Disclaimer: The usual. You met the kid, you decided to read on, and now, to quote RKO from later in the story, "Shit gets real and escalates quickly." You'll also meet Randy's son, Peyton in here. We didn't add his bio. We will in the next chapter, up top, so you can meet him too. Sorry if this reads disjointedly because you might think we expect you to know who Peyton is: We don't. But Peyton is the anti-Mikayla, if that helps.

"Well, let's get this over with already."

by Mikayla DiBiase on Mon Jul 08, 2013 6:07 am

Grandpa was the one that brought her here and she's only given monosyllabic answers to his questions. She's not happy about this. Sure, she knew she'd pushed Grandma's buttons. That tends to happen when there are two women..okay, females, since she's not *quite* a woman yet at 11 years old...under the same roof. It's not Mikayla's fault that there's an overload of males to the female ratio. It's not her fault that Grandma's not exactly experienced when a preteen girl can sass back, cattily. It's what girls do.

Especially when Daddy's not around to hear it. She hadn't banked on Grandpa backing Grandma so quickly, though, and more or less whisking her out of there within thirty-six hours of what happened. Daddy had been called, and she'd spoken to him on the phone. Well, maybe going home this weekend isn't a good idea after all, not after how pissed off he sounded. So she was given options: Uncle Ted or Uncle Brett.

She had picked Uncle Brett first, but he had an out of town wedding he had to go to. "But I can go as his date!" she'd said, to which Grandpa couldn't hide the chuckle, but no, it was Uncle Ted. (Although Daddy had said that if it was a problem for his brothers, send her home now. Nope...not quite yet. Same way Gram needs to cool off, so do you.)

Now, don't get her wrong. She loves Uncle Ted. Hasn't seen him since Christmas, doesn't really give him a hard time. Loves Grandpa dearly, which is why he wasn't the target of Mikayla's mouth. It's all part of her grand scheme to make Daddy cave to her wish to let her be home by herself, supervise herself, during his work hours. And who knows, maybe she'll sway Uncle Ted into backing her up on this.

But she knew that with Uncle Ted, less so with Uncle Brett, there were rules. Ugh. Now, she and Daddy had more or less made the rules as they went. They really were good together, yet another reason she just wants to go home. And Grandpa said that Uncle Ted's none too pleased at what Mikayla said to Gram..."because that is his mother...she's also my wife, young lady. You don't talk to her like that."

Ugh.

Grandpa had given his name at the front desk and they'd gotten a room card to let themselves into UncleTed's hotel room. That's where they'd wait. Mikayla ended up falling asleep there, and by the time she woke up, Grandpa had gone. Uncle Ted was there now, and she stifled a yawn, shook the sleep out of her head as well as shaking her head now knowing that they'd better get this out of the way.

"Well, let's get this over with already..what are the rules," she asked, deadpan. No, this wasn't Christmas, with the leap, hug and kiss. She knows he's annoyed. Well, so is she!

Re: "Well, let's get this over with already."

by Randy Orton on Mon Jul 08, 2013 3:02 pm

Randy and Peyton had caught a glimpse of Senior and Mike's daughter in the lobby, but the DiBiases were at the elevator banks, talking to each other and not looking in the Ortons' way, and unless Randy ran to catch up, it was too late.

Randy's known Mikayla for years, she and Peyton had actually had a couple of playdates when they were like, 8 and 6, when Randy had visited with Senior and Melanie and the girl had been there. Hadn't seen her in eons but still considered himself "knowing" her. He hadn't known that she'd be by, so was telling Peyton that maybe he'd have his old playmate around for a little bit.

Room service dinner had been ordered and hours had passed while Peyton and Randy relaxed, and he figured enough time had been given to settle in down the hall. Randy's got no idea that Senior was just dropping her here; figured maybe they'd be staying an overnight of for a show or something. So, it's with no knowledge that the little girl on the other side of the door is just waking up and basically telling Ted how it's gonna be. He and Peyton were clueless as to the reasons she's been delivered here, so of course, Randy's totally expecting to get green-lighted by Ted to take her for a couple hours so she and Peyton could get reacquainted.

"Maybe she's a gamer now. If she is, you two can play on the Xbox in our room," he said, as they waited for their door knocking to be acknowledged.

Re: "Well, let's get this over with already."

by Mikayla DiBiase on Tue Jul 09, 2013 11:54 pm

"Somebody's at the door. I'll get it!" she volunteered rather quickly. It didn't appear that her approach of the verbal ripping of the Band Aid off (it was always a win with Uncle Brett and like a 30/70% with Daddy..30% of the time, Daddy gave in) was going all too well, because she swore that Uncle Ted may have changed colors in his face.

And that's not good. Grandma did that, and next thing, Mikayla was exiled out here. Uncle Ted being quiet is usually when he's thoughtful, or mad. So here's hoping that it's thoughtfulness.

And let's implement manners, since we shouldn't leave people knocking on the door being ignored, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?

Re: "Well, let's get this over with already."

by Ted DiBiase Yesterday at 4:08 am

She's a brat.

