#beating the shit out of their randy plushes

[steamanband]

Twitter rp accounts are for where I post my actually serious djss thoughts. I come on here to let you all know that I'm thinking about throwing him into a wall again

[slutouttanowhere]

Pairing: Randy Orton x Mavis Pete ™️ x LA Knight

Warnings: None

Word count: 4k

a/n: not much to say here, just a small thank you to everyone loving on this series, and my other fics. I appreciate y’all. Muah 💋 Hope you all enjoy, like, reblog, leave a comment and follow me.

Chapter 5

If I said I hadn’t struggled to get out of bed the next morning, I’d be a liar. Somehow I managed to pull it off by the skin of my teeth, the only thing on the agenda today was making an appearance on Logan Paul’s podcast, Impulsive. Randy spoke so highly of him, so I felt he could be trusted. After a shower, getting dressed, and applying make up, I finally made my way to his home.

When I showed up, I was let through the security gates, and walked up to the front, his assistant answered the door. He greeted me with a sweet smile, and invited me in. “They’re actually still setting up, luckily you’re early, Logan said you’re pretty punctual.” He said jokingly, he walked me through the foyer, and into the kitchen. We sat at a kitchen island, the pristine marble top was covered with different platters of breakfast food.

“Damn, I’m glad I skipped breakfast.” I joked, the young man chucked, but before he had a chance to rebuttal Logan’s boisterous comments were heard before I had even laid eyes on him.

“Oh shit! It’s Thee Hot Girl of The WWE!” Logan walked into the kitchen with high energy, and a big grin across his lips. His blonde curls were tussled as if he just rolled out of bed, and he was to my surprise wearing my merch shirt.

“Heyyy wassup! I see you’re wearing my shirt.” His tall frame towered over me as he wrapped his arms around me, hugged me gently. Logan felt more like an older brother than anything, though we aren’t the closest of friends, I felt comfortable around him.

“Hell yeah, I wanna be a Hottie.” He laughed, though he was joking, I felt he was being serious.

I let out an airy breath, “think you ready to drive the boat?” I asked, looking at him expectantly, my lips curled up into a grin, and my hands on my hips.

And without missing a beat he answered back. “I’ll drive a U-Haul truck if it means I can’t get in the club!” He shouted, causing the assistant and I both to crack up in laughter. The three of us stood around and chatted for a little while longer, during work nights I don’t really get a chance to talk to Logan. Mainly because my schedule is more packed than his, and by the time I’m done with my night he’s gone. Finally his production team let him know everything was ready for us, so Logan led me into the living room.

“Oh, if you want to grab something to eat, we laid out the buffet for you since you’re our guest today.” Logan offered, he gestured to the mini buffet, and I did want something to nibble. When I imagined myself trying to eat and talk, I internally cringed.

“Mmm I’ll just keep my oj for now.” I smiled holding up the glass I had been holding onto, he nodded seemingly satisfied with my answer. I stood off to the side while Logan and Mike did their intro, weirdly enough, I felt excited.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have thee hottest WWE superstar to have ever done it at her age. Today we have Mavis Pete, aka Thee Hottie of WWE, aka Texas Pete, aka Money Makin Mavis!” Logan rattled off all my self proclaimed nicknames, my energy shot through the roof unexpectedly. Despite me barely being able to make it out of bed, here I am dancing my way to Logan’s living room.

“Aye Money Makin Mavis also known as Thee Hottie.” I said in a melodic voice, Mike stood up to take my hand, and shook it gently. I had only met him a handful of times, but he too was always cool. Then I slapped hands with Logan, when I finally settled down in a plush, soft loveseat we got started.

“Oh my goodness what an introduction, you said all the names. So much energy on a Tuesday morning.” I playfully gushed, “you sure do know how to make a girl feel special.”

“I’m a great host, it’s what I do. Plus you’re dressed cool as fuck, the iconic purple colored hair, how could I not give an equally worthy entrance?” Logan complimented me, which only boosted my ego more than what was necessary.

