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I do own Ry.
Ry was midway through her first singles match against Victoria. It was a tough match for one of her firsts, but she had a feeling that McMahon was putting her through her paces. Trying to see if she could last in the WWE. As a personal challenge Ry swore that she would hold on for as long as she could. Before she had been instructed to lay down and stay for the 3 count. Being told to lose was Ry's secret hate of her new job. Like any girl, she wanted to win. She wanted her hand to be raised at the end of the match. Still, as instructed, she screamed as Victoria "Black Widowed" her and let herself be pinned. She heard the crowd boo and smirked. At least she had won over the crowd, if not the match. From the corner of her eye she saw Victoria head towards the ropes. But she didn't leave the ring. Ry remained on the ground and acted in pain, as she had been told to do. Til a sickening real pain hit her. Victoria had elbow dropped right onto her lower ribs. And she squealed in agony. 'What the Hell is she doing?' Ry thought as she tried to scramble to her feet. This part of the script definitely had not been discussed with her. As she turned to Victoria, Ry was hit hard from behind. She fell flat on her face, her hands grasping the back of her head. As she laid in pain she could feel Victoria and the other Diva pulling her up by the legs. As Ry staggered on the spot she caught a brief glimpse of Beth Phoenix as she was picked up and prepared for a power bomb. All she could think of was how much this was going to hurt and how pissed she was that this was unscripted. She was going to kill McMahon. Thank god that the WWE was stereotypical show. Otherwise, the white knight of Randy Orton (fresh from the drama of breaking up with Phoenix) would not have come to save Ry. He sprinted to the ring, glancing off the mixed boo's and cheers of the crowd. Randy leapt onto the ring ropes and kicked Victoria clean off the top of the turnbuckle. He then jumped at Phoenix, wrapping Ry in his arms and holding her on his chest as they hit the mat. Ry instinctively rolled out the way as Randy scrambled to his feet and speared Phoenix, fiercly into the turnbuckle. Ry pulled herself up on the ropes, still holding onto her head. Everything had happened in a blur after she had been pinned but now, as Randy spitefully stared off Phoenix, it was all clear. This was all part of the script, McMahon just failed to mention the ambush to her. He wanted to see if she would play along. Ry realised that she didn't really play along with anything. What had McMahon expected her to react badly to? Randy eyed her with those ice blue eyes. She remembered dancing with him and the night she had first spent with the WWE superstars. Ry felt weak in his gaze, now. She wished she knew what the script was, because it seemed like Randy was waiting for something. Then he pulled her towards him and, ensuring that Beth was watching, kissed Ry passionately. At first Ry was shocked by the kiss, then she relaxed and realised that it was enjoyable. In fact more than enjoyable, it was amazing. His lips were soft and pressed softly against hers. This was what McMahon had been waiting for. To see if she would pull away or do what every Diva had to do in the WWE, kiss men that they didn't love. Even though Ry knew she didn't love Randy, she felt something for him. He was a nice looking guy after all. As Randy pulled his lips away he gave a gorgeous smirk to Ry and laughed at Phoenix, who looked as if she was about to rip Ry's head off. Ry shuddered at the glare. She wasn't the biggest girl after all and Phoenix could tear her to pieces. In fact that's what Ry expected would happen next week. She could see it now as Randy escorted her from the ring. RY vs BETH PHOENIX aka blood-bath.
Randy escorted her backstage and when she reached the curtain she was swamped by Mickie and Jeff. Jeff was red in the face and he looked extremely pissed off, Mickie just looked scared. After Ry assured them that she was ok, she realised that Randy was gone. She gave a sigh and Mickie gave Jeff a lecture, while Ry was distracted.
Mickie- "You're such a hot head. If you don't get it together, McMahon is going to kill you."
Jeff- "Well, he's got his chance tonight."
Ry- "What?"
Mickie- "Jeff?"
Ry- "You already spoke to McMahon, didn't you?"
Jeff- "Ah"
He ruffled up his hair with a cheeky smile.
Jeff- "My ah match tonight, my opponent got changed, to um Matt."
Mickie- "Your brother!"
Ry- "That's a little extreme isn't it?"
Jeff smiled at her.
Ry- "Wow, McMahon was pissed off huh?"
Jeff- "Yeah, he was. I don't know I think he's just getting sick of me."
Jeff looked kind of sad. Ry felt sorry for him. She knew he was a bit of a hot head, she had seen that the first time she saw him. But he was a nice guy none the less. As he walked away to get ready for his match Ry had to say something.
Ry- "Jeff"
He turned back to her.
Ry- "I could never get sick of you"
He smiled back at her, then the happiness left his face as he turned away again.
How hot is Randy, but how cute is Jeff.
Hope you enjoyed the read.