A/N: So I kinda set this chapter up a bit differently. I was just kinda trying something out. But I think what I'm gonna do with this story, after this chapter, is not really include anything about the wrestling aspect of things. I think it's gonna basically be about the relationships and things like that. Not that I've really been doin too much with wrestling storylines in this story, but there's been little pieces every now and then. But again, I think this will be basically the last bit of it.
Summer Slam
"Hey, I could use a good luck kiss before my match," Randy smiled approaching his beautiful girlfriend, Maverick.
"You don't need any luck. You're going to win it!" she replied with a warm and comforting smile. She ran her hand down his cheek as he placed a hand on the small of her back.
"But it couldn't hurt, right? She laughed and brought his fine chiseled face down to her's where she placed a short kiss on his lips.
"Better?" she questioned wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands rested on the top of her low rise jeans.
"You know it baby," he answered going in for another kiss before being stopped by his mentor, Triple H.
"That's enough you two. Sorry Maverick, but Randy needs to focus on his match," Hunter smirked as his eyes roamed her body. Feeling uncomfortable, she backed away and crossed her arms over chest which was covered by a tight pink wife-beater. "And you, sweetie, are a distraction." Randy looked back at Maverick as he was pulled away by Triple H.
Alex sat in the back, watching the TV monitors as Randy entered the ring. She was nervous for him. Not that he wouldn't win, she knew he was going to, but that he may end up getting injured. She knew a while ago she had fallen in love with him, but there was something else inside her. She knew, as she watched the match, that she wanted to marry him someday.
"You're watching the match as if you didn't know what was going to happen," her brother spoke from behind her. She smiled and turned to face him.
"I know. I think I'm just nervous that he'll get hurt or something," she shrugged turning her attention back to Randy.
"He'll be fine," Shane smiled wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "What are you thinking about? That asshole?"
"No, no, my thoughts never travel to him anymore. Not since I was brought out into the open. I finally feel safe for the first time. Even though the mail and flowers and phone calls have gotten more persistent. I think I've just realized that I want to marry him."
"Who?"
"Randy you dumbass!" Alex laughed.
"Has he asked you?!" Shane asked excitedly.
"No, but I know that when he does, I'm definitely saying yes. I'm completely in love with that man, Shane. I won't ever want anyone else. He's the only one for me," she replied, the smile on her face seeming to go from one ear to the other.
"And I can't wait for that day to happen for you Sammy. I really can't," Shane smiled kissing her cheek before he walked away. She glanced at the monitors and then ran for the ramp, ready to run down to the ring.
Maverick sprinted down the ramp and slid into the ring as Randy held the title belt in his hands tightly. He shook Chris Benoit's hand in respect and looked towards his girl and the trailing Evolution members. She smiled at him and jumped into his pain stricken arms. He lifted her in the air and laid a deep kiss on her lips. She slid down his body and looked around to the other Evolution members as they began to congratulate him on his surprising victory.
"Mantha, I have something for you," Randy smiled as he dug through his bag in the hotel room after the long pay per view. She stepped out of the bathroom and sat on the bed.
"What is it?" she questioned as he walked towards her with his hands clasped tightly over whatever it may have been.
"You know how much I love you right? Or rather how much I'm in love with you."
"Of course! And I'm in love with you too," she smiled started to get excited. Thinking he may have read her mind earlier about the marriage proposal.
"Well, I wanted to give you this. To prove to you how much I do love you." Randy handed her a small jewelry box and waited for her to open it.
With her hand shaking, she opened the lid to the box. Inside, resting between folds of satin fabric, was a silver ring, with a small heart shaped diamond resting on top with little diamonds on either side. "Randy, this is beautiful!" she exclaimed as he took it from her hand and started to place it on her left ring finger.
"This is my promise to be true to you. This is my promise to love you forever. This a promise ring to symbolize me giving you all of my heart," Randy spoke softly.
Though disappointed it wasn't her engagement ring or him asking her to marry him, she was extremely happy. "And I promise to cherish this promise and to love you with every breath I take. I promise not to lose your heart or break it. And I promise to be there with you for everything," she smiled as she placed her hands on either side of his face and brought it towards her lips.
"You were expecting an engagement ring, weren't you?" Randy chuckled as they broke apart.
