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Randy

So the night of the draft lottery came and went. As I look back to that night, I would say that it was the best night I ever had.

Okay, so before I didn't think that but now I do. If it weren't for the draft lottery, I would not get a chance to get to know a cool girl like Ashley, who at the time, the girl that I could not stand to be around. So anyway, back to the draft lottery. The night that turned out bad for me, but in the end as I looked back, it happened to be a good one.

So how does the draft lottery works you must be thinking, right? Well let me explain that to you. Some of the WWE Superstars from the three brands would be scheduled for matches against anyone from another brand that each Superstar is representing. So if that Superstar win a match, he or she would win a draft pick for his or her brand. Sounds clear enough? Alright now back to the night of the draft!

John and I were finally alone after the two Divas exited the locker room: the perky one and the punk one. Yeah you guessed it. Ashley was one of them who came along with her good friend Mickie James. Ashley only came with Mickie just because Mickie wanted to talk to John for a brief moment. So whilst I had to wait for their conversation to be over, I would just annoy the Smackdown! Diva for my amusement and boy did it worked! I got her really pissed. Do you think it has never been like that with her and me? Try staying in Smackdown! for almost a year and you would see the kind of relationship we have. Not in a romantic way, of course. It was more like an 'I couldn't stand you' kind of relationship.

John was putting on his black baseball cap and grabbed his spinner belt in hand. That spinner belt was the WWE Championship. He invented this kind of belt to represent the hip hop culture which I thought it was cool but unique.

"I'm heading out, man."

"Alright Champ, go out there and win a draft!"

John chuckled. "I'll try my best."

We made our usual knuckle-to-knuckle before he went out of the locker room door. I made a deep sigh and shook my head softly to myself. Maybe I will be lucky enough to stay in Raw? I mean, ECW would go along fine without me in their locker room, plus they don't need someone like me anyway. And for Smackdown, well I was in drafted to Smackdown two years ago as and stay for a good long while until my contract expired. So being drafted to ECW seemed unlikely. For Smackdown however, why the hell would they put me back there? I have already been to Smackdown! for crying out loud! I was draft pick number two you know! Didn't that mean something to you? Doesn't that ring a bell?

Well, it should have been but unfortunately, every WWE Superstar is eligible for the draft.

And that would include the Legend Killer.

"So much for that," I frowned. "Why can't they just make the draft for only people who haven't experienced it?"

Like Ashley.

Why of course, Ashley Massaro. She hasn't been in one before and this was her first.

"Who cares really?" I told myself. "I don't if she ends up staying in Smackdown! or moving to ECW for that matter; as long as it is not here."

An hour and a half went by. Another half of the three hour time limit left to go. I haven't got picked off yet. Hoorah! I felt like drinking a nice cold can of my favorite soft drink Pepsi as a part of a celebration but I knew that the draft wasn't over until it would be over.

Unfortunately, it wasn't over yet.

All of the WWE Superstars from the three brands would be all standing out in the corridors as they were waiting around with apprehension. They were waiting for their names to be called. On the other hand, I would give them an arrogant look while I made a smirk on my face.

"What are you smiling at?" The Puerto Rican wrestler asked.

"I'm just being happy Carlito."

"For what? You don't know if you're moving or not."

"You don't know that I am."

"But still, anything goes."

"Look man, ECW would be a bad choice for me and everyone in this building knows that. Secondly, I've been to Smackdown! already."

"So what's your point, pretty boy?"

I shot a glare at Carlito. He could be really annoying sometimes just to get under people's skin.

"My point is that I'm staying here! You guys know very well that this show would sink down bottom without me! I'm the star of this show every week!"

Carlito scoffed. "You only make this stupid pose."

He made a short demonstration of raising his arms up as mimicking my pose. I rolled my eyes at his intention of mocking me.

"What makes you so great?" he asked me as he put his arms down.

"Because that's what I am," I told him straightforward. "Unlike you, I've entered many main events, in which one of them, was my time to become the youngest Heavyweight Champion! I've already got my name down in history. What about you, Carlito? You haven't done anything to claim the spot that I am in now. So if I were you, I would check on myself before I ask a question like that."

I gave a good look at him. That guy with that weird bushy hairdo and with that apple in hand was the lamest appearance anyone had come up with, I thought. This guy has done nothing but disrespecting people. Anyone who disrespects the Legend Killer will not get away with it. I deserve respect because I earned it!

Carlito said nothing as I turned around and walked away. At least that would shut him up and maybe have got him thinking. If he wants to be where I am at, he has to work hard to get there. It's not like some wish you can get from a genie in the bottle and expect to be a Champion in one night. You have to work hard and keep your head on the prize. That was what my grandfather said to me and his word kept me going.

I was heading back to my locker room when I bumped into her again. I smirked at her and kind of flirted with her a little. Not that I was interesting in her, just wanted to annoy her so more, which obviously worked according to plan.

"Where are you off to?" I asked.

"Since when are you interested?"

"I'm not. I'm just curious."

"For your information, I have a match to go to now."

"Oh really, now?"

"Yes, against Layla."

"So it's Smackdown versus ECW?"

"Yeah, that's right. If you haven't noticed that my show is on a roll so far and now I'm going out there and get the next draft pick for Smackdown!

"Well good luck to that."

She scoffed. "I don't need that from you."

"Well you might if you ended up getting your ass kicked."

Ashley rolled her eyes. "Don't you worry, when I ended getting someone far better you for Smackdown, I will get my last laugh and you can bet your bottom dollar on that!"

With that, she turned around briskly with her hair flicked across her shoulders as she went off towards the black curtain.

"Far better than me," I said and grinned. "Where is she getting at? There was no way she could anybody else better than me, because I'm simply the best! She has no idea that she has just talked to me, the Legend Killer."

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