A/N: So guys, thank you for amazing reviews. I am so glad you liked the last chapter, wasn't easy for me to write. I don't think those kind of chapters are ever easy to write. This story is coming to an end and will be completed within the next few chapters. Enjoy XxX

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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Sitting in Randy's locker room, the TV was pulled up in front of a few chairs that I had set out to sit on. Leaning forward, I felt the back of my top ride up my back making me shiver. I'd dressed smartly for this evening, knowing the surprise that was in store for the fans.

I'd worn a pair of skin-tight indigo blue jeans with gold studs adorned on them, a beige loose crop top; the hem reaching to just above my navel, showing off a blue glinting jewel. The top had a black and white striped heart on it. One shoulder of it dropped low and hung off of my shoulder with a polka dotted white ribbon just above the heart. On my feet I had a pair of nude multi strap peep-toe 5 1/2 heels with a snake-print trim to them.

Katie had added clip-in extensions to my hair and pulled it back into a intricate twisted up-do with a large quiff on the top.

Accessorising with a pair of drop earrings in nude and black animal print, a large silver cuff bracelet and a plastic rose shaped off white ring on my left middle finger, I was set to go for appearing at RAW, even if it was only just backstage.


It was Monday Night RAW, one night after Wrestlemania XXVI. The night Shawn had lost his match and retired in front of one of the biggest turnouts ever. The night after Randy had won his match against Cody and Ted. The night after Paul had beat Sheamus. The biggest night of the year, which I had missed because I was out on injury.

Sighing, I watched the show from the locker room, smiling as I heard the door open behind me and Randy come in humming a song under his breath. He cleared his throat and I turned to see him standing there in his ring gear. He put his hands on his hips and tilted his head at me. I blinked at him, pulling my lower lip into my mouth and sucking on it a little.

"Did you want something Randy?" I asked innocently. He shook his head at me and I stood from the seat and sauntered towards him effortlessly despite the height of the heels I had on "Mmmm...good luck for your match tonight. I'll be watching" I half whispered half mewled out from the back of my throat staring up into his eyes.

His hands curled around my hips, thumbs stroking the bare skin there and pulled me to him, my thighs, stomach and chest crushing against him. I smiled, my eyes almost reaching his lips due to the boost in my height from the heels. Tracing his lips with my eyes, I licked my lips before pushing myself onto my tip toes, breathing out lightly across his lips. Darting my tongue out, I traced his soft pink lips gently before he claimed my mouth with his own. He'd foregone the soft, sweet kisses and was devouring my mouth with hard, incessant ones, biting at my lips in order to gain more access. My back came up against the wall, the bench hitting the back of my knees as Randy pushed me back, his arms supporting most of my weight from around my waist.

Sighing into the kiss, I easily parted my lips for him, letting him invade my mouth with his tongue as the fire of lust in my belly bubbled over, mewls dropping from my lips and being easily swallowed by Randy's mouth.

"Stt...stop!" I pushed against his shoulders, my breath coming in pants "Not now. You've got a match Randy. You need to go and I'm not having sex with you in here. You can wait till later" I lifted a hand and wiped his lips, taking the remains of my lipgloss from there and licking it off my own thumb, the sweet taste of cherry lingering on my tongue.

He nodded against me, his head dropping down onto my shoulder before he muttered "Wanna give a guy some help with his oil?" I started to laugh before agreeing


SHAWN'S POV

The end of an era, Paul was right when he said that earlier.

Sitting in my locker room, I twiddled my ivory cowboy hat in my hands, twirling it between my fingers. With a sigh, I stood up, knowing the show was already most of the way through the main event match and my speech would be next.

The door opened and I looked up, hoping to see a familiar head of brown hair but when Paul popped his head around the door, I let out the breath I was holding and looked back down at my hat.

"I can see how much you wanted to see me huh?" he laughed as he closed the door behind him "Its cool man, you know she's got a lot to deal with. I guess ya really hurt her when you didn't tell her".

"Yeah, I think I did. I just wanted to talk to her. She's made sure to keep her distance, even Orton keeps tellin' me she's not in the locker room when I go there. I know he's just respectin' her wishes and that but still, ya think she'd at least say goodbye to me man".

"I'm sure she will. She'll get up the guts at some point before you leave Shawn".