"Nnnn…..kinda," she replied with a smile. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I love you, and I will ask you to marry me, soon. I just want to take some time and be with you without all the pressures of marriage. But I will marry you. I promise you that also," he smiled.
"I know. I feel that in my heart."
"You're the only girl I've ever wanted. I can't imagine myself with any other girl or any girl from my past. You're my everything. My air, my life, my heart, my mind, my soul."
"And you're all that and more to me. Always have been, I suppose."
"I love you Samantha. I love you more than my own life. I have always been truthful to you. I couldn't ever lie to you." Randy wrapped his arms around his girlfriend as her smile began to fade.
She thought of all the things she should have told him. And all of things she wanted to tell him. But she felt as though it was too late for that. Would he ever understand why she was so silent and secretive? Would he leave her if he found out what she was? Would he still love her if she was ever reconnected with Chloe?
Monday Night RAW
Maverick pounded on the apron, cheering Randy on as he fought another long and hard battle against Benoit. She was honestly worried he may not win that night. Both fought with such passion, she wondered how they could repeat the previous night. And then, all of a sudden, he'd done it and she was in the ring faster than they could hand him back the belt. Her boyfriend had won again, regaining the belt to fight another day. Evolution wasted no time in congratulating their fellow member. Maverick stood back with Flair, clapping, smiling, laughing. Batista lifted Randy on to his shoulders and paraded him around the ring, stopping in front of a smiling Triple H. Hunter raised his hands, giving his protégé thumbs-up. And just as quickly as Randy had won, Hunter turned his hand upside down, showing a thumbs-down with an angry glare on his face. Randy shook his head as his smile faded.
Maverick swallowed hard as the clapping and celebrating stopped. "NOOOOOOO!!!!" She let loose a glass shattering scream as Randy landed back onto the mat, withering in pain. "NO!" she cried out as she slid down to his side, grabbing his hand. She laid down across his body before Batista picked her up at the waist and carried her screaming and kicking to the back.
"Let me down you big ape!" Maverick screamed. Finally Batista let her down, but still held onto her as she was about to run her fist into Hunter's jaw. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"Maverick, for once, just shut your mouth and look pretty," Hunter laughed. Batista bravely let her loose and she stormed over and stood in front of Hunter. She grinned a bit before pulling her arm back and letting it go, the palm of her hand landing on the side of his face, leaving a red streak on his cheek. He glared down at her and slapped her back, causing her to fall to the floor. Batista rushed over to her, slightly pissed at Hunter for his actions towards her. "You're ours now. Now pick yourself up and get changed. We're going out to celebrate!" Hunter walked away with Flair right on his tail.
Batista started to help Maverick get up but she pushed him away. He shook his head and followed the other's. "Assholes…….." Maverick whispered as tears started streaming down her face.
"You know, no matter how long or hard you stare at that thing, it's not going to do tricks," Alex smiled as she noticed Randy sitting on their bed at home, staring at his title belt.
He sighed deeply and set it off to the side. "I know. I just want to be able to remember what it's like to hold it in my hands. Won't be mine for long."
"But just think, you'll go down in history as being a WWE champion title holder."
"Yeah, with like the shortest rein!" Randy shook his head angrily as Alex stepped towards him. "Baby, I'm so grateful that I'm able to be a champion, but it sucks that I'm only gonna be champion for a couple weeks. It's really not fair. I could have been a really great champion, given the chance."
"You are a really great champion! You'll win the title again. I know you will. You're amazing. And just because you lose this one does not mean that you won't get another title."
"But this is it! This is as high as you can go! I can only go down from here."
"No, don't think of it that way! Think of it as being given the time to rest, to hold the other titles, and kick ass in other ways. And then getting that title back! You will have it again Randy."
Randy smiled pulling his girlfriend to him. "Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you picking my sorry ass up off the floor every once in awhile."
"Anytime," she smiled at him. "Be happy you get to hold a title worth holding. I can't even get the fuckin women's title!"
"You will. You'll get better titles once this new story line kicks in. Nobody has really been able to see your skills. This will give them a chance to experience you. You'll be better the than the women's title."
"Now who's picking who up off the floor?!" Alex laughed before Randy threw her on the bed and laid his body on top of hers.
"Is that an engagement ring I see?" Stephanie asked her little sister as they walked side by side through WWE headquarters.
