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I was trying, but I just couldn't wipe the joyous smile off my face. Once the final bell rang, I threw my hands up in the air, queuing for the fans in the audience to stand on their feet and join me in my victory screams. Even though I hadn't completely caught my balance, I still ran towards the corner and stood up on the second rope, pointing out into the crowd. I was so happy, and so proud of myself.

"Good match out there, Mitchell," AJ said once she returned backstage after the match.

"You too," I replied with a bright smile. I waited until I was out of her sight before I did a small skip as I turned around.

Heading back to the Divas' locker room, I took in a deep sigh. I've been waiting my whole life to be the champion, and I knew that as long as I kept up my winning streak, I would get there one way or another.

As I was walking, I noticed that I had walked past Randy's locker room. I was tempted, but I ultimately decided not to knock on the door. I turned to leave, and was feet away from the door, when it opened up and Randy noticed me.

"Cheyenne," he said, almost as if he were in shock to see me.

I turned back and gave him my best surprised smile. "Randy, I didn't know that you were there."

He laughed. "I saw someone's feet underneath the door. I just didn't think it would be you."

My cheeks began to blush, and I immediately began to play with my hair in compensation. "Well, I just wanted to wish you luck tonight."

"I don't have a match."

"Do you have a promo?"

"Yes," he mumbled.

"Then, that's what I was wishing you luck for," I countered. I was obviously stuttering over my own words, but I was trying extremely hard not to portray my embarrassment. After all, the last thing I wanted was to be embarrassed in front of the one guy with whom I probably shouldn't even be talking to.

Randy chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. As he lifted up his arm, I could see every line on his abs, and I silently thanked him for choosing not to wear a shirt.

"So, what's the real reason you came to see me?" He asked, seeing through my excuse.

"Fine," I coughed up. "I honestly don't know why I came over here. I passed your door on my way back and I sort of...I don't know, thought I would say hi."

Again, my cheeks grew more red, and he only smirked in response. He looked so perfect when he smirks.

"Don't judge me because I stared," I told the cameras, and the rest of the workers who were watching me with mocking expressions etched in their faces. "If you were there, you probably would have done the same thing."

Silence followed, causing a tingling sensation to run up and down my spine. I was getting nervous, but I wasn't sure why. I've seen Randy without a shirt on before. And, yeah, he's seen a lot more of me without clothes on.

"Well, since you're here; I wanted to apologize for running out of the ballroom earlier."

I shook my head. "Don't be. I was a bit too forward."

"No, it's not that. I just, I'm not the best at being in relationships."

I almost choked when I tried to swallow. "A relationship? Randy, I'm not looking for a relationship."

"Oh," he seemed genuinely embarrassed. But, he handled it a lot better than I did, laughing it off. "Well, good. Now we don't have to be awkward around each other. Phew," he let out a sigh of, what I think was, relief.

"Then, I'm glad that we're on the same page." I smiled up at him. Before I could say anything else, Randy's assistant rushed him off to another location, leaving me alone in the hallway.

At least we were on common ground now.

I was almost to the Divas' locker room when I felt a had wrap around my head, cover my mouth, and drag me into another room. I didn't have enough time to register what was happening, and the minute I saw who had 'kidnapped' me, I had to fight the urge to slap him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Jon smirked at me, obviously teasing me. "I saw you talking with Orton. What do you see in that guy?"

"What," I looked around and thankfully saw no cameras. We were alone. "What are you talking about? I don't see anything in Randy," I lied.

"You were staring right at his pectorals."

I laughed that the way he said 'pectorals'. "You're reading between the lines."

"Reading between the...what? Look, Chey: I'm going to say this one more time, as clearly as I can. Randy is dangerous."

"No, he's not," I argued. "He helped me. Dangerous people don't help others, they kill them."

"How do you know that he isn't just softening you up so he can take advantage of you later?"

My mouth dropped open and I scoffed. "We've been through this, Jon." He tried to get a word in, but I held my hand up to stop him. I wasn't in the mood to hear him try and make sense of anything. "You obviously don't really know him, because if you did, you would know that he isn't the way that all of you say he is. He's kind and...and sweet."

"You're making him sound like a freaking pony."

I rolled my eyes. "What is wrong with you? Are you high, or something?"

"What? No, I'm not high," he paused and took a deep breath. "Cheyenne, please. Just, stay away from him."

"I don't know what has gotten into you."

"Gotten into me? Chey, I've told you about him like, a million times before."

I shook my head. "And, I still haven't changed my mind."

"Cheyenne, please just stay away from him."

I took a second and looked into his deep blue eyes. There was a hint of something new in them. Usually, it was blank. Direct. Now, it looked tired. And, in pain. Was me being with Randy painful for him? I don't see why, I mean sure we were friends, but we weren't that close.

"Give me one good, and I mean really good, reason to."

Half expecting him to go on a rant about how much he hates the man, or how he's hurt him in the past or something rational, I wasn't ready for what he did do. It happened quick: he reached out and pulled me into a deep, strong kiss. He pulled apart almost immediately, but the damage was done, and he left.