Chapter 21: A Change in the Day

Amanda's POV; June 2, 2014

"Are you excited?" I ask with a small smirk on my face as I walked into the bathroom to see Randy trimming his beard. He doesn't answer me immediately, so I slap him on his shoulder to get his attention. "Babe, are you excited?"

"Excited for what?" Randy asks me with a confused look on his face as the turned to me, his razor still buzzing in his hand as I shook my head.

"For Raw tonight . . ." I say with a chuckle as I grab the toothpaste on the counter. "Tonight's the night for the major shakeup to the Evolution stable remember?"

"Oh yeah," Randy says as a small smirk comes over his face as he finally remembers what's been planned tonight. You would think he would remember what was going to happen, considering it involves a certain somebody that he hates, but no, it totally left his brain. "Tonight's the night Batista 'quits' the WWE . . . again."

"Yep . . . he's supposed to leave and Seth Rollins is supposed to take his place in the group," I say with a chuckle as I bring my toothbrush to my awaiting teeth. "This will also be the last Raw that I'll be appearing on . . . for a long while."

"Aw . . . why?" asks Randy with a small whine as I busy myself with cleaning my fangs. "Why is this your last day again?"

"It's because of you know who . . ." I say with a smirk as I point to my baby bump. "Thanks to the little person inside of me, you won't be seeing me in a wrestling ring, or BESIDE a wrestling ring for that matter."

"Aw . . ." mutters Randy as he places his free hand on my stomach. "Thanks to you Junior, your mother here won't get to be at ringside to see me do my think in the ring. Do you know how much I'll miss having you at ringside supporting me?"

"But I will be there supporting you . . ." I say with a smirk as I spit out a wad of toothpaste. "I'll just be supporting you from the backstage area, and not at ringside like I usually do."

"Well that's nice to know . . ." he says with a chuckle as he went back to trimming his beard. "And what would happen if I get injured out in the ring? You won't be there to be by my side then."

"Just wait till you are carried into the backstage area, then I'll be by your side in an instant," I say with a smirk as I brushed my tongue.

"It's nice to know you care babe . . ." Randy tells me as he patted his chest. "It's nice to know you care . . ."

"Hey!" I say in retaliation as I point my toothbrush at him. "In my defense, you may get pissed at me if I come out to you after you get injured in the ring. You would probably think that I was putting myself in danger by coming out there because the wrestler that attacked you would probably still be out there and would probably come after me next. . . . Don't deny it! You know it could be possible."

"It . . . could be," Randy lets out in defeat as he shakes his head. "Now that I think about, I may get mad, JUST A LITTLE, if that ever happened."

"Uh huh?" I ask with a smirk as I went back to brushing my teeth. "Really now? You would only get a little mad if one of your opponents came after me while you got hurt?"

"Okay . . . so I may get more than a little mad if that scenario ever happens, but can you blame me?" Randy asks me with a sheepish look on his face. "You know how much I care about you babe. It pisses me off when I see you get hurt, BESIDES when you're in the ring facing off against another Diva. In that kind of situation, I know that I don't need to worry about you."

"Okay . . ." I say as I wash out my toothbrush. ". . . You don't worry about me when I face off against another Diva, but you DO worry about me in other kinds of situations that could get me hurt, especially now that I'm pregnant right?"

"Um . . . yeah . . ." Randy tells me guiltily as he cleans out his razor in the trash. "Yeah . . . you got me there."

"Yeah, I do . . ." I say after I rinse out my mouth. "And . . . and I'm okay with the fact that you worry about me, as long as you don't SMOTHER me and be TOO OVERPROTECTIVE . . . okay?"

"Agreed . . . I won't smother you and be too overprotective, if I can help it," Randy says in agreement as we walk out the bathroom. "So . . . are you going to come down to the gym with me today?"

"Hmm . . . I don't know," I say as I walk over to my suitcase to get a change of clothes. "It . . . it may get too dangerous for me. You know, with all the exercise equipment and all. . . Who knows what could happen?"