"No, it's just a promise ring," Alex smiled showing off to Steph.
"That's really pretty. Are there any talks of marriage?"
"Some. We discussed it. And he does want to marry me. But he wants to continue doing though whole dating thing first before we get into the complicated marriage shit," Alex explained as they stopped in front of their father's office. "What are you doing here?"
"I have to drop off stuff for the storylines coming up. Make sure Daddy approves," Steph chuckled as she rolled her eyes. "You?"
"Just wanted to see if he had any time to go to lunch with his favorite daughter."
"Sorry, but I'm his favorite daughter," she argued with a grin.
"Um, no, you're not. I am!"
"Honey, I wasn't the one that left him!"
"Fuck you Stephanie! I'm still his fave!" Alex argued as she crossed her arms.
"With if these sounds aren't extremely familiar!" Vince laughed as he opened his door.
"Tell her that I'm your favorite daughter, Daddy," Stephanie pleaded as the sisters stormed past their father. He sighed with a roll of his eyes and closed the door behind them.
"No! Tell her I'M your favorite!"
Stephanie slammed her binder down on her father's desk and turned to glare at her little sister before Vince stepped into the fight. "Quiet both of you! I don't have a favorite daughter! Although with the way you two are acting I may have a favorite child and that'll be SHANE!" Vince growled. "You two sound as though you're kids again! I seem to remember this same fight about 18 years ago!"
"She started it!" they both exclaimed as they shot each other death glares.
"Quiet!" Vince yelled slamming his fist onto his desk.
"Sorry Daddy," they both cowered as they sat in the plush leather chairs in front his desk.
"Now, what's all this Stephanie?"
"Storylines for the next month. I just need you to read through them and approve them."
"Would I happen to be winning a belt anytime soon?"
"Sorry Sam," Stephanie smiled.
"You're doing this on purpose!"
"On purpose?! Are you still smoking pot?! Are you all paranoid?!" Steph reeled off questions.
"Fuck you," Alex growled under her breath.
"Smoking pot? Excuse me?! No daughter of mine better be smoking ANYTHING! At ANYTIME!" Vince yelled.
"I'm not Daddy. She's just trying to start something!"
"Stephanie, is that all you need of me?" Vince questioned leaning back in his chair.
"Yes Dad," she smiled.
"Then you may go."
Stephanie rolled her eyes as she stood and moved for the door. As she moved past Alex she slapped her softly with the palm of her hand and then hurried for the door. "BITCH!" Alex yelled out.
"SAMANTHA!" Vince yelled.
"Daddy, she slapped me!"
"I saw what she did. But you two are adults. If she's going to act like an immature little brat, than let her. Don't stoop down to her level," Vince grinned. Steph stopped short in front of the door with mouth gapped open. "Shut your mouth Stephanie and leave." She did as she was told but slammed the door right after her.
"Are you sure she's not adopted??" Alex questioned as she pulled her leg underneath her.
"Sorry Sammy," Vince laughed. "What did you need sweetie?"
"I just wanted to know if you had some time to go to lunch with me," she smiled.
"Sorry honey. I have a lot of work to do. But I wouldn't mind ordering something and you eating it with me. Though I might not be such great company."
"I don't mind. I miss not spending time with you. Besides, I wanted to talk to you about Randy and I."
"Uh-oh, what's wrong?" Vince questioned as he crossed his large arms over his chest.
"Nothing bad," she replied as he picked up the phone to order them some food.
"Well, then what is it?"
"Well, he gave me this last week," she replied holding out her hand to him.
"An engagement ring?!" he exclaimed a bit excited.
"No, no. Sorry Daddy," she laughed. "I thought that too though, at first."
"Then what's up?"
"It's a promise ring."
"Well that's sweet I suppose. Who would have thought he had such a soft side?" Vince laughed as his secretary brought in their food.
"Daddy, you know he's always been a good guy."
"Yeah, but things can change."
"Yeah, no kidding. But he hasn't."
"Alright, but why the promise ring? Why is this so important?"
"Well, not only did he promise his heart to me. But he also promised to one day marry me."
"And?"
"And well, I want to."
"I know that Sammy. I think everyone does."
"So you don't care?"
"Well, of course I care. I'm going to lose another daughter! But your happiness means the world to me. And you're obviously very happy with Mr. Orton."
