Maggie squared her shoulders and took a deep breath before stepping into the lion's den. To say Randy was shocked would be an understatement. His jaw dropped open and he did an almost comical gulp. He might be alone for now but she knew the locker room would be filling up in a matter of minutes.
"Maggie, what are you doing in here?" He demanded..
"I came to ask why you never called me after you dropped me off," she stated softly. She forced herself to stand completely still as he ran his eyes from her toes to the top of her head. She knew how she looked; she had planned the outfit for days.
"You look amazing."
"Thank you, I figured since I'm single I should take advantage of my assets. I'm so glad you approve."
She forced the words out, even though they almost choked her. Randy leered at her, his eyes going to her legs and the skirt that covered less than it should.
"Oh I approve. It just makes me wonder what the hell you think you're doing." His voice turned hard and he moved closer to her. "Are you trying to play me?"
"Why would I do that?" She asked innocently. "You've been on my mind since you left my house." It wasn't a complete lie. She channeled the anger and frustration she felt into her acting.
"Have I now?" Randy walked behind her, trailing a finger down her spine, close to the band of her low riding skirt. "What kind of thoughts have you been having Miss Maggie?"
How she managed to hide the shiver that ran through her, she would never know. Something about the way he spoke teased at her memory. She forced herself to relax and try to recall what it was.
"You don't know who you're messing with," he said as he trailed a finger down the side of her face. "I don't want to scare you Maggie, I want to fu..."
And then he was gone and Adam stood in his place, his eyes blazing with fury. "Don't you ever put your hands on her!" That was the day he kissed her, their first kiss. The memory and the feelings hit her hard. She trembled and Randy smiled, thinking it was because of him.
"Tell you what babe, meet me after the show. I'll show you what a real man can do," he whispered, nuzzling the side of her neck and sliding his arms around her waist. She thought she would throw up.
"What ever you want Randy,' she replied, extracting herself from his arms before he could make another move. She turned to leave, almost biting her tongue into when he slapped her rear.
A large hand reached out from no where and gripped her arm. "What the hell was that?" Mark asked, making sure his voice resonated off the walls and moving her out of the doorway. Wrestlers filed in behind him, staring curiously at them.
"For such a big man, you sure don't make a lot of noise," she remarked dryly.
"I'm not in the mood Maggie," Mark warned in his Undertaker voice. "Tell me what the hell you think you're doing."
"Don't try to bully me Mark. You aren't my keeper," she shoved at his chest with her free hand before jerking her arm out of his grasp. "Shouldn't you be somewhere mooning over Sabrina?"
"What the hell? Where did that come from?"
"My lips," she spat at him sarcastically.
"Did you hit your head again?"
"You've been acting really weird these last few days. You won't talk to me, you won't talk to Sabrina, but you're in here, talking to that." He pointed in Randy's direction. "You aren't going to find anything but trouble with Orton. I don't like him Maggie and I don't like you very much right now."
"You did this to me," she shot at him, hating herself for having to say it but it was part of the plan. "The Maggie you don't like is the Maggie you caused."
"Maggie," he reached for her.
"Don't touch me Mark. How do you live with the fact that you triggered this?" She tapped her head with her finger. "I've lost months and months of memories."
"You know that was an accident," he stated softly, the hurt he felt over it evident on his face. She knew he wasn't that good of an actor.
"Accident or not, you were not there for me like you should have been. Randy gave me a ride home. I guess you were too interested in getting into my cousin's pants. That seems to be a theme with you guys."
"Maggie," Mark sighed, acting like he was having a hard time spitting out his next words, "Amy kissed Adam and you saw it. You were upset and you ran out in front of me. I didn't see you until it was too late."
"How do you know she kissed him? Did you see it or are you just taking his word for it? Oh wait," she paused, opening her eyes wide and getting as close up in his face as she could, "you couldn't have seen it; you were too busy knocking the life out of me!"
"Do you really hate me that much? I see it in your eyes but I'm having a hard time believing it."
"Are you going to believe your eyes or your head?" She knew everyone in the room was staring at them, not at all ashamed to be watching their friendship having a meltdown. Mark shook his head and stepped away from her.
"I love you Maggie and I won't let you do this to yourself."
"You can't stop me Mark. Believe it or not, I'm not some damsel in need of rescuing and I sure as hell don't need your protection. Instead of trying to fix me, why don't you get on with your own life and let me get on with mine."
"AAHHHH!" He exclaimed as he grabbed her arms. "I just want to pick you up and shake some sense into you!"
"What the hell are you doing?" John Cena asked when he and Adam walked into the room. "Take your hands off her!"
Mark released her, running a hand over his face in frustration. "You talk some sense into her then. She's not listening to me." He jerked the door open, almost tearing it off its hinges in his haste to get away.
"What the hell was that about?" John took her by the arm and led her away from the center of the room. She made sure everyone heard her reply.
"He's just mad because I have a date with Randy."
"Orton? You have a date with Orton? What the hell are you thinking?"
"Oh I don't know; that I might have fun? That I might not go to bed alone? That I might have someone there when I wake up in the morning?" She tossed over her shoulder at Adam.
"You don't mean that." John shook his head. He looked at Adam for help but found him staring at the floor instead.
"Sure I do. Maybe I'll have a live sex act with Randy. I wonder what kind of ratings we would pull in."
"No one would even watch that," Adam replied sarcastically. "Who would want to see the makeup artist make out with Orton?" He knew what she was going to do but it didn't make it any easier to watch.
"Oh really?" She asked. Pushing John aside, she strode over to Randy, grabbed him by the back of the head and kissed him. That was all it took. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up off the floor. The whole time he plundered her mouth, she was thinking about the academy award she should win for stomaching it. When he finally released her, she wanted to run to the shower and scrub the feel of him off her but instead she wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb and smirked at Adam.
"Next?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow and smiling. Hands shot up all around her and she laughed. "How's that for ratings?"