Chapter 6: Before the Show

Amanda's POV; 1 hour before WrestleMania

"Today is finally the day we've all been waiting for . . ." I say with a small yawn as we continued to drive through the Mercedes-Benz Superdome's parking lot in search of the 'Employees of the WWE' section, which was specifically cordoned off to anyone that didn't actually work for the company . . . you know, to keep the crazies away from us as much as possible.

"Yep . . . WrestleMania 30 . . . it's finally here . . ." Randy says with a small smirk as we finally reach the designated section, which was guarded by a security checkpoint right at its' gate. We quickly show the guard at the post our ID cards and once he gives us the okay, Randy continues to drive us forward. "Are you ready to get back into the ring babe? It's been a while since I saw you in action."

"I will be . . . if Natalya's potion actually works for me this time," I tell him as I scan the lot for an available parking spot. "She's made a power suppressant potion for Cody that actually works for him, but she hasn't been too successful for creating a potion for me . . . or Kaitlyn for that matter."

"Don't worry 'Manda," he tells me with a smirk as I feel his free hand come over mine. "Knowing Natalya, she'll pull through in the end. . . She tends to do that you know."

"Yeah . . . but hopefully she pulls through for me before the Divas Invitational starts, or else you'll have to wait a little longer before you see me compete in the ring again . . ." I say with a small grunt as we finally pull into a spot. ". . . But let's stop talking about me and my problems for the moment? What about you Mr. Viper? Are you ready to lose tonight?"

"Why do you have to say it like that?" he tells me with a small groan as he cuts the ignition and takes off his seatbelt. "I know today is supposed to be my last day as the WWE World Heavyweight Champion . . . I don't need you to remind me of that fact."

"Sorry . . . I was just asking," I say as I hold my hands up in defeat. "You seriously are unhappy about losing your title tonight huh?"

"Well . . . I didn't really think about it that much. But then it dawned on me when I woke up this morning," he explains to me with a thoughtful look on his face as we exit the Hummer. "No one wants to lose their championship on the grandest stage of them all, especially when it's WrestleMania 30. . . Today is the 30th anniversary of the Show of Shows, and I happen to be the one that has to drop the biggest title in the business tonight."

"Hey . . . you shouldn't be disappointed," I say with a small smile as Randy opens up the trunk, littered with our suitcases and a few of his birthday gifts that he has yet to open. "Even though you have been the big heel in the business throughout your reign, you've had a pretty good run. . . Except for the time when the championship was vacant between last year's Night of Champions and Hell in a Cell pay-per views due to a refereeing error, you were champion since SummerSlam."

"Well . . . you do make a good point there . . ." Randy tells me sheepishly as he hands me my duffle bag. "I guess it was time for me to give up the throne."

". . . You're just not going to go down without a fight huh?" I ask with a small smirk as Randy grabbed his bag and shut the trunk.

"Hell yeah I won't." he tells me with a grin as he pecks me on the cheek. He quickly sets the car alarm before taking me by the hand and leading me toward the Superdome's employee entrance, which was a good fifty feet down the lot. Once we got the approval from the guards at the post, we walked through the doors to see the backstage area packed with wrestlers and other employees trying to get everything done before the grand show begins.

"Randy, 'Manda!"

We both turn to see Hunter walk up to us from somewhere down the hall, already dressed in his ring gear as he looked at us with a small smirk on his face.

"Hey Hunter! You're dressed early." says Randy as The Game stopped a good two feet in front of us.

"Of course I am. My match with Daniel is the second one of the night, right after the Tag Team Title match. . ." says Hunter as he shrugs his shoulders. "And speaking of matches . . . K.O., the Divas Invitational will be right before the main even tonight, so your matches will be the last two of the night."

"Wait a sec . . ." I say as I cross my arms. "That would mean the Divas Invitational will be the next match after the Undertaker's . . ."

"Yeah . . . we figured that the momentum from that match will carry on to your match," Hunter tells me as he gives me a small wink. "Oh . . . before I forget, Natalya's been looking for you. She says she's figured out the suppressant potion that's been giving her trouble for the past few weeks."

"Well hopefully it works this time . . ." I say with a shrug as I picked out the direction where most of the Divas' scents were coming from, locking in on the hallway east of us. "I'll see you two later . . ."

"Well someone's in a rush . . ." I hear Randy whisper under his breath as I start walking over to the hallway.

"Hey . . . No wrestler wants to sit out WrestleMania, including me," I say in my defense as I take one last look at him. "Now if you excuse me, I have a witch to find."

Normal POV

"I see Amanda has settled into the vampire role quite nicely." said Hunter as the two watched the Anaconda as she turned the corner and disappeared from their view.

