Business as usual. Behind the scenes was filled with the normal drama of last minute details. I was thankful it was only a house show. I didn't have to run around worrying about what the viewers on the television might see. There was no danger of dead air time. Those were the shows I enjoyed the most, but soon, I had the biggest show of the year coming. Wrestlemania and the following week kicked it off with the royal rumble pay per view.
I showed Randy no favoritism and so far that day, it appeared that no one was wise to what had happened between us the night before. Of course, there were the rumors because Jillian had been at the club as well.
Vince was back and had decided to do a last minute change to the show's itinerary and it involved Randy. I think it had to do with my answer when he asked me if Randy had received anymore calls from Dixie. Of course he had, but I didn't tell him that I was sure that Randy didn't want to leave because I knew he would if he thought his career was stalled in our brand, so Vince had decided to start a rivalry between him and Kofi. I found it funny thinking about them acting so mad at each other when they were really such good friends, but it also meant I had to track them down and tell them before Randy headed to get in place for the first match.
I found Kofi, but I did not find Randy. I looked everywhere for him and didn't find him. I assumed he had yet to leave the gym and made my way to the office to go over a few last minute details for the show. My work load had gotten harder for me with more being added with each and every show. But I didn't mind. It kept me busy.
"It's great to see you getting right back into the game Randy." I heard a voice I recognized as Kelly Kelly's as I turned the corner. I hesitated and stood back instead of passing by the catering table. I wasn't normally into eavesdropping but I had a feeling it was about me.
"What do you mean?" Randy sounded so tired and his voice really didn't have much emotion.
"Well, I heard you and Vince's secretary were all over each other at a club last night."
"So."
"So, it's good that you are having a fling. You need it. I beginning to think you was going to turn into a monk."
"A fling?"
"Oh come on Randy, it couldn't be more than that."
"Why not?" he didn't raise his voice. Randy was calm. Too calm as if talking took too much energy out of him. Part of me wished he would get a little angry at Kelly for her statement.
"She is, well kind of a nerd."
"A nerd, what are we in high school."
"She's not great for your image."
"You're as shallow as ever I see." He said. "But you can relax. We're just friends."
"I like to think that we're friends." I peeked around the corner and watched as the blond moved close and traced his bicep flirtatiously. "Since that's how you and your friends play, maybe I should come by tonight."
I watched Randy smile. He laughed and bent down so he was really close to Kelly's lips. I felt sick. I was so sure he was going to kiss her. I prepared myself. He didn't belong to me. We had agreed on our relationship status that morning.
"The idea of you in my bed doesn't turn me on. I don't particularly like lying down with someone who's laid with most of the roster." He gave her one of those sickening smiles just like he did after hitting a devastating move in the ring and he walked away. Kelly was so angry she picked up a roll and threw it at him, hitting him in the back of the head. He gazed over his shoulder, shrugged it off and kept going.
I took a deep breath and pushed my emotions into the back of my mind and entered the hall way. I was about to call out his name when I was interrupted.
"Abbi," Stephanie caught me just outside the office and I groaned because Randy had disappeared into the locker room. "I need that budget estimation for the rumble."
"I'm not working on the rumble. You'll have to see Shane."
"You're supposed to have information on all of this stuff. I swear you're just lazy."
"Yeah and you're a real bitch." I snapped and that was like firing a pistol at the starting line of race because we ended up in shouting war in the middle of the hall way. It brought Shane and Vince out of the office and several superstars and road crew emerged.
"Enough!" Vince stepped between us with his crutches in hand.
"Watch it Steph, you don't want to offend daddy's little mistress." Shane hissed.
"What did you say?" The very mention made Vince's face red with anger. "How dare you say something like that?"
"Then why don't you fire her? She just called me a bitch." Stephanie challenged.
"I'm not going to fire her because you can be a bitch." I was shocked by the deep growl he gave his kids. "What I am going to do – is put the three of you in charge of the rumble and by the end of it I expect you to get alone."
"This is bullshit." Shane complained. "Can't you spot a gold digging whore when you see one?"
"Don't talk about her like that."
"Why not? DAD." Stephanie added. They both still believed that Vince and I had something going on and I was embarrassed because they were saying it in front of the entire roster. I was sure they would start to wonder if any of it was true.
"Because she's your sister!" he growled hatefully and all three of us gasped. How could that be? How could I be Vince McMahon's daughter?
