This is in connection with World Wrestling Digidestined, thus it involves my original character, Alison. Obviously months have passed and the team has changed... to include guys from Smackdown and ECW (Previously, it was just Raw guys...) I hope I have done this justice, it's not a legit sequel. Just a stand alone one shot with Alison in it.

Alison hasn't heard from Randy Orton since the initial "Are you ok?! What happened?" meeting they had a week ago, when he appeared on WWE Raw for the first time since his motorcycle accident, so when her D-Cell flicks to life late Sunday afternoon, Orton's name flashing on its little screen, she blinks in surprise and opens it. "Hello?"

"Hey, Ali," he greets her like they last talked an hour ago, smooth and lacking any kind of awkwardness. "I have a surprise for you... Can you use the Digiport for a short trip in a couple hours?"

She blinks, suspiciousness crawling up and down her spine as she digs her fingers through her thick hair thoughtfully. "Er, a trip? Why? And where?"

"Yes, a trip. You'll see why when you get there... and where, well, should be obvious... Unforgiven. I think you'll be very interested in being at this pay per view."
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It takes her awhile to get ready to go and clearance from Gennai to use the Digiport for a non-life threatening issue, but she's at the pay per view a good hour and a half before it begins, watching everyone running past her bustling to get everything together. She doesn't envy the hazzled looking production workers. A quick peek beyond the titantron curtain shows that people are already taking their seats. A nervous thrill passes through her and she gulps, ducking back so no one sees her.

She's not sure where Orton is, but the mere fact she's here feels weird, so she sneaks into the last empty locker room she finds in the maze of a hallway that's as far back from the titantron as you could get, and sits to catch her breath.

This is going to be a long evening, and why she's here, she's still not sure.
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It becomes an adventure, using the abandoned TV in her "borrowed" room to watch the pay per view, fighting her innate nature so she doesn't get caught in a random locker room having a fangirl moment.

She's not much of an adrenaline junkie, but this is amazing.

Finally Orton appears on the TV screen, and she knows where to find him. After narrowly missing being caught a few times, she comes up behind him and lightly taps him on the back, uncertain where to touch him so as not to hurt his shoulder.

When he catches sight of her, his face relaxes into a near smile. "You made it!"

"Course I made it," she says awkwardly. "I don't know why, but here I am."

He chuckles and drapes a leather cord around her neck, tying it deftly despite his bad arm. "You should've found me sooner but oh well... Now you don't have to hide for the rest of the pay per view..."

She looks down and finds a guest pass hanging in protective plastic. "Is this... but..."

He smiles and drapes his good arm around her shoulders. "Let's watch the fun, eh?"
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She's hanging out in his personal locker room, a little dazed by it all, eyes locked on the going ons of the Smackdown scramble match when she looks up to find Orton's gone. She fusses, teeth biting into her bottom lip before reluctantly returning to the match. He can take care of himself...

She keeps repeating this until CM Punk appears on the TV and is talking about his match when Orton interrupts and begins dissing the champion. She swallows, now understanding Orton's plan, especially when Team Priceless begins beating Punk down. One kick to the head later, and she sees where this is possibly heading.

When Orton returns, she greets him with a raised eyebrow and hint of a smile. "Adamle says that Punk may need to be replaced... Are you going to be the replacement for him...?"

Orton raises his eyebrows and smiles back at her. "The thought never occurred to me..."

"Sure it didn't," she says, before dragging her eyes back to the diva's title match with a good deal of effort. "But why did you want me to come here other wise?"

He just smiles knowingly, annoying her further.
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When the scramble starts, Orton randomly disappears again mid-through the first five minutes and she clenches her fists, just knowing his plans are coming to a fruition right now, one way or another.

Except she's wrong-- the final five minutes are up, with the first four men in the match the known competitors and instead of "Voices" slamming through the arena, a familiar countdown hits and her jaw drops. "No frickin way?" She's reminded of her first time meeting this man-- bleeding and weak after being attacked by Dobumon, and she swallows. He's walking slowly to the ring, clutching his arm to his chest and she's afraid he's done something to it but he actually ventures inside at one point just to be slammed away by Batista.

Orton re-enters the room in the last minute, a smirk on his face as he takes in Alison's pensive, hopeful face. They watch quietly as Batista pins Kane, Rey enters the ring, but Jericho sneaks in as Dave slams Rey and pins Kane to win and hold onto the title in the last eight seconds.

