Chapter 10—The Arrest: Part I
A/N: I loved Old School Raw so much that I decided to update early! Thanks for reading. Please review.
[one month later]
Liz and Randy had mended their friendship. They had been apart, however, for a couple of months. Liz had started wrestling on NXT while Randy kept up his schedule on the main roster. He had become WWE champion, so his schedule was always full. Today, Randy and Liz had a chance to meet up at the airport for a pay-per-view in St. Louis: their hometown. They had planned to go to lunch and spend a few days together before the show.
Liz had yet to share with Dolph and Randy what the doctor told her at Raw a month earlier. She was secretly hoping Randy would have forgotten about it by now.
Randy was hanging out near the gate Liz told him she would be coming from. When he saw the plane's passengers walking through, he perked up and looked for Liz. When the TSA agent closed the gate, Randy frowned. He pulled out his phone to call Liz. As he dialed the number, he faintly heard "Voices" playing as a ring tone.
He looked around and saw a slightly chubby girl answering the phone; then he heard Liz's voice on the other end.
Hello?
Uh, Liz?
Randy! Where are you?
Turn around. He prayed and hoped the girl wouldn't turn around. Much to his dismay, she did. The girl grinned and hung up the phone before running into Randy's arms.
"Randy! I missed you!" she said as she hugged Randy tightly.
"Liz?" Randy questioned.
"What?" she asked as she broke the hug.
Randy frowned and looked her over; she had gained at least 30 pounds.
"You look, uh—different," he said.
"Yeah. Let's head out of here," she said avoiding the conversation.
Randy nodded and led the way to baggage claim so Liz could get her luggage. When her bags were retrieved Randy hailed them a cab to his house. When the cab pulled up to the familiar home, Randy paid the driver and grabbed his bags from the trunk.
Liz tried to get her bags, too but she struggled to lift them; they were too heavy. "Could you help me, Randy?" she asked.
Randy smiled and nodded. "Sure." He said. In the back of his mind, he was confused as to why Liz needed help. She had always been perfectly capable of carrying her own luggage, no matter how heavy. Nonetheless, Randy arranged the luggage so he could carry both their loads.
"Reach in my pocket and get the keys," Randy said.
Without hesitation, Liz reached into his pocket to retrieve the keys.
"Whoa!" Randy jerked away when Liz accidentally touched his manhood through the fabric.
"I'm so sorry," Liz said as she laughed nervously.
"Trust me… you don't need to apologize," he said with a smirk.
Liz tried for the keys a second time; this time, she was more careful. Randy chuckled when the keys slipped from his pocket. Liz shook her head and led Randy to the front door so she could unlock it.
She struggled with the keys; she couldn't figure out which key for was for the door.
"Which key is it, Ran?" she asked as she tried each key. Liz had always been a frequent guest but she never had to use a key, so she didn't know which key unlocked the door.
He snorted. "It's the big one," he said.
Liz rolled her eyes at the sly sexual innuendo. She tried one of the bigger keys; it worked. She pushed the door open and held it open so Randy could carry the luggage inside.
Randy walked towards the stairs that led to the second floor. "Could you sort through the food in the kitchen? If it's bad, throw it out. Then make a list so we can do some shopping," he said.
Liz nodded and got to work. She threw out the spoiled and rotten foods and made a grocery list of food that she and Randy would pick up from the store later. When she was done, she went upstairs in search of her bags but she couldn't find them anywhere. She heard Randy moving around in the master bedroom so she opened the closed door but she was bombarded with the site of a very naked Randy Orton walking around the room.
She shrieked and quickly closed the door back.
"Give me a second, Liz," Randy said on the other side of the door. No more than a minute later, Randy opened the door. This time, he had a towel wrapped around the lower half of his body.
"I was about to take a shower, Lizard. What was so important that you just had to see me in my birthday suit?" Randy asked jokingly.
Liz couldn't even look Randy in the eye; she kept her head down. "I was just looking for my bags," she said quietly.