"I'm not so sure about that" I grasped the hat in my hand before putting it on, pulling my ponytail down from underneath it so it would feel more comfortable "How's your head?" I asked Paul, after seeing Sheamus' attack on him.

"Its nothin' man. But I'm gonna get that little bastard. I think I might get him drunk and then make him do somethin' stupid". I laughed at the thought of that, knowing that Paul and Stephen were really good friends anyway, considering how much Stephen really did look up to Paul and his achievements within the company.

"Yeah well, no time like the present. C'mon, walk me to the gorilla".

"Yeah, man, lets go" he threw his arm around my shoulder and I left my locker room to go on air for the last time ever.


Standing in the ring gave me such a rush. There wasn't a better feeling that hearing all those people in the crowd chant your name and shout how much they love you just because they do. There was no other reason than just sheer admiration and love and knowing I've been apart of something so big for such an amazing career was the biggest rush of all time.

I gave my farewell speech to the crowd and tried as hard as I could to hold back the tears, thinking about how much I'd miss them but also thinking about my rift with Noah and how stupid I was not to tell her. I thought I was doing the best by her, keeping her from the pain but in the end causing her more pain than I could imagine.

Stepping out from under the ropes, I walked back up the ramp, slapping hands with the fans and thanking them for a wonderful career and for supporting me throughout everything I'd ever done.

Turning at the top of the ramp, I waved to them, blowing a few kisses at the crowd. I jumped suddenly when I felt an arm around my shoulders and turned to see Paul standing behind me. Wrapping my hands around his arm, he smiled and we both waved at the crowd, clapping to the cheers of the audience.

Then the lights dimmed to a point where I could hardly see what was going on. On guard from years of experience, I look around me but couldn't see anything. I could hear faint drum beats getting louder and louder before guitars joined as well. Red, white and black flashing lights followed next before everything stopped and the lights came back on.

I turned to Paul who mouthed "Hold on a minute". Confused, I nodded and then a flash of navy blue and beige caught my eye and I turned to see Noah walking out onto the stage. She smiled at me and waved to the crowd who started to shout, mixtures of boos and cheers.

Making her way towards me, she threw herself into my arms, hugging me tightly.

"I'm sorry Shawn" she whispered in my ear as I gave in and held her tightly much to the approval of the fans who were now going wild with cheers. I couldn't believe she'd come out here to say goodbye to me in front of everyone "I'm gonna miss you so much" she pulled back "You've had an amazing career". I nodded, a few tears slipping down my cheek before wrapping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her back into a hug. Her arms went around my waist as she pressed her cheek to my shirt. Paul came over to us shrugging his shoulders, mouthing "It was a surprise, man". He put his arms around his both and we all hugged on stage before waving to the fans and walking back through the curtain.


2 MONTHS LATER

"Welcome back to Monday Night RAW. This night has already been filled with so much action. With Maryse keeping her Diva's Championship last night at Over The Limit she's set to go into a triple threat match tonight with the title on the line once more. But who will her opponents be?"

"I know King. And we'll have more on Randy Orton's suspected injury to his arm which he suffered last night. With him being put through to the fatal four way match at the next PPV due to Batista's totally unexpected and shocking resignment, we'll find out if he's 100 percent ready to go into that match".

"What I'm just wondering about is Mr McMahon's reaction to Bret 'The Hitman' Hart being hired as the new GM to Monday Night RAW?"

"Well I'm sure we'll find it out in good time. Next up we've got United States Champion R-Truth VS Chris Jericho".


NOAH'S POV

Sitting on the bench, I pulled the satiny black knee-high boot with inbuilt kneepad up and secured it tightly around my thigh. Making sure both boots were even, I stood up and checked myself in the mirror. Dressed in black hotpants covered in black tassles, a deep purple halterneck top with a diamond shaped cutout in the middle of the bust. The top reached to just above my naval, showing off a new purple body bar. My hair was back to its normal length, styled similar to a bob around my shoulders.

There was a knock on the door and I turned away from the mirror and walked to the door, opening it wide to see Randy there.

"You ready? You sure you want to do this?" he asked, concern on his face.

"I should be asking you the same thing Randy. Your shoulder isn't 100 percent and you know it. I don't see why you would have agreed to it. I know that Adam won't hurt you but what if the door hits the wrong place on your arm? What happens if it gets damaged even worse?"

