A/N: Thanks to Ainat for her review, it means a lot! Now I'm sorry if this chapter seems rushed. I will try and keep my chapters at a reasonable length. Anyway, enjoy :)
Also I know J.R doesn't commentate anymore, but let's just pretend his still is :D
After my encounter with Randy, that was all I could think about. I had only managed to sneak away from him. I was mentally slapping myself for not being here during the draft. Then again, I didn't know many people on Smackdown! Once I finished lacing my boots, Stagehand knocked on the locker room door. They popped their head around the door, into the semi-full divas locker room. RAW had officially started and it was the end of a Hunter/Sheamus promo. Mental Note: Ask Sheamus if that's his real skin color. "Christy, you're match is next." The stagehand confirmed. I nodded and took my foot off the bench. I looked in Melina's direct, who was fighting with Jillian over her eyeliner. I rolled my eyes and forced a smile. I missed those girls. "Well, I'm going out for my match." I announced as I made my way over to Melina and Jillian. The two girls stop arguing and turned to me. "Good Luck." They both said while Melina gave me a hug. I walked out of the locker room and began to make my way over to the gorilla. I began finishing stretching. As I was stretching my legs, someone came up behind me, tapping me on the back. I turned around to see Chris standing their smirking at me. "Hi Chris." I said as I continued stretching. "Hey Christy; just here to wish you luck." I turned to Chris and gave him a hug. "Aw, thanks Chris." I said with a warm smile. "I heard about what happened between you and Eve." He couldn't even keep a straight face. Before I knew it he was chuckling. I punched him in the arm and he just grinned like a Cheshire cat. "I should've known you'd get in a fight with her. It didn't take you long." I rolled my eyes. "Chris, I'm not that predicable." I defended. He looked at me, raising his brows. "What?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I am not." Chris rolled his eyes before walking off. I was offended. I am not that short tempered, was I? It's not like I was like a Diva (No pun intended) I only got steamed at people like Eve freaking Torres. Even the thought of that fake bitch made me want to punch a wall. How I was going to co-exist with her was beyond my knowledge. Before I knew it Beth's music hit and she turned to me, smiling in my direction. I returned the smile and she disappeared behind the curtain.
I took a deep breath in and began to mentally prepare myself. Before I knew it, stagehand called me to the curtain. I knew it was now or never. Once my theme began blaring through the speakers, the arena fell silent. Once I stepped through the curtain, the fans erupted into cheers. I grinned as I stepped onto the stage. I looked up at my old titantron playing for the fans. "And her opponent, from Temecula, California, making her return to WWE," The familiar voice of Lillian Garcia announced. "Christy Hemme!" I smiled before performing my entrance, slapping the hands of the unsuspecting, speechless fans; nobody thought they'd see the day Christy Hemme returned to the WWE ring.
"It's Christy Hemme! Look J.R, its Christy Hemme!" King exclaimed as the Red-Head stepped through the ropes with a big grin on her face. "I can see that King." J.R replied. "Wow. Never thought we'd see Christy Hemme back here on RAW." J.R stated. "But Oh Boy am I glad. Thank you Mr. McMahon." King chirped in.
(A/N: Third Person View.)
Christy looked down at a very shocked and excited King and blew him a kiss, which made him blush. Christy smiled before turning her attention to the Glamazon. Beth was in character. He was smirking at the red-head. Both Divas moved into the middle of the ring, awaiting the bell. Ding, Ding, Ding. Christy moves in towards Beth, sending her boot to Beth's mid. Christy places Beth into a standing side headlock, applying pressure. Beth begins to get momentum, sending three elbows into Christy's stomach to break the hold. Once Christy does, Beth Irish whips Christy into the ropes, and sends her to the mat with a powerful clothesline. Christy is grounded as Beth grips Christy's hair and pulled her to her feet and suplexing her. Christy crawls towards to the ropes, using them to support her as she gets to her feet. After Beth gloats, she comes charging at Christy, but Christy pulled the top rope down and sends Beth flying out of the ring. Christy rolls out of the ring and grabs Beth's hair and sends her flying into the barrier. Christy Irish whips a dis-orientated Glamazon towards the apron. Beth's back connects with the side of the ring apron. Christy makes her way over to Beth and lifts her onto the side of the ring and rolls her under the ropes. Christy slides into the ring and attempts a pin of Beth. Beth kicks out at two. Christy grips Beth's head in a bulldog position and sends her head into the mat. Once Beth is finally to her feet again, Christy sends Beth to the mat again with a perfect drop kick. Christy pulls Beth towards the right turnbuckle and climbs to the top. Christy has the momentum on her side, the fans ready for the FFG. Lifting her left leg high into the air, Christy jumps off the turnbuckle and hits Beth with a perfect FFG. Christy raises her hand in the air as the ref counts the pin. Christy gets the three count; getting off Beth and to her feet, the ref raises Christy's arm in victory. A big grin forming on Christy's face as she makes her way over to the turnbuckle, raising both her arms as the crowd gets on their feet for the diva.
(A/N: Now it's Christy's POV.)