Randy nodded and turned away. While his back was turned, Liz looked up and admired his body and the way his muscles rolled beneath his skin. His back rippled as he bent over to pick up the bags. His biceps flexed and his chest tightened as he carried the luggage. Liz couldn't help but lick her lips. She had never realized how attractive Randy was until just then.
"Th—thanks," she stuttered when Randy handed her the luggage. Instead of leaving, Liz continued to stand there and stare at Randy's naked body. His skin glowed; his sleeves of tattoos sensually marked his smooth skin; his defined abs cut his stomach. Liz only prayed that the towel wrapped around his waist would fall to the floor so she could get another glimpse of the man flesh that hung thick and long along his ample thighs.
Randy flexed his pecks as Liz stared. Out of pure shock and lust, she accidentally dropped the bags and moaned softly. Randy smirked and grabbed Liz by her hips and slowly pulled her into his body. Liz let her hands roam Randy's torso. She liked the way his warm skin felt under her quivering hands. Randy's hands practically floated up Liz's sides until they reached her cheeks where cupped her face in his hands. He leaned in slowly and gently kissed her lips.
Randy moved his hands to squeeze Liz's full ass; it prompted her to deepen the kiss. He easily lifted her and carried her to his bed. He hovered over her and gently planted kisses on the spot where handprint bruise used to be on her neck. He fidgeted with the hem of her shirt and started to pull it over her head. Liz stopped him quickly and pulled her shirt back down; it was too late, though because Randy already saw what she was hiding.
She pulled Randy's face back to her lips and kissed him passionately. So passionately that Randy was shocked; nonetheless, he returned the kiss. He wanted to go further, but he knew how important Liz's virginity was to her. He pulled away from her and rolled onto his back. He pulled her close and enveloped her in his arms. Liz cuddled up close to Randy and kissed his chest. She giggled as he lightly tickled her side. He pulled her hair back and kissed her forehead.
"Can I ask you something, Liz?" Randy asked.
She nodded. "Mmhm. What's up?"
Randy took a deep breath. "What happened with Wade?" he asked.
Liz shook her head and stood from the bed; she started walking away, but Randy pulled her back down to the bed.
"Let me rephrase that. You look different since I last saw you. What inspired the change?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I don't know. I thought it was time to switch things up," she said quietly.
Randy nodded. "Is everything okay with Wade?" he asked blatantly. He didn't know that they had broken up.
"I don't want to do this right now, Randy," Liz said.
"It's a simple question, Liz. I haven't been on your back about this for months. I just want to make sure you're okay because the last time I had a conversation with you, you were as skinny as a bean pole; and before that, your lip was busted and half your face was swollen." Randy said with a tense tone.
Liz nodded. "I know. I figured if I changed what drew him to me in the first place, he would break up with me. So I tried to lose weight, changed my hair color, and started wearing different clothes," she explained.
Randy thought for a moment. "Did it work?" he asked.
Liz sighed. "Kind of."
He frowned. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well," she started. "The first thing I did was dye my hair. He didn't like it so he punished me for it," She said.
Randy knew exactly what she meant by Wade's punishment. He took a detour from asking to save himself from getting angry. "What else?" he asked.
"Then, I dyed it back and started working out to slim down. He told me that he didn't like skinny girls and forced fed me for a while. Then I changed my wardrobe. He said that I had turned into a whore so he dumped me," she said.
Randy tried to hide a satisfactory smile.
Liz chuckled. "It's okay to be happy, Randy. I'm happy about it. I don't have to be his punching bag anymore," she said. She left out a few details because she knew Randy wouldn't be able to handle them.
Randy nodded and dropped the subject. "We should get up and get something to eat," he said.
Liz nodded and headed towards the shower. Randy stayed in bed and thought about Liz's situation with Wade. He was glad that she was free of him. He wanted to try to make another move on Liz himself, but he knew it was too soon for Liz to think about any kind of relationships even though it had been months since she and Wade split. Randy sighed and cleared his head. He got up and looked through his bags for something to put on after his shower. He laid out a plain red t-shirt, a hoodie, and black denim jeans. He checked his schedule for the next few days. There wasn't much for him to do; there was dinner with his parents, and he was planning to visit Becky's grave. He had always planned to do so, but when time came, Randy would always back out at the last minute. He could never talk himself into actually doing it.
