Me, You and My Medication

We're up to TEN! Ohmigod, I am so excited! And VERY glad you all enjoyed chapter nine, I thought it was a really good moment for Clarissa and Ted. Also, I went through the other chapters and fixed the grammar – I know, it doesn't mean much to you guys, been there, read that – just thought I'd let you know.
Anyway, with all that aside – ENJOY! :D

Chapter Ten: Don't Worry, I Got This

I was informed when we reached the arena earlier that I was to be in a match tonight with Randy Orton, so Clarissa and I split up afterward. She had to meet with the boss anyway, probably on what happened a few days earlier in the lobby. If anything, I could step in and say something, but the tapes should be able to back her up and prove that Clarissa wasn't the one at fault and I'm sure she can hold her own ground. I have been watching the television in my locker room, waiting to see if I'd catch Clarissa on screen, although, so far, I haven't seen her at all.

"Hey, dude, I got you a bottle of water," Cody says from behind me, "So, what did you want to talk about?"

I was hesitant for a second, trying to get my thoughts straight. I then look up at Cody, "Orton's not getting away tonight," I reply, "When things get bad out there, you know what to do," I reply, hearing Orton's music hit the arena, "Show time."

As I leave the room and make my way down the corridor to the gorilla entrance, I get stopped. "Teddy!" I hear from behind me. I turn to see Clarissa approaching me, "Ris, I don't have the time right now –"

"I just want to wish you luck," she smiles, "Please be careful." There was this look of concern in her deep brown eyes.

"I'm going to be fine," I reassure her, "I have to go. I'll meet back up with you in the locker room after the match."

She nods, "I'm going to hang out with Cody for a bit then." I turn and continue on my way to the entrance, "But I mean it Teddy, be careful!" I hear her call from behind me.

I look over my shoulder, "Don't worry so much, I got this." I hear my music blast through the arena, my body feeling tense; the adrenaline rushing right through me. Randy has walked all over me, Legacy, Clarissa; anyone. Out of all those times, he's getting what he deserves tonight.

My eyes glare and meet with his. This was my moment, this was everything. It was my chance to prove I'm worthy of it all. It wasn't about proving who the better champion is, or some type of title match, this was personal. I'm taking a stand, I'm better than him and I can prove it.

As I step into the ring now inches from his, I'm ready to meet my fate.

x-X-x

Halfway thru our dispute, I slip on my attack and Randy counters, slamming my body right into the mat. It leaves me lying defenseless; open to every attack possible. Right at that moment of feeling my guard pushed down, Randy begins his rampage of hits. Kicking me in every spot he knew would make a disadvantage, afterward jamming his knee's down onto my chest.

I'm done for. I've failed. It's over.

Becoming all ready to make his last move, The Viper is ready to strike, to destroy whatever is left of me; then the crowd cheers. Cody jumps up onto the apron, giving enough time to distract Orton and give me the chance to win the match. Just as I cover for him for the win, he reverses the roll and as I kick out he lunges straight for Rhodes. It was all downhill from there.

Legacy had the upper hand for a slight second before Randy starts to fight back; he knocks me out of the ring, Rhodes becoming his full target. Right as he's about to DDT Cody, I pull him out. This was over, it's done. There was no win and at the same time, there's no loss either. This war was far from being over, completely far. I'm not done yet. It's been boiling in my blood for a while, I know I can overpower him; I can't keep getting disqualified like this though.

As Cody and I step backstage, I cannot help but feel so enraged at how - even when Randy lost - he stood victorious. Cody leaves me, off to go get cleaned up and changed. That's when I remembered a certain pink haired girl I left earlier. When I return back to my locker room I open the door and Clarissa throws herself into me, her arms tightly grasping my waist. "You told me you were going to be okay!" I hear her sob, trying to catch her breath.

Is she crying?

I look down upon her, the frustration slowly disappearing. "Rissa, I am okay," I reply. The sweat on my chest didn't seem to bother her, as she dug her head deeper into it.

"You got injured, Teddy, I saw what Orton did to you!" she pushes herself away from me. The navy colored eyeliner, now streamed unevenly under her eyes.

"I'm a little bruised up, Ris, it's nothing big, really." I confess.

A few minor bruises, nothing too serious. Why is she making such a big deal about this?

"I don't want you doing this, Ted!" she yells to me. It was the first time I have ever heard her refer to me as Ted.

"Ris, what the hell are you talking about?!" I exclaim right back to her.

She looks up to me, the stains of her makeup mixed with the wet tear stains have covered the light glow of her face. "I don't want you to hurt yourself just to protect me!" she tries to breathe in-between the sobs again.

"Ris I –"

"No!" she fights back, "I cannot let you put yourself on the line just because of me," she replies, her voice growing softer. Clarissa sinks down to the floor, the tears continue to flow down her face uncontrollably.

I kneel down next to her, "Clarissa," I say, "Please, stop this." I beg.

"I can't," she answers.

My right hand strokes her back in a circular motion, "Nothing is going to happen to me, Randy isn't going to do anything that could injury me too badly, so please stop crying." I request. My hand moves slower against her back. Her breathing begins to calm a bit as I hand her a water bottle. "Are you alright?" I ask.

"No." she looks up at me, her chocolate brown pools covered in this puffy redness. This wasn't like her, at all. I have never seen her so distraught over a match before. "I'm afraid he's really going to hurt you," she says, "Is it really worth sacrificing your career for me?"

She's worried about me?

"That's not going to happen." I assure her.

"And how can you be so sure?" she inquires.

I hesitate. I don't understand how one match can totally over work her like this? It doesn't make any sense to me at all. "Well, I really can't be." I confess. I hate to admit it, but it's the truth. Anything that goes on in the squared circle could go wrong.

"Do you see what I mean?" she questions me. "Teddy, if you got severely injured by Randy, it would be my entire fault," Clarissa says. "I don't want you taking the fall for something that doesn't have anything to do with you because than I would be the bad guy."

This has everything to do with me!

"Ris, I think you worry too much," I chuckle, "I'm a trained professional; I know everything there is to know about avoiding injuries, to the best of my ability," My place my arm over her shoulders, "Now please, promise me you'll stop crying."

She nods, her breathing returning to normal, "Okay fine." She says. Clarissa doesn't have anything to worry about when it comes to me being in the ring. I can hold my own ground; I believe I pretty much proved that tonight.

"Let's go get cleaned up and go out for some ice cream or something. I think we both deserve it." I say.

I'm not going to let her down. The only way I could is if Randy kicked me until I was dead. And I am not going to let him get that chance again.

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