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Randy, Cody, Sheamus and Ted all watched the screen eagerly as Michelle tried her best to put on a smile for the fans. Randy winced softly as the camera zoomed up on Michelle and he could see her sad eyes. It was heart-breaking. Michelle McCool was breaking right in front of the whole world. Randy suddenly felt uncomfortable, but he kept his eyes on the television.
The match however was not what either of them planned. Michelle prided herself on being tough, but a very technical wrestler at the same time. But there were no holds used in this match whatsoever.
As soon as the bell rang, Michelle hit Rosa with a hard boot, almost knocking her teeth right down her throat. But if that wasn't bad enough, Michelle began brawling on Rosa, throwing hard punches here and there. It didn't end there though. Michelle sent a bunch of heavy knees into Rosas mid-section before pulling her up roughly by the hair and sending her head slash shoulder first into the ring-post. Rosa screamed loudly in pain.
"Aw, did that hurt? Didn't you like that? Suck it up, Princess!" Michelle shouted into the younger woman's face as the pulled her back into the ring and began brawling. Soon, though Michelle got bored and hit her with a faithbreaker for the three count. Even then it didn't end. Michelle had an intense star locked on Rosa before going towards the commentators and getting a steel chair. Randy turned to Cody.
Cody shook his head. "Michelle has lost it. She doesn't know what she is doing. She needs to stop before she seriously injures Rosa." Cody stated as he looked straight at the Television, unable to tear his eyes away from the monitor. As Cody finished his sentence, the blonde began to hit Rosa over and over with the steel chair, showing no mercy for the younger girl. "This isn't her." Cody exclaimed as he motioned the television. "I knew she shouldn't have gone out there. She's not emotionally stable."
Randy watched as Cody paced around the room. Randy admired how worried Cody was about Michelle – of course, he knew there nothing romantic there, simply close friends. Randy thought it really was sweet that Cody cared about Michelle. Randy moved his gaze back to the television. Even the Viper himself couldn't help but cringe as Michelle hit a vicious faithbreaker on Rosa into the steel chair.
"Look, I like Michelle and all," Sheamus explained as he looked at Cody, pursing his lips for a moment. "But if I have to be perfectly honest here fella', this isn't the first time the lass' has been like –" Sheamus paused as he hesitantly tried to think of the right words in hopes of not hitting an nerves. "well, this!" He continued as he pointed to the screen. Michelle was now running her fingers through her hair, as a blank, emotionless stare locked on the innocent Rosa once again.
"If you can't handle heat, Rosa, then get out of the kitchen!" Michelle screamed at the younger women. The camera man was close enough that Michelle's words were heard perfectly to the viewers. "Welcome to the real wrestling world, little girl." Michelle hissed as she gave a hard slap against Rosas face before rolling out of the ring. All that was placed on the screen after a few shots of Rosa's motionless body as Michelle stalked up the ramp with a cold, scowl on her face.
Cody sighed and turned to Sheamus. "Look Sheamus, with all due respect, you don't know Michelle, okay! The old Michelle as she likes to call it was going through a lot and no one was there for her, so she had no choice but to act out in a violent demeanour. You wouldn't understand." Cody snapped at Sheamus. It was obvious Sheamus' words hit a hard nerve for Cody and Randy couldn't help but sigh – he understood exactly what Cody meant. After all, he had been there once before; though, he sweared never to return to the monster he once was.
Michelle's eyes were locked on the ground as she pasted the curtain. Michelle was on fire. She wanted to destroy everything and everyone in her path. She didn't deserve what happened to her. Michelle felt tears forming in her eyes and instead of giving into them; she tried her best to hold them back.
"Michelle!" The voices of Cody Rhodes and Tiffany were heard as they hurried towards the blonde. Michelle didn't move an inch. She just kept her vision on the floor and dropped her emotionless body onto a crate. "Michelle, what was that?" Tiffany was the first to speak, exclaiming in a horrid tone.
Michelle didn't speak, in fact she didn't even move. She couldn't bare it anymore. She felt dead inside. It was like déjà-vu again. How could someone who 'loved' her, betray her like that? Michelle felt sick to her stomach as the scene replayed itself in her head. Over and over.
Stagehand brought Michelle a bottle of water and she didn't hesitate in snatching it away roughly without even a mumble in return. Tiffany tried to sooth Michelle, but Michelle just pushed her away. "Please – just leave me alone." Michelle said in a cold tone as her long blonde locks fell over her face. Tiffany opened her mouth and glanced over to Cody, who was just as unsure as the New Orleans native.
"Okay. If you need me, you know where to reach me." Tiffany said as she rubbed Michelle back comfortably before stepping back. With one last glance, Tiffany walked away. Cody on the other hand couldn't seem to move his feet. Michelle may not have stated that she needed anyone, but she did. The Georgia native sighed before standing in front of his blonde friend, waiting for her to look up. Eventually, she did.
"Cody, please leave. I just need some alone time." Michelle whispered softly as Cody stared down into her sat eyes. Reluctantly, the younger man nodded. He placed a soft kiss on her temple before he hesitantly walked away. Once Cody was out of sight, Michelle, for the first time in such a long time, the blonde gave into her tears.
