Kill Him with Kindness
Synopsis- you’re an interviewer for WWE, a sweet one at that. Randy Orton on the other hand, is not. & he loves to see just how far he can push your buttons before you throw it back at him.
Warnings- language
Word Count- 2.5k
It’s complete and utter silence as Randy walks through the doors backstage. The moment he stepped inside, you could hear a pin drop from a mile away. It was like all the air was sucked straight out of the room.
You were standing there when he first walked in. Being an interviewer you usually have lots of time to wait around after getting your schedule for the night. Which called for lots of chatting (gossiping) when you weren’t busy. Plus you had already been there for a couple of hours, and gotten ready for the evening.
So you leaned against the wall doing just that. You were talking with Melina, one of your closest friends. She had a huge championship match tonight with Beth Phoenix. She was absolutely buzzing with excitement.
As she rambled on, about the moves she wanted to do and how much she loved her new gear for the night. A loud thud of the doors shutting caused you to jump. When you looked up, you saw him sauntering through the walkway. It went silent, everyone in sight stopped and looked at him. Melina immediately noticed your gaze shift and she turned around too.
He walked in with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He looked like he was in a world of his own. Which wasn’t far from ordinary. His head held high as he swam through a sea of stares.
He didn’t look at anybody, as he kept his eyes straight ahead. Until he passed you. He slowly dropped his head down, cocking it to the side as he held eye contact for a moment. You barely let your lips curl in a faintly ghosted smile. Your eyes too lingering as he went by.
His expression stayed stoic, unreadably blank. The usual look he wore.
It had become evident to you, you were always too nice to him. Over time it seemed to turn into a game you both played.
He wasn’t nice. That was his game.
You on the other hand have an over the top friendly nature. That inturn annoyed the shit out of him.
You two butt heads like crazy, lately a strange relationship developed. One where he loves to pick and poke and prod, at every last thing he can when it comes to you. And instead of giving him the reaction or whatever it is he wants.
You kill him with kindness, and the cycle continues.
Although sometimes you really have to put him in his place. Like one time you had pulled him for an interview and right before the cameras started rolling he said “that’s what you’re wearing?” Looking you up and down judgmentally, knowing it would drive you crazy.
Not even two seconds later, cameras were up and he was back into character. Leaving you scrambling to not overthink your whole existence and still perform well yourself. Of course afterwards you asked him “what the hell was that for?”
“What? I was going to say it’s a nice shade of purple.” He feigned shock, a sarcastic chuckle escaping him, and you understood. He couldn’t possibly care about the color of your dress. He only wanted to get a rise out of you. You just rolled your eyes, and walked away after that, refusing to give him what he wanted.
Although, more often than not your interactions left you jittery and flustered. Especially when he just looks at you, without saying a word.
Melina, turned back around to face you as he passed by, while your eyes stayed on his departing figure. Her loud voice snapped you out of whatever that weird trance was.
“Damnn you got it bad, girl.” She cackled, slapping a hand to your arm.
Your eyes went wide. “Shut up I do not!” You instantly deny it every time. You’re not even sure why. It just feels less embarrassing than admitting your attraction.
“Yeah Yeah and I’m the queen of England.” She chuckles as she scoops your arm up to link it around hers. “Cmon I want a quick snack before later.” Her eyebrows bounce up and down, excitedly. You giggle and walk with her, agreeing that you could use some food too.
But while you walked, you couldn’t help but furrow your brows as you thought to yourself.
Was it that obvious?
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You both make it to catering, and take a b- line for the food. It's first come first serve and this was prime food getting time apparently. Every single person on the Raw roster seemed like they were in there.
Including of course. Randy.
He had his back turned to you, as he filled a plate with an assortment of different foods. He didn’t notice you at first. And you didn’t dare try to make eye contact or talk to him. You didn’t want to face any more possible ridicule and teasing at the hands of your best friend.
You grabbed a bag of chips, as she did the same. You both sat down at the only empty table around. That is until you heard a loud screech of the chair next to you.
