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Randy looked keenly at the brown captivating orbs that belonged to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was doing the same thing, except, of course, she was looking at his blue ones. She smiled at him making him smile back while he waited until their bodies were inches apart ready to tear up the dance floor. He was too drunk to ask her how she was after the night's incidents and she didn't care about that either. Right now all she wanted to do was to celebrate her freedom which was taken away from her almost a year ago. The DJ played the fast music much louder than before. The roster danced in the floor only some stayed outside the square to drink and celebrate the success of the PPV. She held his hand and for once she wanted to take charge. She pulled him in the mass of wrestlers and their friends and when she found the perfect spot she stood there and smiled. Randy smiled back. They didn't dance for an entire minute because they just stood there, their bodies hitting each other because of the hordes of people hitting them every now and then. After the minute he took her by the waist and pulled her closer making her feel almost every inch of his body. She turned around and dancing around Randy as he turned every time she would and he was surprised when she bent down and then went back up. Randy's mouth went wide open surprised that just a few hours ago he almost beat her boyfriend to death. He stopped her from dancing knowing that if Andrew saw this he would be in big trouble and that she might also be. "Stacy, What about Andrew?" He asked his voice loud so Stacy could hear her through the earsplitting music "What," She replied stopping her dance with a confused look on her face. Randy tried louder and a smile formed on her pretty face. "Andrew who," Stacy mouthed before wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him closer. Randy stepped back to see a surprised, Stacy. Stacy didn't know that he had a crush on her but she figured that all men wouldn't refuse a dance with any girl. He shook his head knowing that this was wrong. He couldn't take advantage of her. He knew where this was all heading and he knew that wasn't what Stacy wanted. Stacy was hurt and he was part of the reason she was. He was the reason Andrew grew so sadistic. He knew Stacy would regret this after all she was probably doing this to get back at Andrew. Maybe she's doing this because she likes him, maybe not. Thoughts raced across his mind and the pain went with them spreading through his entire head. And just then the third generation superstar collapsed.

"Help," Stacy screamed repeatedly as she placed Randy's head on her lap. The hordes of wrestlers helped Randy up as Paul ran to the clinic. Stacy walked back and forth in the hotel lobby. It had been a long night for her and the more for him. She finally sat down hearing the party had started once again but knowing that a lot of them were concerned. She saw Stephanie come out of the clinic and Stephanie saw her too. "Is he okay," Stacy asked as Stephanie held Stacy's hand for comfort. "He's fine, it was just the beers, music, and he said he was thinking too much," Stephanie said seeing the look of relief on Stacy's face. "I've seen that look before," Stephanie teased as Stacy blushed. "You like Randy, don't you?" Stephanie asked her eyes wide with anticipation. "Okay, fine, maybe I do," She said as her cheeks flushed a bright red while Stephanie's head filled with what the two felt for each other. She left Stacy only saying, "Wouldn't you know,"

Randy looked outside the window watching the buildings and cars as the limousine drove by. Paul, Stephanie, Dave, and Ric rode in the same limousine but all of them were still asleep after partying from twelve to six in the morning. He stared outside the window knowing that the ride to the arena would be long. He stroked his temple and noticed his reflection on the window. On the side of his scalp he saw a black and blue he hadn't noticed before. He pressed the spot with his fingers and felt the soreness which made him close his eyes. As much as he loved wrestling for once in his life he didn't want to be in the card. His head hurt and his throat was aching.

Stacy got out of the arena and luckily there were no fans around. She had a lot on her mind and all she wanted to do was to sleep and hope that all her problems would just vanish. She stepped in the women's locker room seeing no bags and no girls. It was 3:30 and that would probably explain it. She sat down on the wooden bench and stared at her feet for minutes before realizing that she couldn't possibly do this for more than an hour. She stepped outside looking for catering. Almost every day there's a show and it would mean a new arena. It was always a challenge getting around backstage except if you've been in that place five or more times. Five minutes later she found herself in catering. She looked around the room, all tables were empty except for one occupied by someone she should get away from, fast. She turned around but his voice had proven that he had seen her. "Stacy," He said walking towards his blonde ex-girlfriend. "Andrew," She replied softly. He lifted her chin gently to give her a kiss but Stacy turned her head almost surprising Andrew. "I'm not with you anymore," She said with her arms crossed. "Who said so," He asked as if he didn't know the answer. "I told you last night," Stacy said before she was cut off by Andrew, "But I didn't say so, and last time I checked I was in charge,"

"5:45," Randy checked his watch knowing that they had two hours to kill before the show would start. He carried his duffel bag along the halls with the other four who slept throughout the ride. Paul rubbed his eyes before checking the card. "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah," He said as he scanned through the piece of paper posted on the bulletin board. They all looked at him strangely as he turned around ready to say something. "Randy, you got to do a promo backstage later and we have a match, main event, all of us. And I'll be acting like a total asshole as usual," Paul said before shrugging and walking away. Dave and Randy looked at each other with an, "I-don't-know" expression on their faces.

