And we all take a great sigh of relief that Randy and Lora worked out their tension! Lol I know we were all worried about it! Today, as I start to write this, is Sunday. The Sunday of Bragging Rights! I know we all wish Randy luck and hope that John doesn't do anything that we are going to HATE! =(

Anyways, on with the chapter!

Chapter 29- A Walk To Remember

Lora

"How much longer do we have Randy?" I asked, drying off a plate and tucking it away in the cabinet. I didn't have anything else to pass my time on this long trip. Keith was asleep, there was nothing on TV, we had watched all of our DVDs, and Randy and I couldn't very well use the time for ourselves when two bus drivers were seven feet from us. So, I settled on washing our dishes from breakfast. The trip from our last house show in Washington to our next stop at Bragging Rights in Minnesota was another extended hour trip. We had been on the road since yesterday afternoon. Though, I guess I really couldn't complain. To literally have your living room with you at all times wasn't bad. And I didn't miss the constant plane-hopping and all of the hotel rooms.

"Well, we actually should be there any moment now," Randy said, standing up from the couch. I heard the soft thuds of his feet as he shuffled over to me. I picked up the towel to dry the last bowl, and his arms came around me. I but my lip to stop the smile that tugged at my lips. His muscles tightened around me, and I felt myself moving backwards. "Give that a rest and sit with me."

How could I turn down an offer like that? I couldn't, and threw the dish towel down on the counter. I felt Randy left go of me, all but my hand. Letting him drag me towards the couch, I settled into the cushions next to him. Keith made a noise in his sleep, and I looked over at him. My beautiful little baby, strapped in his carseat that fastened to a chair. His red hair just kept getting longer and his blue eyes were getting sharper. He was my life. Randy slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him, snuggling together for our rare moment of peace. I sighed, thinking about on the past couple of days. "I'm sorry for the way I acted the other day."

Randy moved around until our eyes met. He was looking at me in confusion. My eyes watched as he parted his lips slowly. "What are you talking about?"

"I've been kind of crazy lately, haven't I?" I wondered out loud, to no one really. I turned my head away from Randy to stare at my baby. "His words turned my world upside down. Why would anyone say such a thing about an innocent baby? Despite the feelings he had towards the child's parents."

Randy tensed beneath me. I know Barrett's words had angered him as much as they had me. I chanced a glance in his direction, and saw that the muscle in jaw was drawn tight and his blue eyes had clouds rolling in. I bit my lip. I hated when Randy got that way. As if he was thinking about the events in direct detail. But the words that came from his mouth did not match the expression on his face. "You can't keep thinking about that. What's done is done, and we can't change it. No matter how idiotic or absolute bull shit that it was."

His choice of wording made a smirk tug at the corners of my mouth. I looked down at his hand, lacing my fingers with his. I closed my eyes and let my head lean against Randy's neck. A soft laugh escaped from my throat. "I bet you didn't know you married a crazy, violent attacker."

Randy shook silently, and I knew he was laughing with me. "Well, I wasn't really surprised. I knew you had it in you. That chair incident with Swagger last year showed me that," I blushed slightly, remembering that moment, and the sound it made. I had felt very good, adrenaline pulsing through my veins afterwards. No wonder the boys here do what they do. "And to be honest with you, I enjoyed watching you hand it to Barrett. It made me proud that I have you all to myself."

I rolled my eyes, lightly hitting his stomach. He would turn something that I thought was serious, into a sexual situation. But I was relieved to know that he wasn't disturbed by my actions. I hadn't really meant to go ape crazy on Wade. I just forgot where I was, and all I heard were his ugly words in my head, driving me on. But all conversation was lost when the bus slowed to a stop and we were at the arena. The minutes slipped by in comfortable silence as we got our things together for the evening.

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The walk away from the roster's children caregiver was interesting. I finally decided to let her watch Keith for the evening. Paul Wight, or the Big Show, brought his daughter with him, and it made me feel better that I wasn't the only one that needed the help. My heels clicked with each step I took. It was now settling in with the stagehands and crewmembers that I was a wife and mother to Randy, and I didn't get near as many stares as I had when we first came back. I turned the last corner to the hallway that held my titantron room. I nearly stopped dead when my eyes roamed over a tall figure at the end of the hall. Wade Barrett. But instead, I took a deep breath and held my head high. The sound of my shoes warned the man of my arrival. His cold eyes met mine, and widened slightly. And the next second, he turned on his heel, and disappeared around the corner. I bit back my laughter, and closed the door behind me to my room.

