Title: Randy Orton Must Die

Rating: T to be safe

Summary: Hell hath no fury like three Divas scorned. And unfortunately for Randy Orton, it's all directed at him. Based off the movie John Tucker Must Die.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Loryn Gomez. Don't sue. You won't get much.

Which is why it was such a surprise when she got herself involved with three of most popular WWE Divas: Maria, Candice Michelle, and Jillian Hall.

You see, it all started during her second week of her new job…

Loryn tried to balance the large vase of flowers in one arm as she knocked on the Women’s Locker-room door with her free hand. She heard some scuffling from the other side of the door before a beautiful blonde – Jillian Hall – appeared before her.

“Yeah?” Jillian asked slightly annoyed.

“I have – I have a delivery for Candice Michelle,” Loryn said, stumbling over her words. Just because she was used to being invisible didn’t mean she didn’t get an inferiority complex being around so many beautiful women.

Jillian rolled her eyes and called back into the room, “Candice! Delivery!” She looked back at the bouquet of irises. She rolled her eyes, and when Candice appeared with a glowing smile at the sight of the flowers, she plastered on a fake smile and commented, “How sweet.”

“I know aren’t they?” said Candice taking the bouquet from the smaller girl. She read the card that accompanied the flowers and gushed, “How romantic!”

“So who is this mystery man?” Jillian asked, genuinely curious as to whom the mystery man was, even if it was just to be updated on all the latest gossip.

Candice looked around as if to make sure nobody else was listening (Loryn had promptly been forgotten as she still stood standing well within hearing range). “Don’t tell anyone,” she whispered to the blonde diva, a smile on her face, “he doesn’t want anyone to know, but… I’m dating… Randy Orton!”

Though Candice was oblivious as Jillian’s eyes instantly narrowed, the look in Jillian’s eyes thoroughly scared the forgotten 23-year-old. She took a step back as Jillian slapped Candice across the face, causing the brunette to drop her vase. Luckily, the vase was only plastic, so it just bounced off the ground and fell over, causing the water in the vase to spill all over the floor.

Holding a hand to her stinging cheek, Candice shrieked, “What the hell was that for?!?”

“Randy,” the blonde said in a low voice, poking the brunette in the chest, “is… mine!” This statement pushed the brunette over the edge, and she tackled the blonde to the floor. Loryn was in shock as she stood there, watching the two divas brawl.

Wondering what the disturbance was, the divas all gathered around to watch the scuffle. Bravely (or foolishly depending on how you see it) Maria tried to break up the fight, wedging herself between the two furious women – one thing you would think you’d know not to do in the WWE – earning herself a couple of stray punches and slaps.

“Girls! Enough!” Maria yelled, “No guy is worth fighting over!”

“This isn’t just any guy,” Candice said, dodging a punch, “We’re talking about Randy Orton.”

Maria froze, which went unnoticed by the two brawling divas. “Randy? Why would you be fighting over Randy? I’m Randy’s girlfriend.” The next thing she knew, she was in the middle of the brawling again, this time, fighting back.

Loryn sighed from the side-lines, her inner peace-maker fighting through. She put her fingers in her mouth and let out an ear-piercing whistle, causing all three divas to stop in mid swing and look at the unknown woman standing there.

“Who the hell are you?” Jillian asked her.

“Are you guys serious!? This guy is obviously fooling around with all of you, and yet you’re beating the shit out of each other? You should be pissed at him, not each other!” Loryn screamed, ignoring the blonde’s question.

Just then, Jonathon Coachman entered the scene, looking from diva to diva to diva to stagehand. “Alright, ladies, what is going on here?” This was a mistake, he soon realized, as the three divas all started screaming, trying to explain what happened. “Ladies! I want the four of you,” he gestured towards the three divas and Loryn, “to go to my office and work things out! NOW! And don’t leave until you do!”

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The three divas sat in Coach’s office, lounging in the rather comfortable armchairs, scowls on their faces, arms crossed. Every few seconds, glares would be sent across the room between the blondes and two brunettes.

Once again, it seemed that Loryn had become invisible. Which honestly didn’t bother her at all.

“Okay, before Coach comes back and we pretend to act all ‘nice’, we need to get some things straight,” Jillian said, breaking the silence.

“What’s so complicated about it?” Candice said, “Randy is mine. It’s that simple.”

“You must be talking about another Randy, because I’m Randy Orton’s girlfriend,” Maria said innocently. “But I’m not supposed to tell anybody because he thinks it’s sexier…”

“Having a secret romance…” Jillian continued.

“That nobody else knows about…” Candice continued, realizing what was going on.

“But that I’m the only girl for him!?” All three Divas chorused in anger.

“Dammit!” cursed Jillian. “He’s been playing all three of us.”

“Well it looks to me that you three should planning revenge on him, not ripping out each others’ throats,” Loryn spoke up. The three Divas snapped their heads at the forgotten girl.

“Wait a minute, who are you again?” asked Maria.

“I’m Loryn,” she introduced shyly, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear. “I’m a stage assist –“

“Well the new girl is right,” Candice said, cutting off Loryn. “We should start planning our revenge on that no good rotten little three timing---“

“I think we get the idea,” Loryn intercepted smoothly.

“And like they say, hell hath no fury like three Divas scorned,” Jillian said, with a scarily evil glint in her eyes.

“But what are we gonna do?” Maria asked. “Randy’s got the world at his fingertips. If we just dump him, he’ll just find four more girls to take our places.”

“Airhead’s got a point,” Jillian said.

“I’ve got it,” Candice said, the gears in her head turning as she spoke. “We’ll make him fall in love. Like truly, deeply in love. And then just yank it all out from under him. On national television.”

“It’s perfect,” Jillian agreed. “What better way to get revenge than by humiliating and hurting him the same way he hurt all of us.”

“But who can we make him fall for?” Maria asked. The Divas were silent for a moment before all three pairs of eyes turned to the small stage assistant.

Loryn’s eyes widened to the size of saucepans. “Me?! But I’m just a stage assistant. Nobody knows who I am…”

“That’s what makes you so perfect for the job. Nobody knows who you are, so we can mold you to be the perfect girl that will make Randy fall head over heels in love with you,” Candice explained.

“And then we yank it all out from under him!” Maria exclaimed excitedly.

“Yes Maria…” Jillian said, as if talking to a three-year-old. “But that might have to wait a while. It’ll take us a couple of months, four tops, to make him really fall for you.”

“It’s perfect. We can humiliate him on the grandest stage of them all… Wrestlemania,” Candice said.

“Wait a minute, I don’t know if I wanna go through with this,” Loryn objected.

“Why not? With us three helping you, you can become a famous Diva. Everyone will know your name. You’ll have friends and be popular. In just a matter of weeks, you’ll even have Randy Orton, the sexiest WWE superstar, eating out of the palm of your hands. It’s got to be better than whatever lousy existence you have going on now.”

Maria frowned at the insult, but said nothing.

Loryn thought about it for a few moments. The offer of popularity and fame and acceptance was very tempting. But Loryn had a good conscious, and wasn’t sure if the pain of one, even well deserved pain, was worth it.

The three Divas looked at her expectantly, awaiting her answer.

Loryn gulped and replied, “I’m in.”