"Baby, I'm going to go see dad," Stephanie said before leaving the locker room. "Hey, you guys hungry?" Dave asked rummaging through his bag trying to find a snack. "I am," Paul said as Ric nodded. "What about you, Randy?" Dave asked his hand on the knob. "Nah, I didn't get too sleep in the car and I think I'll need one for the match." Randy said and afterwards his three friends went outside to eat. He stretched out on the leather couch and fell asleep.

Stacy escaped from the men's locker room as Andrew was in the bathroom. She ran through halls trying to find a place she could hide. While near the black boxes used to keep the sound machines she heard the voice of Andrew coming closer. She peeped towards the other hall and saw him walking towards the hall. There was a dead end and the black trunks were pushed against the wall with no room for her to hide. She opened a door before even knowing what the door lead to. She opened the door and went inside facing the door. She turned around slowly to see Randy asleep on the couch. "Oh my gosh," She said to herself thinking what the hell was she thinking coming into a room not knowing what or who was in it. She carefully opened the door to see Andrew talking to someone on the other hall. She closed the door and decided to wait for a while until he left. She waited for about a minute until she heard the voices of the rest of Evolution coming closer. Stacy panicked and opened a door that lead to the shower. "No, they'd probably go here," She thought to herself running to the next door which was a mini steam room and because of fear of the guys seeing her she went inside.

"Oh, and did you see what happened to Eddie last night? It was priceless," Paul said as they entered the room blown away by the sleeping wrestler. They giggled but who wouldn't when Randy had a smile on his face while he was asleep. "No, Paul, this is priceless." Dave said as he got the digital camera from his bag and took a picture of Randy.

Stacy sat down on the built in seat as she listened to the guys laugh and talk. She played with her hair, twisting, braiding, and tying it with her spare elastic. "How long until these guys get out," She thought to herself looking at the clock. The Heat tapings were probably starting and she was glad she wasn't on the card. She heard the television turn on and she knew it was Heat. A groggy voice snapped her from daydreaming as she listened closely, her ear touching the door. "Hey, man, how long was I asleep?" Randy said as Stacy smiled hearing his voice. "Man, I think you were asleep right after we left for food." Dave said. It had been exactly an hour and fifteen minutes until she heard the door close. She opened the door finding no one in the room. She breathed in relief and hurried towards the door but when she placed her hand on the knob it opened to Stephanie McMahon. "What are you doing here?" Stephanie asked with a curious smile on her face as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Nothing," Stacy said turning red of embarrassment. Stephanie crossed her arms and walked around her until she pushed Stacy gently down on the couch while Stephanie looked at her with her arms crossed and her right foot patting on the cement. "Really, Stace, why were you here, I promise not to tell anyone?" Stephanie said as if she was interrogating Stacy for a crime. "Fine, I was hiding from Andrew and I went inside not knowing this was the Evolution locker room. I was going to leave when Paul, Ric, and Dave came so I hid in the sauna." Stacy confessed hoping Stephanie would believe her. "Right, like I'll believe that crap after you informed me about your feelings for my husband's handsome, funny, and oh so sexy friend." Stephanie said raising her eyebrows thinking that Stacy was lying. "Steph, I swear I was hiding from Andrew, and no, I didn't come here to spy on Randy." Stacy swore her eyes showing that she was pleading for Stephanie to let her go. Stephanie walked around the large room and picked up a digital camera. She turned it on and saw the first picture was a picture of Randy asleep. "If you weren't spying, explain this," She showed Stacy as Stacy's jaw dropped. She wasn't sure if she was going to laugh at the picture or be surprised that Stephanie would accuse her of taking the picture. "That isn't my camera, and Dave took that picture when they came in finding Randy asleep." Stacy said crossing her arms. Stephanie looked at the other pictures and saw pictures of Dave's daughters. "Fine, that I believe, but I know you came here for a purpose." She said letting Stacy leave. "I swear, Steph, I was hiding." Stacy repeated before stepping out to the hall. "Yeah, hiding from Andrew so he wouldn't see you and Randy together," Stephanie finished with a smile on her face.

Stacy raised her arm up calling for a cab. Vince gave Stacy a few days off and Stacy decided to visit her parents in Baltimore. After two days spending time with her family she got bored and decided to go to Illinois to visit her cousin, Marissa. She left her cousin's house not knowing where to go next. She was only a few miles away to St. Louis MO so she decided to head that way forgetting that Randy was there right now because of his tonsillitis.