"Oh just come downstairs with me will ya?" he says in a more commanding tone as he walks over to his sneakers. "You'll be fine."

"Okay . . . since you asked so politely . . . and it's nice to know that you worry about me, by the way," I say with a sarcastic smirk as I take off my shirt. I change my clothes and slip on some sneakers before joining Randy by the door, a small smirk stretching across his face as he looked at the shirt I wore. "What's with the smirk?"

"Like you don't know . . ." he says to me as he opens the door. "That's my shirt you're wearing Missy."

"Oh really?" I ask as we step into the hallway. I take a look at myself to see that I was indeed wearing the St. Louis Rams jersey that had his last name printed on the back. It was one of his favorite shirts. "Oh . . . I haven't noticed it. This is your shirt I'm wearing?"

"It has my name on it after all . . ." he tells me with a smirk as he wraps an arm around my waist. "Therefore, it's my property. You are wearing my property."

"But you barely wear it anyway . . ." I say with a small pout as we walk down to the elevators. "Since you don't wear it as much, I figured I would put this shirt to good use."

"But I want it back . . ." Randy says with a pout of his own as we reach the end of the hall. "It's my shirt after all."

"But I haven't seen you wear it in a long while. Therefore, I have taken custody of it," I say with a smirk as I press the down button. "If you want it back, I may give it back to you."

"Oh really?" Randy asks me with a smirk as the elevator doors open up. "You would actually give my shirt back to me?"

"Yeah . . ." I say as we walk into the cart. "But then that would mean you won't get to see me wear it anymore. . . I thought you liked it when I wear stuff with your name on it."

"I do . . . I do like it when I see you wearing stuff with my name on it. It's actually quite the turn on if you ask me," Randy tells me with a smirk as he pecks my lips. "But I would like to have my football jersey back even more please."

"Fine . . ." I say in defeat as I press the button for the lobby. "You can have your shirt back when we get back to our room. But if I still don't see you wearing it, then I'm taking it back, you hear me?"

"Thank you!" he says to me as I feel his lips on my cheek. Randy continues to peck my cheek until we reach the lobby, stopping when the doors finally opened up to let us out. We bypassed the lobby to get to the side hallway that led to the hotel gym. Once we reached the large room, we instantly noticed Wade and Monica by a punching bag. Wade was holding the bag in place while Monica was punching the crap out of it.

"Should we even try to talk to them right now?" Randy whispers in my ear as we observe the two from the doorway. "They look very much in the zone right now."

"Nope . . . it wouldn't be a good idea," I say with a shake of my head. "When it comes to Monica, you shouldn't talk to her when she's in that boxer's mentality of hers, especially when she's punching the living daylights out of a punching bag. It wouldn't be pretty."

"It's been a long time since I've seen your sister look so intense . . ." says my mate as we continue to observe the werewolf couple. "She's usually a lot more carefree than this. . . A lot less ferocious."

"She usually is, except when she's boxing," I say as we walk over to the weight rack. "Monica turns into an entirely different person when she boxes. She's more intense, more lethal . . . She just won't hesitate to knock you out when she's in that mindset. Why do you think she was undefeated throughout her entire boxing career? She's scary when she puts on a pair of boxing gloves!"

"Wade should be careful then . . ." Randy says with an unsure look on his face as he picked up a 50 lb. weight. "Monica looks like she's about to break his nose even more if she continues to punch the bag like that. She may miss it and hit his nose instead."

"You could be right, but do you see the look on Wade's face?" I ask as I point back to them. "He has a look of . . . of admiration on his face. Like's he amazed by Monica's intense attitude."

"I think he looks more stunned to tell you the truth. . . I guess he never realized that Monica had such fierceness in her," says Randy as he begins to do some curl ups. "Then again, I think I see a bit of arousal in his eyes too. He's probably thinking of something dirty in that skull of his."

"Oh stop it . . ." I say as I shake my head as I pick up a 15 lb. weight. "Keep talking like that and I'll make sure to bash this against your skull to shut you up."