"I'll be fine Noah. I'm just concerned about you" he sighed as I stepped out of the locker room. I left the door open for him so he could film his promo as I headed to the gorilla.

"Don't be concerned about me baby" I insisted with an air of confidence "I've got this down. I always do" before I walked away, angry that he was fobbing off my concern for him. He called my name but I just waved my hand at him indicating I didn't want to come back and talk about it and continued on my way to the gorilla.


NO ONE'S POV

"Well, we'll get our answer as to who Maryse has to face as that match is up next" both commentators turned back to their small TV screens awaiting the arrival of the Diva's for the next match.

'Pourquoi?' by 'Jim Johnston' poured out through the speakers of the arena as Maryse appeared on the stage, dressed in a purple and gold sequined outfit, the title securely around her waist. Walking down the ramp, she snubbed the crowd and made her way to the ring. Stepping in the ring, she awaited her opponents for that night's match.

'She Looks Good' by 'Jim Johnston' followed shortly after and Eve Torres shimmied her way onto the stage, holding her hand up to the air as she dipped her head back with a smile. Tapping hands with the fans as she made her way to the ring, she entered the squared circle and faced off against Maryse from the opposite side of the ring.

"I'm curious, who will the third opponent be?" Jerry 'The King' Lawler spoke into his mic, his eyebrows furrowing together in conentration as if he was trying to think about who it could be.

The heavy drum beats of the music began as the crowd died down, listening and watching to see who was coming out.


NOAH'S POV

"And introducing the third participant of this Diva's Championship match. In her first match since returning from injury...NOAH MORGAN!" Justin announced my name through the mic and I took a deep breath, shaking out my limbs before walking onto the stage, bursting out and holding my hands up to air as my music sped up. Running down the ramp, I smiled at the fans, tapping a few hands before sliding into the ring on my knees. Maryse jumped down onto the floor, holding her hand up to me as a sign of dismissal. I sighed, smirking at her and walked over to the turnbuckle, climbing up; going through my ring entrance for the first time in months, running along the ropes and jumping down into the ring with a spin.

Sighing with a smile, I walked about the ring a little, pulling on the ropes, getting used to the feel again. I shook hands with Eve before moving around so I could see both her and Maryse, not taking any chances as the referee announced for the bell to be rang.

I turned to look at Maryse who was pacing outside of the ring. She motioned for us to get on with it and I just shook my head, standing with my hands on my hips. The referee moved to tell her to get in the ring. I moved towards the ropes to taunt her and was startled when I was grabbed from behind and Eve rolled me up. The referee slid to the mat, counting to 1 before I rolled through and tried to pin her. She threw me off at just over a count of 1 and we both fell to the mat, turning to face one another, two identical smirks on our faces. I shook my head a little before getting to my feet quickly as I spotted Maryse getting in the ring.

Making to grab her she ducked outside the ropes and the referee pulled me away from her. Turning, I grabbed Eve and hit her with a couple of punches, knocking her backwards into the ropes. She bounced off them and ran at me but I ducked under her arm, turning around in an instant and grabbing the back of her top, pulling her down to the ground with a slam.

Picking her back up, I lifted her up and slammed her to the mat again. Whipping myself into the ropes, Maryse copied me and grabbed the back of my top and pulled my neck back against the ropes. Falling to the mat, the back of my head throbbing, Maryse crawled into the ring, muttering in French. She laughed manically and sauntered over to Eve, picking her up and whipping her against the ropes. Catching her on the way back she threw her into a Spinning Side Slam Neckbreaker.

Eve tumbled to the floor, rolling over and cluthing her back. Maryse laughed again and crouched over Eve, pulling her into a Camel Clutch, pulling her back up and aggrivating the weak spot that she had been concentrating on.

I rolled onto my stomach, lifting my head and wincing at the throbbing at the back of my head, looking up to see Eve in the Camel Clutch. Listening to her screaming, I stumbled to my feet, throwing a few punches at Maryse and knocking her off balance. Throwing Maryse against the ropes as Eve rolled to the edge of the ring to recover, I wrapped my hands around Maryse's nearest arm, falling backwards and dragging her over my head, flipping her to the mat. I pulled myself to my feet, turning to grab her as she stood up and flipped her into a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Dropping to the mat and going for the pin, she kicked out at a count of two. Sighing, I sat up before getting to my feet and pulling her up by the hair, applying a headlock and putting pressure on the top of her spine and the back of her head and neck.

