I have now officially updated all of the current stories! I was motivated to get this out tonight, since I may not have time to write again until Monday. In this chapter, the match between Hunter and Randy gets underway. Nothing too significant happens plot-wise, but it seemed wrong to just skip writing about the match and go directly into what happens afterwards (evil smile, lol)
stephhhhfan6: thanks so much for voicing your understanding of my predicament with my spirituality (not only does the writing get obsessive when I'm on a streak, but with the characters' personality having a G-rated fic just doesn't work LOL). I've come to a middle ground on things, though.
Anon: thank you for dropping a review and for the compliments. I definitely feel I owe it to readers to use proper grammar. Bad grammar just hurts the brain haha.
Miss Shannon: I think we PM'ed about your review, months ago. They'll have a role in ch. 12 and 13 :-)
Heidy: yup Orton's crazy. Will say and do crazy things shortly. Stay tuned!
Hunter walked out onto the stage with his head down. The dark lights flickered and the music blared all around him, the bass making his muscles tingle with anticipation of beating someone's ass.
"He's the World Heavyweight Champion, Triple H!" The announcer finished.
Hunter lifted up his head, spitting a large mist of water out in his signature way.
He stalked down the ramp, occasionally spitting out smaller mists of water as he came to a stop in front of the ring.
Randy Orton stood on the far side of the ring, staring at him with narrowed eyes.
Not backing down, Hunter stared at him hatefully. Just thinking about all the things he'd done recently warranted a severe beating with his sledgehammer.
But when he thought about what the bastard had done to his wife...what he could have done to his unborn child. That gripped at his stomach and twisted it around. Stephanie had promised to stay in the back until he came to get her. She kept her promises to the best of her ability. He just prayed that this was one she followed down to the letter.
Bringing himself back into focus, Hunter took mouthful of water before tossing the bottle aside. Eyes still on Orton, he jumped onto the apron, using the top rope to pull himself up fully.
Orton continued to stare at him. Hunter wondered if the guy was even bothering to blink. It was impossible to tell given how dark it was, but he stared right back.
As his music came to its familiar, climactic point, he turned to face the crowd. He looked all around before glancing over his shoulder at Randy once more.
Hunter leaned back into the ropes, arms in the air triumphantally as the huge mist of water rained down around him.
"Time to play the game!" The lead singer of the band boomed.
Hunter flexed his muscles for the crowd, spitting out the last bit of water as he showed off his title.
Facing Orton again, he cautiously stepped into the ring. Instead of posing on the turnbuckle as usual, he dropped his championship belt and got right in his opponent's face.
"You think I don't know what you're doing, huh?" Hunter asked furiously. He actively ignored the referee who was telling them the rules on the match.
Orton smirked at him. "I made it clear what I was doing. Revenge," he said simply.
"I know you have a thing for my wife. You just better stay hell away from her!" Hunter ordered, pointing his index finger right in Randy's face.
Randy lifted his head somewhat defiantly, even though his eyes widened in shock fractionally. "What if she doesn't want me to stay away from her?"
"Trust me, she does!"
"Are you sure?" Randy asked pointedly as he continued to study his competition on more levels than one. Something very interesting was happening and it had nothing to do with the match itself. Hunter was pissed, no doubt. But there was something else there.
"You're fucked in the head. You know that?"
Randy laughed. He'd noticed Hunter's hesitation in replying. He also noticed that the other man didn't deny the accusation. "Aww, it's okay," he sympathized. "Look, I'll make it easy for you to leave her. After I kick your ass and take your title I'm gonna drag you to the back..."
Hunter's eyes narrowed at the mention of going in the back, wondering where he was going with this. The fact that Stephanie was in the back is what sparked his worry. He couldn't care less about the idle threats that had preceded it.
He continued deliriously, "I'm gonna grab that hot wife of yours and I'm gonna fuck her right in front of you."
All Hunter could see was red. The blood beat in his ears and the moment seemed to come to a standstill as the bell rang, signalling the start of the match. He reared his fist back and clocked Randy directly on his jaw.
With much satisfaction, he watched the younger wrestler fall to the mat. He wasted no time mounting him and landing several more blows to his face.
After the surprise worse off, Orton countered the move and began trying to hit Hunter in his face. The veteran blocked and deflected most of the hits, allowing his arms and shoulders to take a good deal of the beating.
Hunter finally pushed Orton off of him, but they both struggled to get their bearings.
Orton got himself straightened out first and used the opportunity to sneak up behind Hunter and put him into the Full Nelson.
