We're in the locker room laughing and joking as the guys pack their stuff up when theres a knock on the door. I frown and open it, smiling when I see a runner there. "Hey Torrie" he says smiling. "Just the person I was looking for. You're needed for interview with Renee, there's some time to fill." I groan and look at Dean, glad I'm still in my referee stripes from earlier. "Go on" he says softly. "But be professional Tor." I smirk and walk out behind the runner, following him to where Renee is waiting. She looks at me awkwardly as I smirk. "Come on then" I say walking over to her. "Let's get this over with." A girl comes over and quickly touches up my makeup while the director gives us an idea of what they want. "We're just gonna let you wing it Tor" he says. "You've got the knack for that, like Jon." I smile and nod. "No problem" I say. "Ready?" Renee nods and grabs her microphone. I lean against the wall and wait for her to do her introductions.
"My guest at this time" she says into the camera. "Torrie Ambrose. Torrie, after being the special guest referee tonight between Summer Rae and Layla, you sent a very obvious message to the divas champion." "Renee" I say smiling. "The message I sent to Layla was simple. See, I never lost that belt. That belt is mine. She's just holding it for me. Keeping it warm, if you like." She nods. "So" she says. "Are we going to see a match between you guys any time soon? I mean, you're just coming back from having a baby just over a week ago..." "How nice of you to remember I was pregnant Renee" I smirk. "Yeah, I had a baby a week ago. But now I can get back into ring shape, and start going after the things that were taken away from me. I've got my life back, Dean and I are engaged, now it's time to take back my title. At SummerSlam, I'll be back, and I'll be taking my title home with me. Because, Renee, I always take back what's mine." I smile sweetly at her then walk out of shot as she watches me go. I wait for a few seconds while they check it over. "Perfect Torrie" the director says, giving me the thumbs up. I wave and head back to the locker room.
"All ok?" Dean asks as I walk in. I smile and nod before kissing him and Destiny. "Got a surprise for you" he says. "I'm gonna take Destiny home, and you're going out with Nikki and Layla. I think Randy and a few others are tagging along too, I just figured it would do you good to unwind." I look at him like he's grown an extra head. "What?" I finally manage to spit out. "I'm coming home with you, and our daughter!" He shakes his head. "Nikki has some clothes for you" he says. "Layla is driving you to the club, then you can get a cab home. Dessie and I are having a papa and baby girl night while momma lets her hair down." I smile. "I don't want to" I start, but he raises his hand and I know this discussion is over. I groan and slump on the sofa as there's a knock on the door. Nikki opens it and peeks her head in. "Hey girlfriend" she says grinning. "Let's go get our party on! I've got clothes for you on John's bus. Come on, let's go." I look at Dean and he grins. "Off you go toots" he says puckering his lips for a kiss. I shake my head and kiss him softly. "Is that all I get?" he smirks. I decide to play him at his own game. "Yep" I say, kissing Destiny and running out after Nikki. I hear him growl halfway down the corridor. Nikki looks back at me and grins, then her eyes grow wider. "Run Tor!" she squeals. I frown and look behind me to see Dean running down the corridor. I start to run away but I'm not fast enough and he tackles me, crushing me against the wall. "Kiss" he growls. I laugh and peck him on the cheek. He raises an eyebrow and I smirk. He dips his head and kisses me softly, running his tongue along my bottom lip. I moan and open my mouth, allowing his tongue access. He groans and puts his arms around me, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to him. "That's a kiss" he moans breathlessly as we pull apart. I nod and watch as he walks back to the locker room, rubbing his lips. "Damn that guy fucking loves you Tor" Nikki says, bringing me back to reality. "I have never, ever, seen Ambrose like this over a woman. Only ever with you." I smile as Renee walks out from behind us. Nikki and I grin and carry on walking to John's bus.
We're in Layla's hire car singing as we go to the club. "So how did the interview go?" Layla asks, looking at me in the mirror. I groan. "It was ok" I say smiling. "But you're gonna have to wait for Smackdown to air to see it!" "No spoilers?" she asks pouting. I smile. "Nope" I smirk. "You spend too much time with Ambrose" Nikki says grinning as Layla parks the car. "Can't we just pretend I came out?" I ask, looking down at the clothes Nikki has lent me for the night. Leather hot pants and a crop top. Great. They both shake their heads and get out of the car. Nikki opens my door and I get out. She looks me up and down and smiles. "You look great" she says hugging me. Fishnet tights and knee high stiletto boots complete my outfit. Dean is gonna freak when I get home. Layla calls us and we both look over at her, groaning as we realise she's taking a photo. I know she's put it on twitter. I shake my head at her and follow her into the club. The music is so loud it's vibrating in my chest. We head straight to the bar and soon the tequila is flowing. "Jeez guys slow down" I moan after our third. "I haven't had a drink in months, this is going to my head! I'm gonna have to go home and ravish my ex husband at this rate!" Nikki spits her next tequila shot all over the bar. "Loose lips Torrie Mae!" she giggles. "Are you saying you and Jon have done the deed? Should you be doing it yet?" I shake my head and wink at her. "Nicole" I say. "Let's just say that things are perfectly back to normal in that department, and my fiancé is very satisfied. And no, we shouldn't be doing it yet, we're supposed to wait six weeks, but be fucked if I told him that! I couldn't wait to jump on him!" She laughs and high fives me before looking behind me and groaning. I frown and turn around, groaning when I see Renee stood there. "Yeah" I smirk. "He's getting everything he needs at home, he doesn't need a substitute." I push past her and walk towards the back of the bar where I know the rest of the guys are.
"Torrie!" Randy yells, staggering over to me. I grin and rush to him, tripping as I get close. He catches me easily and chuckles. "Hey princess" he says kissing my head. "Been a while since we've had a drink together. What are you drinking?" "Tequila" I grumble. "Get me something else my favourite ass hat?" He winks and goes to the bar. He comes back with a cocktail and I smile. "The fuck is that?" I ask taking a sip. "The first drink I ever promised you" he says, smirking, knowing he's testing my memory. Luckily for him, I have a good memory. "Screaming orgasm" I smirk back at him. He nods and smiles. "I miss you" he blurts suddenly. "I miss you waking me up, smashing my alarm clock. Nobody smashes it like you do." I smile. "Many have tried, and many have failed" I say. He smirks. "Well" he says. "When you're a viper with a trouser snake, you gotta do whatever you can to tame it, know what I'm saying?" I laugh and snort my drink. He looks at me and suddenly we're both in fits of laughter. "Viper with a trouser snake?" I finally manage to splutter. He shrugs. "It's all I got" he says hugging me. "You need someone permanent Randy" I say, looking at him. "Somebody to love you forever, not to just like you for one night. Babe, you deserve to be happy, you're an amazing guy, actually, you're a complete and utter fucking angel and I love you so much! I wanna see you happy too, I wanna be bridesmaid at your wedding, godmother to your kids. You're my bestest friend in this whole world and I fucking love my little ass hat." Layla walks up and touches my arm. It's then I realise I'm crying. "Hey" she whispers. "Randy, is she ok?" He looks at her as if he's seeing her for the first time. I look at them both and smile. "Have you two ever had a conversation?" I ask suddenly. They look at each other and shake their heads. "We, uh, only talk around you" Randy admits. I stand up and push Layla into my seat. "Layla" I say. "This is ass hat Orton, but you can call him Randy. Ass hat, this is Miss El. Treat her right and you can call her Layla. Now have a fucking conversation!" I kiss them both and walk back to the bar where I left Nikki. She's gone, but the person I want isn't. "You" I say poking Renee in the chest. "Outside. Now."