"Yeah . . . she's still technically a newborn, but she's pretty used to it by now," said Randy as a look of admiration came across his face. "It's like she was meant to be a vampire."

"Hmm . . . that's what happens when the soul-mate wasn't originally a vampire finally is transformed into one," said Hunter as he shook his head. "Once they become one, they quickly get used to the role, usually faster than newborns without soul-mates."

"Now that I think about it . . . you were the exact same way after Stephanie turned you." said Randy as he turned to the Cerebral Assassin.

"To tell you the truth, I actually forgot that I used to be just a psychic for a good month after I was turned. It was just so natural to me. I didn't remember till my first hunt," said Hunter as he let out a small chuckle. "Now that I think about it . . . have you taken Amanda out on her first hunt yet?"

"Not yet . . ." said Randy as he shook his head. "But sooner or later I'm going to have to do it. I don't think Cody and Kaitlyn have been on their first hunts yet either."

"No, they haven't," said Hunter as he shot the Viper a knowing look. "And since YOU are supposed to be teaching them in the ways of the vampire, you're going to have to take them on one eventually. . . . Hey, you can even make it into a double date if you want."

"Yeah . . . I'll think about it," said Randy as he hoisted his duffle bag over his shoulder. "But for now, I have to go get ready for the show."

"I'll see you at the after-party then?" asked Hunter as Randy began to walk off into the direction of the locker rooms.

"Sure thing . . . 'Manda and I will make sure to drop by later." said Randy as he called over his shoulder. The Viper then continued moving forward, walking through the backstage hallways until he reached the areas where the locker rooms were located. He quickly found his room and walked inside, smirking when he spotted Amanda sitting on the leather couch, completely dressed in her ring gear.

"I forgot how quickly you could change clothes" said Randy with a smirk as he dropped his stuff by the side of the couch. I thought you were getting dressed in the Divas locker room."

"Turns out there are not enough lockers in the Divas locker room to begin with," said Amanda as she tied up the laces on her left boot. "So some of us Divas are sharing locker rooms with some of the other guys on the roster . . . and when I mean other guys, I mean the boyfriends who actually have their own private locker rooms."

"Oh . . . so I'm basically stuck sharing my locker room with you for the night huh?" asked Randy as he sat down on the couch right next to her.

"Well yeah . . ." said Amanda as she began to tie the laces on her right boot. "You don't mind do you?"

"Not at all . . ." said Randy as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "So . . . has the potion Natalya been working on finally do the trick?"

"Let's see . . ." said Amanda as she sat back up and looked him in the eye. She then delivered one swift punch to his chest, taking Randy a little off guard. ". . . Did that hurt?"

"Actually . . . No; no, it didn't," said Randy as he slowly brought a hand to his chest. "It didn't hurt at all."

"Well then that's your answer," said Amanda with a smirk as she stood up to stretch. "It won't wear off till tomorrow morning . . . so tonight, I'm taking full advantage of it and I will be competing in the Divas Invitational."

"Well that's good to know," said Randy with a grin, but then it slowly turned into a frown. ". . . But it's also disappointing."

"And why is that babe?" asked Amanda as she did a split on the ground.

"It's disappointing because that would mean other guys will get to see you in your sexy wrestling outfit and not just me." said Randy with a childish pout as he crossed his arms. Amanda looked down at herself to look at the violet colored outfit she was wearing. She was dressed in her signature crop top hoodie with the long sleeves, along with a pair of matching shorts, kneepads, and her black knee high boots. The fabric of her top and shorts made it look like she was wearing snakeskin.

"Oh yeah," said Amanda with a smirk as she looked up at him. "I was planning to wear one of my other outfits tonight, but then I ran into the resident seamstress and she insisted that I wear this new getup tonight. . . Do you like it?"

"I'd be an idiot to say I didn't . . ." said Randy with a mischievous smirk as she took her hand and pulled her up onto his lap. "It really is a good look for you."

"You're just saying that because I'm actually wearing shorts this time." said Amanda with a roll of her eyes as Randy brushed a hand against her bare thigh.

"Well . . . that too," said Randy with a small shrug as he leaned his head into Amanda's prone neck. "Damn you look so sexy in this outfit."

"Oh no . . . Randy," said Amanda as she slowly pushed his head back with the tips of her fingers. "Focus babe . . . you still have to get ready for your match tonight."

"Aw . . . can't I have a little fun first," said Randy with a small pout as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Our matches aren't until the end of the show. C'mon babe, can we do this, just this once . . . please?"

"That's what you said the last time you wanted to have 'a little fun' before a match," said Amanda as she shook her head at him. "We ended up making out for so long Barry had to drag you over to the ring entrance because you missed your first cue."

"How long ago was that?" asked Randy as he raised an eyebrow.