As a replay of the events that had just taken place in the ring, Randy couldn't help but think about what was going through Michelle's head. Almost as soon as the replay was over, Cody made his way back to the group. Randy was the first to speak up.
"So how is Michelle?" Randy asked hesitantly clearing his throat with a subtle cough as he rubbed the back of his neck. Randy never really paid all the much attention to the divas division, mainly because they never received the recognition that they deserved but for some reason Randy couldn't tear his eyes away from the divas match that took place just a few moments before-hand.
Cody released a heavy sigh. "I honestly don't know. She won't talk to me, she won't talk to Tiffany, she won't even thank the stagehand for giving her a bottle of water. She just snatched it and mumbled something to him in a cold tone. That's not like her! She usually has great manners." The younger man shook his head slightly and rubbed his chin. "You know what. I care about Michelle, I really do, but she's not my responsibility. I know that makes me sound like a jerk, but Michelle's made it clear that she doesn't need nor want anyone's help. Which I guess is fine. She'll come find me when she's ready."
Randy couldn't help but place a questionable look on his face at Cody's words. Randy frowned for a moment. So Cody had given up on Michelle? That wasn't like the younger man at all. Pushing himself up, Randy walked out of the room, which didn't go unnoticed by the three men. They called his name, but he just ignored them. If Cody wasn't going to be there for the younger woman, then Randy would be. Or, at least he'd try.
It didn't take Randy long to find Michelle. She was still placed on one of the crates, head down and her long locks covering her face. Randy couldn't help but feel sorry for the woman. Cautiously, aware of the blondes temper, Randy perched himself next to her. Michelle instantly noticed his presence.
"Go. Away." She hissed in a sharp tone not faltering her position. When the person – who was unknown to Michelle – didn't move, Michelle spoke again. "What part of 'go away' don't you understand?" The blonde coldly responded as she snapped her head into Randy's direction. She paused, paralysed by Randy's presence. She certainly wasn't expecting to see him seated next to her. Michelle's features softened for a moment before Michelle realized that the viper was no difference to anyone else and her face moulded itself into a sharp scowl again. "Are you having trouble hearing, Orton? Piss off."
Randy chuckled at her reaction. She was a feisty one – not that it was such a huge a surprise to Randy. Although he will admit, he expected her to react a little differently when she noticed him. "Nice to meet you too, Michelle." Randy spoke in an amused tone, sarcasm reeking from it. Truth was, Michelle and Randy met ever-so briefly when Randy was talking to Mark one day at a Pay Per View.
Michelle narrowed her eyes. "Quit the sarcasm Orton, I'm clearly not in the mood." Michelle knew she was being rude, but it was more than obvious that she was having a rough day. She had just caught her husband cheating red-handed. Even then she couldn't even catch a break less than 30 minutes after.
"I get the hostility and all Michelle, but it's obviously not doing you any good. I'm sure you've noticed Rosa being carried backstage and to the trainers. Surely that affects you in some kind of way? Or are you really that heartless that beating up a poor girl doesn't even bring the slightest bit of guilt?"
Michelle scoffed. "Do you hear yourself?" Michelle questioned with an amused smirk as she jerked her head to face the older man. "She's a grown woman, for Christ sakes! This is wrestling. Beating each other up is what we do! Sorry, call me old-school if you like, but she knew what she was getting into when signed up for this. If she can't handle it, then it's not my problem! Maybe her and the rest of these bimbos should just go back to modelling!" Michelle snapped, almost hissing as she referred to the other divas.
Randy remained calm, even though Michelle's sharp words were slightly intimidating. "That's not what I meant, and you know that. We were all rookies once, Michelle. I think that you're letting your emotions get the better of you. I can see it. You're bottling it all up and it's not doing any good. It's eating you inside." Randy tried his best to get through to the blonde, but she didn't seem to want anything to do with the third-generation wrestler or his advice.
"You don't know jack-shit, Orton. So stop acting like you know what I'm going through because you clearly have no idea." Michelle responded dryly, glaring at the superstar.
Randy placed his hands in front of his frame and nodded. "You're right Michelle; I don't know exactly what you're going through. I do however know how you're feeling, that must count for something, right? I know what it's like to not be in control of your feelings. I've been there too Michelle and like you, I bottled it all up. Did that help? Of course not. I was like a walking bulldozer! I wanted to destroy anything and everything that got in my path." Randy told the blonde, causing her to laughing ever-so softly at his final comments. Randy couldn't help but smile too.
"But the fact of the matter is that you need to let all these feelings out. Trust me, letting all these feelings and emotions out to somebody will help. We may not be best friends, or even friends for that matter, but I'd be happy to be that person. As I've mentioned, I've been there too. And having someone who understands, really does take the load off."
Michelle rubbed her temples and wiped her tears that began to form again. She turned right away from Randy. She couldn't bare him seeing her cry. The blonde sniffed and spoke softly. "Look, I'm fine alright. I'm a strong person. I don't need nor want your pity, so please just take it elsewhere." Her voice broke and it was a dead giveaway that she was falling apart. Michelle stood up and walked away.
Randy stood up and was about to follow the blonde, but she scurried away too quickly. Randy sighed. She'd come around eventually, he was sure of it.