He put his phone down when he heard the bathroom door opening. Liz emerged wrapped in a towel. She lightly treaded toward the door to get her bags from the hallway where she dropped them. "I'm going to get dressed in the guest room," she said.
Randy nodded and watched her walk away. He knew what Liz was hiding, but he didn't think it was good idea to bring up Wade again. Instead, he took a shower and got dressed before he went downstairs to wait on Liz.
[the next night]
Randy and Liz were on their way to have dinner with Randy's family. Liz was still being a bit quiet. She sat in Randy's Bentley wearing a pair of skinny jeans and an oversized sweater. Her midsection as covered by the draping that the sweater provided.
Randy sighed and broke the silence. "So are you excited to see my parents?" he asked.
Liz nodded. "Yeah. I haven't seen them in a while," she said. "Are you excited to see Nate?" she asked.
He glanced at her and looked back to the road. "Thrilled," he breathed sarcastically.
Liz chuckled. "When was the last time you talked to him?" she asked.
Randy thought back to the last time he saw his younger brother. "Your graduation party," he said.
"Randy! That was two and a half years ago," she exclaimed.
"Not long enough," he said.
Liz shook her head. Randy and Nate had a falling out years ago about something Randy refused to ever talk about. Liz may be Randy's closest friend, but she knew better than to ever ask Randy about what happened between him and Nate. They never talked and they only ever saw each other on special occasions like graduations or, god forbid, funerals.
Soon enough, the Bentley rolled through the driveway leading to the Orton residence. Liz glanced over at her childhood home she sold almost a year prior. The setting sun made the house look even more beautiful than she remembered it. She sighed and looked away. Randy could tell that she missed Missouri, but he kept quiet.
"You ready?" he asked as he killed the car engine.
She nodded and smiled. She got out and headed to the front door of the Orton house. She patiently waited on Randy. When he got there, he knocked loudly on the door. They heard a faint squeal of excitement followed by a woman yelling excitedly, "They're here!", Randy and Liz heard.
They chuckled as the door was opened. Elaine Orton opened the door and smiled happily. "Randal!" she screeched as he hugged her eldest child. When they broke the hug, Elaine looked towards Randy's guest. "Randal, I thought Liz was coming; who is this young lady?" she asked.
Liz hung her head. Randy sighed. "This is Liz, Mom," he said.
Elaine frowned. "Oh my. You look so differently, sweetheart," she said to Liz.
Liz tried to smile politely. "Yes, ma'am," she said.
"Can we come in, ma?" Randy asked.
Elaine smiled and nodded. "Of course, darling," she said as she opened the door wide and let Randy and Liz inside. Elaine went to the kitchen; Liz and Randy followed her.
"So how was the travel? Randal told me that you two had to take different flights," Elaine said in an attempt to make conversation. "It was okay," Liz said. She was still feeling the effects of Elaine not recognizing her. She was the only other woman she had as a role model growing up. Now that her own mother had passed away, Liz thought she would look to Elaine as a mother figure.
Randy sighed and took the focus off of Liz. "So where's Dad?" Randy asked his mother.
"He went out to pick up some last minute stuff for dinner," the older lady said.
The home's phone in the kitchen started to ring. "Excuse me for a second," Elaine said as she answered the phone.
Liz and Randy excused themselves to the living room. "I'm sorry about my mom, Liz," Randy said apologetically.
"It's okay, Randy. I look different; that's no argument," she said.
Randy nodded. "Here's the thing, Liz. There was nothing wrong with your look before Wade. Honestly, you are always beautiful no matter what. You were beautiful then and you're definitely beautiful now. It's almost like you're glowing," he said gesturing to Liz's body. Randy waited for Liz to blow up at him or slap him or do something defensive.
Instead, Liz nodded. "Thanks you, Randy. I really needed that," she said.
Just then, Elaine joined them in the living room. "There you two are. I thought you had run away from me," she said jokingly.
The two laughed lightly. "Can I help with anything?" Randy asked.
