A/N: Thank you for the amazing reviews over the past couple of chapters. We're past the halfway mark in the story and its beginning to wind down down. Not that that will mean there will be know drama. There's always drama, however, I just mean that there are only between 5 and 10 chapters left to this, depending on how everything goes. Keep reading. Thanks XxX

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CHAPTER NINETEEN

I flipped the pages of the script over, my eyes darting over the text and information on the page. I checked for the changes that were to be made, smiling as I saw them and knowing my locker room door would be almost kicked in within a few moments.

I fiddled with the polestyrine cup filled with coffee in my hand, turning it around and around as I sat and stared at myself in the mirror. I was just about ready to go out to the ring, my hair and make-up having been done and I'd dressed in something smart; a pair of tight black skinny jeans, a gold cami which reached to just above my belly button and a pair of 3 inch black peeptoe pumps. I'd accessorized with gold chain bangles on both my wrists and a gold chain belt around my waist.

I crushed the empty cup in my hand, dropping it into the bin with a sigh and stood up, pushing the chair in at the dressing table. I was beginning to head to the door when there was a heavy thump on the door. I stood frozen in the middle of the room, not sure whether to answer or not.

"I know you're in there" came Randy's voice "Please open the door Noah" he spoke, his voice sounded tired and a little husky. I sighed, my hand reaching out shakily towards the doorhandle, spinning it around and pulling the door open a little.

I poked my head around the side, looking up to meet his lethal grey/blue eyes. I flipped my hair a little, nodding at him as I rubbed my lips "What can I do for you Randy?" I asked, trying to make it seem like there was nothing wrong with the situation.

He rolled his neck back, repeating the words I'd spoken so low I almost missed them. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and I looked over him, dressed in his ring attire with his grey 'Root of Evil' shirt.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean Noah?" he all but snapped at me "You know why I'm here" he thrust the script out towards me, some of the pages falling to the ground from the force he'd used "You asked Vince to get me to punt you in the skull? Why? Why the hell would you do something like that? What is going on with you?" he was seething, his eyes getting darker with each word spoken.

"Randy...please...just stop shouting at me. I don't need this right now..."

"You don't need this?" he laughed, a low rumble in his chest "You don't need this? If anyone doesn't need this right now, its me. I've got so much to deal with right now, so much stress with the storylines and the break-up of 'Legacy' and Sam being here, and now you dump this bullshit on me...."

"Just shut up okay!! I don't care what's on your plate. I've got things to deal with and I need a break. Look, I gave up the Diva's championship for this. You know I was set to take that on Sunday night Randy. I gave it up so I could take a break and let you and Sam get back on track. My being here is only interfering with everything. I need some time to think. I need to figure out what I want...."

"You want to be here. I know you. And what do you mean, Sam and I getting back on track? Sam and I are....."

"Falling apart because of what I did. Look, I don't like her, that much you now. Heck, everyone knows it, she does too. And what else is plain to see is that no matter what I say or do, you've already chosen her Randy...."

"I haven't chosen anybody Noah. There's no choice to make" he stammered out, cutting me off.

"Yes there is! And you've made it. You've chosen her and in doing that, our relationship...friendship rather, has gone off the rails. Don't tell me you can't see that? And I can't make you change your mind. Its made up. There's nothing I can do. So this was the only way to make things right. Let's face reality Randy. What happened in the gym...it wasn't supposed to happen. It shouldn't have happened. I want to be here Randy. I need to be here, but I also need you in my life. And right now, there is no both. Its one or the other. And stupidly enough I chose you. Which is why, the script is what it is. Now, I've got to get to the ring. I don't want to discuss this anymore. I'll see you out there" he backed up as I came out of the room and shut the door. I smiled at him, nodded once and then began to walk away down the hall towards the gorilla.


I waited by the gorilla, watching the show going to commercial. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Randy walking up behind me. He'd removed his shirt and was slicked up with his baby oil. I nodded at him and he spared me a glance before one of the techie's let us know it was almost time for our entrance. This was the first time I'd entered the ring to 'Voices' by 'Rev Theory' and I didn't really have one planned out.

"You ready?" Randy muttered from my side. I nodded and reached for his hand, squeezing it my own before dropping it and moving towards the curtain. His music blared through the arena and I felt him pass by me, stepping out on the stage. I followed closely behind him. His walk was quicker tonight as he approached the ring where Kofi stood, waiting on him. I walked behind him, patting his back before he entered the ring and walking around to take a seat at commentary.

I smiled at Jerry and Michael, gretting them both as I sat down.

"Its nice to see you out here again Noah" Jerry raved "We've not see much of you at ringside, you always seem to be in the ring".

"Well, its where I'm supposed to be. I don't see the point in sitting ringside all the time. It would then take away the special treat I get whenever I join you boys here once in a while. It wouldn't be the same if you saw me all the time" I glanced at the ring where Randy and Kofi were being spoken to by the referee.

I stared up at Randy as he looked at me sitting in the chair. I crossed my legs and spun from side to side, fidgeting with the wire on my headset a little.