"She wants me doesn't she?" He hissed.
Hunter struggled to move his arms out of the hold but he still chuckled as much as he was able to. "Can't you smell her perfume on me?" He asked smugly.
Randy cranked his hands forward to apply more pressure on Hunter's neck, smiling evilly when the other man groaned in pain.
"You just won't say it!" Orton accused. "But I know she wants-" he stopped himself. "Needs. No, she needs me. Fucking say it, tell me the truth!" When Hunter didn't say anything right away, Randy increased the pressure and more or less threw Hunter from side to side to add to the pain. "I'll break your neck I swear I will!" He threatened. "Tell me!" He raged like a lunatic.
Hunter grimaced and squinted against the pain. This stupid manuever was painful, but ineffective. It wasn't for good for executing a reliable submission hold and Randy couldn't beat him with his fists while he was busy holding his arms up. Nor could Randy pin him like this. He could hold out as long as needed. No way was he going to lose this quickly - especially not with a move as crummy as this one.
Taunting Randy seemed to cause him to lose focus and form. He exhaled a painful breath before speaking. "The truth is...we had sex right before my match," he chuckled darkly. "Twice," he added for extra insult.
"You're a liar!" Randy screamed at him, upping the pressure.
Hunter let out a low howl of pain but otherwise remained silent, having already said his piece. He'd leave Orton to stew and work himself up while he thought about it.
"It doesn't matter!" Orton finally exploded. "None of this matters! By the time this night is over I'll know exactly how good it feels to be inside of your wife! Whether she wants me to or not!" He clarified darkly, dragging Hunter from side to side by his neck wildly. "Whether you're there or not! You can be unconscious, lying up in a fucking hospital somewhere...I don't care! But mark my words...tonight I'll have my way with Stephanie!"
Orton quickly adjusted the hold, using it to push Hunter foward and into the Full Nelson Slam. Hunter's body bounced off of the canvas unforgivingly. Randy retreated to the opposite corner of the ring, sitting up on his knees.
He breathed heavily, his eyes wide with lunacy. He wiped at his bottom lip slowly, staring at his prey.
Orton tilted his head and leaned forward on his hands, crawling over to Hunter. He kept his torso low to the mat as he just watched, looking like he would pounce at any moment. "Did you hear me, you bastard? Everything you want, everything you have is going to be mine. It's alllll coming full circle now," he laughed and finally moved to stand up.
Before Randy knew what was happening, Hunter had lifted his hand and thumbed him in the eye.
He let out an embarassing yelp and flinched back into the ropes, touching his eye and trying to make the pain stop.
Hunter couldn't help but laugh. It was a cheap move, but not illegal. Oh well. Hearing him squeal like a little girl was entertaining after all the mess he talked earlier. He backed up into the ropes, launching himself forward and towards Randy. He extended a long, muscular arm and caught the wrestler in the neck with a clothesline, knocking him over the top rope.
He stretched his arms above his head and cracked his neck, deciding he'd grab a quick breather before wearing Orton down some more. He walked directly over to the primary television camera and gave a tiny smile.
In the back, Stephanie's worried frown had turned into a genuine smile. She'd been extremely concerned when Orton had her husband in the Nelson. Not only did she know firsthand how painful that move was, but she also knew what the two men were discussing so heatedly. Her. The mics weren't on; not for this match. Everyone anticipated the excessive profanity and didn't want it to air live, where they couldn't edit it out.
But Stephanie was easily able to read Hunter's lips. So she knew his replies, his side of the conversation. It didn't sound good. There had to be a reason he kept mentioning her and referencing their love life.
Her eyes stayed glued to the television, watching as Hunter lifted his left hand. He pointed at his ring finger and then at his heart before walking away.
She smiled at the little message of love he had sent just for her. Letting her know that she was at the forefront of his mind.
Hunter dragged Randy Orton up by his head. He got him halfway and then threw him into the steel steps. He pushed his hair back from his face before walking over to where Orton was sprawled out. He dragged him up again, this time supporting a good deal of Orton's body weight. He walked him over to the Spanish announcer's table and slammed his forehead against it.
Even Stephanie flinched at the noise. God, she just wanted this match to be over already. She didn't expect it to get any prettier from here. Hunter had things well under control. But in a business like theirs, the tide could turn quickly.
And honestly, Hunter and Orton's intense exchange had freaked her out. She just wanted to hurry up so they could get the hell out of this arena and go to the hotel.
The longer she stayed here, the more unsafe she felt. She just couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen tonight.
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