Chapter 09:
Stacy looked up at him with such a frightened face. Mick stared at her for the longest time before giving a glance at Randy, who at that time had a wide smirk and a cocked eyebrow plastered on his face. Anger enveloped the whole of Mick as he grabbed the nearest steel chair. "Why you no good..."
"Uncle! Stop! Don't!" Stacy suddenly defended, covering Randy with her body as Randy's smirk grew even wider. An extremely enraged Mick threw the steel chair back and gazed furiously at his rival.
"When did you plan to tell me this, Stacy?!" Mick exclaimed, placing his hands on his head. It was Randy's turn to talk. He covered Stacy with his body and held on tight to her hand.
"Hey! Mick! No need to get mad at her, man! It wasn't even her fault! If there's anyone to blame...it's me! I'm the reason to all this! Don't you remember? And Stacy only found out she was pregnant yesterday! Of course she won't keep such thing from you! You have no right to get mad at her. It's supposed to be me!"
"What makes you think I'm not angry at you?! I've been seething you ever since, boy!" Mick suddenly cut him off, leaving Randy silent. "So what are you guys going to do now?" he then asked, breathing deeply and letting all the anger in him flow out.
"We're keeping the baby." Stacy replied softly behind Randy.
"And we're raising it together..." Randy added, now leaving Mick silent. "I promise. I'll be helping your niece with this child."
"Good. 'Coz if you don't, I'll kill yah." Mick threatened.
"Not if I kill you first." Randy answered back.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Guys! Please! Stop it!" Stacy told both of them as both Randy and Mick halted what they were doing. "Well...Uncle. We already talked to Bischoff about this and he said I could still go with you guys wherever you guys are to go. I just won't be wrestling anytime soon." Stacy explained.
"Damn right, you won't." Mick stated.
"Well...ummm...I guess we'll be going now?"
"Alright. If you need anything...just call me, alright?"
"Alright."
And with that, Randy and Stacy left Mick's locker room, heading for Stacy's. Luckily, it was empty and both Lita and Trish weren't present in the room. Randy and Stacy were able to talk a little bit more.
"Ummm...okay. So I guess I'll leave you here." Randy stated, opening the door for Stacy.
Stacy nodded. "Ummm...okay. Thanks."
"Sure. And ummm...if you need anything...you can just call me. Okay?"
"Okay. Thanks."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Okay. Ummm...bye."
"Bye." Stacy uttered as she watched Randy walk away.
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Stacy looked up at him with such a frightened face. Mick stared at her for the longest time before giving a glance at Randy, who at that time had a wide smirk and a cocked eyebrow plastered on his face. Anger enveloped the whole of Mick as he grabbed the nearest steel chair. "Why you no good..."
"Uncle! Stop! Don't!" Stacy suddenly defended, covering Randy with her body as Randy's smirk grew even wider. An extremely enraged Mick threw the steel chair back and gazed furiously at his rival.
"When did you plan to tell me this, Stacy?!" Mick exclaimed, placing his hands on his head. It was Randy's turn to talk. He covered Stacy with his body and held on tight to her hand.
"Hey! Mick! No need to get mad at her, man! It wasn't even her fault! If there's anyone to blame...it's me! I'm the reason to all this! Don't you remember? And Stacy only found out she was pregnant yesterday! Of course she won't keep such thing from you! You have no right to get mad at her. It's supposed to be me!"
"What makes you think I'm not angry at you?! I've been seething you ever since, boy!" Mick suddenly cut him off, leaving Randy silent. "So what are you guys going to do now?" he then asked, breathing deeply and letting all the anger in him flow out.
"We're keeping the baby." Stacy replied softly behind Randy.
"And we're raising it together..." Randy added, now leaving Mick silent. "I promise. I'll be helping your niece with this child."
"Good. 'Coz if you don't, I'll kill yah." Mick threatened.
"Not if I kill you first." Randy answered back.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Guys! Please! Stop it!" Stacy told both of them as both Randy and Mick halted what they were doing. "Well...Uncle. We already talked to Bischoff about this and he said I could still go with you guys wherever you guys are to go. I just won't be wrestling anytime soon." Stacy explained.
"Damn right, you won't." Mick stated.
"Well...ummm...I guess we'll be going now?"
"Alright. If you need anything...just call me, alright?"
"Alright."
And with that, Randy and Stacy left Mick's locker room, heading for Stacy's. Luckily, it was empty and both Lita and Trish weren't present in the room. Randy and Stacy were able to talk a little bit more.
"Ummm...okay. So I guess I'll leave you here." Randy stated, opening the door for Stacy.
Stacy nodded. "Ummm...okay. Thanks."
"Sure. And ummm...if you need anything...you can just call me. Okay?"
"Okay. Thanks."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Okay. Ummm...bye."
"Bye." Stacy uttered as she watched Randy walk away.
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