"Oh, Hell," Alison breathes, ringing her hands suddenly. "He did it! He did it!" Orton laughs behind her, and she spins. "You knew! You knew this was going to happen!"

He smirks. "I knew you would want to be here. I knew history was going to be made tonight, one way or another."

She swallows and quickly hugs him, mind abuzz in too many thoughts and feelings before dashing for the titantron. He follows, a relaxed, lazy look on his face as whispers follow them, people alternating between discussing what he did to Punk, and who the weird girl is. "Chris!" she squeals, stopping right in front of him, glee fading slightly as she takes in his pained, stooped position, every agony and torture he endured from Shawn obvious. "Aw... Are you... how do you feel?"

He smiles despite the pain and gingerly lifts the belt, blood still caked around his right elbow. "Here." Before she can ask, he drops the gold awkwardly across her shoulder and smiles as she stumbles under the sudden weight. "It looks good on you."

"Tch!" she grumbles, shifting it to stop it from digging in her flesh. It doesn't help. "You just didn't want to carry it any longer."

"That too," he smiles unabashedly. "So how loud did you get when I won?"

Orton smirks from behind her. "If it says anything, my ears are still ringing."

"I wasn't that bad," she grumbles, glaring at him.

Jericho's about to comment when the curtain around the titantron twitches open once more and Dave barrels through, looking like someone just ran over his pet dog and left it for dead. "JERICHO!"

"Whoa, hey," Alison interjects, seeing a fight brewing. She steps between the two men, hands raised in what she hopes is an appeasing fashion. This is nothing new, the Digidestined get in fights often and sometimes she's the only one who can diffuse situations. "I don't think Jericho's--" Her words are knocked from her throat when Dave totally ignores her and pushes her aside bodily, tackling Jericho into the equipment behind him.

Barely five seconds have passed from her hitting the heavy duty trunks stacked up against the wall when the other Digidestined scattered around quickly pull Dave off of Chris, a couple going to check on her once the Animal seems to be under something like control.

"Ali?" Morrison whispers as he and Miz slowly walk her away from the tottering trunks. "C'm'ere."

"Can you hear us?" Miz asks, when she doesn't respond, eyes squeezed closed. "Alison? Aliiiiiiiiiiison..."

"Shut up, Mike," she breathes, clutching her head as they sit her down near Jericho, who's looking around with a dazed look on his pale face, title still in his trembling hands.

"She's ok," he smiles, before leaning her forward. "Let me look." He knows what to look for, and isn't surprised to find a sizeable lump on the side of her skull, from where she slammed into the wall after hitting the trunks. "Concussion?" he whispers to John, who shrugs and nods. "How do you feel, Alison?"

"Like if you keep asking me stupid questions, I'm gonna throw up all over your chick magnet shirt..."

Dave's now back under control and takes in the group of Digidestined watching him angrily, the stack of trunks off balance, Jericho sprawled out on the floor not that far from... Alison, who is also stretched out and being tended to by Miz and Morrison. He knows immediately that he has done this, and it shows in his dark eyes. "Ali?" he whispers, almost whimpering, as he scurries towards her, ignoring the attempts of others around him trying to restrain him.

"Hey, man, stay back," Morrison warns, stepping between the Animal and Alison. "You've done enough."

Both men know he could drop Morrison if he really wants, but he can see pain in Alison's green eyes even from this distance so he painfully drops his stance and looks around once more before shuffling towards the locker room, defeat in every inch of his posture. Once he's gone, the others group around Alison and Jericho, who are looking equally dazed and in pain.

"Ali," Chris wheezes, wondering briefly if this breathless pain is like what Shawn felt when Jericho accidentally punched Rebecca weeks back. He quickly pushes the thought away and drags himself over to her. "Are you ok?"

"Are you?" she breathes, letting herself slump over till she's resting against him.

He ignores the pain her weight brings and rubs her shoulder gently. "I will be."

"Then I will be too." She smiles weakly. "Is this what you have to look forward to as champ?"

"This and more," he confesses weakly as Miz goes to get a trainer, leaving Morrison behind to control the masses.

"You'll do great," she finally says confidently, after staring him in the eye for a short while. "I've never doubted you."

"Now why don't you work for WWE?" he asks her, cringing slightly as she yawns, face scrunching up in pain at the movement. "Then I'd have, like, three whole people in my corner here."

"Just too good for the WWE," she suggests tiredly. "But I'm not the only one."