Chapter 19
"You feel better?" Randy asked softly, his tone hesitant.
"Man, don't meet her eyes and just back away slowly."
"Let's just get this over with." Layne muttered, flashing a smile down at her daughter, who cracked one back in response. She didn't talk to anyone else, paying attention to her daughter's game, trying to her mind off of the massacre that was going to happen in that ring. When it was time to go, Layne stood up and walked out with Randy, her blue eyes iced over just like his. "Don't." She held her hand up when Randy went to talk to her, shaking her head. "I know what's going to happen out there, let's just do it."
They arrived at gorilla position and heard Randy's music sound, walking with him through the curtain, not looking at Mark and Paul who had been waiting for them. She put on a bright smile and felt Randy take her hand, twirling her around once before they walked down the ramp way slowly. Randy stepped in the ring while she stayed in his corner on the outside.
Randy had to be in character, but at the same time, he was more than annoyed with the way she was treating him. What did she want him to do? Ask for an appeal? It just didn't work like that. Well, if he had wanted to pay the fine Stephanie had offered...No, he'd take the match. His eyes moved to the waiting Mark and Paul, already knowing Paul had nothing but evil intentions in mind.
"Stay clear of the ring." He ordered softly.
Layne nodded, staring into his eyes worriedly and took a deep breath as Mark made his way down the ring and then Paul, narrowing her eyes at them. She couldn't believe this was going to happen and paced back and forth on the outside, running her hands against the apron. This was all Stephanie's fault and the most Layne thought about it, the angrier she became.
'Fucking stupid bitch!' Her mind shouted and cringed when the match began, Mark squaring off against Randy first, her heart pounding in her chest. "Come on Randy!" She called, clapping her hands, keeping her eyes on him.
To his credit, Mark didn't go all out on Randy, which Randy appreciated. He had anticipated a royal ass whooping and a repeat of the flying fists from earlier in the day. While he did get the fists, they weren't as painful as the ones from earlier; Mark wasn't throwing hard jabs this time. Paul watched with narrowed eyes, eagerly waiting for his turn, there wasn't going to be anything soft or fake about HIS moves.
Layne noticed that Mark wasn't hurting Randy and sighed with inner relief, chewing her bottom lip hesitantly. Maybe she'd been wrong...Randy did hit Mark first after all. Layne was confused and looked over at Paul, who had a look of deadly intentions on his mind. Mark wasn't letting Paul in the ring, that was another thing Layne noticed and kept walking back and forth, pounding the mat. She really hoped this ended soon; knowing tonight wouldn't be the night for her and Randy, sighing heavily.
'Please end this, Mark.' She thought, eyes pleading and looked up at the ramp way, begging for Cody and Ted to come down to help Randy.
Mark had every intention of finishing this or at least until Paul made a blind tag. Inwardly snarling, he retreated to the ring apron, knowing this was all up to the kid now. If he didn't want to get his ass kicked, he had best learn to really fight instead of selling moves. Randy decided he wasn't MAKING anything look painful, it would BE painful.
Seeing the icy gaze come over Randy's eyes caused Layne to smile, her eyes sparkling as she pounded the mat, seeing Randy was fighting back. He began kicking Paul repeatedly in the stomach, forcing him in the corner, the viciousness coming out in him. Her blood was on fire as she watched him, loving the dark look come over his face and pounded the mat harder. When he busted Paul's nose and the blood began trickling from his nostrils, Layne was grinning from ear to ear, seeing Mark wasn't moving a muscle, an inch to help the Game.
Mark, however, couldn't ignore it when Paul began bleeding from the mouth. Either he had cut his tongue or the inside of his cheek or those vicious kicks of Randy's had caused internal bleeding. Just to be on the safe side, he had to get involved. As soon as 'Taker had stepped through the ropes, Cody and Ted came running out.
They were breaking script just like Paul and Mark had; a smirk on her lips as she clapped her hands, seeing Randy was ramming his foot into Paul's chest while Cody and Ted took care of Mark. She gaped when Shane McMahon came running down the ramp way and the fight was on, eyes widening. All hell was breaking loose! When she felt a tap on her shoulder, Layne turned around and got smacked across the face by Stephanie McMahon, stumbling back holding her cheek. Layne reciprocated and kicked her right in the face with a spinning heel, knocking her out and flat out of her back.