Elaine sighed. "There's nothing to be done here, but your brother just called and said he is having car trouble. I would love it if you would go pick him up," she said as she looked at Randy optimistically.
Randy frowned. "No way. I'm don't want to be anywhere near that ass—"
"You will watch your mouth in this house, Randal," she said angrily.
He sighed. "What if he's lying, Ma? He probably just doesn't want to come over because he knows I'm here," he said.
Elaine shook his head. "I don't know what got into you boys, but you two need to sit down and work it out. I will not have my boys fighting for the rest of their lives," she said. "Now," she continued. "I'm not asking you. I'm telling you to go pick up your brother and bring him back here in one piece in time for dinner," Elaine said as she scolded her son.
Liz snickered at how Elaine tore The Viper to shreds.
Randy mumbled something, most likely curses, under his breath.
"Did you hear me, boy?" Elaine asked with her hands on her hips.
Randy nodded. "Yes, ma'am," he said as he stood from where he sat on the sofa.
Liz grabbed his wrist. "Can I come with you?" she asked.
Randy shook his head. "No. I'd prefer you to say here. I'll be back soon," he said.
Liz nodded and watched him walk out. She sighed and turned to Elaine who was just staring at her. Eventually, Elaine sat next to Liz.
"So, how have you been Elizabeth?" she asked.
"I've been okay," Liz said.
"How do like Mississippi?" Elaine asked.
Liz shrugged. "It's okay," she said.
Elaine frowned. For some reason, Liz was being short with her. "Is there something bothering you, dear?" she asked Liz.
"Actually, yeah. It really hurt that you didn't recognize me," she said quietly.
Elaine nodded. "I know, sweetie, and I'm so sorry for that. I was expecting to see the same little girl I saw next door almost a year ago," she said.
Liz continued to sit quietly.
"So," Elaine started. She was interrupted.
"Anybody home?" they heard coming from the kitchen. It was Bob.
"We're in the living room!" Elaine shouted.
Soon enough, Bob Orton rounded the corner. He smiled when he saw Liz.
"Well look at who finally decided to visit. How are you, sweetheart?" he asked.
She smiled. "I'm fine, Poppy, thanks. How about yourself?" she asked.
He smiled at the term of endearment and shrugged. "I'm alright. I think I've been suffering from a little empty nest syndrome without having you next door anymore," he said.
Liz chuckled softly.
"Did you get everything on the list?" Elaine asked her husband.
He nodded. "Yep,"
Elaine smiled. "Good. Elizabeth, could you help me with the rest of dinner?" she asked.
Liz nodded and followed Elaine to the kitchen.
Almost half an hour later, Randy and Nate came through the front door arguing.
"…I'm just saying that if you didn't want to come tonight, you should have said so instead of lying!" Randy shouted as the bothers walked through the house.
"Whatever, man! I didn't lie," Nate said to defend himself.
"So, what? Your car only starts when somebody besides you gets behind the wheel?" Randy asked rhetorically.
"I don't know, dude!"
"Cut the bullshit, Nate! You—"
Bob cut in. "Watch your mouth, boy!" he scolded his eldest son.
Randy sighed. "Hey, Pop," he said as he hugged his father.
"What are you boys going on about, now?" Elaine asked.
"Randy accused me of lying about my car to get out of coming to dinner," Nate explained.
"It's not an accusation if I proved it, dumbass," Randy said to his younger brother. He turned his attention to his mother. "Ma, when I got there, I asked Nate what was wrong with the car and he said that it wouldn't start. So I got in his car and tried starting it. It started on the first try. He was lying just like I told you he was," Randy said.
Nate shook his head. "I would never lie to you, Ma," he lied kindheartedly.
Elaine sighed. "I know, baby. Why do you always have to cause trouble with your brother, Randy?" she asked.
Randy's eyes widened. "Are you fucking serious?!"
"I won't tell you again, Randal! Do not curse in this house!" Elaine yelled.
"No! You have always taken his side! Just because he's the youngest doesn't mean he's always innocent!" he said as he stormed away upstairs.
