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Chapter Twelve:

"I don't know what your definition of a whore is." Manny announced on the microphone during TNA. "But it isn't me." The fans cheered. "I'm not a whore like someone wrote on my car. In fact, if it wasn't for Randy Orton, I'd still be a virgin until marriage. My faith is very important to me, and I would not go against it for someone I happen to dislike."

"If it wasn't me, it would've been someone else." She heard Randy's voice say as the superstar came from the crowed with a microphone.

Manny looked around. "Um, hey... security? It would so help if you did your job!"

Orton got into the ring. "I was invited here tonight. Put on the guest list by one of your own. Who? I don't know, but I don't care, either."

Manny didn't know when but AJ was suddenly by her side as Manny begun to feel dizzy.

He took his sister's microphone and stood in front of her. Glaring at Randy, AJ spoke. "I don't know who put you on that damn guest list, and that's not important at the moment. What is is that my sister was taken advantage of by you."

"Hey, not my fault the whore can't handle her liquor."

"I'm not a whore!" Manny yelled in her defense.

"She's not a whore! You are, hey, aren't you married? Isn't your wife expecting? Some father you're going to be to that poor child."

Randy was now glaring. "Leave my family out of this!"

"Well, you're fucking with mine!"

"No pun intended?" Randy asked, laughing.

Manny groaned and stepped to the side she took the microphone from AJ.

"All puns and mockery aside. Where are the rest of your followers?" She was referring to the other WWE wrestlers.

"They are in the back, kicking TNA's sorry excuse for wrestlers' asses. You know, TNA is like a WWE graveyard. All the washed up and no talented wrestlers come here."

"Guess you'll be here in a few months, huh, Orton?"

"I'd never be this horrible." He scoffed.

Manny sighed and tilted her head to the side. "Take care of him, bro."

The fans cheered as AJ attacked Randy. As the two guys fought Manny hard booing from the crowed and turned around, she was met with a closeline from Ashley Massaro.

Manny fell to the mat and rolled herself out the ring, her hand on her throat. She leaned against the barricade, fans touching her, and looked to Ashley who was in the ring, and standing by Randy's side.

"Now that's what I call a whore!" Manny yelled before she stopped leaning on the barricade. Manny slid under the bottom rope and into the ring. Before Ashley could move, Manny speared her to the mat and began to punch her. Randy tried to pull Manny off the WWE Diva, but Manny was gripping her hair tightly.

Randy was tackled to the mat by AJ, and the two men fought.

Manny finally stood off Ashley and kicked her in her stomach as hard as she can. The diva screamed, the knockout smirked and kicked the girl again before pushing her with her foot out of the TNA ring.

Manny turned around and noticed Randy punching AJ. Manny quickly went out the ring and got a chair. She rushed back in the ring, but before she could use the chair, Randy turned around to look at her.

"You gonna hit me? Come on...hit me."

Manny stared at him, he walked towards and she backed up.

"Scared Manuela?"

"Of you? Fuck no."

"Why you backin' up?"

Good question, the knockout thought. She stopped backing up and swung the chair at Randy. He backed up quickly, the chair missing him by mere inches and falling out of Manny's hand.

"Don't have a chair now." Randy picked it up and held it as if he was going to swing it at her. He mocked swung the object, Manny flinched as her body tensed up. He laughed and threw the chair out of the ring. Randy smirked as Manny was now backed up against the turn buckle and couldn't go back any further.

Randy continued to walk, his body pressed up against hers. She tried to push him off but he wouldn't move. "Get away from me, Orton!"

"Don't think I will." He leaned down and his lips connected with Manny's. He held the back of her head towards his mouth. The knockout tried to push him off her, but he deepened the kiss. Manny punched his chest, trying to weaken him, but it didn't work. Using her foot, Manny kicked Randy in his shin.

"Fuck!" he yelled as he pulled away. Manny kicked him again, this time in his family jewels. He went into a bent down position, and angrily and near tears, Manny kicked Randy's head as if we were a football. Randy lay motionless on the mat and Manny ran out of the ring, through the crowed and eventually out of the arena.

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"I hate you Randy Orton! I can't believe you would do that to me! All those lies, the garbage you've been feeding me. Fuck you, everyone was right! How could you kiss her? On TV...this mess was started because of you sleeping with her, but this...this is low you bastard! Who do you want? Me or her? Are you attracted to her..." the woman paused and sighed. "Oh Lord, Randy. I can't do this, not after that, I want a divorce."

Randy shut off his phone; he played the voicemail over and over again. Why did he kiss Manny? He was attracted to her, yes, but...but nothing. He didn't even know.

The hotel room door opened, and his roommate and best friend, John Cena, walked in. "People are sayin' you're in love with her."

"I'm not." He replied truthfully. "I love Samantha, or, well, I thought I did. But I don't know."

"Sam is probably fed up with your bullshit." John went to sit on his bed.

"Can you blame her? I screwed her over. I kissed another woman, and she's pregnant with my child."

John quickly snapped his head to Randy. "You don't know?"

"Know what?"

John sighed. "People took pictures of her entering and leaving an abortion clinic."

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Manny walked back to her house after getting her mail. People were taking pictures of her, which was happening a lot lately, they even stooped as low as to camp out and try to climb on her roof. She hated it.

"Is Orton a good kisser?" someone yelled, she ignored them like usual and walked back to her house.

She made sure to lock the door before going to her kitchen. She placed the mail on the island and sat down on the stool. Taking a sip of her orange juice she began to go look over her mail.

"Finally." She muttered after looking at a huge envelope. Taking the stack of papers out of it, she smirked and started to read everything over.

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Vince took out his cell phone dialing a familiar number he had been calling a lot lately. The person's phone rang and soon they picked up.

"Hey, Vince."

"Did you get it?"

"Sure did."

"Great, that's all I called for. Keep me posted."

"I will, and you do the same."

"Will do."

Vince hung up the phone and smirked. TNA would not win this war, WWE would come out on top.

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A/n: An update! About time, eh? Well. Hope you liked this chapter, I did. Thanks for the reviews last chap. I have a poll on my profile page, so go vote! Yayy. – Tiffany.