A/N - OK, so I felt bad for teasing you all with the last chapter and decided to push ahead and post this one to appease you lol. Thanks to everybody for reviewing before. I don't have time to name you all today as I wanted to get this posted before I head to work. There's a language warning for this one too because as you can imagine, somebodys not going to be too happy about what goes down lol. Enjoy the proverbial sh*t hitting the fan!!
The crowd are deafening as I line the sledgehammer up with the side of his face. I smile menacingly as I run the cold metal against his jaw line, eagerly anticipating what's going to happen next. He glares back at me and I can see in his eyes how much he hates this. You know something is going on Paul but you have absolutely no idea of the scale of it. The fans cheer louder and inwardly I smile. She's here. I turn to see her running to the ring. She looks beautiful in her simple jeans and black top. Her face is masked with concern for her 'husband' as he lies at my mercy. She steps onto the apron while Ted and Cody block her path. In the back of my mind I can hear Paul screaming for her to stay away. I quickly grab her as he comes to stand by my side. Oh the irony. The world is watching as he's handcuffed to the ring while I hold his wife in my arms. I love this. I love it so much it forces a wicked smile on my face. His eyes stare daggers through me as I begin to seethe, playing up my character to the fullest extent that I can yet somewhere in the middle I'm blurring the lines. To me, he is Paul Levesque, not Triple H. I can hear Stephanie's faint whimpers as she struggles to get out of my grasp. Not yet. I kick the sledgehammer out of the way and fall back to the mat with a loud thud. The fans think it's her face making the noise yet I took most of the fall on my back. I don't want to hurt her. I never want to hurt her. As I get to my feet I see Paul on his knees, his face in his hands. He tries to pull her towards him but I quickly pull her back. There's no way I'm letting her near him. His eyes narrow. That wasn't in the script. I gently tug her out of his reach and take the sledgehammer into my hands. The noise level in the arena rises as the fans look on in horror, thinking that I'm actually going to hit her. I can hear some smarks chanting "RKO" and it makes me laugh. I sneer at him manically, letting go of the sledgehammer and dropping to my knees.
This is it, the moment I've been waiting for for so long. I look into his eyes. I want him to see this. I want him to watch as I kiss her. Little does he know this is only a little taste of what's to come. I slowly lean down, smiling all the way. I pause as I reach her face and sneak a glance. Her lips look so full, so soft. I just can't help myself. I lean down and press my lips against hers. It's only meant to last a moment or two but the absolute pleasure of finally getting something you've been wanting for so long takes over and I stay there. I push my mouth a little harder against her. I can feel her tense beneath me yet she does nothing. I caress her face with my hand, revelling in the last moment before I slowly pull back and run my tongue across my lips. I can taste her there and it brings a smile to my face. I lock eyes with Paul and my smile only gets bigger. If looks could kill I'd be dead right now. The thought only makes me laugh in his face. I take a step closer as he reaches out to me. But as I do I see something unexpected in his eyes. I don't know what the hell it is but I don't like it. He glares at me and mouths that I'm a dead man. My body starts to shake with anger. How dare he? That son of a bitch. I can hardly contain myself as I grab the sledgehammer, my hands gripping it tight. I want nothing more than to beat the living crap out of him right now. My body tenses at the thought. I have to do it. Just one shot and he'll be out of it, I can get rid of him for good.
But the roar of the crowd stops me from making a grave mistake. I snap out of it and glare back at him before lifting the hammer and 'hitting' him with it. He falls to the ground and slumps in the corner. Heavy boos rain down on me as I leave the ring, the hammer slung over my shoulder. I fight the urge to hit some fan as he screams in my face. I look back at the ring, the image of Paul laying there a beaten man imprinted in my mind. This may only be a storyline but it's real to me. Now that I've tasted her there's no way I'm going to stop until I've had all of her. I need it. It pumps through my veins and keeps me up at night.