Everyone else stood in the kitchen and stared at each other. When a door upstairs slammed, they all flinched.
"I'm going to go check on him," Liz volunteered.
Liz gently knocked on the door of Randy's childhood bedroom.
"Leave me alone!" she heard.
"It's me, Randy. Can I come in?" she asked softly. She waited for a response but Randy opened the door and stepped aside to let her in. Liz looked around and saw that the room had been transformed into a more adult-like bedroom.
"Did they send you?" Randy asked.
She chuckled. "No. I came up here all by myself," she said.
Randy huffed and laid down on the bed with his hands behind his head. His eyes were closed. He felt the bed dip. Liz draped an arm around Randy's midsection and rested her head on his chest.
"Talk to me," she said.
Randy sighed. "They always take his side," he said.
Liz tried to hold back a laugh. "I gathered that from what just happened downstairs," she said.
He remained quiet.
"Something else is bothering you," she said as she looked up at him. "What's going on?"
He took a deep breath and looked up at her. "I don't know, Liz. I just feel like I'm not good enough for anybody anymore. I mean, Hunter and Steph keep making me look like I'm weak; you don't love me; now my own parents don't believe me when I say Nate's lying."
Liz sat up and sighed. "Randy—" she started.
Randy shook his head. "Don't. I just really want to be alone right now," he said.
"Just listen to me, Randy," she started. "How I feel about you isn't your fault," she said.
He chuckled dryly. "That's a first," he said.
"What?" Liz asked.
"I've never had a girl give me the 'It's not you, it's me' line," he said as he propped himself up on his elbows.
She sighed. "I do love you, but I can't make myself be in love with you. With everything that happened with Wade, it's going to be hard for me to be in love with anybody at his point."
Randy stood angrily. "Don't give me that bullshit, Liz. I told you how I felt about you before you got serious with Wade. Everything that happened with you and him could have been avoided if—" Randy tasted how bitter his words were.
Liz shook her head and stood to leave.
"That's not what I meant, Liz," he said sympathetically as he tried to hug her.
Liz tore out of his arms. "That's exactly what you meant, Randy," she said. "You always blame shit on other people. You can never admit when you've done something wrong. If you told me how you felt earlier, things probably would have been different. You waited until you saw me with Wade to say something," she said.
Randy hung his head; he knew Liz was right.
She continued. "You got jealous and realized that you had lost your chance, instead of telling me up front. I could have fallen in love with you, Randy, but you were too busy keeping up your tough guy image. You and I would have worked out perfectly. So many people told me that we were made for each other. I didn't mess that up, you did. So, don't invite me to your pity party," ranted.
It took Liz a few minutes to calm down, but when she did, she spoke again. "And you're right. I could have avoided Wade had you told me sooner. I went looking for somebody I knew you couldn't or wouldn't protect me from. I got myself in a lot of trouble because of it. I should have listened to what you had to say that day. If I actually gave you a chance, I wouldn't have been in such a shitty situation. And for that, I'm sorry," she said.
"Don't blame yourself for what he did to you, Liz. It's not your fault,"
Liz sniffled as a tear fell to her cheek. "I tried to tell myself that every day, but…" she trailed off.
Randy stepped forward and hugged her tightly. "It's over, now, Liz," he said soothingly. Liz cried into his chest as he rubbed her back.
"I can't force you to but, I think you should at least press charges," Randy said out of the blue.
She shook her head. "I don't think that would be a good idea. It could make him even more upset and I don't want to give him a reason to hurt me again," she said.
"Dinner is ready!" Elaine shouted up the stairs.
"We'll be down in a minute, Ma," Randy shouted back as Liz wiped her face of tears.
Randy sighed and looked down into Liz's hazel eyes. "I love you, Liz and I want to give us a try on clean slate," he said.
Liz looked to the floor. "I don't know, Randy. I don't want to be in your little black book of hookups. If we do this, I need some kind of security; I need to know that I can trust you and depend on you 100 percent," she said.
Randy nodded in understanding. "I get that, Liz and I can give you security. I told you that I haven't had a girlfriend in almost three years now. We can make this work if you just give me the chance. Of course I'll have to make a few changes, but that'll be easy," he said.
