Disclaimer- I only own Brandi.
A/N- This short story will be anywhere from seven to ten chapters. It's based off the song Love The Way You Lie by Eminem and Rihanna. It's a very nice song check it out if you haven't heard it yet! Even if you don't like rap it's worth listening to. Italicized writing is Randy's memories.
I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight all I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight
Chapter 1-Memories
I could claim many things to be true about me. I'm a charmer, the hottest guy to have graced this earth, a great wrestler, and oh yeah did I mention I'm a charmer? No girl is ever safe around me. I could change your sex life with just a simple blink of an eye. Hell, I could make you wetter then you've ever been with just a simple smirk. Yet, there's only one claim that stands out as the most important truth. I'm a mess when it comes to loving you. I never was truly in love with a girl until I met you. I used to think love would always just come naturally to a person. That changed once you proved me wrong, because as I'm sitting here, head against the turnbuckle, I see my opponent making his advance towards me. I feel weak and lifeless as I stare into the lights above the ring. In the black spots that block my vision, I imagine your face.
I scan the crowd of all the people in the club. My eyes stop on you. You're with a group of friends in the front of the club. You're taller then the rest of your friends even in flats. From where I'm standing I have the perfect view of you. Your black hair looks long even though you have it curled. Your teeth glow a bright white as you flash the bartender a smile.
A nudge to my side causes me to break away from looking at you. I clench my fists as I look down at John.
"What?" My reply is anything but friendly, I manage to make sure he hears the pissed off tone in my voice.
"Find your special birthday fuck yet?" The group of my colleges laugh at John's question, I glare at them before forcing myself to look back at John. This asshole is anything but funny.
"As a matter of fact I did. Find someone else to room with dickhead." I shove him while walking down the steps.
As I drift farther and farther away from the VIP section, you become clearer. Your dress is short and low cut, almost as if you're taunting me. Then I remember you have yet to cease that I exist with in the walls of this club. My hand touches your bare shoulder; I'm instantly drawn to the smooth silk of your skin.
"I do believe someone as sexy as you should be accompanied on a night like this." You turn around, and I can't help but lick my lips. You look delectable.
"And why's that?" Your left eyebrow pops up, even though you think I can't notice that you're checking me out, I can. I don't blame you though, fuck, even I check myself out.
"It's a full moon, you never know when a weirdo might appear." A giggle passes through your lips.
"My name's Randy. Randy Orton."
"It's nice to meet your Randy. My name's Brandi, Brandi Moretti." You smile up at me, and that's when I know I've got you hooked to me.
"Well Miss Moretti, why don't we go on a walk?" I sent you my smirk, your head nodded instantly. Even I impress myself with my charm. A cocky arrogance took over myself as we walked out of the club, hand in hand.
I shake my head, desperately trying to get rid of those annoying black spots. My vision clears and it becomes clear to me that I have less then five seconds before I'm crushed with a spear by none other then your favorite wrestler; Edge. With a quick roll I'm out of the ring and pressed against the cool black mat outside of the ring. The ref is starting to count, the noise mixes in my brain with the screams of my fans, and my haters. But the only voice I hear clearly is yours.
Your beautiful hazel eyes seem to be a dark green in the light as we walk down the boardwalk. In my mind I imagine all the ways you would be mine that night. The air turns colder the closer we get to the beach. The smell of the fresh, clean air brings me out of my thoughts. A shiver consumes your whole body and I swear I can feel you shaking up my whole arm. You turn to me, your eyes are brown as we stand by the water in the dark, and a smile slowly spreads across your face. Water brushes against our bare footed feet, another shiver passes through your body.
A sudden burst of energy rips through me with such a ferociousness that it even scares me. I'm on my feet, climbing back into the ring. With one last shake of my head, I enter my stealth mode. Concentrate, just concentrate. Adam turns around slowly. His eyes widen as he see's me. I step forward; delivering one of the most vicious RKO's that I've done in awhile. Grabbing his leg quickly, I hold it up while leaning my head back; the ref pounds his hand into the mat three times before the bell rings.
Slowly, I lift myself up from the mat; it's getting hard to stand on my own, for a split second I wonder if you can tell from watching this match. My hands fall limply to my sides; I push myself to walk out of the ring and up the ramp. My theme song is slowly coming to an end. Just like you and me.
Well, that's it for chapter number one! The rest of the chapters will most likely be longer. Please tell me what you think of this! I want your honest opinion! So with out further ado, please, please, review! I greatly appreciate your feedback!