Quick note: to make it easier to read, from now on I'll be putting Cheyenne's Total Divas' interviews in italics so that you can understand that it isn't a part of her regular dialogue!

Enjoy! :)

The next morning I had to drive up to the arena for a meeting, which I was not looking forward to. We were going to get a briefing on how the company would work towards WrestleMania, especially now that we had the WWE Network.

I was getting too used to all of the surprise meetings that the company had been having lately. The first few times, I dressed up in dresses and heels and actually took time to look presentable. I guess that I thought it would be a good idea to give a lasting impression of professionalism. However, this was probably the eleventh 'surprise' meeting in the year 2014.

And, it's only March.

So, this time I'm wearing exactly what I wore to bed the night before: gray sweatpants and a light blue, plain t-shirt. I pulled my hair up into a tight bun as well, only because I was need of a major haircut.

Once I arrived at the arena, I was surrounded by cameras and fans who wanted autographs, but I was already almost late so I tried my best to politely excuse myself.

"You aren't very good at being famous, are you?"

I looked over at Jon, who had followed me into the building. "Don't sass me, Good. I'm not in the mood for sass."

He held up his hands as if he were surrendering and continued to follow silently behind me as we entered the arena, where the rest of the WWE roster was out in the seats that surrounded the ring. Usually, we'd be in some conference room in the back of the arena, but since this meeting was for the entire company, all of the roster and staff had to find a seat.

The meeting was running late, so it didn't surprise me that when Paul, Stephanie and Vince McMahon came out and entered the ring, smoke was fuming.

"Good morning, ladies and gentleman," Vince greeted.

"I know, this probably doesn't come as a surprise - us calling another meeting," Stephanie began. "But, it's really important for us relay the following messages to you about the new WWE Network."

The crowd was silent, and I was having to try really hard not stand up and say something about the whole Divas Title ordeal.

"As you all know, the WWE Network made it's debut a few weeks ago, and the feedback couldn't have been better," Paul proudly exclaimed. "However, we are running out of ideas for different shows to put out there."

"We've talked it over, and we're open to suggestions." Stephanie looked around at each individual Diva and Superstar, making eye contact with everybody.

Everybody except for me.

"It didn't surprise me that Stephanie didn't look my way. If I were her, I'd be embarrassed," I told the cameras. "I mean, it's one thing to lie and another to use that lie as a ploy to make someone do something they don't want to do.

"Alright, so if you have any ideas, feel free to let us know."

I turned over to Jon, who - not surprisingly - was having a difficult time keeping his head up and his eyes open. I had to cover my mouth with my hand so that no laughter would spill out.

"You look like you're hung-over," I whispered to him.

"Who said I wasn't," he retorted.

I smiled and shook my head. He was always a talker, but then again, he was also a drinker, which made his talking game a little difficult.

"Our next topic is discussing the Divas division," Paul told us, making direct eye contact with me. He knew how much I needed the Divas Championship, and he knew how hard I'd been working for it lately.

Of course, it came as no surprise when the majority of the men in the arena laid back in their seats. If it didn't concern them, they really couldn't care less.

"We've thought about it long and hard, and we've decided that at WrestleMania this year, we will have a triple threat match for the title."

My heart began to race faster and faster, and I could barely keep myself from falling out of my chair. I couldn't believe that I might actually win the championship at WrestleMania. That's something that I've only dreamt about.

"At WrestleMania, it will be a triple threat match between AJ Lee, Natalya Neidhart, and Nikki Bella."

My heart nearly stopped beating all together.

"I'm sitting there, waiting for my name, and they say Nikki's instead," I shook my head. "Not only is this unfair, but it's a dumb move."

I didn't hear what they said after that, all I remember is being dismissed and seeing Nikki across the aisle from me, kissing and hugging her boyfriend, John Cena out of excitement.

"Don't worry, Chey. There's always next year," Jon tried to comfort me, resting a hand on my shoulder.

I ignored his effort and stood up. "Yeah, sure there is." I left the arena, got in my car and drove back to the hotel.

"What's the point anymore? I know where I stand in this company, and it's obviously in the back of the line."

Sitting in my car, I noticed that Stewart had followed me and was sitting in the passenger seat. Sighing, I tried my best not to cry.

"You want to go grab a beer?" I turned towards him and asked. I figured, why not make something useful come out of this? After all, it's not like I have a title match to prepare for.

