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Chapter 11

It hadn't taken Adam long to embark on his quest to ruin Grimm's life. Most of the things he started out with were juvenile pranks that were only a brief aggravation to her. Despite her lean towards too much eyeliner and collection of mainly black clothing, she was normally a bright, cheery, person until crossed the wrong way. It made Adam's day if he could throw hers off kilter. She only hoped that he'd get bored with harassing her and lay off, either that or it would all culminate in one big disaster that would send her over the edge. Although she didn't want that, she had a feeling that was the way things were going to turn eventually.

Right now she could put up with the juvenile pranks that became a frequent thing, and it was rather normal to find Randi chasing Adam down a hallway with a shoe raised over her head ready to beat his ass. Yes, there had been far too many pranks and jokes to even count them. His latest prank had been itching powder in the studded leather pants that she wore to the ring—a classic—and he stood back stage giggling like a child as he watched her struggle to keep in character, her hands twitching, begging to scratch her crotch on live t.v. Another had been when he replaced her matching leather halter bra with one a size too small and watched her botch her match, her attention only half on what she was doing and half on keeping her luggage from falling out. After that she'd put away the simple leather halter bra and had a custom one made that had chains connecting the top to a leather collar.

Vince had seen her in it, by pure chance, when she'd first got it done and fitted properly. He joked that she looked more like a dominatrix than a wrestler, and that he was going to have Creative change her gimmick. She'd just given an eye roll and worked her messy coal hair into a ponytail.

Tonight on Smackdown she was doing the opposite, pulling the tie from her hair and shaking it loose over her shoulders. She peeled off her Choppers t-shirt and tossed it aside, followed by her black skinny jeans and boots, which left her standing in her cute little panties and bra.

"Hey Grimm." Michelle sing-songed as she breezed past, and flipped a snarky comment at Randi. Randi ignored her and started to get ready for the nights show. She was just glad she wasn't wrestling McCool tonight, she was wrestling Melina. The other divas were just here for a photo shoot after the taping.

Soon a few more girls spilled into the room, Melina, Candice, and Gail. All of them were giggling and when Grimm turned to them asking with a smile what was so funny, they just stopped and exchanged looks, then laughed harder.

"Oh my God!" Maria shrieked. She ran into the room bursting with laughter, a crumpled piece of paper in her hand. She showed it to Eve and Alicia and now everyone in the locker room was cracking up…everyone accept Grimm. Copeland. She growled mentally. What has he done now? She looked around at the divas, a quizzical look on her face.

"Okay guys, what is it? A nude pic? My face photoshopped to Dusty Rhodes body? What?" She didn't think it would be anything too serious, just Adam up to his dumbass childish tricks. She walked over to the group of huddled women and Maria quickly shoved the paper into Eve's hands who stuck it down Gail's pants.

"Guys what the?" Gail protested slapping Grimm's hands as she reached for her pants with a laugh.

"Come on, what is it?" Randi asked trying again for Gail's pants. The shorter woman took off and there was a brief chase around the locker room before Randi pinned her in the showers and raided her pants for the stowed away object.

Laughing Grimm headed back into the locker room uncurling the paper, ready to just brush it off and laugh at herself, until she finally smoothed it out. Her face paled when she saw the mug shot of herself from 2000. She had just turned twenty-one and was arrested for prostitution…and not for the first time. Over her mug shot photo—how the hell had fucking Copeland got a hold of that?—were big red letters scrawled in Sharpie marker. WHORE.

Randi chewed her lip fighting back both anger and tears. She waded the paper and tossed it in the garbage and made note to hunt down Copeland after the taping and kill the little bastard. She wanted to do it now, but she had to think of her career, and it wasn't very responsible to get involved in a fight right now and miss her match for it. The little fucker wasn't worth that.

As giggles erupted behind her she changed into her ring gear, trying her best to not turn around and take out half the Smackdown diva roster with a rain of punches. She finished pulling on her boots and rummaged in her purse for her make-up.

"So, is that how you got hired here? Spread your legs for Vinny?" Someone commented.

"I came by this job honorably, on my two feet, not on my knees like most of you." Randi spat back and disappeared into the hallway, a stream of braying laughter muffling as the door swung shut.

She curled up on a metal chair back stage and peeked at the tiny mirror on her compact and fixed her make up, thick kohl liner, topped with silver shadow, pale foundation, and pale blue lip gloss that made her seem almost corpse-like.

