Sorry for the late update, but I know you guys will love this chapter, lol! Here's the next Ashley chapter, written by Mikki! Please tell us what you think. Happy reading!

Ashley

Who the hell does Randy Orton think he is? Well obviously someone who doesn't know who he's messing with. I emerged from the shower situated in the women's locker room for the divas with a small white towel wrapped around me. I think I got just about all the apple out of my hair and it's been replaced with the smell of Mickie's rose scented shampoo. My mind is somehow still fixed on the legend killer and I have no idea why, maybe because he winds me up so much. How dare he do that to me! I mean I know we're not friends and probably never will be but does he really think he can outsmart me? Just wait until he comes to Smackdown...

"And why were you just in the shower?" came Maria's voice as she entered the locker room and looked straight at me like I was an alien. "I thought you already had a shower after you defeated Layla."

"I did," I replied through gritted teeth. "But that stupid Orton pushed me in front of him so I got Carlito's apple in my face and my hair. You are so lucky he isn't on your brand anymore."

"I know, he plays pranks on the people he doesn't like all the time."

"Is it really that bad?"

"It can be," Maria told me with a shrug. "Well anyway I just came in here to collect my bag and now that I've got it, I better go and meet up with my boyfriend. I'll see you in a bit then Ash."

"Yeah, bye. Good luck on Raw."

As soon as she had gone, my smile faded and I took my hairbrush from my bag as I had some major adjusting to do. Through looking in the mirror I couldn't keep my thoughts from travelling back to Randy, why is he such a bastard to me? The arrogant asshole needs to be taught a lesson and I'll do it myself if I have to. He thinks just because he changed brands to the one I'm on that he can overrule me like that? Big mistake Randy. It took me at least twenty minutes to go through my hair and by the time I was done, I was sure almost everyone was gone and heading back to their own hotel rooms. I almost jumped for joy when I saw Mickie James standing...but then my smile dropped again when I saw who she was standing with. John Cena? That was fine. Randy Orton? Just his name made me want to slap the hell out of him.

"Ashley, over here!" she called.

Why did she have to see me? What made me stand out so much? Why is Randy looking at me with that annoying smirk? He obviously remembers what happened earlier and he probably won't forget it either, probably remind me of it every single day that he's on Smackdown. I groaned quietly to myself as I made my way over to the three superstars with a fake smile on my face. I crossed my arms once I got there.

"Hey Micks, John. What's up?"

My intention was to ignore the legend killer but he wound me up so badly that I couldn't help it. He then spoke.

"Oh no what's up for me sweetie?"

"What did you just call me?"

He smirked again. I swear I'm going to slap him and really soon by the looks of things. He simply shrugged at me and I turned back to my close friends with a roll of the eyes. I am better than Randy Orton, I don't have to fall victim to his stupid jokes and pranks. Yay. Smackdown was going to be fun. Note the sarcastic tone in my thoughts.

"So as I was saying, what's up? Excited that you're both staying on Raw?"

"Definitely," Mickie nodded with a wide grin while John just nodded. "The women's championship is so mine."

"Good. I'm glad to hear it, Melina needs her ass kicked."

We both laughed but mine soon disappeared when Randy questioned, "So I see you took a shower? Your hair is still wet, does it smell of apple still?"

"You are such an asshole," I muttered.

"What's going on between you two?" John asked with a suspicious look towards both of us.

"He's being a complete and utter jerk to me because he doesn't want to see me happy, he loves to wind me up. Don't you Randy?"

"You're not exactly the best company and we both agree we hate each other."

"Thank god for that!" I literally screamed. "Anyway Micks, it was great seeing you so I don't know when I'll see you next but good luck going for the gold and everything."

"Ashley, you're riding with us," she smiled to me. "Candice told me to tell you she borrowed your keys, she's got your rental car now and they're all heading off to some club."

"Oh great."

My day was just getting worse and worse. The only good thing was that Randy's smirk had been wiped off his face and we were now just staring at each other, not a glare, not threatening but we were both annoyed with one another.

"Come on then, let's go. You have a flight to catch tomorrow back to Smackdown," John smirked.

"Don't remind me," we both muttered in unison.

I stayed as far away as possible from the legend killer by linking arms with Mickie as the four of us started on our way to the wwe champion's car. It was bad enough that I had to share the same car as Randy let alone be on the same roster. It made me want to throw up to think I would see his face almost every day and then on Smackdown too. At least I could get even with some of the pranks, some of the jokes and really wind him up. And just thinking of that, my smile appeared again.