"Thank you Daddy. That means so much to me!" she exclaimed standing to give him a large hug.
She entered the empty gymnasium, her hair slicked back into a ponytail much like it would have been if she was still a gymnast. She closed the door behind her, shutting out the loud music of the gym. She set down her radio and turned on the lights, memories of the past starting to flood her mind as she looked around at every apparatus. She turned her radio on, turning up the volume to listen some Tool. She sighed as a small smile crossed her face. It had been some time since she had attempted any of the equipment. She knew she was going to be rusty, but still, she wanted to try it all.
"First stop, uneven bars," she ran to them and quickly jumped up on the smallest one. She spun around, her feet just barely missing the floor. She balanced on top of it and jumped up to the next level, and spun on that a bit before pushing herself back down to the lower bar, doing a split in the air. After a few more flips and spins between the bars, she stayed on the highest one, spun around, gaining more speed with each spin, and performed a corkscrew finish. She landed, both feet on the floor at the same time, and smiled as she raised her arms in the air, as if there had been judges watching her. She laughed a bit at herself before running off to the balance beam.
Randy stepped through the back door of the gymnasium and stood in the back by the bleachers so he'd not be seen by his girlfriend. He stood there, arms crossed, and a smile on his face, watching every move she made. "It's like she never stopped," he spoke quietly to himself. "She really could have been someone." He shook his head as he stepped out a bit, while she moved to the large floor mat to perform a floor routine. Once she finished, again raising her arms with a large smile on her face, he began to clap. She spun around quickly in shock. Alex lowered her head as her cheeks began to get red. "A perfect score for Samantha McMahon!" He moved towards her as she crossed her arms.
"Randy, what are you doing here? I thought you were working out!" she smiled.
"I was, but I saw you step in here and I got curious."
"I wanted to see if I could still do it. If I was still able to be who I was when I was 14," she spoke softly as he wrapped his arms around her sweaty body.
"It's like you never stopped, baby. You were amazing. But you know you shouldn't be doing this shit without someone here. You never know what could happen."
"I know, but it was just so peaceful. I miss it Randy. I'm still upset I was not able to try out for the Olympics."
"You still could."
"No, I'm much too old now. 24 year olds aren't gymnasts. They teach gymnastics. I'm a wrestler now. Perfect age for it. Or rather a fuckin valet. Haven't done much in the way of wrestling."
"You'll always be a gold medalist to me," Randy smiled before placing a soft kiss on her light pink lips.
"Not yet, I still have one more apparatus to do," she sighed as she glanced over at the vault, the reason why she wasn't a gold medalist.
"Mantha, I don't know if that's such a good idea," Randy replied as they moved towards it.
"I'll be fine. I can do it," she said cracking her neck as she powdered up her hands. She took a deep breath and took off running. In a second she was flying through the air and then right back on the floor, both feet planted together, not even a slightest wobble. She had performed the very move that had caused her to dislocate her shoulder many years ago.
Randy stood rooted to the floor for a few seconds. It wasn't until she screamed out in excitement that he decided to move. "You fuckin did it!" he yelled as they ran for each other. She jumped into his arms and he swung her around before she wrapped her legs around his waist and he planted a deep kiss on her lips.
"So let me see this promise ring," Shane said as he, Alex, and Trish moved through the arena after a long house show.
Alex couldn't hide her happiness as she showed it to her two friends. "It's not what I expected but hell, I love it!" she laughed.
"I wish I had a boy that would promise shit to me!" Trish sulked.
"Maybe you would if you wouldn't sulk like that!" Shane shot at her jokingly. She shot him a nasty look and focused more on the ring.
"Well, that was uncalled for Shane!" Alex laughed.
"But you're laughing, aren't you?"
"True, but still, it was uncalled for," she smiled.
"Alex, how are you going to be in Vegas next week?" Shane questioned
"What are you talking about?"
"We have RAW in Vegas and a couple house shows."
"No, we don't," she shook her head furiously.
"Sweetie, we do. How could you not know about this?" Trish replied.
"Shit, I can't fuckin go there! He's there!" Alex exclaimed as tears began to run down her cheeks.
"How could they not tell her?" Shane whispered as Alex buried her head in his chest. Trish just shrugged as she moved her hand slowing over her friend's back.
