The Arrangement
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Chapter 8
Melanie POV
I struggled to keep up with Randy's pace. I thought we were heading back to his dressing room. Nope, a new hell in the form of Stephanie's office. She was seated behind a desk tapping away at a laptop. Hunter and Kane were sitting on a couch across the room. When we came in, all three of them dropped what they were doing and stared at us.
"Thank you Randy, you can go now", Stephanie smiled at him. I turned in shock and saw Randy turning his back on me. He was throwing me to the wolves.
Stephanie cupped her hands under her chin and smiled at me.
"How are you Melanie"?
"Uh, fine", I replied. I was really confused now.
"You'll be happy to know, you and Randy were a total smash. Trending worldwide right now in fact. You did very well, but yet I find myself very disappointed. I thought you were smarter than this Melanie", her tone was condescending. I was nervous.
"What are you talking about"? I said shakily. Part of me wished Randy or Roman were here.
Hunter got up and walked behind me. He raised one hand and stroked it down the back of my shoulder. I resisted the urge to turn round and vomit in his face. He brought his hand round in front of my face and I closed my eyes, stifling a groan.
His hand had traces of yellow and black face paint on it.
"I- I just ran into him, that's all. I haven't"-
"Shut it", Stephanie snapped. "You will sit right there and watch the next match".
Normal POV
The whole locker room was currently watching the next match. A handicap match with five on two wrestlers. The Shield and Rybaxel were facing off against Cody Rhodes and Goldust.
"Oh my god", Brie Bella breathed. "Why are they doing this"?
"This is crazy", Cena agreed rubbing a hand over his face and turning from the screen.
"This is wrong", Daniel Bryan shook his head. He winced as Cody was shell-shocked into the mat and dragged back to the corner where Ambrose was tagged in. "This is a complete beat down, but why"?
"Authority throwing their weight around. It's gotta be", Punk muttered as A.J. leaned into his side. She had always gotten on well with Goldust. This was hard to watch.
"Is this part of the storylines"? She asked softly. No one answered.
Eventually the match was called, and the EMTs attended to the Rhodes brothers. Everyone avoided eye contact as the two beaten and bloody men were escorted to the back and the trainer's room.
In the Office
Melanie covered her mouth with both hands as tears squeezed out of her eyes. Roman had speared Dustin so hard he had spat up blood. She shook with undisguised fear.
"Please stop", she whispered, sobs escaping her. "Please. I'm sorry".
Hunter spoke briefly into an earpiece and the referee called the match. Stephanie flipped off the monitor.
"Do we understand each other now"?
Melanie nodded frantically.
"Good. You can go. Try and behave. But if you don't, well"…
Melanie fled from the room.
Roman's POV
I could not possibly feel any more disgusted with myself. Until I found myself with Melanie. Then I realised the lowest point had an even lower point. She was backstage sitting on a step in tears. Her body was shaking with unrestrained sobs. I crouched down in front of her.
"Melanie"-
"Leave me alone! I don't want to talk to you"!
I reached out to touch her shoulder. She slapped my hand away and stormed off.
Yep, this was definitely the lowest possible point.
Randy's POV
I arranged a lift back to the hotel for Melanie. I still had a promo at the end to do, but she didn't need to be here for that. I found her back in the dressing room. She was sitting on a chair with a tissue wrapped around her fingers, staring at the floor.
"Melanie, the car's outside. Come on".
She stood up numbly and walked towards the door. I grabbed her arm before she passed me.
"Hey, look at me".
She looked up, seething hatred in her eyes.
"I have nothing to say to you. You're just as bad as them".
My grip tightened. "If you hadn't defied them, this wouldn't have happened"!
"Yes it would. You're all sick fucks"!
She tried to pull away but I pulled her back.
"Calm down", I growled. "They do not need to see you like this".
She thumped me in the arm and pulled back. She tripped and fell to the ground crying out, as she gripped her ankle.
"Melanie"- I crouched down to help her. She punched me in the jaw.
"Don't touch me"!
"Randy"? I turned to see Renee Young behind us. "Your segment is up in ten".
I stood and gestured to Melanie. "Get her back to the hotel would you"?
Then I left.
Renee's POV
I do not get paid enough for this. I crouched down and touched Melanie's shoulder.
"Hey, he's gone. Come on, I'm gonna take you back OK"?
She nodded sniffling. I helped her up and slung my arm around her waist. She winced in pain and started limping.
"Are you alright"? I questioned. "Do you need to go to the trainer"?
"No", she said quickly. "I just need to get out of here".
I nodded and led her out to the car.
"Okay, I'll take you back. I'm Renee by the way".
"Melanie".
