Chapter 26: Look out for Lesnar

Amanda's POV

"Your grand aunt is a really nice lady 'Manda," says the young girl to my left as we stroll out onto the sidewalk. "How come you don't pay her a visit that often?"

"It's the same reason why Randy doesn't get to see you that often throughout most of the year," I say with a smirk as I turn back to face the tall gray apartment building that was right behind us. "Our jobs with the WWE prevent us from being in one location for long. We have to travel in order to showcase our talents in the ring for the public."

"Why can't your bosses just have events taped in one place?" Alanna asks me with a small pout as I look out into the taxi covered road. "Is it that hard just to stay in one location?"

"It would be more convenient . . ." I mused with a smirk as I put a hand under my chin. "But that wouldn't be fair to the other cities and countries that want to have the chance to see a WWE show playing out in their area, now would it? Plus it would be pretty hard to pick only one city as the WWE's permanent location."

"No . . . it wouldn't be fair," mumbles Alanna as she shakes her head. "Plus, I guess it wouldn't be fair to you guys on the roster just to stay in one place for a long time instead of traveling around the world in order to do your shows. That would be really boring now would it?"

"It would . . ." I say with a smirk as I crossed my arms. "But after traveling for over more than a decade like me and your father have, you get really used to it. And speaking of your father, where is he? His practice ended a good hour ago and he shouldn't have taken that long to get here."

"Maybe the New York traffic got to him and he stuck on the road . . ." suggests Alanna as she looks down the sidewalk. "Oh there he is 'Manda! He's coming right now!"

I turn to look in the direction Alanna was looking at to see Randy walking up from around a corner dressed in a gray t-shirt, black jeans, black sneakers, and a pair of sunglasses that oddly looked like Cody's, which instantly makes me a little suspicious since he didn't really like Cody's taste in sunglasses in the first place.

"Hey you two!" he says with a small smirk as he finally reaches us. "How were you guys while I've been gone?"

"We were fine. 'Manda's grand aunt is a very nice lady," Alanna answers him as she shook her head. "Her chocolate chip cookies are amazing."

"Aw man . . . your aunt was offering cookies?" Randy asks me with a smirk as he leans in to peck my cheek. "I should have been here then. Chocolate chip is my favorite."

"Uh huh . . ." I say with a shake of my head as I narrow my eyes at him. "Uh Randy . . . Aren't those Cody's sunglasses on your face?"

"Yeah they are . . ." he tells me with a shake of his head as he takes Alanna's hand. "I'm borrowing them for a few hours . . . My last pair broke remember?"

"No . . . you left your last pair back in St. Louis at our house, right on top of one of the dressers," I say with a shake of my head. "They're perfectly fine."

"I did? Well then, thank the heavens they're not broken then," he says with a chuckle as he turns to the side for just a second. . . . And that's when I see the reddish swelling under his left eye.

"Randy . . . what happened to you during your practice today?" I ask as I sent him a hard gaze. "And don't try to lie to me. We both know that lying is no good against me mister."

"Now why would I lie to you, babe? Don't you trust me?" Randy asks me with a small smirk on his face as he tried to pull me into his arms, but I didn't budge an inch. "Nothing happened to me during practice."

"Uh huh . . . then how come you got that bit of swelling under your left eye hmm?" I ask knowingly as I reached for his sunglasses, but he instantly backs away so that I wouldn't touch him. "If you had nothing to hide, you wouldn't be backing away?"

"I don't have anything to hide . . ." he tells me as he scrunches up his nose. "I just realized that you two smell a lot like cat. Alanna, you smell a little like wet cat."

"I helped 'Manda's grand aunt to wash her cat . . ." Alanna says with a smile as she shrugs her shoulders. "It turns out Ms. Lulu really likes to take bubble baths."

"Ms. Lulu?" asks Randy as he turns to me.

"Yes . . . that's my grand aunt cat's name. Deal with it," I say with a shrug as I fan my cat scent over to him. "And don't try to use my grand aunt's cat as your excuse not to explain why you have some pretty bad swelling under your eye. . . . Now, what happened to you during practice?"

"Do you really want to know?" mumbles Randy as he puts his hands in his pockets. "You're not going to like my story once you hear it."

"I already don't like the fact that you're trying so hard to hide something from me," I say with a smirk as I begin walking down the sidewalk. "How bad is your story?"

"Um . . . for starters," mumbles Randy as he and Alanna follow after me. "Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman are both involved."

"Aw daddy . . ." says Alanna with a disapproving shake of her head. "Don't tell me you decided to pick a fight with that big baddie."

"I didn't pick a fight with him . . ." says Randy as he shakes his head right back at her. "Technically, he was trying to pick a fight with me."