"It happened at a house show we did last week." Amanda told him bluntly as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Oh yeah . . . good times, good times." said Randy as a thoughtful look came across his face.

"Yeah . . . it was fun, but I don't want to see you get dragged down to the ring again," said Amanda as she stood back up on her feet. "So please, at least get dressed before Barry starts looking for you, again."

"Fine" grumbled Randy as he grabbed his duffle bag from off the ground and walked over to the nearby bathroom. "But you better still be in here by the time I get done changing."

Amanda's POV

"Whatever you say Mr. Viper." I say with a wave as he walks into the bathroom. He shoots me one last smirk before closing the door behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

"WrestleMania doesn't start for another 25 minutes, so what the hell do I do in the meantime?" I mumble to myself as I sat back down on the couch.

"How about letting us in, for instance?" calls Nate as I hear his voice ring out from behind the door. I let a small smirk grace my lips as I stand back up and walk over to the door, opening it with a quick turn to reveal Nate and Becky right behind it.

"I see someone is embracing their inner snake . . ." says Nate with a smirk as he leans against the doorframe with a smug smirk on his face. "It's a good look for you if you ask me."

"Bro . . . are you hitting on our brother's mate?" asks Becky as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"I am not hitting on my brother's soul-mate!" Nate exclaims almost instantly at the accusation. "What kind of brother do you think I am?"

"A dead one . . . if what Becky asked was true . . ." grumbles Randy as he comes up behind me. I sneak a look behind him to see that he was finally dressed in his in ring girl, well . . . sans the baby oil.

"Bro . . . do you really think I would do something like that to you?" Nate asks in mock shock as he brought a hand to his chest. "I would never do that to you . . . honest!"

"Oh really?" Randy asks him with a small smirk as I feel his arms wrap around my waist.

"Yeah . . . well, maybe just a little," says Nate as he scrunches his face a bit. Randy scowls at him before moving to punch his shoulder, but Nate manages to evade the attack just in time. "Ha! I knew you were going to try that. . . You are so predictable, big brother."

"Oh you're so going to get it after WrestleMania . . ." Randy grumbles at him as we let his siblings walk into the room.

"Don't worry bro. If you don't get him, I will," says Becky with a smirk as she sat down on the couch. "So, are you two ready to compete tonight?"

"Well that's a stupid question sis," says Nate as he turned to her. "They're dressed for the night aren't they?"

"You want to hit him, don't you?" asks Randy as we turned to his sister, who was scowling daggers Nate's way.

"Yes, yes I do, but I'm going to hold off on his beat down till later," explains the female Orton as she turns to us. "Mom, Dad, and Alanna are stuck in traffic right now, so they are not going to be here till a little later. . . You two aren't competing early in the show are you?'

"Nah . . . our matches are the last two of the night, so hopefully they'll get here before then," answers Randy as I break out of his grip to go check on my phone. "The traffic better not be that bad or else they'll miss the whole show."

". . . And you know how mad Alanna will be if she misses seeing her daddy compete in the ring." says Nate as I begin to check my emails. "No one will escape her wrath after that.'

"She does have a bit of a temper . . ." says Becky. "I wonder where she got it from. . ."

"Hey . . . when it comes to her temper, don't put the blame just on me," says Randy as I look up to see him put his hands up in defense. "Sam is a bit of a spitfire herself, so basically it's equally our faults for Alanna's temper, not just mine."

"Hmm . . . way to defend yourself Ran way to defend yourself," says Nate as he turns to me. "And what are you up to Ms. Anaconda?"

"Just looking through some emails . . ." I say with a shrug as I return my attention back to my phone.

"Anything interesting?" Randy asks me as I hear his footsteps come closer to my position.

"It's mostly spam . . . except for this recent one that came into my inbox a half hour ago," I say as I open it. "Huh . . . it's from our old high school."

"Hazelwood Central High?" Randy asks me in slight shock as I feel his arm wrap around my waist.

"What other high school did we attend when we were teens?" I ask sarcastically as I looked through the email. "Of course it's from Hazelwood . . . it says here that out graduating class is celebrating its' 16th year anniversary with a reunion this June."

"Damn . . . it's been 16 years already?" asks Randy as I put my phone back into my bag. ". . . It's been so long. . ."

"Oh great . . . Brother dearest here is reminiscing old high school memories," mutters Nate as he heads for the door. "I better leave now or else he'll get the idea to give me an atomic wedgie . . ."

"Now that sounds like a great idea . . ." calls Randy as he turns to him, but Nate hightails it out the door before he could grab him. "Damn . . . I'll guess I'll do it to him later."

"Huh . . . you're high school reunion is coming up in two months. Are you guys going to go?" Becky asks us curiously as she lays back into the couch.

