Rampaige. [Editing]

Cleveland Kiss

Author's Note:

HEEYYY

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Monday, June 16: Monday Night RAW - Cleveland, OH; Quicken Loans Arena

(Show in progress)

PAIGE POV-

Bad News Barrett has already made his entrance, along with his opponent for tonight, Kofi Kingston.

I'm supposed to go afterward and sit ringside to watch them.

Currently waiting behind the curtain, my music hits. My legs push forward and I'm on stage in a matter of seconds. The crowd fills my ears with loud noise from every angle. As I walk down the ramp, I'm focused on the two in the ring.

Barrett has a dumb smile on his face and Kofi's more suspicious.

I'm sure Michael Cole, JBL, and King are going on about why I've decided to come out here, from the encounter last week. I make my way next to the commentary table where there's a leather chair already in place. I prop Divas Championship across my lap and sit back to relax.

Ding, ding, ding then the match begins.

The kissing part happens at the end where Barrett gets a win and I enter the ring to "congratulate" him. Having me enforce the kiss has its pros and cons, mostly cons because my performance of me looking as if I actually like him is going to be hard to believe.

My eyes search the front row. Phil's family is somewhere around here and I can feel their stares towards me. I spot his parents, watching the in ring action. His mum glances and we make contact. I quickly smile, then she returns it. Her hand raises for a wave, and I coyly do the same.

Knowing that I have to make her watch me go and touch another man is unsettling.

Kofi and Barrett spill out to my side of the floor. Then there's a cue for a commercial break by one of the camera men. My thoughts are completely somewhere far away, I just want to get it over with. They return inside the ring and the match continues. I wonder if Phil is watching, I honestly hope he isn't. I don't want him to see any of this.

A good 10 minutes later, Barrett hits the Bull Hammer Elbow and gets the pin. I hear the bell again as I stand up, with title over my shoulder, from the chair. My heart is beating at a rapid pace. I slowly walk over to the metal ring steps and hesitantly enter the ring. I'm clapping and smiling in approval as he's raising his arms in victory.

It's time.

He drops his arms and we exchange a few looks that seems like an eternity. I reach up to his bearded, scruffy face and stiffen my mouth. He lowers himself as we meet faces, I place an empty kiss on his lips. The Universe goes crazy with woah's and ooo's.

Parting ways, that smug look of his is plastered.

Still in character, I try to match it.

God, this is terrible.

My part is finished and I leave the ring. Adding effect, he opens the ropes for me. Walking up the ramp with him, I don't want to make it seem like that was the most horrifying experience on television (even though it was for me). So I slow down, letting him soak it in with his entrance theme booming throughout the arena.

The safe haven that is the curtain is in my reach. Finally getting a chance to breathe, the backstage area opens up. Monday Night RAW continues without altercation. Bad News comes from behind me, ready with a heavy arm on my shoulder that has the title on it.