It's dead silent as Ted, Cody and I walk back through the curtain. Everybody is looking at me. I turn and come face to face with Vince. He stares at me oddly before his face breaks into a grin.
"That was something else, Randy. Kudos to the both of you. I could practically feel the hatred coming through the monitor. Great job!" He pats my back and goes back to his headset. I can hear him asking if Stephanie is OK. What a fool he is. Practically everybody backstage is eyeing me suspiciously. He seems to be the only one that bought into that being an act. I catch a glimpse of the monitor to see Stephanie being cradled in his arms. They are surrounded by referees as they slowly make their way to the back. I don't know whether or not to stay here and rub it in Paul's face or just leave. It would probably be better if I left. Everybody's hanging around expecting something to happen. I can tell by their stupid expectant faces. I just kissed another man's wife on national television and it most definitely was not scripted to happen the way it did. I glance to either side of me. Ted and Cody look a little stunned but I don't care. I can still feel her soft lips against mine, a feeling I simply need to experience again and soon. Suddenly I hear a slight commotion behind me. My body tenses. I know it's him. And so it begins.
"ORTON!"
I turn around and into the angry stare of Paul Levesque. I smile at him, causing his expression to turn to one of disgust. Doesn't he see how easy it is to play mind games with him?
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh? That wasn't in the script and you know it."
"I just thought I'd go with the moment, Paul. And the fans ate it up," I reply coolly. A small crowd has formed around us. Out of the corner of my eye I see Vince start to make his way over.
"Don't talk bullshit, Randy. The fans would have eaten up that kiss whether it lasted one second or twenty seconds. You had absolutely no right or reason to kiss her as long as you did."
I stare him dead in the eye as I move in closer. We are practically nose to nose. "Yeah, well I did and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it," I almost whisper at him. My jaw clicks as I watch him begin to shake with anger. Stephanie is beside him but I can't even see her. My eyes are trained on him, just begging him to do something, to hit me so I can retaliate. There's a strange lull in the atmosphere around us before I feel his fist connect with my jaw. It sends me reeling and I stumble backwards into to Ted and Cody who are holding me up almost on instinct. The initial shock quickly leaves me and I lunge at him, revelling in the fact that I finally have my hands on him. I can feel blood spilling from my nose as I swing at his face, my fists crunching as they connect with his skin. Hands are pulling me from every direction. I can hear Stephanie screaming for me to stop. Vince is yelling at everybody to break us up. But I'm focused. I brush away the hands on my back and continue to punch him. Before I know what's happening I'm on my back and reeling as he now connects with punch after punch to my face. All too soon we are separated, several guys holding each of us back. I wipe the blood from my nose as I glare at him, my eyes wild and body still shaking with anger.
He pushes Taker off him and wipes at his bloody mouth. "You stay the fuck away from her. You may have everybody here fooled, Randy but not me. I know what's going on. You stay away from her." His voice is eerily calm as he takes her hand and stalks off down the hallway. I shrug Cena and Ted off me. My head is throbbing. I look up to see everybody standing there looking at me in shock.
"WHAT!" I yell, grabbing the back of my head. They quickly scatter. From the corner of my eye I see Vince standing there not quite sure what the hell just happened. I ignore him as I walk by and head straight for my locker room. I immediately head to the bathroom and take a long look at myself in the mirror. My nose is still bleeding, my face and head are throbbing and there's blood all over my hands. I look down at them. The red stains bring a smile to my face as I realise that it isn't my blood. It's Paul's blood. A euphoric feeling sweeps over my body at that thought. While I may have been busted up, tonight was a double whammy for me. I finally got to kiss Stephanie and I finally got my hands on Paul. My hands grip the edge of the sink as my head hangs low. This is only the beginning. Now I have reason to set my plan in motion. Very soon I will take that fucker out for good. And all that will be left will be Stephanie. My dear, sweet Stephanie. She's the only thing I want. I crave her like the very air I breathe. And I will have her. I raise my head and see my own smiling face in the mirror. It's only a matter of time now. Only a matter of time.