She drove around the city stopping at a 7 eleven. She walked inside to a mass of people who were talking about a man in a hospital. She went to the ice cream section and took two pints of caramel ice cream. She headed to the cashier before she was recognized by a few WWE fans. She signed autographs and took pictures with the fans and after they were satisfied by her presence she walked to the teenage girl managing the cashier. "Hey Stacy Keibler, did you know that Randy Orton's in the hospital a few blocks from here," She said as she packed the two pints of ice cream in the 7 eleven bag. Stacy cursed herself for forgetting this was where Randy was. She took her stuff and hopped inside her Mercedes Benz. She turned on the ignition wondering if it would be alright if she visited Randy. She drove around and stopped the car in front of the hospital. "Should I go or should I not?" She asked herself aloud as she found a coin hoping it would settle the small dilemma. "Heads I will, tails I won't," She said before flipping the coin, catching it, and placing it at the back of her empty hand. She looked at the coin and read "Heads,"

The nurse led her to Randy's room. She stood outside the door hearing the television turned on to CSI reruns. She contemplated about going back but she figured since she was already here she had to do it. She quietly opened the door looking inside while Randy watched the TV. She stepped inside and closed the door and when she turned around a pair of blue eyes were looking at her. He didn't have a smile on his face like she hoped for. Instead he had a curious face. Why wouldn't he, she was supposed to be on tour with the roster. "Hi, Randy," Stacy said nervously but with a smile on her face. "What are you doing here," He asked with a curious tone in his voice. "I drove here from Illinois and I heard that you were in the hospital so I decided to visit," Stacy explained a little bit alarmed that Randy wasn't very welcoming. "You're not on tour?" Randy asked stroking his throat. "Nope, Vince gave me a few days off. Randy, I just want to say I'm sorry for acting the way I did in the Wrestlemania party. I should've explained before I danced with you." Stacy said standing beside Randy's reclined bed. He was facing the ceiling for a while until he faced Stacy. His face was blank, it was unreadable. "Don't blame yourself. It's my fault for thinking too hard." He said his voice hardhearted as if he didn't mean it. He stared back up the ceiling and closed his eyes. Stacy looked at him really disappointed by the tone of his voice. "You visited me, we talked, and there's nothing left to say, so I guess you'd like to go." Randy muttered as he stared into the white ceiling. Stacy was more than shocked to hear those words coming out of Randy's mouth. She was pissed off so much she blew up. "What the hell do you think you're saying? I came here to visit you and to apologize and you talk to me like that. You are such a jerk!" Stacy screamed catching Randy's attention. She glared at him before stomping to the door and leaving Missouri while tears poured from her eyes.

Randy looked around the empty room. He had to agree with Stacy, he was such a jerk to her. He spoke to her so insensitively and he didn't even welcome her in. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," He repeated to himself as he covered his face in his hands. Randy was just upset that in a span of a week he was on a hospital bed three times. He was also displeased by what happened at the party almost two weeks ago. "She didn't deserve that, she didn't," He thought to himself as he fell asleep.

"He was such an ass," Stacy reported to Trish in the women's locker room. "For such a great looking guy he is such an asshole." Trish replied to Stacy. It was Monday night RAW and after the draft lottery new superstars were fitting in backstage and one superstar was back, his throat sore as hell but he could manage to cut a promo.

The man in the black button down shirt walked backstage with his Puma duffel bag smiling at people feeling much better than he did last week. He walked past the halls and smiled his nice warm smile, excited that he was back on the road. It had only been a week but he missed it so much. He opened the door to Evolution's locker room where all the guys were hanging out. "Hey," Dave said as both Ric and Paul nodded. "Hey, guys, long time no see," Randy said sarcastically putting his bag on the floor and taking a seat on the leather recliner. Dave handed him a bottle of mineral water, "Dude, your voice," he said because Randy's voice was deeper and gruff. "They snapped the tonsils out," Randy replied after taking a gulp of water. "Guys, I need your help. It's about Stacy." Randy said catching the attention of his friends. "What's wrong, I thought you two were cool?" Paul said with apprehension in his voice. Randy coughed before he spoke and cleared his throat. "Guys, she visited me at the hospital and I was such an ass to her. It was just because of this whole hospital thing. I'm really sick of going to that place and I guess I poured all my anger on her. I'd really like to apologize to her but she may not want to talk to me ever." Randy explained knowing the older guys were disappointed.