My workload was larger tonight than it usually was. I had to load Raw and SmackDown superstars songs. It was always such a pain and I dreaded combined shows. It took nearly an hour and a half before I was finished. I sighed and stretched my back against the hardness of the chair. I jumped slightly when I heard the soft creak of the door behind me. Turning to look, my eyes found my blonde-headed friend, who needed to get ready for his match tonight.

"Hey killer," Adam said, joining me in a chair next to mine. I rolled my eyes at the nickname he and John had settled on. It wasn't exactly flattering, but I guess, taking in recent events, was the truth. I had to fight hard to restrain my laughter.

"What are you doing here Adam? You have a match in less than thirty minutes."

Adam smiled at me, but something was off. The usual gleam wasn't in his eyes, and his smile was his regular light up the room kind. His shoulders were slump ever so slightly. I knit my brows at him in confusion. I had never seen Adam look so down. "I just wanted to come tell you, before you heard from anyone else."

"What's the matter Adam?" I asked, turning my seat towards him to get a better view. He looked away from me, closing me off from his painful stare. Something really had upset him. And just when I thought I couldn't take the suspense any longer, he sighed.

"Vince wants me traded to SmackDown."

I gasped, covering my hand with my mouth. Now everything clicked into place. Why Vince wanted Randy back so bad, the look of sadness in Adam's eye. And I knew, right then, that it wasn't a matter of talking it over. What Vince wanted, Vince got. My chest clinched painfully as the realization sank in. This was probably the last night "Edge" would be on the Raw brand for a while. And the last time Adam got to regularly visit me in my work room. "And you don't want to go?"

"Don't get me wrong, I love the guys on SmackDown. They are some of my best friends," and I knew he was speaking the truth. I could hear it in his voice. "But, I love it here. The traveling with John and Randy and all of you. I've just gotten used to being over here."

"What about Melina?" I asked, and regretted the question. Whatever resolve Adam had left vanished at my words and his face fell. He brought his hands up and ran them through his hair. His shoulders shrugged ever so slightly.

"She knows about the trade, but she's not very happy with it. Though, neither of can do anything about it. Just hope for tour dates that cross with both shows and pay-per-views. That's all we can do."

My heart reached out for him. I knew how hard with was to be away from someone that means so much to you. It was some of the toughest days I had gone through. Though, in this situation, Adam will still have his passion to keep him busy. Something that I was thankful for, because it would be less painful if you had something to fill the time. I watched sadly, as he hugged me one good time and left the room to head for his match. I sighed. It would be difficult to not see Adam three or four times a week. That was the norm for us. Our little group hung out every chance we had. I shook my head, trying to get back in the game.

The night started to fly by. Raw lost its seven-man-elimination tag team match against SmackDown, giving them the Bragging Rights for yet another year. I was rather disappointed that it was scheduled like that. I wanted to have my show win. Ever since I was a little girl, I had always been more biased towards Raw than I ever was with SmackDown. The only person that ever made me watch that show was The Rock. I was head over heels with him when I was younger. But, Raw was always my show. And it really was now. I hated to see us defeated. The next match up was a six-Diva-tag match with the Raw Diva's Tamara, Melina and Eve against Layla, Michelle McCool and Beth Phoenix. I was pleased that our Diva's were scheduled to win, giving Raw its second victory of the night. It was a brutal match, though. Tamara took a hard shot to the stomach from Michelle, and Melina busted Layla's lip with her finisher.

I decided to check on Keith before the main event, which was Randy versus Barrett with John in his corner. Vince had finally released the results to us the day before, and I was pleased to find out that John would not betray his fans by helping Barrett. Randy would be disqualified and Barrett would win, but would retain the title. I waited for David to relieve me and I went off in the direction of my son. I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, and as I turned the corner, bumped into someone with long brown hair. I looked up to see Casie, and smiled.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention," I laughed and Casie joined with me. But as her laughter escaped her throat, she clutched at her sides in pain. Her face winced up and I knew she was still hurting from her match. Casie noticed my attention and waved me off.

"It's nothing. Just a little sore because Michelle goofed up," she giggled softly, low enough that it didn't seem to hurt her. She decided to tag along to go see Keith before our men were involved in the main event. We fell into step with each other on the walk towards the sitter's.

"Did you hear about Adam?" I asked, the sadness still tracing my words. I would miss my friend more than I realized. We had been friends nearly as long as the rest of my group. And other than Randy, Adam was one of the only guys that ever got me. He knew when I was upset, and he knew when to make me laugh when I needed it. I looked over to Casie, and she was nodding her head.

