A/N: I think I haven't been on here in over a year? Ouch. The real world has been beaconing to me as of late and I just haven't had time to write, nor have I been inspired to. However, I decided to pick the pen back up and wanted to 'revamp' this story per se. I have a whole new idea of where it's headed so I redid chapter ten! I hope you like it, I happen to like this one much better then the old one. I'm going to try and update more frequently, let's hope it works out for me. R&R please. :)

Chapter Ten: My Own Worst Enemy

"Have you heard from Raleigh lately?" Chris asked an increasingly tired Jeff, the car ride wasn't going to be as long as usual, which was satisfying to the pair. Jeff however, still had his mind on sleeping the whole way, he didn't believe in taking turns driving.

"No," he said as his eyes fluttered a bit. "I still don't see why we didn't take a plane like we always do… it's much easier for me to sleep."

"I thought I've told you a million times?" Chris let out an exasperated sigh, sick of saying the same thing over and over again, he felt like a broken record. "We aren't that far from the next city so we're driving, get over it."

Jeff opened his eyes just to roll them, shutting them again tightly again after. He made a talking motion with his hand, whispering 'blah, blah, blah' as Chris lectured him.

"Anyway, what do you think Rawls has been-" Chris stopped himself mid-sentence whenever his cell phone vibrated in his pocket, he swiftly pulled it out and opened it with a smile radiating even in his voice. "Hey Raleigh," he held the phone closely to his ear so he could hear over the obnoxious radio station Jeff had chosen earlier.

"Hey Chris!" He smiled warmly hearing her voice for the first time in awhile. "I have great news."

"Is this particular news the reason why we haven't heard from you in two weeks? The reason why you dropped off the face of the planet?" Raleigh could hear a little bit of disdain in his voice but knew it would change once he heard her news.

"Well I was trying to get myself together and train extra heard because of the thing I wanted to tell you about."

"Alright, shoot." He focused on the road, watching all the little yellow lines fly by.

"I'm getting a title shot with the Randy storyline!" She shouted excitedly, almost bursting his poor ear drum. Chris knew that she'd always wanted a title shot but never knew she was actually pursuing it as of late.

"That's great!" he shouted, accidentally nudging Jeff in the process. Jeff immediately shot up, rubbing the spot where Chris' bony elbow jammed into it.

"What the hell?" The rainbow haired warrior's anger had taken him over momentarily. Chris shot him a dirty look, then went back to a bright smile which confused him. "What's going on?" He tried whispering to the blonde.

"Shhh," Chris hushed him quickly, "I'll tell you later." He waved Jeff off with his hand, continuing with his other conversation, "Seriously Raleigh, that's great. Do you have any idea who your opponent will be? Judging that the title will probably change hands by the time your match rolls around." Jeff's eyes lit up as he eavesdropped on the phone call.

"Come on, tell me!" His voice was well above a whisper at this point the thrill overtaking him, he was practically begging. He bounced up and down in his seat excitedly like a four year old going for ice cream.

"No, I wish I at least had some idea so I could do some preparing." Although Raleigh was excited for her title match she was also extremely nervous, never having a chance at the title before in her entire career.

Chris pushed the door to Raleigh's hotel room open when he found it already cracked open for him. He knocked lightly with his knuckles a few times before it was fully ajar.

"Raleigh?" He stared at the person sitting on the bed and shook his head with complete disappointment. "Wow Rawls, you've changed. New hair, new face, not to mention you've lost some nice attributes in the chest area and gained some not so nice ones in the lower region." Chris gave Randy a skeptical look. "Hmm, I don't recall Vince saying that you two needed to share a hotel room. Quite the opposite of what he said actually."

"Yeah, you're right." Randy kept his focus on the tv, still ignoring Chris' presence in the room besides talking to him. "Besides, I'm just visiting."

"Where's Raleigh?" Chris investigated the room with his eyes only to find no trace of her.

"In the shower," Randy still hadn't broken his eye contact with Jersey Shore as the images ran across the screen.

"I'm surprised you're not in there with her." Chris mumbled inaudibly. The past two weeks Raleigh didn't drop a line to either Chris or Jeff and neither could figure out why. Whenever she told them about the title match they chalked it up to that. That was until Chris found out that Randy and Raleigh were spending a lot more time with each other then they had been letting on. By this point, the blonde was pretty sure the match wasn't the reason she'd ditched her two best friends.

"What?" Randy finally looked at him.

"I said how long ago did she get in?" He quickly lied.

"I don't know, would you like me to go find out?" Randy's bad attitude annoyed Chris, but he kept his mouth shut.

Raleigh soon emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped tightly around her body, her messy, wet, brown hair clinging to her shoulders. Droplets of water slid down her arms, splattering against the slick floor tiles.

"What?" Raleigh asked, noticing that neither man had said a word since she opened the door.

"Nothing," the pair replied defensively, hastily turning their heads so they weren't facing her anymore.

"Okayyy," she found their behavior strange but ignored it, opening the drawer to grab out the first shirt her hand laid on. She took the other necessities before bumping it shut with her hip. "I'll be out in sec, I gotta get dressed." Raleigh waved the clothes around as she walked back into the bathroom.

The second the door clicked shut both Randy and Chris exchanged dirty looks, staring each other down.

"What was that about?" Chris' eyes were unwavering as he waited for the Legend Killer's answer.

