love always feels like a battle field.

you better go and get your armor.

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Both completely tired and exhausted, the self proclaimed legend killer lazily made his way toward his hotel room – he wanted noting more than to collapse on his hotel bed and call it a night from there. Unfortunately, he had a match at tomorrow's Superstars tapings and he hadn't a clue of how he would drag himself to wake up at that time of morning, tomorrow.

If he wasn't on such bad terms with the McMahons he'd probably ask them to give him the next night off but he was well aware that wasn't happening and he wouldn't give any of the McMahons the satisfaction of him begging.

…Even though at the moment, that did seem much like a good idea.

Randy slid his hotel key in the slot and once the light flashed green he entered the dark room. With a long sigh, he flicked on the hotel light switch after taking off his jacket and throwing it in an empty corner of the room.

Instantly, his eyes widened at the sight he saw – a familiar woman sitting on his hotel room with one leg crossed over the other as she impatiently tapped on her thigh and glared in his direction.

"Sam?" Randy asked, in somewhat disbelief despite him being able to completely tell it was her. A small smirk came to her face as she stood to her feet. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Weren't expecting to see me?" With her head tilted, she retorted.

The legend killer sighed in defeat. "Well, no. At least not here in my hotel room."

She only laughed, clearly amused which showed the legend killer that this would be a long night – a long night that he surely did not want to have tonight. "You know, when I stopped by here a little earlier I actually saw one of your friends waiting outside of your hotel room. Brie, is it?" Randy just shrugged his shoulders in retort as Sam pulled something from her back pocket. "She wanted me to give you this…"

"…My elbow pad?" The legend killer said flatly whilst Sam threw the pad angrily toward the floor. "Sam, it's just an elbow pad. It fell off during my match."

"Oh, of course it did," she retorted back sarcastically, "and I suppose your good friend, Brie, just happened to of found it and thought it would be sweet to return it to you?"

"Good friend? Sam, I've barely talked to her. I actually told Cody to grab it from the ref after the show and bring it to my hotel room – I guess he ran into Brie and asked her to do the job, seeing as we both are staying in the same hotel building it probably was just an easier trip for her…-"

"You know that she's staying in the same hotel building as you! Just how would you know that?" Her hands were now firmly placed on her hips.

"I've seen her walking around in the lobby earlier with her sister."

"Oh and I suppose you're just as good friends with her sister as well, aren't you?" The legend killer in retort only ran his fingers down his face and released a long sigh – this conversation obviously would be going no where. "I knew it! I just knew it. Ever since you told me about that Kelly-girl, I just knew there were more."

Randy only scoffed in disbelief. "You think I'm sleeping with other women, now? Samantha, I am not cheating on you."

His wife only carelessly raised her hands in the air as if saying she was finished here and went to go grab her bag whilst Randy quickly motioned toward her.

"I should have known. I should have known." Under her breathe, she whispered quietly (though still loud enough for Randy to hear her which caused him to sigh in disbelief).

"Can we please just talk this out? You're jumping to way too many assumptions here-"

"No, you're jumping to way too many assumptions here if you think I'm going to just suffer through all this, Randal." The brunette slid her bag on her shoulder and headed toward the door as Randy repeated the word "suffer" through his head (he was making her suffer?) – before she twisted the doorknob, she hesitated and turned to face Randy. "You know Randy, I haven't a clue as to why I stick around as long as I do when I know that you will never change – you're the same sick, cold, heatless person you're for your work and you will never be anything better than that."

Before Randy could make one more defense for himself, the brunette had rushed her way out of the doorway and slammed the door directly in the face of the self proclaimed legend killer who glared at the door in retort – completely frozen.

…He hated going down this road – trusting someone enough to where you'd become in such a vulnerable state. Once they released that they were your all, it seemed like they would only toy with you from there because they know "you'll always come back to them in the end".

But sometimes the legend killer wondered just how long would be go through this – hearing her tell him that he made her "suffer" really questioned what role he played in this relationship?

It numerous of times felt like she looked at him as "Alanna's father" more than "my husband."

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"It's right over there."