"It's sad, isn't it?" I nodded me head in agreement. We turned the corner to the hall that the playroom was on. "Melina was talking to me about it earlier. She seemed optimistic about his trade, but I could really tell she was upset. It's so hard to keep up an inter-brand relationship. No one really can understand until they are put in that position. Different tour dates, different states and sometimes different countries."

"It just made everything real for me, you know? What if Randy was ever to be traded? The Orton's aren't a packaged deal. He would go over to SmackDown, and I would here with my job. My position isn't up for trade like Randy's is." I hated to think like that, but it was very possible. And if that was to happen, what would we do about Keith. We would be in the same position we were in when I was going to have to remain behind with Keith and Randy back to work. He solved that issue, but I didn't see an easy way out of being traded to a different show. I shook my head, trying not to think about it. We would cross that bridge if it ever arose.

"Well, in place of 'Edge''s trade, we get 'CM Punk', or Phil Brooks," Casie giggled softly as she said his name. I raised an eyebrow at her for an explanation. Casie tried to stem her laughter long enough to give me the story. "Well, I just think his two names, real and staged, are on the opposite ends of likeness. 'CM Punk' doesn't not make me think of 'Phil'."

That must be some kind of inside joke between her and Phil, because I didn't find it nearly as amusing as she did. Though, I did smile for her benefit. I curled my fingers around the doorknob of the playroom, when I loud deep voice called out from a hallway length away. My head flew in the direction of the voice, and my eyes landed on John and Randy. Randy stood back away from John, shaking his head in amusement, and John was waving at me.

"Hey, Killer!" And without seeing my response, he doubled over in laughter, having amused his self. Casie, after watching John's behavior, couldn't hold back her laughter. I bit back my smirk and raised an eyebrow at Randy. When John straightened, I put on the most serious face that I could, and tried to stare him down. The laughter died from John's face and he took a step back, even though he was yards away from me. Randy shoved at John's shoulder, pushing him on the way to the holding area before the matching, his own laughter falling from his lips. I watched as they disappeared, and smiled.

"Wait!" Casie said as I went to open the door in front of me. I looked at her in confusion and saw that she was pointing at the window, to the right of the door. I quietly walked to the window and peeped in. There, on the play mat, was Keith. And I could tell from here, that he was sound asleep. I sighed, knowing that if I opened the door, he would wake up. And if he didn't get all of the sleep that he could, he would be so cranky. I turned back around to face Casie, making a sad face. I missed having Keith in the room with me while I worked.

"Well, do you want to watch the match from my room?" I asked her as I began walking back to the titantron room. She nodded and followed behind me. We were walking a deserted hallway when I was knocked into the side wall. Once I brushed the hair out of my face, I turned to see Casie doubled over, and soft groans of pain coming from her. I rushed to her side. "Are you okay?"

She stood back up the best she could, still stooping slightly, and nodded her head. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just really bad cramps and that match didn't help."

I didn't believe her, but there was no arguing with her, unless you were John. I was definitely going to talk to him about Casie's pains when the match was over. I've had simple cramps before too, but nothing that ever forced me to double over while I was walking. Then only time I had experienced such pain was when I gave birth to Keith. And if it hadn't had been for Randy, I wouldn't know what I would have done. But I took Casie's answer for the moment and began our walk back.

Until I heard something that barely cut through the noise of the raging crowd as someone walked to the ring. A heart-wrenching, blood-curdling scream. My body tensed and I forced myself to turn on the spot. Casie had fallen to her knees, clutching her stomach with her face scrunched in pain. Her eyes were closed tightly, and I could see her trying to refrain from calling out in pain. I rushed her side, falling to the ground next to her. "Casie, please, tell me what's wrong?"

She couldn't speak; she opened her lips to try and a strangled scream took its place. My heart was pounding in my ears. I was so scared, because I didn't know what was happening to my best friend. But before I could interrogate her further, her eyes fluttered closed and she fell to the side. I stared at the unconscious body of Casie laying in front of me. I gasped, and stared wide-eyed at her, trying to make sense of this. My gaze traveled her body, wondering if there was something I was missing. My heart stopped beating and I stopped breathing when I saw blood.

It started out barely staining her wrestling shorts, but then soon it was covering most of her upper thighs. It was my turn to scream. I still didn't know what was going on, but I knew that bleeding excessively was never a good sign. Her blood puddled in a growing circle around her. Enough to soak my knee caps, and my hands and I tried to get closer to her. I looked frantically up and down the hallway, searching for anyone.

"HELP! Somebody!" I screamed up and down the hall. I heard nothing. I cursed silently, knowing my cry's for help were being drowned out by Randy's entrance music. "I need some help!"

So, here is the next chapter! I finally got to Edge's trade. It took me long enough! And please don't be made at me for the ending!

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