"Aw . . . you're threatening me. Is someone getting emotional?" he asks me with a playful smirk on his face as he continues to do his curl ups. I slowly walk up to him threateningly with the weight raised above my head, a scowl stretching across my face as I neared him. Randy mocks my by playing scared, running away from me and to the door with a fake spooked expression on his face.

"Yeah . . . you better run!" I say as I continue to wave the weight above my head, instantly gaining the attention of my sister and her beau in the process.

"What's up with you two?" Wade asks with a curious look on his face as Monica finally gives the punching bag a break. "Have you finally gotten tired of the Viper that you are willing to kill him with a hit to the head with a blunt object? Do you know how much years in prison you'll serve for that?"

"Maybe . . . and I bet you they'll be nice to me in prison because I'm with child," I say with a shrug as Randy walks back over to me. "How long have you two been at the punching bag?"

"Oh . . . I think we've been at it for a good two hours now . . ." my sis tells me with a shrug. "I'm not really sure how long we've been at it, but I think two hours is a good estimate."

"You didn't punch Wade's lights out during that span did you?" asks Randy as he starts back up his curl-ups. "He looked kinda dazed when he was holding the punching bag for you."

"Oh shut it Orton," says Wade as he waved the shorter man off. "I wasn't dazed. I was just admiring Monica's precision and focus when she was punching out the bag. She knows how to do a punch, that's for sure."

"Tell me something Wade: Were naughty thoughts coming into your head?" asks Randy as a smirk came across his face. Wade's eyes widened for a split second before returning back to normal, signaling to the rest of us that what Randy said was probably true. "Ha . . . I got you there didn't I?"

"Oh fuck you Orton . . ." grumbles Wade as he punched the Viper right in the tattooed arm. "What I think about is my business and my business alone. . . ."

". . . Until the thought gets so loud that I end up hearing it . . ." says Monica as she slowly takes off her boxing gloves. "And trust me Wade; you sometimes broadcast your thoughts pretty loudly when I'm around."

"No I don't," Wade quickly says as he looked over the weight rack. "My thoughts do not get that loud."

"Yeah they do," says Monica as she places her hands on her hips. "Your thoughts do get pretty loud. I remember this one time we were lounging around in my tour bus when a certain thought of yours was loud enough that I could hear it. Do you remember this . . . ?"

Monica leaned her head to Wade's ear and whispered a few words low enough that neither me nor Randy could hear them. After a few seconds tick by, Monica moves away from a now wide-eyed Wade with a smirk on her face, as if she knows a dirty little secret of Wade's that he wouldn't want known to the public.

"Let's go . . ." Wade says quickly as he grabs Monica's hand and heads for the door. "We're getting out of here."

"Why?" Monica asks with a playful chuckle as she drags her feet in order to stop Wade from dragging her any further. "Where's the fire baby? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"Let's go . . . Don't argue with me," says Wade as a flustered look came across his face. "Just . . . let's go."

"Fine . . . But you better explain your change of attitude to me once we get out of here." Monica concedes playfully as she stops dragging her feet and let's Wade take her out the room, leaving Randy and I slightly confused.

"What . . . what was that about just now?" Randy asks me curiously as I place my weight back on the weight rack.

"I have no idea . . ." I say with a shrug as I shake my head. "Your guess is as good as mine."

Normal POV; Monday Night Raw

"Well that was a fun opening segment . . ." said Amanda as she and Randy walked into Evolution's locker room after finishing the show's opening segment "Mostly because Batista is going 'Hasta la vista baby!'. It'll be nice to see him gone for a while."

"Yeah . . . but who knows when he'll be back. Hopefully he comes back later rather than sooner," said Randy as he sat down on the couch and stretched out his legs. "I was wondering something. Do we have to go out of the country for events anytime soon? We have a few lined up this year right?"

