{Chapter 10}
Isabella was walking and talking with Maria and Ashley when she saw Randy holding an ice pack to his eye by the medic station. “Excuse me, ladies,” she said and headed over to him. “Randy, what happened?”
He peeled the ice pack away revealing a black eye. The ice had brought the swelling down and he would thankfully be able to see during his match. “Ken,” he grunted.
“Ken did this,” she asked pulling his face down so that she could survey the damage. Randy nodded and winced when she touched it. It didn’t really hurt anymore, but he wanted her sympathy. “Why would he do this?”
“I don’t know,” Randy lied. “He grumbled something about staying away from his sister and stormed off.”
“Well, keep that ice pack on it until your match,” Isabella sighed. “I need to find a certain blonde loudmouth.”
“Will I see you after the show,” Randy asked before she could walk away. “I may need a nurse to take care of me.”
“Of course,” she replied with a smile and kissed him softly before heading off to find Kennedy.
Ashley and Maria watched the whole thing, knowing that Randy was lying through his teeth. When Isabella walked away they both approached him. Randy saw the women and smiled wide.
“Come to lavish some attention on the wounded man,” he asked.
“Cut the shit, Orton,” Ashley said crossing her arms across her chest.
“Yeah, we know what you’re up to, Randy,” Maria said mimicking Ashley’s stance. “Izzy’s not some dumb ring rat.”
“Or a Diva you’ve loosened up with tons of alcohol. She’ll see through your shit soon and when she does you’ll be on your ass,” Ashley added.
“Ladies,” Randy said tossing the ice pack away and wrapping an arm around each woman. “You’re just jealous because you had your chance with me and now you’ve lost it.” Ashley and Maria let out exasperated grunts. “Face it, ladies, you’re beautiful and all…but quite frankly you’re yesterday’s news.” Both women were seething. “Isabella is…well…she’s perfection. Why would I bother with second rate when I could have top of the line.”
“Randy,” Ashley said. “You should really stop talking now.”
“Why’s that,” he asked oblivious to the two angry women at his side.
“This is why,” Maria said stomping on his foot as hard as she could. He doubled over hopping on one foot, holding his now sore and possibly broken foot.
“Second rate,” Ashley growled. “How’s this for second rate?” She grabbed his head and smashed it into his knee causing him to fall backwards hard. Both women towered over him as he lay on the floor slightly stunned.
“Ladies, can we talk about this,” he asked when he saw both of them raise their feet. Maria wore a pair of stiletto heels. Ashley wore a pair of combat boots.
“No,” both women replied and proceed to kick him repeatedly. Maria made extra sure to grind her heel into his side as much as possible. When they were satisfied with the damage they had caused they walked away happily chattering about what they would be doing for their segment on the show.
Randy groaned in pain, getting to his feet. It was then that he heard the snickering. He turned around and groaned, hanging his head. Hunter and Shawn had seen the whole thing and were now laughing at his misfortune. The ribbing would be endless.
“Who would have thought, Shawn, the Legend Killer got his ass handed to him by two WOMEN,” Hunter snickered. Shawn was doubled over wiping tears from his eyes and trying to catch his breath.
“Laugh it up, assholes,” Randy growled and stormed away.
“Randy wait,” Shawn called finally able to speak. “Do you need a couple of bodyguards? There might be more Divas lurking about!” Hunter had to lean against the wall for support he was laughing so hard.
~*~
Isabella found Kennedy talking to Cena and Jeff. She walked right up to him, grabbing his arm and spinning him around to face him. “Izzy, what the fu…” was all he got out before her fist connected with his face. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“That’s for Randy,” she said glaring at him.
“Izzy, I think you should know…” Jeff began, but when she turned her glare on him he stopped.
“Izzy, you didn’t hear what he was saying…” She slapped her hand over Kennedy’s mouth.
“When you came into the diner I thought you were some crackpot,” she said as calmly as she could. “When you told me you could possibly be my brother I had mixed feelings. If that test reveals that you are indeed my brother…and listen closely if you expect to remain part of my life…stay the fuck out of my personal life! Got it?”
“Yes,” Kennedy replied, holding his throbbing jaw. “May I say something now?” Isabella nodded.
“Uh…Ken…maybe I should explain things to Izzy,” Cena said.
“No, John, I’m the one who punched Randy,” Kennedy said pulling Isabella down the hall a little.
Cena and Jeff watched as Kennedy explained his actions to Isabella. She listened for a while before she slapped him across the face and stalked off. Cena and Jeff cringed at this, shaking their heads.
