Ch19

Randy

The noise everywhere is grating on my last nerves. In catering it is extremely irritating, I tried not to go there unless it's absolutely necessary. Today looks as if it is one of those days, my goal is to grab anything that's quick to eat and get out. I don't want to see anyone; I'm not in a mood to exchange pleasantries today. More like I haven't been since Honor left to rehab her injury. I almost succeed when I look up from the fridge and find Punk and Honor cuddled up laughing raucously. My heart almost leaps out of my chest when I realize she's back but then my blood boils as I realize who she's sitting on. I don't hate the guy, I don't dislike him, but seeing them like this is hell of enough reason for me to want to kick his ass.

He's letting her grab his face as she tries and fails to force feed him something from a bottle. They're too far away for me to hear them clearly but I bet it's something a little sexual. From the looks of it they're ten seconds away from dry humping each other. Honor has her arms almost around his neck and he's staring at her like she's the only person that exists. His grimy hands are on her wrists playfully constricting her movements, she suddenly jerks and the movement causes him to spill the contents of the bottle. Both of them erupt into laughter and he lightly scolds her and they proceed to clear their area of trash and get on about their merry way.

"Orton, you okay?" Spikey blonde hair and a cool blue stare watches me from in front of the food trays.

I stare at Jericho, "Fine."

"Want to put the knife down Orton? You aren't paying a lick of attention to what you're doing," His worn hands gently pry the utensil from my hand and I realize I fucking cut my palm right across the center. Blood has dripped onto one of the piles of napkins and the table cloth.

"Fuck," I gather some paper towels and a bottle of water with my clean hand.

"Don't let that get to you Orton, there are other kids who'll want your help and who'll actually appreciate it."

"Thanks, Chris." I say forgetting all about my stomach and heading to the medics.

Through the stitches and match preparation I keep running the catering scene over and over in my mind. I've tried thinking of everything other than her but somehow she keeps weaseling her way back in. Today is the first time I've seen her since April. Here it is September, Honor is back at work and hanging all over some other guy's arm like a fucking two dollar slut. It doesn't help the guy looks like he'd pay for a two dollar slut either.

I do my best to clear my mind of everything, this situation with Honor will have to wait. I drop down on the floor and do pushups. The pressure is on, I gotta keep my focus on Dean Ambrose tonight, and our match is the main event for this pay per view. I have no other choice but to eliminate her, this needs to go as safely as it can. I quit, I'd love to hear Ambrose mutter those words, maybe that'll put me in a better mood even though I know it won't be the finish. The buttery smell of coconut fills the tight little area backstage, that's odd…

"No matter what when you go out there, just have fun don't sweat it. The more you think about it the more mistakes you'll make." I hear Dean. He's ready but who's he talking to?

I stand up for nosiness's sake as another voice chimes in, "Gah! What'd I tell you about that?" Why is Punk here? – Oh, Honor has joined me, here in gorilla. "Get that hand out of that hair, you'll ruin it."

"Thanks Punk," Honor rolls her eyes into a sigh. I guess she'll be participating in the Divas segment I'm not sure how but…. If the ladies segment is almost over then why is she back here?

Honor takes a deep breath as Ambrose and Punk step aside letting her through, her eyes flicker to mine as she conceals all the anxiety behind a frightening mask. She takes off in a dash out of the curtain leaving me to watch her make her way up the ramp. The way she hides her feelings has always intrigued me, it's almost like she flips them on and off like a switch.

I watch with the guys as they make comments on what's happening on the small TV monitor next to the curtain. While AJ reverses a suplex over the top rope by her former pal Kaitlyn, she lands on both feet on the apron then throws a sharp kick to Kaitlyn's head which Kaitlyn sells very well all AJ has to do is slide back to the inside, set up the ladder lying against the turnbuckle, scale it, and grab the belt. AJ wastes no time yanking the title down from the rung. Maybe twenty seconds of AJ's music plays until Honor runs down to the ring and slides in behind her. On commentary Booker T, Josh Matthews, and Michael Cole begin to direct their attention to Honor instead of praising and bashing AJ for her almost win. AJ unknowingly begins to celebrate, jumping around the ring and grinning. Honor is standing behind her smiling. Honor's expression one of sadistic pleasure, in one fluid motion Honor plants a vicious kick to AJ's abdomen and then hauls her up over her shoulders and over her head driving little AJ down on her knee. Honor displays a taunting smile as she exits the ring. A shaken AJ who has made it up to her knees holding her stomach snarls. Everyone in the Mississippi crowd is either wearing a look of shock or are booing. Honor doubles back to the ring sliding between the ropes setting up a spring board lariat then transitions to apply a Texas Cloverleaf to AJ.

Poor little AJ doesn't know what hit her as she thrashes about in pain, Honor holds the lock even bending AJ backwards so it's sure to hurt, until about four other refs tear through the back and out to the sides of the ring. She gets up with the same smile then mocks AJ by blowing her a kiss and saying, "I squashed the Black Widow." Satisfied and still smiling Honor strolls right on out of the ring, up the ramp, and through the curtain.

Punk and Dean are hooting and hollering while I look on with concealed shock.

"AJ, Honor you both did great! Didn't they Orton?" Punks asks me while smiling down at them both with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

Dean has a small smile and gives them a nod of approval, "Nice work ladies."

"She was alright," I grit my teeth and half praise her. AJ takes one look at my face and tries to steer them both away from gorilla. Ambrose leaves heading up to the stairs to wait for his music, leaving me seeing red, "I guess fucking around does get you where you want to be, Honor. Congratulations sweetheart."

Hurt welled deep in Honor's chocolate eyes at my words, this time I couldn't help it. She hurt me more than she knows. Punk frowned at me but before he could say anything the trio is bombarded by his rookie, Avery.