"He was?" I ask as I raise an eyebrow. "Why would he want to do that? Better question: why in the world was Brock Lesnar at practice today. Paul Heyman I can kinda understand, but Lesnar, not quite."

"Lesnar's is here in New York to meet with the higher ups," answers Randy as we make our way over to nearby Washington Square Park. "He just signed a contract that'll have him facing John for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship at SummerSlam in August."

"No way!" says Alanna as he looks at her father wide eyed. "He gets the match just like that?"

"I have to agree with Alanna on that one . . ." I say as we quickly cross the street before a green van could turn the corner. "Hunter is just going to give Brock the match just like that, despite the fact that he hasn't been appearing for the brand for months now?"

"Yep . . . him and Heyman are calling it Plan C," grumbles Randy as he rubs a hand across his scruffy chin. "So after the contract was agreed on, it was only natural for that oversized brute Lesnar and his mouse of a manager Heyman to come down to the ring where me and the guys currently were to rub it in John's face. And that's when things got . . . a little dicey."

"Dicey . . . How so?" I ask with a small scrunch of my eyebrows as we passed by a deli.

"Well, before I say anything else, I'm going to make things clear from here on out," says Randy as he brought his free hand to his chest. "I didn't throw the first punch. It was all Lesnar."

"Lesnar punched you in the eye didn't he?" I ask as I narrow my eyes at him.

"Yep . . . and I did nothing to provoke him. Absolutely nothing," he tells me with a defiant shake of his head. "I was just in my own thoughts when I felt his fist connect with my face. I was so stunned by it that I fell onto the barricade."

"Did it hurt?" asks Alanna as she shot her father an unsure look.

"It cracked a few bones in my skull, but it didn't really hurt that much," says Randy as he did a small shrug. "What really got me angry was the look Brock shot me as he stood on the entrance ramp."

"You tried to lunge for the man didn't you?" I say with a smirk as we crossed another street.

"Yes . . . I was very pissed off and I tried to lunge for the guy, but Cody, Wade, and John stopped me before I could really get to him . . . at first," says Randy as a sheepish look came across his face. "Once they thought I calmed down well enough, they loosened their grip on me . . . But then I broke free and decked Brock in the back of his head, sending him right into the steel ramp below us."

"Randy . . . you know that temper of yours gets you in trouble," I say with a groan as I scratched the back of my neck. "You could have just walked away and did nothing, but no, you just had to deck Lesnar, Brock 'The Beast Incarnate' Lesnar, before you left the scene."

"I know, I know . . . it was a bad mistake on my part," he tells me as we walk by a fellow couple as they pushed their baby stroller down the way we came from. "But he had it coming . . . and I can handle him. I know I can."

"Alright . . . if you say so . . ." I say with a shake of my head as I looked down at my baby bump. "I just hope that our child doesn't end up with your bad temper. It's already a struggle to deal with your bad temper. I don't want the child to follow in your footsteps in that direction."

"Fair enough . . ." said Randy in slight agreement as we stopped at a busy intersection, the park directly in our sights across the street. "I wouldn't want our child to have my temper either. Alanna is enough."

"Hey!" exclaims Alana as she shot her father a hurt look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You have a pretty bad temper yourself Alanna . . ." Randy tells her simply as he crossed his arms. "Remember when you went over to your friend Savannah's for a play date. You flushed one of her dolls down the toilet because she wouldn't let you play with it."

"Oh yeah . . ." says Alanna as a look of realization came across her face. "That was pretty bad. Why did you give me your bad temper daddy?"

"I guess it couldn't be helped . . ." says Randy as he shakes his head as the light turned green.

"Okay then . . . can we see the damage from Lesnar's punch daddy? I'm curious." Alanna suddenly asks him as we cross the street.

"You can see it once we get back to the bus." says Randy as we quickly cross the street.

"But it's going to heal by then . . ." I say as I comb my fingers through my hair.

"Not quite . . . I'll explain it to you once we get back okay?" says Randy as shakes his head. "For now, we have a tour of Manhattan to get through."

Normal POV

The tour Alanna, Amanda, and Randy went on took longer than expected. When Alanna said she wanted to see all of Manhattan, she meant ALL of Manhattan. The group ended up circumnavigating Manhattan, from Harlem to Battery Park City. It was 6:00 in the afternoon when they finally reached their bus with McDonald's' bags in hand. They walked into their bus to see Hal sleeping on the bottom bunk with an old ESPN magazine on his face.

"At least we know that he likes to read sports magazines before getting a good night sleep," said Amanda with a smirk as Alanna walked over to the table to dine on her food. "Randy . . . you better eat quickly. Showtime starts in an hour and you still have to get dressed for the ring."

"Already on it . . ." said Randy through a mouthful of Big Mac as he sat down next to his daughter with his burger in hand. Amanda only shook her head at him before sitting down across from the two. She put her bag on the table and took out her food, which included a Big Mac of her own. . . She wasn't a salad kind of girl.

