Chapter 29: The dreaded match.

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Monday 29th, March 2004 : RAW in Cincinnati, OH.

Letting out a giggle, Beth settled on Randy's lap and spooned some more vanilla ice cream into his mouth as he swallowed it down and sucked on the spoon. He'd had his tonsils out the previous week and Beth was having great fun playing nurse. "Yummy?"

"Eating it off a spoon is all well and good, but I have to say that the way you fed it to me last night was much more appetizing..." Randy croaked.

Beth felt her cheeks go a crimson colour as she thought about how they had eaten ice cream off of each other the night before. Although it had been a diverse way to divulge in the cold dessert, both had to admit that it was much more enjoyable. She went to reply but stopped, feeling something in her stomach. "Whoa…"

Randy instantly became alert. "What? What's wrong?"

"The baby just kicked," She explained, pulling his hand onto her stomach as it happened again. "Oh! And again."

He felt himself fill up with emotion as he felt his baby kick for the first time. He never once imagined having a child this early on in his life, but now it was happening Randy couldn't wait to hold his son in his arms for the very first time. "That's amazing…" Randy said in awe.

"I feel like he's dropkicking my stomach," Beth remarked.

"Well let's just hope his dropkick is as good as mine," Randy smirked, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "I love you."

Beth felt another weird sensation in her stomach, one she always got when Randy was around. "I love you too."

"So maybe we should start thinking about names?" Randy pondered, snaking his hands around her waist. "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Umm, a few." Beth shrugged. "You?"

"Actually I do. What about Daniel Keith Orton?"

Her face scrunched up in disapproval. "That's so… Average."

"Average?" Randy blinked. "What do you want our son to be called, Serge?"

"Ooo! Serge…"

"No way," Randy cut in, frowning. "So what other 'non-average' names do you have in mind?"

"What about Sawyer?" Beth quizzed.

"Sawyer Orton? I'm not naming my kid after a character on Lost, Beth. What about Martin James Orton?"

"Ew, no. What do you think of Jayden Prince?"

He just looked at her. "I think that's enough name-storming for one day. How about we go get you some food, huh? You are eating for two and, on some days enough for three or four..."

Beth smacked his arm as Randy let out a chuckle and helped her off of his lap, taking a hold of her hand as he walked his pregnant girlfriend towards the locker room exit.

Later on that day…

His hand slowly wandered underneath her skirt as Beth shot Randy a look, pushing him away. They had both been called to a board meeting along with Mick Foley, Vince, Stephanie and a few of the WWE's storyline writers. Seeing Vince sit down at the table, Beth ended her conversation with Stephanie and began paying attention.

"As you all know, Backlash is less than a month away…" Vince stated, looking around the room. "One of our biggest matches on the card is the one that was announced tonight, the hardcore rules match between Mick & Randy."

Beth felt herself tense up. Randy's upcoming match with Mick Foley was something Beth was trying her best to forget about.

"Now I know the two of you have talked about possible spots during the match…"

She glared at Randy. Beth was starting to regret taking on Backlash as her last project, she could do without hearing specific details on how much pain her boyfriend would be going through.

"…And I've heard about the thumbtacks, but what else do you have in mind?"

"Thumbtacks?" Beth interrupted. "What thumbtacks?"

"We'll talk about it later, babe." Randy whispered to her, trying his best to keep Beth calm.

"Vince?" Beth asked, looking over at him. Even he seemed reluctant to tell her. What was going on?

"Randy's going to try and hit me with the RKO and I'm going to reverse it so he ends up taking a bump on the 'tacks…" Mick explained with a shrug. He obviously didn't see what a big deal this was to Beth. Maybe he would if he was the one having his fucking baby…

Things were dead silent as Mick's words sank in. Beth said nothing, she didn't have to, and the look on her face spoke wonders. "I see," Beth swallowed, knowing now was not the time to freak out, cause a scene and then beat the living shit out of her boyfriend for not telling her. "Okay then."

Randy was surprised by her reaction but also knew that she was holding a lot in. He knew that she would be a lot more vocal when the two of them were alone, so he made a mental note to himself to make sure there were no sharp objects around when they did eventually have that little chat.

