XXXVIII- Process

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A/N: I know, I know, you guys are going to be mad cos I took a over a month and a half to update. I know, I'm horrible. Ideas take around 140 light years to reach me. I made up that number.

Anyway, although I will admit that soccer is getting gradually more fun, it takes up a lot of my time... However, don't fret, you guys--it's over on 15 November 2014 :).

Oh, and HOLY CRUD, I HADN'T REALIZED I HAD ~2.31 THOUSAND READS. Thanks.

My theme is posted along with this chapter if you guys haven't yet gotten a chance to listen to its epicness ('First Person Shooter' by Celldweller; if I haven't told you enough).

I wanted to know, after you guys are done reading this chapter: do you have any suggestions for what should happen next?

See? I even bolded it. I'm DEAD SERIOUS.

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"Well..." I hesitated.

"Well what?" he asked.

"Um... I think we need some time apart,"

"What? Why?"

"I mean, Randy-- you saw what happened with you. You went off with Kim, and before that he were missing me like crazy. So, if you could just respect my decision, we need some time apart,"

"OK, since I don't want to lose your trust again, and whatnot, I think I'll oblige,"

I scrunched my face. "You know that word?"

"What? Oblige?"

I nodded my head.

"Yes, of course I know it!"

"I'm surprised,"

"You don't think I'm stupid, do you?"

"Well, Marina does,"

"Ugh. I don't like her. I tried being her friend once, but apparently she'll do everything and anything in her power to stop me from being even her acquaintance,"

"I know," I said. We just sat there awkwardly for about 20 seconds before I spoke up. "So. I guess this is... see you later,"

"Yup,"

"So," I paused. "I- I'm just gonna leave now,"

I left him sitting on his bed, and as I was walking down the hall to get to my apartment, I was feeling a little guilty, almost. But then I reminded myself of what he had done with Kim and I was like, oh, that's not so bad.

**SMACKDOWN**

Raya, AJ, Steph, Nikki, and Brie were at the ring ranting about who should get a title shot.

Suddenly, my theme hit and their heads turned. Marina accompanied me.

My hair swayed with the wind from the fan blowing (a fan always blew whenever I made an entrance in a show). I dramatically took off my glasses.

"Ladies! Stop fighting! It's futile! We all know that my sister, Marina, is THE rightful WWE Divas' Champion," I declared.

"Why don't you come down here and tell us just that?!" Nikki countered.

"As you wish," I said, motioning for Marina to follow me. Nikki didn't know WHAT was coming.

"Now can you hear us?" Marina asked, a mic in her hand.

"There's no fighting about who should be the Divas' Champion, because she's already here," I said, motioning to Marina.

"Oh, really? Because I'm going to get my hands on that title," Nikki said.

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