"BITCH!"
Not good, not good. Cody and Ted were both screwed at the moment, 'Taker having gotten them each by the throat. Randy seen Shane was sliding outside the ring and approaching Layne, who had apparently taken out Stephanie. When he seen Shane reaching for her, he flew across the ring, vaulting himself over the top rope.
Layne jumped out of the way just in time, her eyes widening as Randy crashed with Shane's body. She looked in time to see Cody and Ted going for a ride, knowing what she had to do. Sliding in the ring, Layne nailed Mark between the legs with her arm, Paul in the corner bloody and half conscious, stumbling back as Cody and Ted were dropped as she slid out of the ring while they pounding on him. Good. She was all for Legacy and looked over at Randy, who was pounding Shane's skull in, not believing how much script breaking they were doing. At least Legacy got the upper hand tonight and the next time Stephanie laid her hands on Layne, she would make sure the bitch didn't get up.
Rolling his eyes, Mark got up after a few minutes, wondering if she was for real. He seen Shane getting his ass handed to him, Paul was probably going to be benched and wondered if ANY of them were for real. He was done. This wasn't professional and he wasn't going to be used as a pawn in anyone's revenge. Ignoring them all, he made his way backstage.
Layne had a temper, she admitted it and honestly didn't care what Mark thought at the moment. She was saving her boys from being choked slammed to hell, bottom line. Layne was more worried about Randy, who looked no worse for wear as he slid back in the ring and delivered an RKO. She clapped with a smile on her face, seeing Shane and Stephanie were laid out and slid in the ring when Randy crooked his finger at her, walking over. They lifted all of their arms in the air, a strong unit and team as Randy's music hit all four of them getting out of the ring and looked back at the carnage with wicked smirks on their faces.
"Of course you realize," Cody said quietly as they headed backstage. "We are all going to be fined to hell and back for this."
"Paul started it."
"Well...Randy did, technically."
"Yeah, I did."
"Stephanie had no right slapping me across the face." Layne stated, seeing all three men nod at her and sighed when Randy stopped her to check her face. It was a big red handprint that stung, but it was nothing compared to the spinning heel kick Layne reciprocated with. "She deserved what she got."
"I'm with Lay on this one. We ran down to the ring because we thought Mark was going to double team Randy."
"I told you we should've waited."
"And let Randy's brains get smashed in? I don't think so."
"Thank you both for coming down when you did."
Randy kept quiet, realizing Mark was approaching and squared his shoulders, facing him dead on. "If Stephanie doesn't let it go, I'll have a meeting with Vince and Linda." Mark said quietly. "This is getting out of hand and very unprofessional."
"I know, I know, it's-"
"Partly your fault for not walking away from Stephanie and a lot of her fault for being the world's biggest bitch."
"I only kicked her because she slapped me." She quietly said and felt Mark's hand plant on her shoulder almost comfortingly, letting her know everything was fine.
"Come on Lay, let's go." Ted said, his hand planting on the small of her back, leading her away along with Cody.
"I hope Reed didn't watch..."
Layne groaned, burying her head in her hands, swallowing hard. How the hell was she supposed to explain this to her daughter? Not to mention a bruise was already forming on her cheek.
"I didn't let her watch." Beth said with a smile, winking when Cody nodded gratefully, then frowned, blocking Layne's path. "Why don't we go to wardrobe?" She suggested softly. "They can do wonders in covering that and probably send you home with some goodies to keep it covered."
"You are the best, Beth." Cody said in a whisper.
Layne nodded with a tearful smile, allowing Beth to guide her out of the room, knowing Randy and Mark were still talking.
"Sit."
"We have just the thing to cover it up, sweetie."
"I don't want my daughter seeing this." She whispered as Tiffany began working her magic, Janet getting Layne's clothes she came here with so she could change out of the dress.
"Don't worry sweetie, we have some salve that will make it disappear."
"I have some of that..."
"Actually no you don't, you used it on Randy. I found the empty jar." Cody said, walking up, concerned about his sister.
"Codes, you left Reed with Teddy Bear?"
"Yeah, they're gaming."