“Thank you, thank you. Nothing too much, just a cute little fit so I could come chill with some bros.” I joked, Logan daped me up, and with a rough hand slap.

“Okay um, not to jump right in, but can we talk about the fact that you’re the only wwe superstar with a Nike deal?” Mike cut in, his eyes watching me with a scrutiny, I took a sip of my drink before setting it on a coaster that was placed in front of me.

“Honestly, hmm that’s a good question, no one’s really questioned me about that.” I laughed lightly, “I guess because I’m an athlete, showing up with custom Nike gear is just normal.”

“Yea dude your ring gear is sick, like you know what it reminds me of?” Mike takes a breath as he gathers his thoughts, “it really has that touch of the early 2000s, the divas era, but like you’re bringing into the modern times ya know? How did you come up with the design?”

“Awe, thank you, saying that actually means a lot to me. Obviously I’m 25, I am a product of the y2k era of wwe, so maybe I���m biased in saving that was my favorite era of wwe. I’m a nostalgia whore.” There was a course of laughter throughout the room, which only caused my grin to spread wider, and once everyone sobered up I continued. “So the design, like what you see now, was not the original thing. It had so many alternates, I think I damn near broke my hand sketching ideas.”

“Oh right, you’re an artist right? I think I’ve seen some of your stuff on Twitter, when did you get into that?”

I let out an airy laugh, it wasn’t lost on me how huge my social following is, but I just assumed people didn’t really care. “So I started out like drawing my own comic sketches when I was younger.” I explained, to which prompted Logan to ask me more, and more questions. He was unexpectedly inquisitive, and since I’m usually the one doing all the talking this made it easy for me to flow from one topic to the next. Logan and Mike seemed to be genuinely interested in what I had to say.

“Wait, I have so many questions now.” Logan’s eyelids widened, the grin on his lips spreading across his face now, so he readjusted himself getting more comfortable.

“Jesus let her finish the last two questions, calm down dude.” Mike teased, there’s a nice Yin and Yang dynamic between the two of them. Logan always seemed to be more energetic than Mike, who’s more mild mannered, and observant.

“No I love it, like yes give me more attention.” I giggled, this was probably the most fun I’ve had on a media day, and I knew once I picked up the phone to call Randy that he’d suck all the joy out of me.

“I mean that is why we became wrestlers after all.” Logan joked, but there was truth in that statement. Most of us became wrestlers because we were misfits of some sort, I know for me that’s all I ever wanted, and it was easy to make the choice. In fact, wrestling was the only place I fit in, it was the only thing that never judged me, and I’m never letting it go.

“Okay but um, back to your earlier question. The attire went through multiple changes, and I finally ended up with the one you see now. I wanted something that looked athletic enough for Nike to still want to stamp their brand on it without losing compromising the aesthetic wwe specifically. Which is this larger than life spectacle ya know? And because I wanted that nostalgic Divas feel, I still wanted it to feel sexy, yet I could still kick your ass.”

“Oh so like Lita?” Mike summed up, Logan and I laughed in sync. He shrugged as if that was an obvious depiction, but you’d be surprised how many people didn’t get that when I first showed the draft sketches to creative.

“Exactly, see you get it.” I smiled, tapping my finger on my forehead signaling that Mike and I were in the same thought pattern.

“You and I have a common friend in Randy Orton, how did that happen?” Logan asked me, at the mention of the veteran, my lips could help but turn up into a smile. Though he might be mad at me right now, I couldn’t deny how happy I was to be able to work with him.

“Apparently, I’ve been stirring up too much trouble.” I rolled my eyes, my lips twitched recalling the night fresh as day in my head. “At first, they tried to pair me with Drew McIntyre, but as you can see I was too much for him. After that last brawl I got into with Rhea, I think Adam Pearce was getting desperate.”