Melanie's POV
Renee helped me back up to my room and unlocked the door. I settled on the couch and took the shoes off carefully, wincing at the pain in my right ankle. Renee left to go the bathroom and returned with a cold flannel which she pressed against my ankle.
"I'm not used to heels either", she smiled softly.
"Thank you", I said woodenly.
"I saw your brothers before I left. They're alright, a bit sore but they will be fine", she continued softly as she applied pressure to it. I just nodded. I wasn't sure what to say. After a few minutes of awkward silence, her phone started ringing and she looked at it with a frustrated glance.
"I have to go, will you be alright"?
"Fine. Honestly, go", I replied, maybe a little too quickly. She smiled at me and left quickly. I just sighed and leaned back on the couch.
My ankle was throbbing in agony. I pulled a blanket off the back of the sofa and curled up. This was a horrible night.
Normal POV
Randy finished up his promo quickly and then left for the hotel. He bypassed Renee checking on how Melanie had acted before he left. Guilt gnawed at him when Renee said she had hurt her ankle. She promised to drop off some flat shoes for her tomorrow morning before running off to find Dean and Seth to head back to the hotel. He took a deep breath and headed out to the rental.
Back at the hotel, he walked into the suite bracing for flying objects in his direction. ohon
The room was quite quiet. He walked through it and saw Melanie sleeping on the sofa covered by a thin blanket. Her dress was rumpled and cheeks were tearstained. He traced a finger down the side of her face and shook her shoulder gently.
"Melanie, come on. Go to bed".
Her eyes flickered open and she focused on him frostily.
"Not with you".
Randy dropped his arm and fixed her back with a glare.
"Fine, enjoy the couch".
Melanie POV
I didn't sleep well at all. The ache in my ankle kept me up and the sofa was lumpy and cold. I didn't dare walk on my foot. It hurt too much, and I wasn't about to ask him for help. Hell could freeze over first.
The next morning I woke up and my head was thumping and my mouth was dry. I swung my feet down and stood up, only to crumple to the floor in pain crying out. Randy jolted up in the bed swearing.
"Melanie, what the fuck"- he stopped when he saw me on the ground, crying in pain. So much for me saving face.
He got out the bed and crouched down next to me. He touched my ankle and I gasped. The pain was much worse. My foot felt like it was on fire. It was swollen and bruises had appeared around the bone. Randy swallowed and then scooped me back up on the couch.
"You can't walk around on that".
"I um", I bit my lip in embarrassment. "I need to go to the bathroom".
"Oh right. Okay". Randy picked me up again and set me through.
"Can you manage from here"? I nodded. "Okay, shout when you're finished".
He left me alone. I heard him on the phone but I couldn't hear who he was talking to. I could just imagine Stephanie and Hunter getting a good laugh out of this.
I finished quickly and shouted for him. He came back and carried me through to the bedroom, settling me on the bed. He propped my ankle up on two cushions and brushed some hair out my face.
There was a knock on the door and the moment was broken.
Normal Pov
Randy stood to one side as one of the WWE doctors examined Melanie's ankle.
"It's a bad sprain, but it's not broken. Just leave off it for a few days, ice to stop the swelling and I'll provide some painkillers for it and send up a crutch just for a few days. I'm sure it will settle", Chris smiled at Melanie. "No more wearing heels. I'll write you a note".
"Thanks doc", Randy said as he handed over some pill bottles. "Appreciate it".
Chris smiled again and left the suite. Randy poured a glass of water and handed Melanie the bottle. He watched her take two and then left for the bathroom. Melanie heard the bath running and propped up to see what he was doing. He emerged a few minutes later and scooped her up again.
"Hey! Randy, what are you doing"?
"Bath. It'll help".
He set her down on the side of the tub and turned the taps off.
"Can I have some privacy please"?
"Melanie, you don't have anything I haven't seen before. You can't get in the tub yourself".
Why did he have to be right?
Ten awkward minutes later Randy softly deposited her in the tub, the sweet smelling water providing instant relaxation. She moaned softly as the sore ankle was submerged in the hot water.
"Thanks", she said softly.
"Don't mention it", Randy muttered averting his eyes. That moan had gone south. Big Show naked, Big Show naked. As he dried his hands on a towel, turning his back to her. A sharp rumble made him look up.
"Is that your stomach"?
"Uh, yeah. Guess I'm a little hungry".
Randy furrowed his brow in worry. "When did you last eat"?
"Yesterday morning", she replied softly.
"Shit", Randy muttered. "I'm really doing a crap job here".
"You're not my keeper", Melanie shrugged.
"No, I'm your husband", Randy corrected. "I'll get some food sorted".
Stay tuned for Part 9, in which the dynamic changes and Melanie learns some harsh truths about the Authority.
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