Love of a Legend Killer

One.

Authors Note: I know, I know. This has been a long time coming. Been dipping my toes back into writing on and off and have finally decided to dive into starting this up. Very nervous on how you guys will perceive this, and scared but I hope you like it!

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A new week, a new episode of Monday Night Raw was only a few hours away from going live worldwide.

Backstage was hectic as usual before the show; doors constantly being opened and closed, writers chasing down talent to run them through their segments, the higher ups scrutinising every little thing, making sure each detail is perfect. The talent preparing for their matches that where scheduled, alongside crew doing final preparations to the set and lighting ready for when the show goes live.

In a room not too far from the women's locker room stood the hair and make-up department. One of the make-up artists was already set up and waiting for her first of many, currently occupied with her face buried in a magazine hoping to pass the time.

"Melody?"

The brunette glanced to her side to see her first client, wrestler and cousin, Trish leaning against the door. "Hey Trish," she smiled.

"You free?"

Melody glanced around the room before returning her eyes to the blonde, "Do you see anyone else in here?" she laughed.

Trish giggled before stepping further into room. "You good?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm good," Melody replied, standing from the chair to let the blonde sit down. "Yourself?" she asked in return, grabbing hair clips off of the side before sectioning Trish's hair off ready to style. She saw the blonde nod in reply, "We going for the usual Stratus look?"

Trish nodded in reply with a tight-lipped smile, "You know it!"

The brunette worked straightening her cousins hair, glancing at the blonde's somewhat glum expression which had taken over her usually sunny disposition. Trish wasn't ever this quiet, always one to gossip whenever she was getting her hair and make-up done before the show. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Trish let out a long sigh, shaking her head. "It's nothing really—" she paused, noticing the expression Melody was giving her in the mirror. It was the 'Oh, I know you're lying, nice try though. Now tell me what's wrong.' look which the two had given one another far too many times, not wanting to burden one another too much. Letting out a sigh, Trish gave in. "Just on the road blues, missing Ron and such, that's all," she smiled meekly, inhaling deeply and glancing down, trying to refrain herself from crying.

"Oh Trish," Melody reached forward, setting the hair straighteners down on the counter before hugging Trish from behind. "All the travelling is hectic, can't imagine how it is having someone you love and not being able to see them everyday."

From the live television show to house shows, there was only a few days out of the week any of the talent and other workers were be able to go home, see their friends and family, have a rest before they were back on the road to do it all over again.

Trish patted Melody's arm, "It's okay, sorry for being a little soppy."

"No need to apologise! You know if you ever wanna talk I'm here, right? We're family."

The blonde nodded, "Noted, same to you too. Don't wanna sound like grandma but when is it your turn to find a nice guy?"

Melody scoffed, "Me? Love? Nice joke, Trish."

"Don't think I haven't seen you and Orton getting close lately!" Melody wasn't sure if she wanted to hurl or keen over laughing at her cousins remark. "I think he likes you," Trish smirked at her cousin in the reflection of the mirror.

"Keep these jokes coming, they're hilarious."

This time it was Trish's turn to scoff, "Hey, I'm being serious here."

"Randy flirts with anyone that is female, nothing new there," Melody shook her head, picking up the straightners from the counter before continuing Trish's hair. "That's all it is."

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Melody finally walked out of catering with two bottles of water, after being held up talking to Amy about the concert she managed to catch the weekend for a good twenty minutes. It wasn't intentional for her to stand there and have an in depth conversation, yet it was a band the pair of them liked and Melody was jealous that her friend had managed to snag last-minute tickets so she needed all the details.

She was currently breezing her way down the corridor, feet rushing to get back to her station.

Someone is probably there and grumbling that I'm not there, huffing and puffing and is probably insulting me and planning on getting me fir— Melody blinked, the dull ache in her shoulder registering that she had bumped into someone who felt like they were made of stone. The Canadian came face to face with a navy blazer, crisp white shirt and a red tie, and on the shoulder of said person was the World Heavyweight Championship, meaning it's could only be one person.

Melody glanced up to see the smug face of WWE's new and youngest World Heavyweight Champion, the legend killer himself, Randy Orton. 

"Well isn't this a pleasure, nice to see you Melody," he grinned.

"Likewise Orton," she replied, glancing at the title belt resting on his shoulder. "Congrats by the way."

Randy glanced at the title, patting it twice before looking back at Melody. "Thanks," he smiled. The championship that he has won just the night before at Summerslam, managing to beat the former champion Chris Benoit. The championship that they trusted upon him at a young age.

"You've scrubbed up to the nines, what's the occasion?"

"Well you know being the youngest, most good looking world heavyweight champion there ever has been, I have a celebration to attend," he replied, shifting his shoulders and adjusting the knot of his tie.

"Right," Melody blinked, "And you're going to be gloat— I mean, talking about...?"

"How I'm the youngest World Heavyweight Champion."

"Of course." Did she expect anything less of him? This is Randy Orton we're talking about here. There was a fine line between cockiness and over confidence and Randy skated on that line constantly. Sometimes the arrogance was obnoxious, other times it was admirable how much he believed in himself.

"Also thought I'd let you know I have my rematch against Benoit tonight too," Randy added.

"Huh?"

"Because I know how much you love watching me wrestle, sometimes I feel you just watch it to look at me..." Randy smirked at the look of disbelief on Melody's face. "Hey! It's okay to feel that way." He leaned down a little, his face close to Melody's which made her posture tense, shoulders lock and eyes widen slightly. "If it makes you feel any better, I think you're pretty hot too," he winked.

A strangled sound between a sigh and a scoff left Melody's mouth as she rolled her eyes, taking a step back. Because personal space, that and her nerves kicked in and was almost close to bolting it right there and then. "I have a job to do," she bit out, side stepping before making her way down the corridor, finally able to stop holding her breath.

"Don't forget to watch my match, it's the main event!" Melody refrained from rolling her eyes. The actual audacity of this man right he— "I know you want to," Randy added causing her to inhale sharply before disappearing around the corner.