“Yea there’s no way that guy doesn’t have high blood pressure right?” Logan chuckled, I definitely have done a thing or too that may have made Adam Pearce resent his job. One being, handcuffing Tiffany Stratton to her dressing room door so she wouldn’t be able to compete about three weeks ago. She still hasn’t forgiven me for that.

“I was wondering, have you gotten any heat yet, like I’m not afraid to admit Randy is an attractive man. He’s a big star, he’s a top guy with a lot of pull, has anyone given you any shit now because he’s working with you?” Mike asked, I pondered for a moment before answering, because the women were really the least of my issues at the moment.

“If there is a problem, I haven’t noticed because nobody has said it to my face. And me personally I really hate gossip, I’d rather you just say it to my face you don’t like me. I’m not with all the back and forth bullshit. When I get to that level, you’ve automatically lost me, and at that point I don’t say shit nicely.”

“Yeah, I can tell you’re a bit of a hot head, makes all the more sense why you and Randy work well together. And I don’t think he’ll mind me saying this, but Randy used to be that guy with the bad attitude, couldn’t really get along with anyone. No offense, I'm not saying that’s you.” Logan said, a sheepish smile on his face, but I didn’t take any offense to his remarks.

“Oh for sure, listen, I have my moments. Like I really am a sweet girl, I’m very kind, and I love to have fun when I can. However, where I’m from, if you bark, imma bite back.” I said through an airy laugh, I was getting heated just thinking about having to argue with anyone.

“Absolutely I believe you, just from our few interactions, you’ve always been very nice to me, and really my whole team. If someone came up to me and said you 're being awful to them I would ask…well what did you do?” Logan’s sincere words filled my heart, sometimes being kind is a thankless job, so when people do give you your flowers, the effort is that much sweeter.

“Awe thank you. Yeah, like my thing is, if you’re chillin, I’m chillin. Even if I don’t fuck with you like that, I know how to be cordial.” I explained, I shifted in my seat crossing one leg over the other, my orange juice was now gone, and at this point the ice was melting.

“That’s the problem though, a lot of people don’t understand that cordiality doesn’t mean that you actually like them, so when you do have to draw the line they get confused.” Mike added, to which I snapped my fingers in agreement.

“Exactly! Me and you Mike, same wavelength.” He reached his fist out, and without hesitation I gave him a fist bump. Not wanting to be the one who’s left out, Logan then slapped hands with me.

“Mavis I’ve heard you mention anime before, and I know this is a question everyone hates but what’s your top 5 anime?” Logan jumped right into the next topic without hesitation.

“Damn, okay no, I actually have an answer. Let’s go Mob Psycho 100 at number 5, Black Clover number 4, Sailor Moon number 3, My Hero Academia number 2, and Bleach is number 1.” I rattled off with ease, they’re the anime’s I continuously rotate no matter how many times I’ve seen it.

“What the fuck? Am I the only one who doesn’t watch current anime? The last thing I watched was Yugioh.” Mike confessed sheepishly, the smile on his face deepened.

“Don’t feel bad, anime can be pretty overwhelming just cause like, there’s literally so much to watch.” I said emphatically, a warm smile spread across his face.

Logan hadn’t said anything, he was more so taking a backseat on this part of the conversation letting Mike and I discuss. “Give me recommendations then.” He requested, and of course I was more than happy to oblige.

“So…since you like Yugi, then I’m gonna suggest Bleach. It’s action packed, drama, and majority of it is really about friendship. In my opinion the main protagonist Ichigo is one of the characters that would do anything to protect his friends and family. Without giving too much away, he pretty much accepted his fate from day one, he’s like welp if this what I gotta do then I’ll do it.” I explained, Mike gave me his undivided attention as I went on into more details about the other characters. By the time I was done talking he looked as if his mind was blown.

He leaned back on the couch, and let out a breath. “Well shit, I’m sold. Once we’re done for the week I’m gonna watch it, you said it’s on Hulu?”