“Guess that didn’t go well,” Jeff said.
“Oh I don’t know,” Cena said. “Could have been worse.”
“He could have gotten his ass kicked like Randy did,” came Shawn’s amused voice from behind them. Hunter was once again laughing his ass off.
“Say what now,” Cena asked.
“Ma…Maria and Ashley kicked Randy’s ass,” Hunter choked out between chuckles before going on to explain things to the men.
~*~
“I can not believe that man,” Isabella fumed as she stormed down the hall. It was then that she realized that she had wandered back to the medic station. Once again she saw Randy, but he was in worse condition than before. “Randy,” she said joining him. “What happened?”
Randy looked at her and groaned, wondering if this conquest was worth all the abuse that he was taking. He looked into her concerned hazel eyes and sighed. “It’s not important,” he said groaning. His body hurt, but he still had a match that night. Aside from the black eye he showed no outward signs of injury.
“You poor thing,” she said taking his arm and slinging it around her neck. “Come on. I’ll give you a nice massage until it’s time for your match.”
“Maybe I should get hurt more often,” Randy smirked.
“Don’t be cheeky,” she said nudging him in the ribs with her elbow as she helped him to his locker room. He cringed as she managed to hit the exact spot where Maria’s stiletto had practically impaled him. “You just tell me where it hurts and I’ll rub it for you. All right?”
“That depends,” he replied with a small smirk. “If I tell you where it REALLY hurts will you still rub it?”
“Get in there and lie down,” she said shoving him through the door with a chuckle.
~*~
“Have you seen Randy at all, John,” Jeff asked Cena. “Our match is up next and I haven’t seen him since Ken socked him.”
“Did you try his locker room,” Cena asked. Jeff sighed and shook his head. “Come on. I’ll walk you there.”
Together the two men headed down the hall to Randy’s locker room. Jeff raised his hand to knock, but dropped it when he heard a noise from inside. He pressed his ear to the door and listened, his eyes wide.
“Jeff, that’s rude,” Cena said. “What do you hear?” He pressed his ear to the door and listened, his eyes also going wide.
“Oh God, Isabella,” the heard Randy groan. “Damn, baby.” They heard Isabella giggle and murmur something they couldn’t make out. “Oh yeah, right there, baby. That’s it.”
“Guys,” Kennedy said coming upon Cena and Jeff listening at Randy’s locker room door. Both men nearly jumped out of their skin. “What are you doing?”
“Hey, Ken,” Jeff said chuckling nervously. “What…what are we doing?”
“That’s what I asked,” Kennedy replied with a small smile.
“Well, that’s a good question,” Cena replied with a chuckle. “You see…we…”
“We…weren’t listening to what sounds like Randy having sex with Izzy,” Jeff said. Cena slapped his forehead and ran his hand down his face.
Kennedy’s smile fell and was replaced by a scowl. “Now, Ken, listen,” Cena said seeing that Kennedy was close to breaking down the door. Just as Cena said that they could hear a loud groan come from inside the locker room and Isabella giggling.
“That’s not what I wanted you to hear,” Cena said grabbing Kennedy when he took a step toward the door. “Jeff, get Randy’s ass out of there for your match. Ken, buddy, we should go get you some nice cold water. Yes, you need to cool down.” With that he dragged Kennedy away, though it was a harder task than he thought it would be.
With a sigh Jeff knocked on the door. Randy poked his head out and scowled at him. “What do you want, Jeff,” he demanded.
“It’s almost time for our match,” Jeff replied. “Please tell me you’re not naked.” Only Randy’s torso was visible.
Realizing what Jeff must think Randy smirked. “Wish I could, but I’d hate to lie to you, buddy,” he said.
Jeff shuddered. “Well, get some pants on and get your ass to Gorilla. We got until the end of commercials.”
“Oh hey Jeff,” Isabella said poking her head out. She squeezed out past Randy and then turned back to him and placed a kiss on his lips. “I need to find a monitor to watch you in action.”
“We weren’t done yet,” he pouted, knowing that Jeff would most likely blab to Kennedy.
“We’ll finish after the show,” Isabella said. “I’ll meet you at your room.”
“It’s a date,” Randy said and pulled her close for another kiss.
“Three minutes, Randy,” Jeff said before stalking off.
Randy released Isabella and watched as Jeff headed off to loosen up for the match. A smile curved his lips. It pleased him to no end that he could torture Kennedy without even breaking a sweat.
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