next to me out of the corner of my eye. Seconds later, she was holding my face, once again forcing me to watch whatever rotten thing Punk was planning to do to Randy.

The Straight-Edge Superstar knelt down in front of Randy, who was breathing heavily.

"Randal, you put Michael on the shelf," Punk began.

"McGillicutty got what was coming to him. Besides, why do you care? He's just your shield anyway, along with the rest of Nexus," I yelled at him, but he ignored me.

"Where we're going to take both you and your girlfriend is much worse," he finished. Punk then lifted Randy onto his shoulders.

It was at that moment I realized what Punk was about to do to Randy. "NO!" I shouted, but once again Punk ignored me as he hit Randy with a GTS on the concrete. The Nexus dragged Randy toward the ring, Seras and I not far behind. Seras held my arms behind my back as if I was a prisoner and she was the police. It was at that point I noticed there was a camera man watching this whole thing. To say that I was upset would be the understatement of the year. I kept my eyes locked on Randy the whole time we walked.

"I'm sorry, Raea, but this is the way it's got to be," Seras whispered to me.

"You should've thought of apologizing before you made me sit there and do nothing while your meat shields attack my best friend," I told her through clenched teeth. I didn't glance in her direction as we continued walking toward the ring.

Ramp/Ring
The crowd booed at the Nexus as the continued dragging Randy down to the ring. Punk whispered to Seras and she let me go, her face expressionless. I glared at the both of them, not saying a word. I wanted to slap Punk, but I held back, reminding myself about that saying about revenge.

I then turned around and followed Ryan and Otunga, who were now dragging Randy to the ring. When we got to the ring, Ryan and Otunga pushed Randy into the ring, Otunga following after him. Otunga dragged Randy over to the corner closest to commentary. I walked over to that side of the ring, keeping my glare fixed on Otunga. The former tag team champion told the referee to ring the bell, which he did even after checking on Randy.

Randy slowly stood up, but Otunga rushed to the corner and beat him back down.

"Hey ref! Back him off!" I shouted angrily.

Luckily, he did, but Otunga was right back on Randy with more stomps. Otunga continued the offense and went for the pin, but he got a two count. Otunga then picked up Randy and connected with a scoop slam. He went for the pin again, but he got another two count.

"Come on, Randy!" I shouted.

Otunga looked over at me for a second only to shake his head. Then he went back to work. Minutes later, Otunga connected with his finisher. He then went for the pin. Fortunately for me, they were close to the ropes. So I walked over and quickly placed Randy's foot on the bottom rope just as Randy's shoulder popped up to kick out at two. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a camera man next to me, filming my every move so the fans could see what my reactions were. I hit the canvas with my forearms as if I was getting ready to connect with the Liplock on my opponent.

As I was doing that, Otunga picked up Randy like he was going to hit him with another move, but, before we could find out what it was, Randy nailed an RKO out of nowhere and pinned Otunga for the win. Randy's music began playing as I slid into the ring and raised Randy's hand into the air. My glee at Otunga's loss somewhat satiated my anger at what had happened before the match. Only somewhat.

I kept my eyes on Nexus as I whispered to Randy, "Can I do it this time?"

Randy motioned his hand toward Otunga. "As you wish," he whispered back. I moved toward the opposite corner, grabbed the top rope on both sides of me, and focused entirely on Otunga and breathing. Everything else faded into the background until Ryan knocked me down into the corner. He then focused his attention on Randy, yelling at him and picking him back up. Before he can strike, Randy laid him out with an RKO. Randy helped me up and I noticed both Punk & Seras run down to the ring out of the corner of my eye. I pointed it out to Randy.

We then turned around to face them together. I smirked evilly at them. Punk teased getting in the ring, but we were right there. Randy slightly moved his head toward mine and whispered, "Now."

I slowly stood up and made sure they wouldn't know what I was doing. After, I backed into the corner I was in before, acting as if I was scared of them. Fortunately, I had practiced this so many times it came naturally and no one ever saw through it. I grabbed the top ropes on either side of me and stared at Otunga. As I focused on Otunga, everything once again faded into nothing, but I saw Punk's smirk as he moved toward Otunga. I then let go of the ropes, started running toward the Harvard Superstar, and punted him in the skull, much to the shock and embarrassment of CM Punk. I grabbed the ropes and backed away from him, a smirk on my face. Randy climbed onto the turnbuckle and posed for the fans. I pointed at the WrestleMania sign. We had one more match left and I could see him out of the corner of my eye.

Mason Ryan.