She took a shaky breath and looked into his usually cold eyes that suddenly showed warmth. "I'll have to think about it," she said.
He stared at her lips as he moved his hands to her waist and pulled her flat against his body. "Can I give you something to think about?" he asked.
Liz bit her lip and rubbed his chest with his hands as she looked at him, nodding. Randy leaned down and captured her lips in a soft kiss.
Randy's lips on hers were like fire; she deepened the kiss and moaned. Before anything more could happen, the door was pushed open.
"Ma said the food is—"
Liz and Randy quickly broke apart. Nate stood in the doorway with a grin on his face.
"Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd say somebody's robbing the cradle," he said with a smug attitude.
Liz blushed and quickly left the room.
Randy almost growled at his younger brother as they stood alone in the room. "You say anything, and I'll cut off your balls with my bare hands," he warned quietly enough so Liz wouldn't hear as she was leaving, but he made sure Nate could hear the promise. Nate nodded and tried to keep the remarks that danced on his tongue to himself.
They both went downstairs to join Bob, Elaine, and Liz for dinner. Elaine had cooked a pot roast, mashed potatoes, green beans, homemade yeast rolls, and a pecan pie with a dollop of whipped cream. Bob sat at the head of the long, rectangular table. Elaine was on his left, Nate was on his right, Liz was next to Nate, and Randy was next to Elaine. Once they were all seated, they joined hands so Bob could bless the food.
When the food was blessed, they started eating in an uncomfortable silence. "So, Nate," Liz started to break the silence. "How have you been?" she asked.
"I've been alright," he said as a slight smirk danced on his lips.
Liz nodded and eyed Randy; nonverbally telling him to say something.
"Um, you seeing anybody, Nate?" he asked.
Nate scoffed. "Not that it's any of your business, but no. What about you?" he asked with his eyebrow raised.
"Actually, uh, yeah," Randy answered.
Liz almost choked on her food. "I didn't know you were seeing somebody," she said as she glared at him. He knew she was angry about the admission considering they had already had two make-out sessions in the last 24 hours.
Nate looked between the two as if he was waiting for more drama to ensue.
Randy looked around the table; making sure to avoid Liz's eye contact. "It's nothing serious," he said nonchalantly.
Bob raised an eyebrow. "Well how long have you been dating this girl?" he asked.
Randy took a deep breath. "We aren't really dating. We've only been seeing each other for about three months," he said.
Liz was seething.
Elaine smiled. "Wow. It's been a while since I've heard you talk about a girl. She must be pretty great for you to mention her,"
Randy smiled and blushed. "Yeah. She's pretty cool," he said.
"Well what's her name?" Bob asked.
Randy glanced at Liz. "Eva Marie," he said.
Liz's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. "Really?" she asked almost angrily.
Even Nate was shocked. He thought Randy was talking about Liz the whole time.
He nodded.
Nate chuckled. "Watch out for girls with double names. Those kind of girls have split personalities. Why do you think she has two names? One for each personality," he said. "Too bad you don't have two names. That way, you'd at least have half of a personality." He continued.
Randy was fed up. "Fuck you, dude. At least I've got a girl. All you do is sit in your bedroom and jerk off all day," he said.
Before Bob or Elaine could scold him, there was a loud banging on the door.
"POLICE! OPEN UP!" they heard.
Bob got up and opened the door. "How can I help you?" he asked.
Without warning, the officers forced the door open with guns drawn. There was a detective who showed Bob a piece of paper. "We have an arrest warrant," he said.
The police officers stormed the house and looked around. When they saw Randy, they started shouting at him.
"ON YOUR FEET! PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD AND GET ON YOUR KNEES!" they ordered.
Randy complied without arguing because he knew what was happening and why it was happening. The one thing he had been fearing this whole time was finally coming to fruition.
"Randy Orton, you're under arrest for murder. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you by the state. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"
Randy nodded as the handcuffs were put in place.
TBC
A/N: Credit to TheGirlInThePinkScarf for her input of sibling rivalry on this chapter. Love you, girl!
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