As soon as Natalya walked through the door of the hotel room that she shared with Randy, she was instantly scooped up into a hug and twirled around.
"Nattie, are you okay?"
"Randy, you're hurting my ribs." Natalya said, wincing in pain.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry. What did the trainers say?" Randy asked as he set her back down on her feet, but kept his hands on her hips.
"I just have a few bruised ribs. Nothing major, just a little bit of pain."
"Is there anything that I can do to make you feel more comfortable?"
"Uh…can you get some ice from the machine so I can wrap it around my ribs?"
"Of course I will anything for you." Randy said as he leaned down and gently placed a kiss upon her lips. With a smile, he walked over and grabbed the ice bucket and then left the room.
When the door closed, Natalya could finally exhale. She couldn't believe that he had been drinking again, when he promised that he would stop. Every time that she would smell the alcohol on his breath, her mind would instantly think back to what happened two months prior.
Randy was down in the hotel bar, throwing back drinks and walking down
memory lane. He couldn't believe how much his life had changed in such a
short amount of time. His wife divorced him and took his daughter away. He
didn't know where she went; all he knew is that he would send an alimony
check to his lawyer and then it would be sent to her. The only way that
he knew how to dull the pain of what was going on in his life was to drink.
It had been almost a year since the divorce was finalized, but it was still
wearing down on him, despite the fact that he had somewhat moved on.
He was now dating Natalya Neidhart, a fellow third generation wrestler.
After the news of his divorce made its way throughout the WWE, Natalya
was one of the first people to try and comfort him about it. She had
stayed with him in his hotel room at all times of the night, just talking. It was
after all the time they had spent together, that he realized just how beautiful she
really was. The way that her long blonde and pink hair would cascade down her
back. The way she would laugh and then that smile that would follow,
made Randy smile to himself. Finally one night of talking, he asked her if
she wanted to grab something to eat. From then on, they were practically
inseparable, except when he would drink. This was something that he
like to do by himself. This night at the bar, he knew he had had too many,
but he didn't care. When the bartender cut him off, Randy cussed him out, but
then made his way up to Natalya's room; hoping to get into her pants. When
she opened the door, her face instantly lit up seeing him standing there,
but when she smelled the alcohol, the smile vanished.
"Randy, I think you should go back to your room and sleep this all off."
"Shut up, bitch. You know why I'm here, and you are going to give it to me."
"No, I'm not giving you anything while you're in this state. Goodnight Randy." Natalya said as she went to close the door.
Randy was stronger than her, and he used it to his advantage. He wedged his
foot in the doorway before she could close it all the way and powered his
way into the room. Natalya pushed herself up against the wall, afraid of what
would happen next. He closed the door and started to advance in her
direction. Frozen with fear, she couldn't move. Randy grabbed her roughly
by the arms, dragged her over to the bed and threw her down. He climbed
on top of her and she tried to fight her way out from underneath him, without
success. He ripped off her sweatpants and forced himself into her. She
cried out in pain and still tried to push him off of her. This only angered him
more. Without thinking, he swung his hand and slapped her. The sound was
deafening and Natalya quickly reached up with a hand and covered her face.
Tears started to form in her eyes and she remained silent. Randy made quick
work and once he was satisfied, he collapsed on the bed next to her, passed out.
Natalya stayed awake all night, crying to herself. She couldn't believe what had
just happened. Around dawn the next morning was when she was finally able
to drift off to sleep. Not long after she fell asleep, Randy awoke to a throbbing
headache. He looked over at Natalya and noticed the welt that remained on
her cheek and the bruises on both of her arms and he was appalled. He knew
that he was the cause of them. He carefully got out of the bed, put his jeans
back on and quietly walked out of her room. He knew that he had to make it
up to her somehow. Down stairs in the lobby, he hailed a cab and directed the
cabby to take him to the nearest jewelry store. Arriving, he walked in and picked
out a ring with a princess cut pink sapphire that was surrounded by black
diamonds. He knew that it was perfect. Once back at the hotel, he ordered room service and
waited until it arrived. When it did, he wheeled the cart inside and set everything
up. Walking over to Natalya, he gently shook her awake. She was guarded
he could tell. Seeing Randy standing over her, she moved over
to the other side of the bed. He quickly apologized to her and gave her the
ring. Wearily, she opened the box and gasped. Putting the ring on her right hand,
she smiled at Randy and kissed him, forgiving him for what he had done.
Twirling the ring on her finger, Natalya walked over to the bed and waited for Randy to come back with the ice. When he returned, she hoped that with her injured, he wouldn't continue to drink and would take care of her. Man was she wrong.