"Yeah we do. Let me check the tour schedule . . ." said Amanda as she took out her phone and checked the roster schedule. "Ah . . . Here we go. It says here that we'll be traveling around the country for a couple more weeks before we have to do Raw, SmackDown, and a few house shows in Canada, and then we jet off to Japan for a three day house show tour in Tokyo and Osaka next month. We don't visit Australia till August and then we go to Malaysia for a two day stint in October."

"I heard the roster is going back to England again this year," said Randy as he adjusted the tape on his wrists. "Is that true, or is it just a rumor and I'm hearing things."

"Nope, it's true . . ." said Amanda as she shook her head. "The roster is heading back there in November as part of the European Tour, with Raw and SmackDown being hosted in Liverpool. That should be fun."

"Is there anything else notable on the calendar this year?" asked Randy as Amanda walked over to him. "Anything at all?"

"Well there is this one last thing you should know about," said Amanda with a smirk as she sat down on Randy's welcoming lap. "It says here that Survivor Series is going to be held in St. Louis this year babe."

"Really?" asked Randy as he raised an eyebrow. Amanda showed her phone's screen to him in order to show him the proof, which Randy couldn't help but smirk at. "Well what do you know? It is in St. Louis this year . . . Uh . . . Do you think I can convince the writers to make me captain of one of the teams? It's held in our hometown after all. It would be such a ratings booster if I was one of the captains this year."

"It's possible, but you're going to have to really convince them to do that, considering they usually have the scripts for the shows planned out like . . . months ahead of time," said Amanda as she rested her head on Randy's awaiting shoulder. "But hey, anything is possible in this business. You never know what you could expect. You can be at the top of the food chain one day, and be down with the bottom feeders the next."

"You got that right . . ." said Randy as he shook his head in agreement, one of his hands resting on Amanda's growing baby bump as he did. "Uh babe, how along in the pregnancy do you think you'll be when the European Tour comes around in November?"

"I'll probably be around seven to eight months pregnant by then," said Amanda as she did the math on her fingers. "Why'd you ask?"

"I'm just wondering if you can really handle flying between continents when your eight months pregnant, that's all . . ." said Randy as a thoughtful look came across his face. "You can probably make it through the Malaysia trip in October. It is for two days after all, but traveling for the European tour in November, when you're practically one month away from giving birth, I think that's pushing it a bit, don't you think? Especially when the European tours are pretty long, like, more than a week long babe."

"Hmm . . . you make a pretty good point. Flying while eight months does seem like a bit of a risk . . . But your mom and your ex did tell me that a pregnant vampire's body actually gets more resilient over time during the pregnancy. So, having a . . . 'sturdier' body does help things," said Amanda as she looked back on the memory. ". . . And besides, are you ready for us to be separated from each other for that long . . . again? Remember the last time we were separated for that long? I remember you had quite the bout with separation issues mister."

"I know, I know . . . ." said Randy as he rolled his eyes. "I hate it when I'm apart from you . . . and I don't want to be a continent away if something happens to you back here in the States. . . And it does kinda help to know that your body will become sturdier the further you get into the pregnancy . . . Well then I guess I'm left with no other option. You're definitely coming with me to Europe! There will be no ifs, ands, or buts about it. You hear me?"

"Fine by me . . ." said Amanda with a smile as she pecked his lips. "Besides, I hate to be away from you too. . . Plus, I can keep an eye on you. Who knows what craven, gold digging woman may try to flirt with you if I'm not there."

"Oh . . . do I sense a hint of jealousy in your tone . . ." said Randy with a childish smile on his face as he looked down at his mate. Amanda instantly retaliated by slapping Randy right in the chest. "Oh . . . I see I'm not the only overprotective one in this relationship. You're just as bad as me babe, admit it!"

"I'll never admit such a thing." Amanda countered as she did her pout. "And you can't make me!"

"Yes I can," said Randy as he let a mischievous smirk come across his face. ". . . I can make you admit it."

"How so . . .?" asked Amanda, just as the door opened to let Batista in. Randy instantly grimaced while Amanda looked on with a passive look on her face. "Oh Dave . . . I thought you had left already."