"After that I think we'll just take it step by step, you know, it all depends on how Randy is after the 'tacks." Mick added.

"We'll probably end the match with an RKO or something," Randy shrugged.

"Yeah, lodge the 'tacks even further into your back." Beth mumbled so only he could hear. "Um, Vince? I'm not feeling too good. Can I catch up on this later?"

Vince nodded, excusing her from the meeting. "Maybe you should go see the medic, just to make sure you're okay?"

"I'll come with you?" Steph offered out of concern for her friend.

"No," Beth insisted, pulling herself up. "I'll be fine. I'm just going to go lay down."

She didn't even acknowledge Randy as she left, but did make sure she sent Foley a look to let him know that she wasn't happy and that she blamed him for what was happening, or what would happen to her man at Backlash.

After his meeting, Randy retreated back to the Evolution locker room to try and make peace with Beth. Before he could enter, Ric opened the door and pushed him back out, informing him that Beth did not want to speak to him and that Paul was talking to her. "She's just worried," Ric sighed. "You know what Foleys like. He has no respect for the human body and uses our ring as a torture device while trying to pass it off as actual wrestling, something your father and I have been doing for decades."

There was no love loss between Ric & Foley. Both of them had written nasty things about the other in their autobiographies and had totally different opinions on what wrestling should be. While Mick would go out of his way to pull off high risk matches involving all sorts of dangerous weapons, Ric was very old school and would use his ring time as a way to tell a story.

"Ric, I was going to tell her. I just didn't know how. The doctor said she needs to stay as stress free as possible, and telling her that I'm going to be falling on thousands of thumbtacks is not something that is going to make her happy, you know?"

Meanwhile inside, Paul was trying to comfort a hysterical Beth. He knew that a lot of her over the top emotion was due to the pregnancy, but was also aware of how concerned she was feeling about Randy's upcoming match.

"I'm so scared, Paul." Beth sniffled, staring down at her hands. "It's been on my mind for months, you know? What if he gets seriously hurt or something? I'm having his kid for Christ's sake," She paused, feeling a painful twinge in her stomach. "See, even the babies scared."

"Beth, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you and Randy started dating. You know the sacrifices that come along with this business and you know that matches like these are something that all wrestlers have to go through sooner or later."

"I prefer later," She mumbled.

"How do you think Randy's going to feel if he goes into this match knowing that you resent him for it? He'll be in a whole different mindset and he won't be concentrating on his match at all, instead he'll be worrying about you."

"I don't want that," She sighed. "He could end up getting even more hurt."

"Exactly."

She looked up in time to see the door open and Randy walk inside, his hands casually strewn in his pocket as he took a step forward, testing the water to see if she was going to freak out at him. Paul got up and smiled at Beth before leaving the two of them alone. "Can I sit?"

"If you want," Beth shrugged, moving over for him.

"Look, I meant to tell you about the match – about the 'tacks… I just didn't want to stress you out, you know?"

"So you were going to wait until I saw it happen live? Oh yeah, that's so much better, Rand." There was an uncomfortable silence after that, one Beth broke with a worn out sigh. "I don't want to argue with you, because I'm not angry at you. I'm just scared of what could happen…"

"I know you are, boo. But you've got to understand that this match is something I've got to do."

"I know that, but what if-"

"What if nothing." Randy cut in, kneeling to her level as he took her hands in his. "I can't promise you I wont be hurt, Beth, because I'd be lying. There's going to be cuts and bruises, and hell, maybe even a few breaks-"

"You're not making me feel any better…"

"I need you to support me on this," Randy sighed, giving her hands a squeeze. "It's going to be the beginning of a whole new chapter in my career, in my life. After this no ones going to see me as the punk kid who's here because of his father, they're going to see me as a legend, someone who deserves to be here and to be on top."

"You don't need to almost kill yourself to show you deserve to be here, Rand. You've proved that already." Beth told him with a supportive smile, holding onto his hands. "But if you need me to support you on this, then I'll do it. It doesn't mean that I'm happy about it, and it doesn't mean that I'm going to feel comfortable watching the match, but it does mean that I'm behind you and that I'll be there when it ends."

He smiled and brought her hands up to his lips, giving them a kiss. He then reached down and kissed her growing stomach. "Thank you."