Looking up you’re met with a tall, distractingly muscular, Randy Orton.
He sat down, not saying anything as he kept that same expressionless face.
You didn’t say anything either, as you watched him. Continually shoveling the cheesy chips.
Melina being the smartass she is, couldn’t contain herself. “Oh sure! Please sit.” She sarcastically gestured as he pulled his seat closer to the table.
You try to hold in your giggle as you kick her leg under the table.
“She’s kidding, you’re kidding.” You look at Randy reassuring him and then back at her. You try giving her a silent but expressive “be nice” look.
“mmm” she starts contradicting you, but you cut her off before she can fully disagree.
“So are you ready for Tonight?” You ask sweetly, turning to him. Hoping to distract from her unwelcoming vibes. “It’s you and Hunter right?” You stuffed more chips in your mouth, trying to seem as normal as possible.
He gave you a prolonged annoyed look, how dare you ask him a normal question? But you stayed looking at him with a smile plastered on your lips refusing to waiver. In turn his eyes softened a bit but only for a second before he was speaking.
He didn’t respond to your question, instead leaning over closer to you. “Why don’t you just worry about your performance huh?” His vile tone, aggressive as ever.
It sent a jolt to your heart, causing it to race into overdrive. But you refused to let your face show your cards. Even though sometimes it worked against you, you hoped now wouldn’t be the time.
You wondered why he even sat down here, if he was just going to be an asshole. But then again, you remembered who you were talking to. It almost was like messing with you was his favorite thing to go out of his way to do. Second to wrestling of course.
So you let your smile creep up further on your cheeks. You were trying to be as convincing as possible, even if you were aggravated out of your mind.
“Well let’s just hope all your moves land right! I know that was probably scary last week.” You spit back, referring to his botched RKO last Monday Night Raw when he flew over the top rope landing directly on the ground. You coated your biting words with sugar, something that you were oh so good at.
A side smirk found its way to his face, he loved that you were giving him a taste of his own medicine. Though you could tell that still got under his skin. He shuffled, sliding forward in his seat, it seemed like he was trying to think of a quick comeback.
Just before he does, in your peripheral you see Melina start to shuffle out of her own seat. You were pretty sure she was just getting up to throw away her trash. But you can also never tell with that girl, she could’ve mauled him right then and there for being mean to you. She’s a little over protective.
“You know what-“ he starts
Just as he does, you jump up, dropping your hand to his broad shoulder to cut him off. “Sorry, gotta run good luck tonight!” You quickly turn around, grabbing Melina by the arm and dragging her away.
Just as you're finally out of sight she turns back to you. “God I don’t know how you don’t slap that jerk!” She started to shout emphatically. “Shhh!” You pull her into your side trying to keep her quiet. All the while still laughing at her irritation.
“He's just like that.” You respond with an eye roll just thinking about it. “It’s fun to mess with his head anyways.” You shrugged.
She cackled in response leaning into you as you both strutted back to the locker rooms. Or wherever you were gonna end up next to kill time.
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It had been an eventful Raw, and you had your fair share of interesting interviews. One that included a very eccentric “Goldust.” He spoke in gibberish like always. Then he decided to throw actual gold dust in the air, absolutely covering you from head to toe, in the sparkly substance.
Thank god that was your last interview for the night. So you decided to go find a change of clothes, for the last bit of the show.
You headed back to the locker rooms, hoping to be as fast as possible. Even if you didn’t necessarily have to, you didn’t like missing much of the show and the main event was nearing.
You turned a corner, finally arriving at the changing room when you were stopped by a shadowy figure.
Randy.
You had just minutes ago seen him look like he was fighting for his life. His chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing. The water bottle in his hand crunched with every gulp he took. He obviously thought he was alone. Because just as he was done chugging he noticed your approach, and turned all his attention to you.
Even though you’d hoped to just sneak past without a word. Unfortunately you weren’t so lucky.
“Woah woah hey.” He said sturn, holding out his arm like a railroad crossing so you couldn’t go by.