"Nope . . . I just have to grab my things and then I'm off to the airport," said Dave as he grabbed his bags from off a nearby bench. Once he had them in his hand, he looked up at the vampire couple and instantly noticed Randy's hand on Amanda's Baby bump. "Oh yeah . . . this is your last night to appear publicly for the company isn't it Amanda?"

"Uh yeah . . ." said Amanda as she looked at the man unsurely while Randy looked at Dave with a suspicious look in his eye. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering . . ." said Batista with a shrug as he headed for the door. "Besides . . . Randy, I bet you're a little upset that you won't have your good luck charm with you at ringside. But who knows what could happen backstage. It could be just as dangerous as the ring you know."

"Oh shut the fuck up Dave," grumbled Randy as he pulled Amanda closer to his chest. "I don't need your crap right now."

"I was just giving you a heads up . . ." said Dave as he let out a small chuckle. "Don't get defensive on me. You're the one that's protective of 'Manda and all. I figured you could use a bit of advice."

"I don't need your advice . . ." said Randy as he shot daggers at him. "Now why don't you get your ass out of here? Don't you have a plane to catch?"

"That I do . . ." said Dave as he opened up the door. "I'll see you guys again soon enough. Bye Amanda! And Randy . . . Don't let that itty bitty temper of yours get you into trouble! Bad things usually happen when that temper overpowers you. You do have a history with your anger, especially recently. I've heard about the Sergei incident from Hunter . . . You were that close to death were you 'Manda?"

At the mere mention of the dead Romanian's name, Randy's hands clenched into fists, but due to the fact that Amanda was sitting right on his lap, he couldn't move a muscle to beat Batista into a bloody pulp. Luckily for him, he didn't have to. Amanda had that covered.

"Owwww . . . !" exclaimed Batista as he clutched his aching temple, a blistering headache suddenly overcoming him as he winced in pain. Randy let a small smirk come across his face as he turned to his mate, her eyes narrowed at Batista in a pissed manner as she slowly cocked her head to the side, her eyes slowly turning red.

"Batissta . . . leave . . . now!" commanded Amanda as her voice took on the serpentine hiss that was a defining part of her Anaconda mindset. Randy couldn't help but chuckle at the freaked out expression on Dave's face, since this was the first time that Dave had ever seen Amanda like this. He only nodded his head in complete compliance before leaving the room. Amanda made sure to stop Dave's headache before she let out a small breath. She then turned to Randy, who had a look of admiration on his face. "What issss it?"

"I like it when you get commanding . . ." said Randy as he brought a hand to her cheek. "Plus, you went into the Anaconda mindset, and your eyes didn't go red."

"It didn't . . .?" asked Amanda as her voice returned to normal. "Dang . . . my hormones must be out of whack then because that never happens."

"It possibly could be . . ." said Randy as he brushed his thumb against her cheek. "Are you okay?"

'I'll be fine . . . I just didn't liked to be reminded of you know who, that's all . . ." said Amanda as Randy pecked her on her other cheek.

"You and me both . . ." said Randy as he brought their foreheads together. "But he's gone now, and we don't have to worry about him okay?"

"Okay . . ." said Amanda as she pecked him on his lips, just as a small knocking sound came from the door, which made them both groan in annoyance. "Who is it?"

"It's me . . ." said John as he tapped his knuckles against the door. "Hunter just wants to talk to Randy to go over what's going to happen at the end of Raw tonight."

"Great . . . duty calls," muttered the Viper as Amanda slid off his lap and onto the couch cushion. "I'll be right back."

"I know you will . . ." said Amanda as she kissed his lips before he could stand up. "Have fun."

"I'll try, but if I don't get back here in twenty minutes, send a rescue team after me . . ." said Randy as he walked over to the door. Amanda let out a small chuckle at his joke as he walked out the room, her eyes now going to the TV screen to watch the current match that was showing on TV.

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