Chapter 03:
The following week, as Randy had mentioned, they once again beat up the living hell out of Mick Foley, using a sledgehammer to pummel him to the ground. This time, even The Rock had come to help him out but it was no use for there were also Batista and Ric Flair to go against him, also armed with weapons. Both The Rock and Mick Foley lay lifeless on the ring as EMT's came to check on them. Mick was hit pretty hard on the head and was immediately rushed to the hospital while Rock, after a long while, was able to get back on his feet. Stacy followed Mick all the way to the hospital where she was told that he had to stay there for a day or two due to a major head concussion. After making sure that Mick was inside his room, sleeping peacefully, Stacy drove back to the arena where she had left her bag with Trish and Lita. Entering the locker room, she found her bag and a note attached to it.
HEY STACE!
SORRY WE COULDN'T STAY TO SAY A DECENT GOODBYE. JEFF CAME TO PICK US UP AND MATT WANTED TO COME ALONG SO WE'RE HAVING A DOUBLE DATE. ANYWAY...HERE'S YOUR BAG. WE'LL SEE YAH! LOVE YAH! MWAH!
~Lita and Trish
Stacy sighed and smiled a little. How lucky her friends were to have boyfriends like Matt and Jeff. Both such good, kind, caring, smart men who worked hard and was just plain sweet. Grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, she headed out in hoping of bumping into no one. But unfortunately, she had bumped into the guy whom she had totally avoided this whole week: Randy Orton.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Miss Keibler! How's your uncle doing, hon?" Randy asked with a smirk as he crossed his arms and leaned on the wall.
"He's at the hospital thanks to you. Now get out of my way." Stacy hissed, starting to walk off but Randy had indeed got on her way and blocked her passage.
"No need to be harsh. Tsk...tsk..." Randy said, shaking his head. Stacy rolled her eyes.
"Would you please just leave me the hell alone?!?" She demanded, pushing her way through him but he had immediately grabbed a hold of her, making it look like they were hugging, except Stacy's arms weren't around him. "Ugh! Let go!" Stacy squirmed but Randy held on to her tighter. She lightly banged her fists on his hard chest, ordering him to let her go.
"Please! Just stop!" Stacy implored, her banging on his chest going fainter and fainter as she began to cry. It was all too much for her to handle. She loved her uncle so much and she couldn't stand seeing him hurt or being beaten up. Ever since her father had past away, he had been the one who acted as her own father. He loved her without a doubt and now there he was, lying down on a hospital bed, all thanks to this man who was currently sort- of hugging her. They just wouldn't stop beating him. They were so hardheaded and did not know how to care at all. Yet her hardheaded uncle, as well, still kept on fighting back and had still not stopped. At the end, it was still always him who lost for it wasn't a one on one kind of assault. It was a three on one thing however, just a while ago, it had been three on two, all thanks to The Rock, who came to help his dear friend.
Randy didn't know how to react. Stacy had just begun crying. He still held her in his arms as he began stroking her blonde hair, hushing her down, pretending to not know the reason of her crying although he already pretty much knew why. It was very obvious why and he'd rather not think it anymore. Stacy looked up, her eyes filled with tears as Randy looked down, his face full of concern. Suddenly, remembering who he was, Randy slightly pushed Stacy away and literally ran away, confused, leaving Stacy, also confused.
Stacy swore to herself that she had seen something in his eyes that she never saw before; something that wasn't hate or anger or frustration or sadness. It was more of desire and the need of love and the feeling of craving to be with someone, also to be able to love. But Stacy pushed those thoughts away and decided to stick with the old ones she had: Randy Orton was a conceited, bigheaded, moronic jerk.
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Randy twisted and squirmed as he was lying down on his bed. It was already 2:00 in the morning and he still wasn't asleep. In fact, he was very much awake. And the only reason to this was because someone occupied his mind and never wanted to leave. Someone was tearing through his thoughts and he couldn't pull it to a stop. Someone was busy attacking his brain, leaving him with so many questions and an extremely confused head. Most especially...whenever he thought of that someone, it made his heart beat faster yet slower at the same time. And that someone...was Stacy Keibler.