"You don't give yourself enough credit," I began telling Stewart. "You're really smart, you could do anything. But, you're a cameraman."

Stewart laughed and took a sip of beer. "I get good money, which I can use to plan my honeymoon."

I made a heartfelt "aw" sound before turning to face him. "You're getting married?" I asked in a question, but it came out in a more of a drunk, loveable, exclamation.

He laughed again and shook his head in disbelief. "Don't sound so surprised. I'm a loveable guy."

I obviously had one too many to drink, and before I could restrain myself, I was laughing like and idiot and falling out of my chair. That's when Stewart put his beer down and grabbed the camera.

If I had been sober, I would have been so embarrassed for making a fool out of myself. But, then again, I was so drunk that even my thoughts were slurring together. I didn't even notice when a pair of strong hands picked me up and pulled me to my feet. Turning around, I looked up at Randy's face, although instead of being afraid like I should have been, I was excited.

"Hey, there," I cooed. Again, looking back at the footage, I was so embarrassed.

"You've had a little too much to drink," he told me. He was struggling to keep me on my feet, as all I wanted to do was sit down.

I guess that he didn't want to hold onto me too tightly, so he released his grip and I stumbled over until I was seated at the bar once again.

"Cut her off," Randy told the bartender, but I had to argue.

"Keep 'em coming!" I slammed my hands against the bar, which if I wasn't completely numb, probably would have hurt like hell.

I couldn't see from behind my head, but I guess that Randy had to have given the bartender one of his infamous cold, piercing stares, because I didn't receive a single drink after that. Spinning around in my chair, I grabbed Randy by the collar of his shirt and brought him close to my face.

"How about we head back to your place," I suggested. I'm sure that the smell of my breath was enough to send his brain elsewhere.

"How many drinks has she had?" He asked Stewart, who replied by shaking his head.

"Lost count."

"Great," Randy muttered. Picking me up, he dragged me out of the bar and we piled into my car. I watched through the rearview mirror as Stewart packed himself and the camera into the backseat. Once we were all situated in the vehicle, I reached across the car and pecked Randy on the cheek.

That's when things got really bad.

I was screaming and dancing to the music that was blasting from the radio. I had changed the music station a record number of times, crying when sad songs began to play, and singing my heart out when fast ones came on. However, my brain wasn't thinking fast enough, so every word I sang sounded like muffled whines. If it weren't for Randy's fast reflexes, I probably would have completely taken all of my clothes off.

Eventually, we reached the hotel that we were staying at and it took a few minutes for Randy to carefully remove me from the car.

"Cheyenne, come on."

Even though I was drunk out of my mind, I could tell he was serious so I obliged and got out of the vehicle.

"Now, you want to give me your keycard to get to your room."

I sighed and reached into my purse, looking for the card. After almost ten minutes of looking, I gave up.

"Whoops," I laughed.

Randy sighed and grabbed my hand. "Looks like you'll be staying with me."

When I finally woke up the next morning, my head was pounding. I rolled over and looked around, eventually realizing that I wasn't in my own clothes anymore. Panicking, I jumped out of the bed and heard that the shower was running. In all honestly, I didn't think it was possible for my heart to beat any faster than it was tight in that moment.

I had no idea where I was, but I didn't see Stewart anywhere, so I put the pieces together. I slept with a total stranger.

My heart was thumping faster and faster as I rolled out of the bed and saw that I wasn't just wearing another person's shirt, but I was also not wearing any pants. I had to stop myself from crying as I panicked.

Rummaging through the hotel room, I finally found my clothes and made a fast change. I was out of the room within minutes of waking up, embarrassed and groggy. I was almost to the elevator when I bumped into none other than Nikki Bella.

"If it isn't Miss. Party-Hard," she teased.

Nikki and I had never had any problems with each other, so I casually shook off the comment. Even though I still remembered hearing her name get called out instead of mine, I shook it off.

"So, how was he?" She asked, nudging me on.

My face grew bright red. Nikki knew who I had slept with, but I didn't? This whole thing must've been worse than I imagined.

"How was who?" I asked, praying that she would slip me his name.

She laughed. "Randy, duh. I can't believe you slept with him, he's like, royalty." We got to her stop, and she exited the elevator, leaving me all alone.

I stood there, alone in the middle of the elevator with my jaw on the floor. If this wasn't bad before, it was terrible now. I would've taken sleeping with a complete stranger over sleeping with Randy.

"I cannot believe that I slept with Randy Orton."