Beth smiled at Cody, winking when he blushed. He was so shy and cute. It was adorable. "Mr. Coddles-"
"HOW do you know about that?" Cody demanded, now a crimson color.
"Who on earth do you think came up with it?"
"Layne...Help..." Cody shook his head, burying his face in his hands.
"Nope, you're on your own Garrett."
Cody's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. "Layne!"
"Yes, Gar-" She smirked when Cody put his hand over her mouth, stopping her from calling him that again while Beth, Janet and Tiffany were laughing their asses off. She looked over at Randy and Mark, who were walking up to them, and she pushed Cody away from her as she leaned back against the seat.
"Okay you're all done."
"Thanks Tiff, I owe you one for this." Layne said and hugged her before taking the jar of salve, nodding when she said to apply it before bed and went to change out of her dress and back into her Legacy tank top and jeans.
Randy wondered if she was ignoring him or just being flighty. Sighing, he looked up at Mark, arching an eyebrow when the older man just shook his head and shrugged.
"I don't understand women either, son, after all these years." Mark stated, knowing what Randy was thinking.
"He just knows how to please them." Tiffany said sweetly.
Mark growled.
Layne wasn't being flighty, she just didn't know what to say or do with Randy right now. Her number one priority was going to see her daughter, not to mention she exhausted her cheek felt numb. She walked out a few minutes later, handing the dress over to Janet and smiled. "I guess you were right about the color..." She admitted sheepishly.
"Honey, you need to learn how to put more faith in people." Janet replied with a smile of her own, patting her shoulder. "We know what looks good."
"You'll get it eventually."
Layne nodded and turned to face Randy, Reed's words going through her mind. "Ready to go?" When he nodded and pulled her into his side, Layne leaned against him and let him guide her down the hallway.
"Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, turn around. Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, touch the ground." Reed was singing, giggling as Ted did everything he was supposed too.
Ted was ONLY doing this to keep her mind off of her absent mother, groaning when she started the next round.
"You alright?" Randy asked softly.
"Yeah, not the first time I got slapped." Layne replied dryly, sighing when Randy pulled her into an empty dressing room and closed the door behind them. She knew he wanted to know what her and Reed talked about earlier and, honestly, how the hell was she supposed to go about telling him that Reed wanted a father? That Reed wanted them to get married and everything? "Reed just had some questions about us and wanted to know why Mark was being ridiculous. I told her and she understands now." She wasn't looking at him and turned to slowly walk around the room, wrapping her arms around herself. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, nothing a hot shower and some sleep won't fix." Randy said, wondering what those questions had been and decided he would ask her about them later on when they were at the hotel, knowing now wasn't the time or the place for it. "Are you going to be alright? Doing this job?" He asked after a moment, knowing things had gotten a lot more personal then she had ever bargained for.
"Yes I'm fine, Randy." Layne felt him pull her into his arms, their eyes locking together, and moaned when his lips descended on hers, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. He was so hot in that ring, so vicious and strong; the power turned her on more than words could say. Their heads moved from side to side as Randy lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist and pressed her back against the wall, gripping his shoulders. "Randy...I don't think I can wait..." She breathed when he pulled away, his lips moving down her neck, not caring if he was sweaty, it just turned her on more.
Considering all they had been doing was waiting, Randy was fairly certain he was going to explode in his tights right then and there. The lingering adrenaline from the match, their 'foreplay' earlier, the bath from the night before...all of it had been building up inside of him, ready to burst. "God, I want you." He whispered against her skin, sucking on the crook of her neck.
Her hand slid up his muscular back to his hair, her fingers gripping it as she pressed herself more against him. Layne gasped when his hand slid down to drag his heel up and down her jean covered crotch, her gasps turning into moans of need and desire. "I need you, Randy." It wasn't just a want anymore, it was a need. A major need, one that wouldn't just go away. This man was making her melt, her blood hot along with her loins, feeling her panties soaking and kissed her again. "Not here." She whispered, running her nails down his bare chest and back up to his hair, not able to get enough of him. "Randy..."
Not here, oh she was out to kill him. A slow, painful death that would wind up with all his blood congregating to one area, leaving the rest of him drained and not in the way he was looking forward too. All he could do was manage a nod, reluctantly stepping away from her, letting her body slide down his, a groan escaping him.