"I don't now . . ." I say with a shrug. "Monica would probably make us go if she finds this out . . . Plus, it will be a nice way to reunite with a few of our old high school friends."

"But there would also be the possibility of seeing a few old enemies as well . . ." Randy mumbles as he looks up at the ceiling.

"Oh yeah . . . because you were so Mr. Friendly back in high school," I say with a smirk as I pat his chest. "How many detentions did you get during our four years at Hazelwood again?"

"Ha, ha very funny," he tells me with a small smirk as he tightens his hold around my waist. "And you were such the Ms. Perfect back in high school."

"Well . . . I did make the honor roll all four years, as well as compete for the championship volleyball team throughout that time span," I say with a smug smirk. "Although I did cross the line at being class president; I'm not one for politics, even if it was on the high school level."

"Do you see who I have to travel with throughout most of the year?" Randy says tiredly as he turns to his sister.

"Hey . . . If I had to travel with you through most of the year, we probably would be arguing and getting under each other's skin throughout most of the U.S., and wherever you had to go for work internationally," says Becky as she got out of her seat. "She's probably the best travel buddy you have dude, so don't complain."

'Who said I was?" asks Randy in slight shock as he raised an eyebrow.

"Well . . . since you asked about who you had to travel with throughout most of the year in a tired manner," says Becky with a smirk as she placed her hands on her hips. "I figured you were getting tired of having Amanda travel with you night and day."

"I'm not getting tired of her. . ." says Randy as he shook his head before turning to me. "Babe, you know how much I love having you with me when we travel around right?"

"Of course I do," I say with a small smile on my face. "But I am still offended by the idea of you being tired of having me with you as we travel around for work. . . I never knew you felt like that."

"But babe . . . I was only kidding," Randy says in his defense as he places both his hands on my shoulders. "I would never say something like that to you. . . . Honest."

"Oh my gosh, it's been a long time since I've seen Randy so sincere," mutters Becky as she looks at her brother in shock. "It's so weird . . . Are you sure you're my brother?"

"Oh be quiet you . . ." snaps Randy as he whips his head at his sister. "Don't you see me and 'Manda having a moment here?"

"Yep . . . you're my brother," says Becky as she walks to the door. "I'm going to go find Monica. I'll see you two later."

"Now that all the outside distractions are gone," says Randy with a relieved breath as Becky closes the door behind her. ". . . we can get back to what we were talking about before . . . What were we talking about before?"

"You getting tired of me traveling with you," I tell him simply as I let a small smirk come across my face. "Don't worry about it Randy . . . I know you were only kidding."

"But it was a very bad joke if you ask me," Randy tells me with a scowl as he pulls me into his chest. "I really need to watch my mouth sometimes."

"It's okay . . ." I say as I pat him on the back. "Besides, I think you have much bigger things to worry about than offending me with a bad joke."

"What do you mean?" Randy asks me curiously as I look up at him.

"I think John will explain it to you . . ." I say with a smirk as a small knocking sound came from the door. "Come on in John."

John walks into the room already dressed in his in ring gear, a bemused smirk on his face as one of his hands cover his face. Randy looks at us suspiciously, completely out of the loop of what's been going on these past few minutes.

"John, what the hell is going on here?" Randy asks him with a scowl on his face, an annoyed edge evident in his tone as he eyed the Cenation leader.

"All I can say is this . . ." says John as he removes his hand from his mouth. "I had no idea you were into women's makeup Randy."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Randy asks him as his Viper-like glare came into place.

"Dude . . . your brother is going around the backstage area showing people a photo of you with makeup on your face," answers John as he shook his head in disbelief. "It looks like a child did it for you man . . . Oh wait; that was Alanna's work wasn't it?"

"Yeah . . ." Randy says in a pissed tone. "And I thought Nate promised he would never show anyone that photo."

'I guess he went back on his word," I say with a shrug as I crossed my arms. "You're going to go find him and kick his ass aren't you?"

"Yep, I'll see you later babe." Randy tells me with a quick peck on the cheek. He then bolts past John and out the door, leaving me with a great view of his ass as he goes.

"You're not going to stop him huh?" John asks me with a knowing look as I walk over to the door.

"Nope; it's best not to get in the Viper's way when he's in an angry mood. You of all people should know that John," I say with a small smirk as I step into the hallway. "You want to go watch Randy beat the crap out of his brother?"

"Eh . . . why not," says John with a shrug as he walks out the room and closes the door behind him. "It'll be a nice prelude into what's to come tonight."

"You got that right," I say with a smirk as we begin walking down the hallway, my ears perking up as I hear Randy's distant yells from somewhere else backstage. "Let's get moving. The show's about to begin."

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