"So . . . Mr. Viper, care to show us that shinier you got from Lesnar?" asked Amanda as she began to pluck at her fries. "I've been dying to see what it looks like, but you've kept it well hidden under Cody's sunglasses all this time."

"Take them off daddy . . ." said Alanna as she pleaded with her father. "I'm curious to see it too."

"Fine . . . but in my opinion, you two should have probably asked me to do this after you've eaten your dinner," said Randy as he reached for the sunglasses. He took them off to reveal his bad left eye, which was almost completely swollen shut, his left eye barely seen through all the swelling. Along with the reddish bruising was some black and purple bruise marks around his eye, which was neatly hidden by Cody's oversized sunglasses. "Ta da . . ."

"Wow . . ." said Alanna as she looked at her father's usually-handsome-turned-momentarily-disfigured face in wide eyed fascination. "You look horrible daddy."

"Oh . . . it's not that bad . . ." said Randy as he waved her off. "To be honest, I didn't even notice it throughout the day. Well . . . except when I try to see out of my left eye, then things get a little blurry."

"I think it's a . . . different look for you . . ." said Amanda as she bit into her burger as she shot her beau a rather unsure look. "But what I'm wondering is why hasn't it healed yet? You had some blood this morning so the healing process should have been quick. It should have been happening in minutes to be precise."

"Yeah I know . . . and this is when I tell you the other part of my disastirous time at practice this morning," said Randy as he ate a fry. "After I walked up the ramp and went backstage, I instantly ran into Hunter, who actually watched everything that happened around the ring through one of the monitors by the gorilla position. He saw the shiner that was starting to show and thought it would be a good look for me . . . Then he dragged me over to Natalya and ordered to her to create a potion that would stop the healing process in a vampire. And as you can see, it worked . . . I'm supposed to go back to Natalya before show time starts to get the neutralization potion to stop the stopping potion she gave me earlier."

"Oh . . . so walking around with the Hunchback of Notre Dame's face was your punishment for attacking Lesnar?" asked Amanda as she took a sip of her soda.

"Yep . . . pretty much . . ." said Randy as he finished the last of his burger. "And you got to admit babe. I make a swollen eye look good."

"Uh huh . . ." said Amanda as she took out her phone and took a photo of Randy's damaged mug. "Let's just see how much social media will say about this once I post this photo up online."

"You wouldn't dare . . ." grumbled Randy as he narrowed his eyes at her, which was pretty hard for his damaged left eye.

"Don't worry . . . I'm not doing that to you," said Amanda as she showed him the photo. "But do you really think you make this look, look good."

"Yeah . . . I'm now reconsidering that now that I've seen this photo." said Randy as he shook his head. "I'm going to head out now. I'm putting my soda in the fridge and you two can split my fries amongst yourselves. Don't give Hal any."

"Well that's mean . . ." grumbled Hal as he moved his magazine from off his face. "And by the way: nice shiner Randy. It's nice to see your pretty boy face messed up once in a while."

"Thanks for the support Hal . . ." mumbled Randy as he got up to his feet. He quickly put his side in the fridge before pecking 'Manda on the lips and pecking Alanna on her forehead before making his way off the bus and toward the backstage entryway, with his duffle bag in hand and Cody's sunglasses on his face of course.

"Hey Randy!" called Cody as he suddenly ran over to him from out of nowhere, completely dressed in his Stardust regalia. "I see my sunglasses have been serving you pretty well today."

"Yeah Cody . . . you're sunglasses have been quite the lifesaver," said Randy as he shook his head in gratitude. "I owe you one for this . . . I'll give these back to you after my visit with Natalya."

"Alright then . . . but you better watch your back," advised Cody as he stopped in his tracks as Randy moved forward. "Lesnar is still here and he's been looking for you ever since he woke up from the punch you gave him to the head earlier."

"I figured as much . . ." was all Randy said as he turned the corner. He continued to walk down the hallway till he spotted Natalya standing by the door of the Divas locker room with a small gray vial in her hand, which Randy couldn't help but smirk at. "Is that for me?"

"Yes it is . . ." said Natalya as she threw him the vial, which he caught in his free hand. "I hope you learned your lesson mister."

"Oh I have . . ." said Randy as he walked past her to get to the Authority's locker room down the hall. "I promise."

Once he reached his door, he walked inside to see that it was completely empty. He quickly drank up the contents of the vial and changed his clothes. He wrapped his tape around his wrists, laced up his boots, and applied his usual amount of baby oil before checking out his appearance. He let out a small breath of relief to see that his left eye had completely healed in the span of just a few minutes and then walked out the room. He made his way over to the men's main locker room to see all his friends gathered around Ted, who was already having another vision.