Where he had pointed to had to of been one of the most gorgeous-looking cars that the petite diva had ever seen. It had been a shiny black car that must've of only cost a fortune. Everything about it glistened in the moonlight and it had been parked close toward the building – Mickie guessed so that way Shane didn't need to walk as far – it had just been a truly amazing car.

"Wow. That's beautiful." Quietly, Mickie whispered and soon felt like a dork – a pretty poor, low-class dork – when Shane chuckled, she only nervously ran her fingers through her mane.

"Why thank you." He bashfully grinned as he reached into his jacket pocket for his car keys and once he grabbed a grip of them, he swung them with his finger. "Once I'm finished talking to my father about a certain diva that is in desperate need of a title shot she deserves, then she should have herself one of these, too."

The brunette quietly cackled whilst Shane smiled down toward her. Mickie couldn't imagine Shane mentioning her to his father. Mickie didn't even know Vince could notice any other Diva on Raw other than Kelly.

"After you." He said as he held opened the door for her – this time it had been less weird than when John had held opened the door for her. The tiny brunette smiled in gratitude as she stepped into the car whilst Shane slowly closed the door behind her before walking over toward his side. "I think you're going to really like this Italian spot. I use to take my mom out there all the time whenever we were in town." Mickie slightly smiled and nodded her head as he slid the key into the car ignition. "You okay?"

It then hit Mickie why he would ask her that. She had only sat here quietly like a dork for what felt like fifteen minutes. She hadn't said anything and that probably weird'ed him out. She first nodded her head as a retort then decided to answer vocally shortly after, "Yes, I-I'm fine."

She didn't know why she was beginning to become so nervous around Shane? Maybe it was once she saw his amazing car and heard him speaking of her mother it hit her that Shane wasn't like John Cena or any of the other guys in the back – this was Shane McMahon. The Shane McMahon.

He quietly chuckled. "Alright then." Shane began driving off from the arena's parking lot as Mickie glared out of the car window and remained silent. "I hope you don't mind if I listen to the radio." It's your car; you can listen to whatever you want to. Mickie shrugged carelessly. "Never say Never, love this."

Okay so when did Shane McMahon begin listening to one of the coolest songs by the most amazing band? There was no way that it was possible he could actually like even one of the same bands as her.

"You like this?" He asked her and Mickie simply nodded her head.

"Of course and pretty much anything else The Fray." The two broke out into cackles whilst Shane gestured a short nod in agreeance – he obviously had the same liking for them as well. Many of Mickie friends hated the bands she liked. Kelly only enjoyed anything that was Britney Spears and John Cena listened to anything and everything rap music.

If Mickie had to hear another 50 Cent CD, she'd probably have to murder John.

Shane liking the same music as her just put Mickie into a calm. She felt more relief that he hadn't liked any crappy music that she would be force to grin and nod her head to for the rest of the car ride to the Italian restaurant.

The radio switched through various bands from The Fray to The Script to Trading Yesterday and all the music seemed to be fine to Mickie and more surprisingly, Shane.

He just seemed so down to earth, more than Mickie ever expected it out to be and it really all amazed her – perhaps they would become very good friends, after all?

Very soon, the two arrived at the Italian spot Shane had been talking about. Mickie learned this by watching a relieved smile on Shane's face once they arrived – he probably was starving much like Mickie was. He slid the key out of the car ignition and rushed over toward Mickie side to open her car door – she smiled to him appreciatively – before he led her to the restaurant entrance.

"Mr. McMahon! Mr. McMahon!" Where?, Mickie thought to herself until seeing the sight of a chubby – but very sweet, Italian, older looking woman – run over toward Shane with opened arms wearing a wide grin.

Her hair had been tied around in a bun with a small scarf and she had been wearing an apron over her skirt. She tightly hugged Shane – very unexpectedly for him – though Shane shortly hugged her back.

"I told you, you can call me Shane, Belinda." He cackled.

The short, chubby Italian woman – who was soon revealed as 'Belinda' – pulled away from Shane and bowed her head down, apologetically.