As I made my way backstage, I saw Melina and Mickie charging at me with big grins on their faces. I smiled at them as they hugged me. "Oh my gosh, Christy! You were awesome. We had no idea you had that in you." I laughed at them. "Hm, I don't know whether to be offended or not." I joked. We began walking to catering, my arms over each of their shoulders. There was never a dull moment around these two. "Being in that ring was so amazing. I have felt like that in ages." I explained, remember the moment the referee counted the pin. "That was such a great match." Melina said. "I definitely wouldn't forget that match. Getting that pin was like when I wrestled Trish Stratus at Wrestlemania. It was unbelievable!"I exclaimed. "Who knows, you could possibly be in-line for Divas Champ." Mickie said with a grin on her face. "Maybe." I said as we sat down with Adam and Jason, aka Christian. Jason looked up at me, his eyes widening when he saw me. "Christy?" he asked, slightly shocked. We've always been close. Especially when we were both in TNA. "No. It's Chris Jericho in drag." I teased as he stood up and hugged me. I hugged him back and we both sat down. "Wow. Why didn't you tell me!" He asked surprised. "I don't know to be honest. I'm surprised you didn't hear it from the Gossip Queens over here." I stated motioning Mickie and Melina. He laughed and nodded his head. A few minutes of talking about upcoming tours and Megan Fox, that something else caught my attention. I looked up to see none other than Eve Torres walking into catering with Kelly Kelly. I rolled my eyes. The sight of her was making my blood boil. "Oh no." Melina and Mickie said in unison. "What?" Adam asked, following the trios gaze. "Ohh." He said in realization. "What's going on?" Jason asked. "Christy gave Eve a 'piece of her mind' when she arrived." Jason nodded, "Oh." He said in realization. I narrowed my eyes at them. "Really? Do you all think I'm just a bitchy time-bomb or something?" I asked, very offended. "No, we just know you very well Christy." Adam said. "What's that suppose to mean?" I asked. "That we know you won't put up with fake, stuck-up bitches like Eve Torres." Mickie chirped in. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever." A few moments later, Eve and Kelly made their way over to us. I had nothing against Kelly, she seems like a very nice girl. Just from what I heard, she wasn't the sharpest crayon in the crayon box.
"Well, well. If it isn't Christy Hemme." Eve spat my name motioning me to Kelly. I ignored her, which only made her more frustrated. "Christy! You do not ignore me." She shouted. I looked up at her from the Maxim magazine I was reading slowly. "You barked- I mean called?" I smiled sweetly at her. "Listen here, you Diva Search has been. Just because you bet Beth Phoenix, Won the 2004 Diva Search and dated Randy Orton doesn't mean you're Queen of the fucking world." He snapped. I laughed momentarily before standing up, looking at her dead in the eyes. "I never said I was 'Queen of the world', now did I. Being a has-been is better than a wannabe. Everybody knows you're just trying to be all tough. Torres, it's not fooling anybody. You walk around here like you own the place. You won the diva search, big fucking whoop. I've done that already. Let's see, what else have I done? Hm," I put on hand on my chin before continuing, "Competed against Trish Stratus for the WWE Womans Championship at Wrestlemania, wrestled in more matches that you could wrap that small brain of yours around and have won more matches than you've been in. So, why don't you go run off and find a WWE official to blow and fuck the hell off!" Before I could continue, Eve leaped at me. Scratching and clawing at me. I flipped her over and began hitting and scratching her. Before I could beat the crap out of her, strong muscular hands pulled me off of her. I tried to get out of their grasp and kick her ass. "Calm down." The voice told me. I knew that voice. I ignored him and kept kicking, hitting Eve as she tried to get up. "Christy! Calm down!" He ordered me. For some reason I obeyed him and stopped fighting to get out of his grasp. He pulled me out of catering and into the hall. He pinned me up against the wall so I wouldn't go after her again.
"What do you think you're doing?" I said as I tried to push him off, but he was too strong. "Helping you keep your job! What were you thinking?" he asked as he looked right into my eyes. "Giving that bitch a piece of my mind." I said, looking to the side of him. I couldn't look him in the eyes. I saw Chris Masters dragging a pissed Eve out of catering and I smirked to myself. "Christy." He let out a frustrated sigh, before running his fingers through his hair. "Why do you even care Randy? Am I not as valuable to Vince as little Miss Diva Search 2007 is?" I shouted. "Christy, Vince would hesitate to fire either of you. Nearly the whole locker room saw the fight!" I folded my arms and muttered. "Like I care." I paused for a moment and looked into Randy's eyes. "Why do you care?" I snapped. "Because I care about you! Don't you see that?" I rolled my eyes. "What you don't believe it?" He asked. I shook my head. "No, I don't." I stated bluntly. "If you cared about me, you wouldn't have fucked your ex-girlfriend." I spat. I could see his face turning red with anger; I could see him clenching his jaw. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a bitch to hunt down." I announced, pushing Randy off of me. To my surprised he didn't push me back against the wall. Instead he grabbed my wrist and spun me around, pressing his lips against mine. He cupped my face with his hand as he deepened the kiss. I placed hands on both sides of his face. The kiss became more passionate and intense.
"Christy fucking Hemme!" I heard two very familiar voices exclaimed. I pulled away from Randy to see Melina and Mickie standing there with their arms folded. "What's going on here?" Melina asked sternly. I exchanged glanced between Randy and the girls. I shrugged at Melina and pushed Randy off me. "Nothing." I said as innocently as possible. "It sure didn't look like nothing." Mickie said. "Look I've got to go. Goodbye Melina and Mickie." I turned to Randy. "Bye Randy." I said softly as I made my way down the hall. I could hear Melina and Mickie arguing but I was too distant to hear it. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I had given in to him, just like I did five years ago, even after he broke my heart. I didn't know how, but I had to make sure I kept well away from him.
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