"What's he said so far?" asked Randy as he walked over to the group with Cody's sunglasses in hand.

"He's basically having a vision about some of the upcoming events on Raw," explained Edge as he looked at Randy from over his shoulder. "So far . . . he's seen Steph get arrested, Brie making an appearance, some of the Battleground matches, some stuff happening between AJ and Paige, conflict between the Funkadactyls . . ."

"Nothing on SummerSlam yet?" asked Randy as he handed Cody his sunglasses.

"Nothing . . ." said Ted as his eyes rolled back to their normal position. "Sorry John . . . I came up empty when it comes to SummerSlam."

"That's okay . . ." said John as he shrugged it off. He then turned to Randy, who looked a little confused. "I wanted Ted to see if Heyman was going to try something during the match, but looks like I just have to wait and see."

"You should be worrying about me also . . . as well as Kane," said Randy with a smirk as he crossed his arms. "Hunter may have us try to get you to lose, as well as Heyman."

"I'm not going to worry about you two too much . . ." said John as he put on his baseball cap. "Besides . . . I don't think Hunter would want to risk you two going out there when Brock's in the ring. He may kick both of your asses before you guys get a chance to interfere. You know as well as I do that Brock doesn't like to be interfered with when he's in rampage mode."

"John's got you there lassie . . ." said Sheamus as he shook his head. "It wouldn't be the wisest decision.'

"So I've heard . . ." said Randy as he shook his head. "So, Brock is still here looking for me huh?"

"Yep . . . he was quite pissed when he came around and saw that you were nowhere to be found," said Kofi as he shook his head. "He almost took Amann's head off as soon as he heard that you had left MSG."

"Do any of you guys know where Lesnar is now?" asked Randy as he looked around the group. "I don't feel like having my right eye getting the same treatment that my left got."

"Last time I saw him, he was heading for catering." said Wade as he shook his head, just as he noticed Ziggler walking into the room. "Hey Ziggler, do you know where Lesnar went off to?"

"Um yeah . . . last time I saw him, he was heading to the lot where the tour buses are," answered Dolph as he walked over to his locker. "He mentioned something about finding Orton at his tour bus and confronting him there."

"That's not good . . ." mumbled Ted as he noticed that Randy suddenly went stiff. "Is Amanda and Alanna still there?"

"Yeah . . . they are," said Randy, his voice sounding almost robotic as he started making his way to the door. "If you excuse me, I'll be right back."

"I'll come with you!" called Cody as he followed after him. The two quickly made their way back to the parking lot and over to Randy's bus, which looked normal from the outside. The two walked onto the bus to see that Hal was nowhere to be found, Alanna on her bunk bed playing with her new toys, and Amanda sitting at the table watching the news on TV, like everything was alright.

"Oh great, you guys are fine . . ." said Randy as he let out a relieved breath of air, startling the two from their activities. "You had me worried for a second. . . Where's Hal?"

"Out playing poker with some of the other bus drivers . . . and worried about what?" asked Amanda as she raised an eyebrow. "Are you talking about Lesnar?"

"Yeah . . . he was coming out here to the bus to confront Randy, but I guess he's nowhere to be found," said Cody as he crossed his arms. "Did you see him?"

"Yep . . . I spotted him walking toward the bus. He spotted me in the window . . ." said Amanda as she shrugged her shoulders. "He then did the classic 'I got my eyes on you sign' right at me before hopping into a nearby SUV and leaving the scene."

"Oh great Randy . . . your sneak attack on Lesnar ended up making your mate a target," said Cody with sarcasm evident in his voice. Randy wasn't having any of it as he sent Cody a hard start, which Cody slowly looked away from. He then turned to Alanna, who was creepily eyeballing him as if she was staring at an alien. ". . . and why are you looking at me like that Alanna."

"You look creepy with that makeup on." answered the young girl as she continued to eyeball him. "I bet you give little kids nightmares at night after they watch you on TV."

"I'm leaving now . . ." was all Cody said before walking off the bus. Randy let out a small chuckle before following after him, but Amanda's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Randy . . ." she called out to him as she got out of her seat. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine now . . . Hearing that Lesnar was coming to the bus just spooked me a little that's all . . ." said Randy as Amanda reached him. "I'll be okay . . . I promise."

"That's good to hear . . ." said Amanda with a smirk. Since Randy was on the stairs, she had to lean her head down to reach his face, giving a deep kiss to the lips before sending him on his way. "Alanna and I will be inside in just a few minutes. Now get back in there and do your job."

"Yes ma'am . . ." said Randy with a smirk as he leaned up to give her another kiss. He pecked her forehead before departing the bus, leaving a smirking Anaconda, and a smirking and eavesdropping daughter, in his wake.

Well now . . . Lesnar heading to the bus certainly scared Randy for a minute huh?

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