The following week, as Randy had mentioned, they once again beat up the living hell out of Mick Foley, using a sledgehammer to pummel him to the ground. This time, even The Rock had come to help him out but it was no use for there were also Batista and Ric Flair to go against him, also armed with weapons. Both The Rock and Mick Foley lay lifeless on the ring as EMT's came to check on them. Mick was hit pretty hard on the head and was immediately rushed to the hospital while Rock, after a long while, was able to get back on his feet. Stacy followed Mick all the way to the hospital where she was told that he had to stay there for a day or two due to a major head concussion. After making sure that Mick was inside his room, sleeping peacefully, Stacy drove back to the arena where she had left her bag with Trish and Lita. Entering the locker room, she found her bag and a note attached to it.
HEY STACE!
SORRY WE COULDN'T STAY TO SAY A DECENT GOODBYE. JEFF CAME TO PICK US UP AND MATT WANTED TO COME ALONG SO WE'RE HAVING A DOUBLE DATE. ANYWAY...HERE'S YOUR BAG. WE'LL SEE YAH! LOVE YAH! MWAH!
~Lita and Trish
Stacy sighed and smiled a little. How lucky her friends were to have boyfriends like Matt and Jeff. Both such good, kind, caring, smart men who worked hard and was just plain sweet. Grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, she headed out in hoping of bumping into no one. But unfortunately, she had bumped into the guy whom she had totally avoided this whole week: Randy Orton.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Miss Keibler! How's your uncle doing, hon?" Randy asked with a smirk as he crossed his arms and leaned on the wall.
"He's at the hospital thanks to you. Now get out of my way." Stacy hissed, starting to walk off but Randy had indeed got on her way and blocked her passage.
"No need to be harsh. Tsk...tsk..." Randy said, shaking his head. Stacy rolled her eyes.
"Would you please just leave me the hell alone?!?" She demanded, pushing her way through him but he had immediately grabbed a hold of her, making it look like they were hugging, except Stacy's arms weren't around him. "Ugh! Let go!" Stacy squirmed but Randy held on to her tighter. She lightly banged her fists on his hard chest, ordering him to let her go.
"Please! Just stop!" Stacy implored, her banging on his chest going fainter and fainter as she began to cry. It was all too much for her to handle. She loved her uncle so much and she couldn't stand seeing him hurt or being beaten up. Ever since her father had past away, he had been the one who acted as her own father. He loved her without a doubt and now there he was, lying down on a hospital bed, all thanks to this man who was currently sort- of hugging her. They just wouldn't stop beating him. They were so hardheaded and did not know how to care at all. Yet her hardheaded uncle, as well, still kept on fighting back and had still not stopped. At the end, it was still always him who lost for it wasn't a one on one kind of assault. It was a three on one thing however, just a while ago, it had been three on two, all thanks to The Rock, who came to help his dear friend.
Randy didn't know how to react. Stacy had just begun crying. He still held her in his arms as he began stroking her blonde hair, hushing her down, pretending to not know the reason of her crying although he already pretty much knew why. It was very obvious why and he'd rather not think it anymore. Stacy looked up, her eyes filled with tears as Randy looked down, his face full of concern. Suddenly, remembering who he was, Randy slightly pushed Stacy away and literally ran away, confused, leaving Stacy, also confused.
Stacy swore to herself that she had seen something in his eyes that she never saw before; something that wasn't hate or anger or frustration or sadness. It was more of desire and the need of love and the feeling of craving to be with someone, also to be able to love. But Stacy pushed those thoughts away and decided to stick with the old ones she had: Randy Orton was a conceited, bigheaded, moronic jerk.
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Randy twisted and squirmed as he was lying down on his bed. It was already 2:00 in the morning and he still wasn't asleep. In fact, he was very much awake. And the only reason to this was because someone occupied his mind and never wanted to leave. Someone was tearing through his thoughts and he couldn't pull it to a stop. Someone was busy attacking his brain, leaving him with so many questions and an extremely confused head. Most especially...whenever he thought of that someone, it made his heart beat faster yet slower at the same time. And that someone...was Stacy Keibler.