You huffed, not in the mood for his antics right now. “Hm?” Was all you could muster up.
“What? you’re not gonna tell me how great I did?”
“You’re Miss down to earth right?” He followed his question up with another one.
Your hands now landed on your hips, as your head involuntarily cocked to the side at him.
You guessed it was because you were distracted by only wanting to clean the glitter off. That you didn’t at you didn’t at first notice that he was in his full, (or lack thereof) ring gear. His body smothered with baby oil, and with how close he was getting. It was like you could literally feel the heat radiating off of him.
Then all of the sudden you got nervous. You again involuntarily, subconsciously or accidentally. Maybe even all of the above, checked him out. Your eyes fell to his boots, then drank him in like a tall drink of water. His abs were practically staring you in the face.
Then you felt your cheeks get hot, and that very familiar jittery feeling made its way through your bones. You couldn’t think of a clever response, all you thought was run, run, run.
So that’s what you did, or tried to anyway. You bolt turning around hoping your eyes, or blushed face hadn’t given you away.
He somehow, speedily jumped in front of you, refusing to let you escape. He was now holding his arm across the width of the door frame to keep you from going inside. Now all you could think about was how damn big his arms are.
You huffed again, still not saying a word.
Something switched inside you, your once apparent confidence had shifted to bashfulness. He seemed to notice too. Of course he had to take advantage of that.
You could hardly make eye contact, darting your eyes all around from the wall, to the floor, his arms again. His face stayed unmoving, boring its gaze into yours.
After what felt like a full eternity, he started leaning in close. He took his time, moving slowly until you could feel his breath against the shell of your ear.
“Gold suits you.” He spoke barley above a whisper.
You pull back to look him in the eyes, somehow trying to find that gumption you once had.
“Better than purple?” You ask matter of factly, as you remembered that past interaction.
His chest rumbled, slowly with an almost impressed chuckle.
“But yeah you did good, would’ve been great had you won.” You said before you even thought about what you were saying.
He scoffed, taking a step back but still holding his long arm across the door. “Woah! I knew you had it in you.”
He hissed, his face still hovering in front of yours.
“What is it you want?” You question your confidence slowly coming back, only because you were now too distracted by your irritation.
He sighs “I want you to stop acting so… so nice, when I know you can’t stand me.” He responds, in a rage laced tone.
You furrow your eyebrows at him, confused by his statement. Sure you didn’t always like how he acted but you surely didn’t hate him.
It would be a lot easier if you did.
“I don’t hate you Randy.” For some reason his comment made your exterior soften ever so slightly. “Just hate it when you're a dick.”
You reached up grabbing his forearm, to move him out of your way. He let you, not resisting against your touch. Which shocked you. He still stood covering most of the doorway, so you had to squeeze past him to get through, the side of your body just barely grazing him. He seemed stunned at your total honesty, it was something he wasn’t always used to in this business.
He turned around, watching as you walked further into the deserted room. Suddenly something dawned on him. The reason why he treated you specifically the way he did. Or why even though you annoyed him, he was magnetically drawn to you. Then out of nowhere he blurted out “go on a date with me.”
You stopped dead in your tracks, spinning on your heels, but still staying in the same spot. You didn’t know what to say as he stayed in the doorway staring holes through you awaiting an answer.
You tried to seem as cool, calm and collected as possible. Even though inside you were flipping out.
“Ask me next week, Legend Killer.” was all you said, you internally palmed your forehead for using one of his many nicknames. Why did I say that? You thought.
He looked down, caught off guard by it too, and huffed out a quick laugh.
“But right now I’m going to take a shower.” You continue, pointing towards that area. He looked back up with the cheekiest grin he could possibly have, and you totally read his mind.
“And no you can’t join me!” You halfway joke.
“I uh - I wasn’t even thinking that!” He jests back, knowing damn well he was thinking exactly that.
“Goodnight Randy.” You say pointedly
“Goodnight Y/n.”