In the gorilla position she ignored the chattering and the eyes she felt melting her with heated stares. Soon enough her music hit and she stormed down the ramp looking more pissed than usual. She was glad she had enough self control to work the match without letting her emotions run away with her and end up with a couple of bloody divas on the mat.

The match ended as planned with Grimm getting DQed after taking a leather whip out from under the ring and wrapping it around Melina's neck. She shoved Melina away and watched with a glare that was almost as dreadful as the Undertakers. Melina tugged at the whip around her neck, making a big deal about coughing and moaning in mock-pain.

Randi left the ring quickly and flew back stage intent on hunting down the Rated R Reject. First, she barged into the men's locker room, some of them dashed for towels to cover up their goods, some didn't care and didn't even seem to notice she was there.

"Where's Copeland!" She bellowed, successfully silencing the room.

"Catering." Someone spoke up, and Grimm left just as quickly as she had came.

Randi found the catering area and immediately picked out Adam at a table with Jeff and Oscar. When Adam looked up and saw her he made quick exit of his chair and stumbled over his feet trying to flee the scene.

"I don't think so!" Grimm shouted as she approached Adam, and when he tried to dash away she lunged at him. Everything in catering stilled to a deadly silence. Someone dropped some tongs, and they clattered to the floor. Grim shoved Adam up to the wall with a growl. She pressed her arm against his throat to pin him there, her knee found a spot between his legs, ready to jut upwards should he try anything, and make him sing soprano.

"Copeland, I know you're behind all this." She barked, her eyes narrowing to angry slits as Adam grinned widely, poking his chin out arrogantly.

"You know Grimm, as much fun as it's been making your life hell, I can do a lot worse—ow—ow!" He grunted as she pressed her arm harder into his throat. He grabbed her by the waist and started to push her away but her knee pressed up against him reminding him that it was in prime position to injure a very important part of his body. She brought it up a little farther still, applying pressure, just to make sure he was going to stay still. Her lips curled back from her teeth when she realized he was hard, his lips quivering to fight back a groan.

"Copeland, you're disgusting." She spat.

"Oh, come on now Randi." He croaked, coughing a little. "You've seen a lot of cocks in your time, I mean in your line of work, when you were a prosti--" Grimm's pale face drained even whiter, and for a moment her mouth just worked up and down without words.

"My past is my own business!" She finally shrieked, causing Adam's blue eyes to widen, matching all the other expressions in the room that had turned to shock at the word 'prostitute'.

"I don't know about that Grimm. Maybe the people you're fucking around here would like to know? Maybe anyone who's sniffing around you would like to know so they can forgo the crab-fest." Adam chuckled lowly. "Maybe Mark would like to know…since you seem to have this bat-shit crazy fantasy that he'd actually waste his time on you."

"You wanna spread it all over the fucking company Copeland? Do it and I'll spread your sorry face all over the god damn parking garage! You have no right, no fucking right!" She spat, pulling away from Adam, he rubbed his throat and smirked at the ire that painted her features, and the tears that pricked her darkened eyes. "You don't know why I did the things I did, I had to do them. I'm not proud of everything I've done in my past, but I wouldn't change any of it. Everything I've been through has made me who I am today, and for that, I am proud."

Randi left Adam rubbing at his neck, she stalked out of the room, her head held high despite the tears that started to run inky down her cheeks. She palmed away her tears and stopped in the restroom to fix her make-up for the photo shoot and hoped it would be over quickly. Thankfully, it was. The photographer was done in no time and when he commented on how her dark, angry, facial expressions common with her character in ring were getting better and better, she laughed bitterly. Moments later she had left the arena without going back to the locker room to get her things. Once in her room she grabbed Mark's shirt from the bottom of her suitcase and wrapped up in it. With that she flopped onto her bed and called Beth to burn her ear with the latest ventures of Adam.

"His next adventure is going to be falling from the tenth story of this hotel building." Grimm bit off, chewing at the insides of her mouth.

"At least there's one good thing about it, Mark's gone for that knee surgery, so he doesn't know." Beth tried. "Honey I wish I was there with you. In a few days, the rosters will be meeting up again, and Copeland will have to go through me to get to you." She promised.

"Thanks sweetie." Randi managed a half smile. "Bitches stick together."

"Hell yeah."

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