That's all he took from all of this. And not even a manageable brat, or a brat he could bully. It came from being the youngest, and virtually getting your way. He knew it. He had seen it with his own brother, Brett, when they were younger. Thing is, he could always just make Brett cry, and tell him of the error of his ways later. Older brothers had that privilege, and it was one Ted abused when necessary.

As an uncle, you couldn't exactly sit on people's backs and apply chinlocks till the point of tears anymore. Had to be a bit more diligent. And in turn, a bit more stern. Being nice to little Mikayla wasn't going to work, she had already proved that much, and it was okay with him. He was a hellraiser of his own, more than she could ever be. The reason she got away with anything now? Because Mike, Ted, and Brett collectively wore down the rest of the family for the next generation. But this one?

"No, you sit your ass down. I'm getting it."

He answered the door himself, and saw the Ortons. Gave them the usual nod, and explained his...situation at the moment. "Got my niece here, and we just need to have a talk. I'll text you when we're done. Not exactly sure how this is gonna go." He said. He would try to make it quick, but if they decided to stick around, they might just hear someone in a very compromising position.

He marched over to her, "Look, little girl. I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you don't run shit. You hear me? I ain't Senior, I sure as hell ain't your grandmother. You get smart with me, I'm bustin' your ass, plain and simple. Try me."

He let that sink in before he continued. Gave it a few moments. "You're going to be with someone at all times, unless directed otherwise. You're not going to have a curfew, because you're not going out. You talk shit on your little facebook or twitter page, and I'll be sure to upload a video of you getting spanked for your friends and my fans to see. You go where I tell you to go, and you stay with who I tell you to stay with."

Since she got him going all militant at the moment, he hadn't given her names yet. If she earned that trust, and made a friend of a diva or something, he might let her go with another adult. -Might-. This one has proven herself a little feisty, and it nothing he can't fix. "Don't want to make this hard, but you setting yourself up for failure."

All those jokes he made about Peyton giving Randy hell one day, they all manifested into this one. He just knew it. But he'll be damned if he was overrun by a kid. "Any questions? And ask now, because you ain't getting no warnings. They ain't hard rules to remember."

by Mikayla DiBiase Yesterday at 4:29 am

She stepped way out of the way when Uncle Ted went to get the door. That gave her a few minutes to regroup. She was told to sit down, but did so on top of the couch, where your head's supposed to go. Her legs dangled down to the cushions and she watched him with a patented Very Bored Expression™ as he answered the door. His body blocked her from seeing who was there, otherwise she'd have waved. She'd remember Peyton. It's not like she'd had many boy playmates at home over the years...Daddy had seen to that.

She folded her arms after the door was closed and company dismissed, and her facial expression changed to one she's used on both Gram and Uncle Brett: Not Impressed In The Least™. Now, this is NOT one she's used on Daddy for the last four years and we needn't mention why, because it's not your business.

Had she sat on the couch where your butt's supposed to go, she wouldn't have the height advantage she's got right now. While she's not close to looking him in the eye, she does have a very clear view of where his collarbone is. Good enough. At least she's not looking like a girl small for her age (which she is) on a stupid, normal couch cushion.

But when he said how she's going to be with someone at all times...Ugh. Now it was like he was channeling Daddy. Uncle Ted had always been nice, yet firm. Were her *exact* words to Gram told toUncle Ted by Grandpa? Couldn't be. Grandpa's a Christian and he wouldn't have repeated her verbatim, right?

This had to come from somewhere. Curfew? Again, that was something Daddy they said was for the future. "13" was the magic number for staying at home, but "curfew" and "boyfriends" were to be at "Sweet Sixteen". Yeah, okay. That's why she'd already had her first kiss on the bus by Ryan Traeger on the school bus three weeks before school ended. Granted, it had been on her cheek, but a kiss is a kiss is a kiss. But 'bustin' her ass'?! No, no no no no.

"You wouldn't dare. We don't hit in this family." She tried those words out for size. Well, Grandpa, Grandma and Uncle Brett never laid a finger on her. Uncle Ted may have thrown a pop her way once in a blue moon but never the magnitude of what he's threatening. She occasionally talks her way out of a spanking at home. So as far as she's concerned, this is all hot air. "Plus, Daddy doesn't let me upload videos of me, and he sure as shit ain't gonna let you post somethin' like that neither!"

Yes, her full drawl was in force, the snottiness giving way to sheer denial and disbelief. The language was something that just slipped in there, something that would've had her chomping on a bar of soap at home a few short years ago but Daddy's eased up since then and doesn't say a whole heck of a lot of the less harsh occasional cuss word slips out. She didn't even realize it had slipped, so you know it's one she uses pretty routinely when with her friends back home. Friends she could be having sleepovers with if she was home.

"Now you look here. *YOU* need to be on *MY* side. You don't want me here, so just tell Daddy you think I'm old enough to mind myself while he's workin'. Then we both win. See? It's that easy. Then you ain't have to worry about me."

She was a little nervous but not about to show it, because while his looks favor Uncle Brett more than they do Daddy, right now, he's looking wayyyyyyyyy too much like Daddy for her comfort levels.