In Randy's Room

Torrie paced Randy's room while Randy just sat there. He smiled at the worried diva. Finally she sat across from the 3rd generation superstar.

"I can't believe this. I can't believe Eric would do this. It wasn't even part of the night!"

"Calm down Tor! Everything will be fine. Now I got handed the outcome on the way here so obviously he had it planned."

In the background was RAW on TV. J.R was getting fired by the McMahon family.

"Let me see the paper."

Randy got it out and handed it to Torrie. She skimmed the pages, sometimes stopping to look at a part clearer. Then she threw the paper at Randy.

"I can't believe the ending! How cheap!"

"Just go with it Tor. It will be OK."

Torrie sighed. She walked over to the door, which was open a crack. She looked out to see Shawn and Ric talking. She turned to see Randy really close to her. Randy stared down at Torrie. But Torrie just pushed past him and picked up the papers.

"We should go over this."

"No. I should go over you."

Randy got closer and sat next to Torrie. Torrie couldn't help but slap Randy. She got up and opened the door. She still had the script in her hands.

"You should get over me."

As she started to go out, Randy stopped her.

"OK I'm sorry. But can we please go over this?"

"Fine. But stop…whatever you're doing."

Torrie sat back down across the bench. Randy put the script between them. But he didn't feel like talking about that.

"So are you still planning on re-doing John's car?"

"Oh yeah! I'm gonna take it before NYR. But I have no clue what to do."

"Here's let me sketch something out."

Randy got a pen from his bag. He looked around the room for a piece of paper. He just took the script and turned it over. Then his good art skills came out.

"I think the color of the car could be a color John really likes…something that will stand out…like…"

"Bright green?"

"That's too much. I'm thinking more of a burnt orange."

"How about an dark green? We could put brown patches of paint for camouflage."

"Good idea!"

Randy wrote in 'camouflage' in the car. Then he drew some patches and marked them 'brown' and the outside 'green'.

"Now for new tires. I'm thinking 26 inch but no spinners."

Randy drew some tires on the car. But Torrie couldn't take her eyes off of Randy. He looked really into the sketch. His blue eyes would move across the page and sometimes stopping to focus on one part.

"OK now for the inside. I think we should have..."

"Randy?"

"Yeah?"

Torrie leaned in and kissed him. She missed those lips of his. Randy dropped the sketch and the pen and kissed her back. They made out for at least 10 minutes. Then they heard a bang on the door.

"You're on in 10!"

Torrie got off Randy, but he pulled her back down.

"Hey what gives?"

"We have 10 minutes."

"And your point is?"

"We have to savor the moment."

In time, they both savored the moment.

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In John's room

John sat on his bench waiting for Ashley to finish her phone call. Her voice would be happy one moment, serious another, then quiet another. John didn't know why he was paying attention to her voice. But her voice drew him to her for some reason. Maybe it was because he voice wasn't all bubbly like all the other divas, exception to Amy. Finally she came into the room and jammed the phone in her pocket.

"Not a good phone call?"

"I would throw it, but it cost too much money."

"That sucks. Let's just look at the script."

Ashley sat down next to John. He smelled really good. He gave off some sign, like a peaceful sign. How did Ashley know this? She shook her head and took the script. She turned it to the last page.

"Why do you do that?"

"I'm not a patient person."

She looked down to the result. The paper dropped from her hands. John could see fear in her eyes.

"What? What is it?"

"See for your self."

John picked up the script. He kept looking for the ending. Once he found it, he couldn't help but being happy.

"What are you smiling about?"

"I haven't had an ending like this in months!"

"Well I hate it."

"You never had an ending like this."

"I still hate it."

"You can't hate something you never had or tried."

"I can if I want to."

Ashley got up and walked around the room. She stole the script from John. She skimmed through the rest of the pages.

"They expect me to do a moonsault?"

"I guess so."

Ashley screamed and closed her mouth abruptly. John had his hands over his ears. Ashley started to turn red.

"Oh I'm so sorry! I've just been so confused about…everything!"

Ashley finally broke down in tears. John sighed. How many tears would he have to take tonight? John got down to Ashley's level. Ashley had her head in her hands.

"What are you confused about?"

"My life, my family, my relationship with Randy…"

"What about your relationship?"

"I keep thinking that he doesn't love me. He always pays attention to Torrie when she' around. It's like I'm not even there."

"I could hit him if you want me to."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'd rather just stay with it. The plot Vince has for us requires us to be together."

"So will you be OK?"
Ashley looked into John's eyes. His eyes were a light blue. Maybe with a little grey in them. His lips looked so soft. The way they felt on her cheek was great. She wanted that.

"I might need one thing for me to be OK."

"What is it? I'm here to help in any way."

"Close your eyes."

John got a confused look on his face. Ashley went in for the kiss. Finally she reached his soft lips. But the thing was, he didn't even pull back. He just went with it. Ashley fell to the ground with John on top of her. Before things got nastier, they heard a knock on the door. That person happened to let them self sin. John jumped up and pulled Ashley up with him.

"Hey guys. You're on in 10 minutes."

"Thank's Shane."

Shane winked and walked away. Ashley brushed her clothes.

"You think we should make it down?"

They left and passed Randy's room. They were hearing noises. After about 3 minutes of listening, they found what, or who they were doing.