Chapter 10:

A/N: Gawsh!!! Sorry for taking so long to update!!! I'm super mental-blocked with a lot of my stories and I really don't know what to do!!! Please help me!!!

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The following day, the moment Randy awoke, his cellphone rang.

"Randy...get in here now!" Hunter commanded as Randy jumped out of his bed, washed his face and headed for Hunter's room in just a shirt and a pair of boxers.

"Yeah?" he asked, entering and found Hunter, Ric and Batista inside, all clad decently in their expensive attire.

Hunter snickered. "Next time you get in here...you might as well dress properly."

Randy looked down at what he was wearing and inwardly rolled his eyes. "Sorry. I though it was urgent so I didn't bother to dress anymore..." he muttered as all three snickered at him.

"Well...actually...it is." Hunter said with a smile. "Come here and watch this, Randy." He told him as Randy walked over to the television, observing as Hunter put in a tape on the player. As the tape played, Randy's whole face paled for he clearly knew what vision he was seeing. It was the baseball game he and Stacy had watched the previous night and there on the big screen was them, waving and smiling at the camera! "Care to explain this to me, Randy?" Hunter asked, gesturing at the ball game. Randy swallowed hard, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.

"I...ummm...uhhh..." he stuttered as Hunter walked slowly towards him.

"Didn't I make myself clear to you that you are not to mingle with the enemy? What is this then?!" he demanded, gesturing once more at the TV.

"We just watched the game together, Hunter. No big deal..." Randy explained himself as he suddenly felt pain on his right cheek. "Okay. I'm dead." Randy thought to himself as Triple H fumed at him. "Look...Hunter...I'm sorry...I just...fudge!" he winced as Hunter punched him once again, this time, on the stomach. Batista and Ric held Hunter this time so as not to lead him into further beating of Randy.

"I'm warning you, Randy. This is your last chance. The moment I see you with her again...you are going to get far more than just beating." Hunter told him as Ric and Batista led him all the way back to his room.

"Randy...just do whatever Hunter tells you if you don't want to put yourself and Stacy into much more trouble..." Ric told him, patting him on the shoulder.

"Yeah..." added Batista as they left his room.

Randy shook his head before heading for the bathroom to change.

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Randy just finished changing into a pair of jeans and a dark blue shirt when someone knocked on the door. He opened it and found Stacy with a box of pizza.

"Morning!" she greeted him, entering his room and placing the pizza down on the table. "Just decided to deliver you breakfast!"

"Pizza?" Randy asked, snickering as Stacy grinned at him. Suddenly, she found a formulating bruise on his right cheek.

"Hey...what happened there?" she asked him, walking over to him and touching his right cheek gently. Her touch immediately expunged all the pain Randy kept within him, both physical and emotional.

"Oh...I fell off the bed this morning." He tried to cover up.

Stacy smirked. "You're not a very good liar, you know that." she told him as he smirked back.

"I really did." He lied, hoping that she would just fall for it.

"Randy...I'm not stupid. You can't just get a bruise by falling on a carpeted floor..."

"Yes, you can!"

"Just tell me. Please?" she implored as Randy sighed and gave up. Leading Stacy to the bed, he sat her down as he began to explain.

"For some reason, Hunter had seen us together at the ball game last night. He had a tape of the whole game and he even let me watch the part where we were both shown on the big screen..."

Stacy gasped, placing a hand on his right cheek again. "And he did this to you?" she asked softly.

Randy shrugged. "Yeah..." he trailed off. Stacy looked away as she felt Randy's hand gently lift her chin up. "Hey...babe...just don't worry. It's okay."

"Randy...I think it's a mistake for us to be going out. I don't want you getting hurt." She told him as Randy shook his head.

"Stacy...no. It hurts more if I'm not with you." He told her as Stacy bit her lip. He slowly but surely neared her and just when their lips were about to touch...someone barged into the room.

"Stacy! We knew we'd find you here!" Chris Jericho exclaimed as he neared the young diva and gently grabbed her arm. "You stay away from her, you assclown!" he told Randy as Randy glared at him and gently got Stacy back, placing her behind him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, looking at him, Matt and Jeff.

"We've come to fetch Stacy. Now stay out of our way." Matt this time, spoke as Randy placed an arm to block Stacy.

"Guys! What the hell's your problem?!" Stacy now exclaimed as Matt grabbed her hand and yanked her away from Randy.

"Come on, Stace. You don't want to make a big mistake falling for this guy." He told her as Stacy jerked her arm away from Matt.

"No!"

"Let's go, Barbie Doll." Chris said, taking a hold of her arm once again and almost dragging her out of the room. Randy, meanwhile, came to a decision not to fight them back as he sadly watched Stacy being pulled out from his room, away from him.

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