Raw: February 15, 2010

Tonight is the last Raw before Elimination Chamber. We will find out who is the last Diva to qualify for the Women's Championship one in the match between Eve and Nikki Bella.

I honestly hope it's Eve. As much as I love Nikki, I wanted Eve inside the Elimination Chamber. I still wanted to get my hands on Eve more, and I didn't think there was a better chance than this Elimination Chamber. It's not like Eve was in the Divas Championship tournament any more anyway. I had personally made sure of that.

Maryse was still in it though. Maryse was gonna face Gail Kim in the finals of the tournament this Sunday at Elimination Chamber. I wouldn't ever take anything away from Gail's skills in the ring, but I felt confident that Maryse had a high chance of winning the tournament and becoming Divas Champion again. I wanted that so much for her.

The reality was though, that I needed to be more focused on myself. I needed to win this Elimination Chamber match on Sunday. The only other person could afford to be remotely focused on is Randy, which is why I was looking for him at the moment.

I found Randy taking a nap in our locker-room, and it looks like I'll be waking him up.

I nudge his shoulder. "Randy…Randy...Randal Keith Orton get your ass up!"

Randy didn't move much but just enough for me to know he was half awake. I roll my eyes before getting an idea.

"Oh well I guess I've got to get myself out of these clothes to change with no one to help me at all." I smirk to myself. "What a shame. Guess if I've got no help, I'll just focus on Eve's match tonight instead of Randy's.

Randy's eyes darted open. "You need help getting out of clothes?"

I smile at him. "No but you need to get up."

Randy looks at me tired and annoyed. "Why?"

"You have a match tonight to get ready. Last I recalled, you were facing Sheamus tonight."

"Doesn't mean I need to get up."

I cross my arms. "Get up, asshole."

"Fine." Randy gets off the couch and shoves me onto it.

"Hey! What are you…" I get cut off by Randy kissing me.

Randy is such a pain in the ass sometimes, but his kissing makes me weak for him. Man, I was putty for Randy, and we both knew it. Randy's hands roam up to the shirt I'm wearing. He removes my shirt. I remove his shirt.

Randy smirks at me. "Well I don't think you'd need any help getting out of clothes now. I like having you shirtless like this."

I look down at Randy's trunks and notice his boner. I don't say a word, but I look back up at him. I can tell by the look on Randy's face that he knows I noticed it.

Randy looks at me, almost embarrassed. "I'm going to go relieve that."

I grab Randy's shoulder to stop him. "Wait a second, Mr. Orton. Who said I wasn't in the mood for that?"

"You never are at work."

"I am today."

Randy smirks at me. "I don't understand you. This is a bit out of character for you."

"You will never understand me entirely. You know that." I smile at him. "But what we both should understand is that we both have got needs, Randy. It's natural. You've got only two options, you let me do what I'm offering and help you or you handle it by yourself. The choice is yours, Mr. Orton."

Randy lets out a heavy breath. "You, my sweet girl, are not even close to knowing the effect you have on me."

"Are you saying I can do it?"

"Do we have enough time? Do you have time?"

"We've got time, Randy. We've definitely got time."

"Well, in that case, I won't be stopping you."

"Smart man." I remove Randy's trunks and proceed to help my man with his needs.

"You are so talented, you know that?" Randy quietly tells me as we walk together.

"I'm aware I'm talented. It's what got me this job." I smirk at Randy.

"Very talented in many things, not even just things that help with this job." Randy takes a deep breath. "I think I'm still recovering from that. You did a number on me."

"You had needs. I was just helping."

"And it's appreciated." Randy looks at my face."If you plan on showing your face during Eve's match, you should fix your makeup first."

"Did you mess it up?"

"Maybe a little. At least we already fixed your hair."

"You really got me doing anything for you."

"Don't act like you didn't volunteer. I was going to take care of it myself. But thank you. I'm gonna treat you when we get to the hotel later. I appreciate it."

"Randy!" John says as we past him. "Where have you been?"

"Excuse me." Randy crosses his arms. "But my woman was helping me with something."

"What exactly was...Rissa and you were going at it in the locker-room?"

"I'm right here. You know?" I roll my eyes. "Don't act like you don't see me here."

"You went along with that at work?"

"Not the first time. Won't be the last."

"You're so damn good at it too." Randy kisses my neck. "It was very appreciated like I said."

"Michelle never goes along with that when I want to at work, and I've got a bus."

"I am not Chelle." I shrug. "How much do we need to establish that Randy and I are more interesting than you two are? To rub it in a little more, I told Randy I'd take care of his needs. I got to go, Randy. See you later."

Randy gives me a knowing look. "Can I have my needs satisfied again after?"

"Maybe later, it might be at the hotel this time."

"Works for me. Have fun, sweetheart!"

"That's the plan, Randy. I'm going to have fun. I just gotta fix my makeup first."

She looks good to me

She's got everything I want

She's got everything I need…

"The following Divas match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado, Eve Torres!"

You can look, but you can't touch
You keep dreaming on the stars above…

"And her opponent, accompanied to the ring by Brie, from Scottsdale, Arizona, Nikki Bella!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Michelle, Layla, and I watch from backstage as the pair of women lock up in the ring.

Michelle turns to me. "So what's the plan?"

I shrug. "There's not much of one tonight. I just want to stir up a little drama if Eve wins. That's all."

"You stir up a little drama? Never." Michelle comments sarcastically.

"You're no better." I respond with an eye roll.

"So are you going to the last ECW episode tomorrow too?" Layla asks me. "I heard you were."

I nod. "Yeah, I'm scheduled for that too. From my understanding, it's the two of us and Beth in a Triple Threat on there tomorrow."

"That's what I'd heard too. Just verifying it with you."

"So they're splitting us all up tomorrow then between ECW and SmackDown?" Michelle questions. "Sounds like it'll be you two and Beth doing ECW, and me, Mickie, and whoever wins this doing SmackDown."

I shrug. "I mean theoretically, someone could pull double duty. It's not like they aren't getting filmed back-to-back in the same place."

"Is that you suggesting you might find an excuse to show up to SmackDown tomorrow too?"

"I definitely wouldn't rule it out."

Eve hits Nikki with a DDT before going up to the top turnbuckle and hitting her with a Moonsault as well. Eve pins Nikki.

1…2…3!

"Here is your winner, Eve Torres!"

"I guess that answers who's the final Diva in the match." Layla remarks. "So that's us three, Mickie, Beth, and Eve then. Sounds like an interesting match."

"Every woman for herself." Michelle adds.

I don't respond to my two friends, instead I walk out on stage as Eve is gloating in the ring. Eve stops and stares me down from the ring. I smirk at her. We had lots to finish at Elimination Chamber this Sunday.