"My apologies, Mr. McMahon." Playfully, Shane gestured a short eye roll – to him, Mr. McMahon was his dad, not him. Actually, to everyone…Mr. McMahon was known as his dad. Belinda always chose differently being that his dad hadn't come here much. Usually it was only Shane and his mother as Stephanie and his dad didn't have many likings for Italian dishes. "And, Mr. McMahon," Belinda began again, this time wearing a goofy grin on her face as she looked toward Mickie who uneasily shifted her feet, "Who is this beautiful, young girl with you tonight?" She grinned toward Mickie who politely smiled back toward the Italian woman.

Softly, Shane rubbed Mickie's shoulder. "She is a very close friend of mine, Belinda. But from what I know, she has a weak stomach for Italiano?" Shane peeked toward Mickie who answered in a short nod.

Quickly, Belinda clapped her hands in happiness – slightly jumping up and down as she grinned.

"Eccellente!" She exclaimed. "Let me show you two to your seats." Belinda quickly rushed the two all the way toward the back of the restaurant – it had actually been the best-looking section of the small Italian restaurant. The entire restaurant had been beautiful but it was a known fact that the back had been the most luxurious. "Only the best for Mr. McMahon and his friend." She smiled toward the door and soon walked away.

Shane chuckled – slightly bashfully – as he gestured for Mickie to sit down and so she did. "I apologize for her. She's a close friend of my mother and mine and has practically raised me off of Italiano since I was in diapers." He admitted.

Mickie quietly giggled. "That's adorable." Shane slightly shrugged his shoulders before taking a seat across from Mickie.

A small smile rubbed off on Shane's face. "I can't thank you enough for joining me tonight. I actually assumed you would turn me down."

Turn you down? And why would I do that, Mickie couldn't help but think to herself. She was more so surprised that he even wanted to have dinner with her at all. After all, she was only just Mickie James and he was Shane McMahon. He could dine with anyone and everyone yet he chose her – a tiny and plain brunette – out of anyone. "Of course I wouldn't have thought about turning you down."

"Well, you did hesitant for a few moments."

Mickie gestured a short shrug. "Well, of course. I was just a bit…nervous, I suppose, about joining you."

Shane couldn't help but instantly chuckle toward it all. "Nervous and why would that be?" The tiny brunette only simply tilted her head. Did she really need to say it? Shane nodded his head, knowingly. "Oh, of course," he muttered toward himself. "You know Mickie, I may be a McMahon but that doesn't mean that you have to be intimidated. I' still just a guy."

Just a guy? No, he's more like the guy.

The short woman who was Belinda soon arrived back toward their table with a wide grin as she eyed the two – Mickie assumed that Belinda must've thought that the two (Mickie and Shane) were dating and that had been what Shane really meant when he answered that they were just good friends, before Mickie could speak up for herself, Belinda had spoken. "May I take both of your orders?"

"Oh." Shane said a bit startled – he hadn't even glanced at the menu though he knew exactly what he had wanted to order from being here so many times. "May I have a plate of Prosciutto?" There were a lot of good Italian cuisine but they all had been typed in Italian on the menu, leaving Mickie confused and a bit bashful. "Make those two plates, Belinda." Shane said once noticing Mickie's discomfort.

"Why yes, of course." The Italian woman nodded her head, scribbling down their orders before beginning to walk off.

"Oh and Belinda." The Italian woman quickly turned around toward Shane. "Two glasses of red wine for our beverages, thanks."

With a smile, Belinda sweetly nodded her head and then headed toward the back.

Mickie's brown eyes drifted away from the Italian woman and then toward Shane. "…Wine?" Mickie echoed.

Shane quietly chuckled. "Yes. I hope you do not mind." Soon enough – before Mickie could offer him a retort – the waiter had arrived with a bottle of red wine. She poured each of their cups half full (leaving the rest of the bottle on the table) before walking off. Shane then took a sip of his whilst Mickie hesitated before finally bringing the cup toward her mouth.

She wasn't much of a drinker – or at least not if she wasn't with at least a couple of her good friends – but she didn't see the harm in it all. A drink or two wasn't going to exactly send her in some drunk frenzy, she could handle it.

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all finisheddd. well, not the entire story; just the chapter, lols.

so, is shane really the guy for Mickie? or is it all an act?

and btw; thanks so much for all the request, you guys. (: i'm glad more people are getting interested.

i'll try to update sometime again next week or so.