She pushed me off and threw me against the ropes, catching me across the face with a slap as I came back towards her. Wincing, I shook with anger before grabbing her hair and pulling her to the floor. She tugged at my own hair as we rolled about on the mat, only broken up by Eve elbowing me on the back of the head to break us up. I rolled away, and Eve picked Maryse up and performed a Neckbreaker on her. Eve dragged her underneath the turnbuckle and jumped up on it.

The fans cheered as she got up there. I saw what she was about to do and jumped to my feet, going up behind her and hooking her arm around my shoulder. Lifting her off, I suplexed her to the mat, missing Maryse as she rolled out of the way. Eve rolled over in pain to the edge of the ring and rolled out, dropping to the mat. Standing up gingerly, wincing as I clutched my lower back.

I turned around, getting another slap from Maryse before she hooked up The French Kiss. Fighting against it, I wormed my way out it, catching Maryse around the neck, pulling her back against my back, dropping to my knees and performing an Inverted Headlock Backbreaker smiling inside as I heard the reaction from the crowd, knowing this was one of Randy's signature moves.

Turning around, I rolled Maryse into a sitting position with her back to my front and locked her into my submission move The Web. She held on for a few seconds before tapping as much as she could. I released the move and rolled away from her, listening to the sound of the bell ringing and myself being announced as the winner.

Smiling, I jumped to my feet, taking the proffered belt from the referee. He held my hand up in victory and I sighed, clutching my lower back as I held the title in my other arm. Moving and climbing up the turnuckle, I held it up, much to the cheers from the fans, turning to the camera and mouthing 'This is for you Shawn' pointing at the screen with a huge grin. Jumping down, I repeated this at every turnbuckle before throwing the title over my shoulder, gripping it tightly and leaving the ring, tapping hands with the fans and shaking some of their hands on my way up the ramp.


Heading back to my own locker room, I clutched the title, not putting it down till I was safely inside my locker room. In a way, it seems totally surreal. I knew Vince wanted to give me the push, he's been wanting this for a while back. And I've worked so hard to get here. But to actually have my first title. To be a champion; there isn't a better feeling in the world. Except love, of course.

Jumping in the shower, I quickly washed and got out and dried myself. Putting on my street clothes, which I arrived in, I pulled my hair into an unkempt bun after towel drying the drops of water off it. Picking up my bag with all my things and my title, I threw them both over my shoulder and then left my locker room, venturing towards Randy's.

As I approached, I could hear muffled voices inside the room. Not able to make out what they were saying, I hung back and got a fright when the door was pulled open and the trainer came stumbling out.

"What's the damage? Is he okay?"

"He's okay. But not great. I don't like the way he's holding it. It's not injured but if he keeps going the way he's going, he's going to damage it seriously again. Could put him off the roster for a year at best".

"Okay, thanks. I'll talk to him".

"I think that's a good idea" he patted me on the shoulder and then headed back down the corridor where I'd came from. Sighing, I walked into the room quietly, seeing Randy sitting with his arms hung down over his knees, still in his trunks and t-shirt. His head was hanging low and he was biting his lower lip as if he was thinking.

Dumping my bag on the floor, Randy looked up at the sound of it, taking me in, standing with the Diva's title over my shoulder.

"Looks good" he grunted, and I could see he winced as his shoulder moved. I nodded, putting the belt down on the unit to my left. Walking over, I gingerly took a seat on his lap, favouring his stronger shoulder. He clutched me around my waist, his arm wrapping around me. I pulled his head onto my shoulder, stroking my hand over his sheared head.

"It's gonna be okay" I whispered soothingly to him. He snuggled his face into my shoulder more, placing a small kiss on the bare skin there "C'mon, get changed and we'll go back to the hotel. I'll run you a hot bath and we can get some room service for dinner and then I'll massage your shoulder".

"Mmmmm...sounds good baby" I smiled at the pet name. He stroked my side a little more firmer.

"Let's go then. I'll help you get changed. Promise I won't peek" I stood with a small smirk, winking at him as I helped him up off the bench.

END OF CHAPTER

A/N2: Well there's another chapter. The next one will be the epilogue and then that's the end of this story. I hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I have writing. Thank you so much for all the reviews, you've all made writing this a wonderful experience for my first piece of Wrestling fiction. Thanks again! XxX