"....I'm sure you're feeling a little out of place. Being the only girl to ever be associated with Legacy and all..." 'King' was talking to me. I turned to him, my eyes narrowing slightly and I spoke clearly through the mic so he would understand.

"I'm not feeling out of place at all Jerry. And neither am I associated with the stable of Legacy. I am a member. Simple. No other definition".

"Yes, of course. It wasn't meant as an insult Noah" Michael corrected for him. I nodded, bringing a small grin to my lips.

"So how are you feeling about Wrestlemania approaching? Obviously, this being your first trip to the biggest PPV of the year? Is it daunting for you?"

"Not at all. I mean, everyone says, you haven't made it in this business until you go to Wrestlemania. I hope its true. Its not daunting for me, its more exciting. I've had a pretty good year and as of next week, I'll be the new Diva's champion, so going to my first Wrestlemania with a title around my waist will make it indescribable".

"I see you are confident in the fact that you'll beat resident sweetheart Mickie James next week then?" Jerry asked. I turned my eyes to the match and watched Randy and Kofi, mulling my answer over.

"I'm a fair fighter. Mickie will be the toughest opponent I've ever had in the business but it won't stop me from beating the hell out of her and taking what is rightfully mine".

"Folks, if you've just joined us, we're joined my Legacy member Noah at ringside as she watches her leader Randy Orton in a ruthless fight against none other than Kofi Kingston".

"Speaking of which, do you consider Randy Orton, your leader?". I nodded

"Yes. In every way possible" I answered simply. As I concentrated on the match, I sub-consciously listened to the commentary that Michael Cole and Jerry Lawler were making on the match. I rubbed my hands over my eyes, sitting forward in my chair as Kofi hit the 'SOS'. I shook my head as he went for the pin and jumped back in happiness as Randy kicked out at two.

My heart was thumping against my chest as the match continued.

"That as a close one for Randy. Lets keep watching and see if he comes out on top or will Kofi come out the victor" Michael Cole commented. I hissed through my teeth at the idea that Randy would lose this match.

"So, are both Randy and Ted Dibiase prepared as they go into the Elimination Chamber this Sunday?". I turned to see both Cole and 'King' looking at me.

"Absolutely. I mean, yeah there's tension, there always will be. But we're closer than that. One match won't tear 'Legacy' apart. Nothing will" I gritted my teeth "Randy's going to come out on top of that match. He's going in there and he'll come out with the WWE Championship" I spoke, watching Kofi go for 'Trouble in Paradise. My jaw opened as Randy countered and hit him with an 'RKO'.

I wiggled in my seat, nearly jumping off of it, as he rolled over and pinned Kofi, the referee making the three count.

"If anything, I can assure you of that. I'll make sure of it" I smiled, taking off my headset and dropping it on the chair before running up the steps and getting into the ring. Randy was just climbing to his feet and I stood behind him, before grabbing his hand and raising it in victory. I looked up at him as he stared down at me, his chest heaving from the exertion during the match, his skin glistening with a mixture of oil and sweat, his eyes heavy lidded and his lips pressed in a fine line.

I was anxious to know what he was thinking. I wanted to be in his head so badly, but he kept his thoughts to himself. I dropped his arm and he used his other hand to hold the back of his head slightly in pain. I headed for the ropes, stepping through them and walking down the steps as he followed me. On the way up the ramp, he swung his arm around my shoulders, his right hand, cupping my shoulder tightly, pulling me towards him as he led me backstage.


He cracked his neck as we stepped through the curtain and began to head towards our respective locker rooms.

"Are you ready for Sunday night?" he asked, his arm still around me, the sweat and baby oil making his skin slightly sticky against the cooler skin of my shoulders.

I nodded "I hope so. I just hope everything goes to plan. And besides, I'll be back soon. You'll see, it'll fly by in no time".

He gave a simple grunt in answer to my question as we approached my locker room. I stopped by the door, wrapping my palm around the handle loosely. I felt Randy's arm drop from my shoulders slowly and I turned to see him standing almost despondently behind me. I took a deep breath and let it out.

"Thanks Randy, for everything. You've been...."

"You're speaking as if this is the end of something. You and I both know you'll be back, like you said. And we'll talk on the phone. I'm not willing to let you walk out of my life, despite what you may think. It'll be a cold day in hell before I lose you again Princess" he muttered, touching my shoulder gently, the contrast between his touch and voice obvious, before walking away down the corridor.

I watched his retreating back, wishing I could run after him and just tell him the truth, tell him how much I loved him and how I wish I'd never left him and....just let everything out, get the weight off my shoulders.

I opened my locker room and stepped inside, turning around and jumping back in fright, letting out a huge gasp.

"Fucking hell, Ted. Don't do that ever again, you scared the shit out of me".

"I think we need to talk" he replied, simply, holding up the script.

"Yeah about that...."

END OF CHAPTER

A/N2: There we go, another chapter. Not completely happy with it, let me know what you think XxX