"What? I didn't do anything," he sat up with the accusations being made about him. "What about you? You did the same thing as me," Randy pointed out nonchalantly.

"Did not!" Chris rebutted childishly.

"Did too."

"Did not!"

"Did too."

"DID NOT!" Chris tapped his foot impatiently. "Oh I get it, you like her, don't you?"

"You're insane," Randy replied cynically, going back to watching the boring commercials that he'd already seen countless times. He glanced back at Chris who was still giving him a cold stare. "Stop giving me that look, you're wrong."

"Are you sure about that?"

"You know what, maybe you like her." He countered with a devious smile.

"Pshh," Chris' eye line shifted towards the ceiling. Randy could sense the denial in his attitude, but Chris could sense it in Randy's as well. Both being men they could feel the tension in the room rising, the dominate male complex involuntarily taking them both over. Testosterone was flooding the room with every breathe they both took. Raleigh was Chris' best friend and he felt like he needed to protect her, no matter what. Whereas Randy was now somewhat of a "boyfriend" figure in her life, he personally felt that it entitled him to be more important then everyone else.

"How many times do we have to go over the 'friend' thing? Oh, I'm sorry. Did I confuse you? Used too many big words, I must have lost you in the shuffle."

"Yeah… friends… right." Randy scowled.

"God, you're a complete ass." Chris leaned against the wall, letting his body relax. "I don't know how anyone puts up with you."

"Raleigh seems to get along with me very well." Randy smirked to himself, knowing the comment would bother his new found enemy.

"How about you shut the hell up, assclown?" He commented casually, when Randy didn't speak again he took it as a victory. Chris popped out of his day-dreaming fog whenever Raleigh re-exited the bathroom, wearing light gray sweatpants and none other then the bastards shirt. Chris' mouth dropped open suddenly, almost like he'd lost all feeling in it. He was shocked that she was parading around in one of his shirts.

"What are you wearing?"

"Clothes," Raleigh looked down at her shirt and sighed quietly. "Oh it's just a shirt." She rolled her eyes wondering why her best friend was making such a big deal about the situation. "It was in my drawer, why not put it to use?"

"My concern is more about how his shirt got in your possession." He shook his head and held in a sigh he desperately wanted to let out, but knew would start a fight. "Besides, isn't that the shirt of someone who you 'supposedly' hate?"

"It doesn't matter, a shirt is a shirt. Why don't we get on with what you came here for?"

"Oh goodie, I get to watch too?" Randy clapped his hands together sarcastically, striking the wrong nerve of Raleigh.

"Don't start, he's here to tell me who I'm possibly going against for my match."

"You asked him, and not me?" Randy felt a tinge of hurt, but definitely did not show it.

"Well, he's the one that's been following Vince around to hear the ideas him and the creative team have been throwing around. He would obviously know more." She said, matter-of-factly. It was the truth after all.

"So, here's what I'm thinking-"

"That's wrong." Randy got off the bed, staring down the blonde and brunette.

"I haven't even said anything yet." Chris protested.

"So? I know it's going to be wrong, everything you say and do is wrong." The childish tone taking over his voice confused Raleigh. We're talking about my potential match partner, not screwing right in front of him, what's he so worked up about? Raleigh felt like someone was hiding something, or they both were.

"Why are you acting so immature?" She stepped in front of him, her eyes a little sad, she couldn't help but be vexed by his sudden mood change towards her.

"It doesn't matter, because I'm out." He didn't bother to look at anyone as he left, he kept his face forward and didn't dare turn back around, the sad look in Raleigh's eyes already tugged at his heart strings, he couldn't look at them again. While he treaded down the hallway, steam practically poured out of his ears, anyone that even looked his way could tell he was pissed. He made the internal decision that he would go to the gym, exercising always helped him relieve stress. For some people it was smoking, others drinking, working out was his vice. As he finally approached the only elevator on the entire floor, someone else was already occupying it.

Cody Rhodes.

This could be fun, Randy thought to himself.

"Ah, young Cody. How are you today?"

Cody rolled his eyes, he knew Randy wasn't really being nice, he was just trying to irritate him. Sadly, it was already working.

"Shitty," he stared at the elevator doors, eagerly awaiting their reopening. In his head he prayed that the damn thing would move faster, or someone else would get on at another floor.

"Good, good. How's Raleigh?" Randy lifted one eyebrow slowly, waiting for Cody's patience to wear thin. Randy wondered how much it hurt him that his girlfriend barely talked to him anymore, she was too busy with his sworn enemy, not that Cody knew that. Since Randy and Raleigh decided to have a 'secret relationship' no one knew about the two. The problem was, she was still dating Cody.

"I wouldn't know, she hasn't been acting the same around me lately, thanks to you of course and our fight." Cody folded his arms across his chest, the usual sign of one of three things: frustration, intimidation, or anxiety. Randy was hoping for all three. The elevator made a 'ping' sound as it arrived on Cody's floor.

Finally, he let out a low sigh.

"I'll be sure to tell Raleigh hi for you," Randy let a devilish smile quickly grow on his face, getting one last jab in. Cody's face was perplexed, as he stood in front of the shut elevator doors. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He questioned himself, he was starting to grow very suspicious of his girlfriend and Randy's "friendship" and he did not like the idea that was forming in his head.

Cody was truly becoming his own worst enemy.