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Ashley

Who does Edge think he is? Just because he's the world champion, he thinks he can harass me? Yes, I know that's what Randy said but he's absolutely right. I don't know why these superstars walk around acting all high and mighty just because they're either champions or too confident. Does that mean we, as divas, are supposed to just fall at their feet and worship them? Definitely not! Ugh, I hate that guy! Just because he slept with a diva behind his friend's back, it doesn't mean he has the right to go around making me feel cheap.

So now I'm rubbing my wrist because it hurts like hell, all thanks to him! But as I made my way into my hotel room and switched on the light, I can't help but to think why Randy would defend me, me of all people that is. We hate each other yet he'll come to my rescue? I shook my head lightly to show my confusement. I don't know, maybe he and Edge have some unfinished business and he only defended me because they have issues. Who knows though? ...I still think it's odd.

I picked up my cell phone as loud music blasted through the speakers, and answered with a bland hello.

"Hey hey Ashes!"

I made a smile as I recognised Mickie's voice, who I hadn't talked to since the night of the draft lottery.

"Hey Micks. What's up?"

"Nothing much, I just had to deal with a fight between Candice and Melina. They really hate each other."

"Yeah, I can tell."

"But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. Actually, I was just going to ask how you've been getting on since the almighty legend killer left Raw for Smackdown. Still at each other's throats?"

"Yep," I laughed. "You are so lucky Micks. He's so annoying!"

"Well that's one thing I learnt from when he was Raw. Better you than me is all I'll say."

I simply made a laugh as we moved onto a different conversation which involved the switches of the lottery and how some of them were good picks. But all through my conversation, I couldn't help but to think about the legend killer. No, I'm not thinking about him like that! I just find it so weird how he defended me against Edge! Ugh! Why is this going around in my mind? This is Randy Orton we're talking about, the man I've despised since day one!

Fine. I'll just put it simply in my mind and then I can move on. Him defending me didn't mean anything to him, he just had issues with Edge...

...Right?

I was soon brought back to reality by the brunette diva on the other end of the line, who told me she would soon have to go as she had a party to go to with some of the other Raw superstars.

"I'll talk to you some other time. Tell everyone I said hi!"

"I will do. See ya Ashes!"

"Bye!" I replied just as happily, before I hung up my cell and dropped it onto my bed.

As relaxing as my bed looked, I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep properly and comfortably the whole night if I didn't take a swim. It always would relax me after a busy day and besides, I still had the Rated R Superstar's touch on me. Ew. I stepped into the bathroom, only to emerge a quick five minutes later, having changed into my bikini with a random white towel resting on my shoulder. I checked I had everything with me before I closed the door behind me, walked down the corridor, and made my way down to the hotel's pool.

...But as I walked through the gate and caught a glimpse of the pool, I regretted making the decision to go after all. Why couldn't I have just had a shower instead? Unfortunately for me, coming out of the lit-up pool with water dripping off his perfectly toned body, not that what he looks like matters of course! Ugh! Why did I have to see him again tonight? It's been a bad enough night for me already and the place where I want to relax is where he has to be. How unfair!

I stopped complaining though and decided to look confident as I passed him quickly, placing my stuff down on one of the sun beds and making sure none of my things were bound to get stolen.

"Ashley," I soon heard his voice. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just about to ask you the same question," I responded in a mean tone, but I didn't care too much for how I acted towards him.

There was a little silence between us as I got into the pool, as far away as possible from him of course, and got used to the temperature of the water. While I was doing this, I looked up at the starry sky and made a small smile. I loved peaceful nights like this...and then of course, Randy had to go and open his mouth to ruin it for me.

"So, you're not going to thank me for saving your ass earlier?"

"Cocky much? And besides, I can fight my own battles."

"Really? Because to me it looked like you were struggling a bit against him. You're lucky I came in time, otherwise you might not have been going back to your hotel room with a smile on your face."

I simply rolled my eyes and watched as he slowly made his way out of the pool, and dried himself off with his towel. He glanced at me and I immediately looked away in case he thought I was checking him out or something. Knowing how overconfident he was, he was bound to think that I found him very attractive...which I don't of course...there are worse looking guys out there...BUT this is Randy Orton and in no way would I ever check him out.

"What are you looking at punkie?"

"Nothing. Gosh, get over yourself."

He just turned away and I'm sure I heard him say a few rude words about me but I didn't pay much attention. It was a few more minutes before he decided to get back in and suddenly I didn't feel like swimming laps anymore, simply because of him. I got out of the pool and dried myself off with my towel, running my hands through my wet dirty-blonde hair when I was done.

When I turned and saw a smirk on Randy's face, I was more than annoyed. Did he seriously think that much of himself?

It wasn't just because of him being around that I didn't want to be in the pool, it was more because I didn't feel like swimming. I'm just tired now. He got out of the pool again and I began to feel annoyed with each step closer to me he took. I began to wonder what he was about to do and I was soon feeling scared.

"What do you want Randy?"

Without warning, he wrapped his arms around my waist, getting my back all wet, before he pushed me in the pool. Ugh! When I came back up from the water, I glared at him. He knew I didn't want to get back in the pool and that's exactly why he pushed me. He annoys me so much.

"See ya punkie."

He left and I soon splashed the water in frustration. Yeah I looked like a kid but I didn't care. I began to do laps after all after a few moments, as I realised I had his touch on me and needed to get clean or something. Yes, I sounded like I was in high school but I hated Randy so much, I didn't care about that either...

...But if he thinks he's got the last laugh, he better watch out.