“Yep, it used to be on Crunchyroll, but Disney bought it, ya know Disney owns Hulu so.” I shrugged, I giggled at how Logan rolled his eyes at the mention of the multi billion dollar company. He mentioned earlier in the conversation how he sort of resented Disney in a way, and I don’t blame him.

“Fucking Disney man.” Logan scoffs, we chatted for a moment longer, but when he rapped up the video I felt a little somber.

“Awe man are we done? I have so much fun.” I laughed, Logan’s production team came and cleared away the mics, and headsets. Mike got a call, so he excused himself, then stepped away.

“We can keep going for another three hours, though I’m not sure if my editor is gonna be happy about that.” Logan laughed, I was going to reply, but my phone started to ring. I turned my phone screen over to see it was Shaun calling, I looked up at Logan, an apologetic smile spread across my lips.

“Go ahead, it was fun having you over Mavis, I think I have your number now, so we can talk anytime.” Logan said sweetly, then gently hugged me, and let me be on my way.

When I finally got into the car, I meant to call Shaun back, but then Randy called. “Hey there bucko.” I answered melodically, but he didn’t laugh.

“We need to talk, in person.” He said getting straight to the point, I had a feeling this was the mood he would be in, and only had myself to blame.

“Fine, I’m heading back to the hotel, had a media day scheduled.” I mumbled, there was a moment's pause before he replied.

“Let me know when you get back, I’ll come up to see you.” Randy’s tone sounded even, yet it felt like he wanted to cuss me out. I didn’t dare question it, we just said our goodbyes, and hung up. I took a breath, then called Shaun, hopefully he wasn’t in as pissy of a mood as Randy.

Shaun picked up almost immediately, “well if it isn’t little miss social media star.” He beamed, I couldn’t help but grin, it was easy for him to bring my mood up.

“Wassup?” I asked, I tried to muster up the energy to meet him halfway.

“Uh oh, you sound upset.” He said, I could lie, but he’s too keen on me for me to get away with that.

“I think I’m in trouble with my father.” I said half heartedly, there was a silence for a moment.

“Oh…Randy, well what happened?” Shaun asked, it wasn’t lost on me that the two of them still didn’t get along much, and that put me in a tough spot.

“I missed out on training day, just totally left my brain, and I never called back. In fact, I just now talked to him. It’s been a few days since, and I just hope it’s not too bad.” The hotel was now in sight, I felt a little anxious not knowing what to expect.

“Alright, just calm down baby girl, are you still driving?” His voice was gentle, and soft. I parked the car, then cracked the windows to let the breeze in.

“I’m parked now.” I informed him.

“Good, just take a couple of deep breaths.” He instructed, I did as told, inhaling as deeply as possible, and slowly exhaled. My pounding heart began to relax, for the moment I felt more calm. “Randy is not an evil guy okay, he’s all about respect, and responsibility is all. He’s not gonna just rip into you on your first offense, but he is going to be tough. That’s just how he is, you’re gonna have to take this one on the chin, and prove to him you’re worthy of his respect. Show him you mean business Mavis.” He reassured me, I took another deep breath and decided to not prolong the inevitable.

“Kay, you’re right, gonna just jump right in. I’ll call you back later?” I was halfway through the parking lot, I kept my eyes forward not wanting to ruin my momentum.

Shaun let out a chuckle. “Alright champ, talk to ya later.” After we hung up, I rode the elevator up in silence, when I made it to my room I kicked my shoes off. I took a seat on the end of the bed, then sent Randy a quick text.

2:25 Mavis: hey I made it back

2:30 Randy: I’ll be up in a minute

If I knew a minute would have been an hour, I would have changed my clothes instead of falling asleep in them. It was going on 4 in the afternoon when Randy finally came knocking. “Took you long enough.” I said groggily, to which he scoffed, and stepped through the door.

“Ain’t that the pot calling the kettle black, we were supposed to meet days ago to put next week's match together. Not only did you skip out on me, you hadn’t even bothered to call back.” He scolded me getting right to the point, I had always assumed Randy was never one to sugar coat things, now my hypothesis was verified. He leaned against the windowsill on the opposite side of the room, I could feel his eyes on me as I turned to close the door, and try to buy time for a rebuttal. The silence was palpable.

I sighed, accepting my fate, and spoke with honesty. “As stupid as this sounds, I literally forgot, and by the time I remembered it was so late in the day I felt guilty for bothering you.” Which was partially true, by the time I remembered, I ended up getting distracted again by Shaun. I wouldn’t dare drag him into this though. Slowly I walked over to the side of the bed that faced the windows where Randy stood, and took a seat. I kicked off my gym shoes, and folded my legs. I peeked up at Randy to see him rolling his eyes.

“Listen kid, I’m not angry.” He said simply, he let out a deep breath, and let his folded arms fall to his sides. It wasn’t until now that I realized he was wearing an RKO tank top, his long arms bare showing off his tattoo sleeves. Instantly I’m transported back to my teenage years. I used to practice drawing the skulls on his triceps in my notebook when I was bored in class. The corners of my lips turned upwards ever so slightly at the memory.

“You’re not?” I asked, shocked he didn’t continue ripping into me. I made room for him on the bed as he came to sit beside me, he smelled fresh like he just got out of the shower. He turned to face me, looking me deeply in the eyes, a chill ran down my spine. An eerie sensation settled within me, as crazy as this sounds there’s something about Randy that just feels so familiar to me. Like I’ve known him before. I hated that for me.

“No, I…I want to push you to the moon Mavis, and I’m not just talking about championships. I used to think that’s all there was to this business was winning a title, and as you could probably see from watching on tv, that’s all I cared about for a long time.” He said sincerely, he had a far away look in eyes as if he was taken back to 2004, I could see it too. Evolution Randy was something else, the cold, and cocky nature to his swagger. The way he treated fans as second rate citizens, and berated his peers in front of us on tv. The way he’s done a complete 180 is astounding to most of us.

Randy continued while I was quietly listening, trying to absorb every word he said. “Because I believe in your talent is why I want to push you to your limit, and I wasn’t saying you reminded me of my younger self just to boost your ego. You’re a natural, and I noticed that you’re so good that you can get lazy. I didn’t agree to take you on because Adam asked me to, it’s because I love this business, and you’re one of the stars that’s gonna push it forward given the right artist to mold you.”

“Awe you wanna mold me?” I gushed playfully, he rolled his eyes, yet he couldn’t deny the grin that grew across his lips.

“Yeah, but you’re an asshole, stresses me out. I’m willing to take that challenge though.” He chuckled, he lifted his eye to meet my gaze, and right at that moment the expectation was set. I couldn’t mess up again.

“Alright then, how do we make up for lost time?” I smiled, as I looked back at Randy I could already see the creativity wheels turning in his head.

“I’ve been doing some talking with creative, and uh, well…how do you feel about being a Viperess?” He asked, and instantly my heart pounded with excitement, ideas of my own springing to life in my head. Randy and I spent hours planning, and prepping. He was prepared to break me down, and rebuild me from the ground up, I had no problems with that. By the time we wrapped up the conversation, we had scheduled someone on one training camps, and got the ball rolling on a concept that I think is gonna shock the fuck out of everyone.

“Hey, thanks for not giving up on me old man.” I half heartedly teased from my side of the door, he looked back at me, a humors gleam in his eyes.

“Never.” He said simply, his lips pulled up into a soft smile, then he pet me in the head gently before turning, and making his way down the hall. Finally I got ready for bed, showering, cleaning the makeup off my face, and getting under the sheets. I was too excited for the new story Randy and I are working on, so I opened Twitter and sent out a cheeky little tweet. Then I turned over, and passed out the second my eyes closed.

[abel-brannigan]

my brother beat the shit out of my randy plush what do i do

“let him. it’s what needs to be done.”