"Yes," He replied to Mick Foley louder and stroking his throat in pain. Stacy watched backstage her eyes focusing on the man she loved and at the same time hated. "He looks so good in black," she thought to herself before Trish's waving arm alarmed her. "I thought you were mad at that jerk?" Trish asked glancing at the TV seeing Evolution talk in the middle of the ring. "I am but I can't help it," Stacy confessed. "Fine, anyway I totally understand, he's so fine, especially when he wears black." Trish said making Stacy wonder if Trish could read minds. "I was thinking the same thing," Stacy replied

"Dude," Randy said to Dave, him knowing it was a command for a bottle of water. "I'm seriously going to kill Mick for making me scream." Randy added clearing his throat in between phrases. "So have you spoken to Stacy yet?" Dave said changing the subject. "Dude, Raw just started," Randy said hitting Dave's knee with the plastic bottle. Dave rubbed his covered knee and had a disappointed look on his face. "You should talk to her by the end of the night." Dave replied. Just then Paul and Ric came in knowing by the looks on their faces that this was about Randy and Stacy. "She thinks you look "fine" in black" Paul said imitating what he had heard from Stacy and Trish. "Really," Randy asked a bit surprised. "Really," Paul imitated again making everyone but Randy laugh. "No, Paul, are you sure she said that?" Randy asked leaning forward before finishing the contents of the bottle. "Actually Trish said it and Stacy agreed," Randy had a smirk on his face, "So, Trish and Stacy think I'm hot?"

Stacy passed by Evolution's locker room hearing laughter but she didn't hear Randy's voice. "Maybe he isn't there," She thought then hearing his voice and standing behind the door hearing his words, "No, Paul, are you sure she said that?" Stacy tried to listen harder then heard Paul say something she was afraid of. And something that made her turn redder than a tomato was when Randy knew she thought he was hot.

"That conceited asshole, but he's right," She thought to herself walking back to the women's locker room. "Stacy, can I please talk to you," Stacy heard the deep voice wherein she could almost feel the pain he was experiencing, talking after his tonsils were snapped off his throat. She turned her heel and was probably still embarrassed and mad to look into his dazzling blue eyes. "Hey, what'd I tell you about hiding that beautiful face," Randy said lifting her chin but Stacy pushed his hand away and looked at him meanly. "That pointless sweet talk is not going to make me forget about what happened in the hospital." Randy shrugged his shoulders, "About that, see, Stacy, I'm really, really sorry It's just that I was really troubled about all those hospital trips that I started pouring my resentment all over my family, the doctor, nurses, and you, and you and no one else deserves that kind of treatment and I'm just hoping you'd accept my apology because Stace, I want to be in good terms with you, I don't want to be the bad guy, please." Randy pleaded with eyes so heartfelt you couldn't help but feel sorry for him. "Okay," Stacy replied while a smile formed on Randy's face and pulling Stacy in a hug which made both of them feel in the right place. "Stacy, thanks,"

Stacy pulled away from the nice embrace and forced herself not to smile so her feelings wouldn't seem too obvious. "Something wrong," He asked holding her hand. Stacy slipped her hand away and stared at the floor as she blushed remembering what Paul and Ric had overheard. "What," he asked again chuckling as he tilted his head to the side. Stacy looked up her cheeks red of humiliation but she couldn't help but laugh because Randy's laugh made you want to laugh with him. "Okay, I'm starting to get freaked out, Stace, why are you turning red. Was it something I said?" He said furrowing his eyebrows. "It's nothing," But Randy didn't believe her so he forced her to spill by tickling her on her waist. "Randy, stop, come on, please," She said giggling in between words as she was pushed against the wall bending her knees because it was too hard to stand. "No, I'm not stopping until you tell me why you're turning red." Randy continued tickling her side until Stacy fell on the floor with Randy landing on top of her long legs. They both laughed in the awkward position they were in. Randy got up and sat beside Stacy breathing hard. "So will you tell me or will I force it out of you by torturing you with these," He said wiggling his fingers. "Fine, Randy, I overheard you and your friends knowing about Trish and I thinking that you look good in black, that's it, are you happy?" Stacy said glaring playfully at Randy as Randy's smile turned wider. "Well since you're being honest let me tell you, that you look hot tonight." Randy said placing a finger on the tip of Stacy's nose as she blushed. "Stacy, what's going on here, you and Randy a couple now?" Paula, the make-up artist asked when she saw the two with their backs against the wall. "No, Paula, of course not, me and Randy, Paula, you'd be crazy to think that." Stacy defended as Paula gave her one last look. When Paula left Randy quickly stood up and headed down the hall. "Hey, Randy, where are you going?" Stacy asked as she was getting up. Randy turned around with a disappointed look on his face, "Well, after hearing what you said earlier I guess it's pretty obvious I have no chance in hell to be with you. It's clear now, Stacy, you don't like me and you think it's also pretty impossible, huh? I guess I was just wasting my time back there." He ended as Stacy turned teary-eyed regretting the lies she said earlier.

Randy walked in the locker room slamming the door behind him as Dave gave him a look asking what happened. "What," Randy's voice filled the room. "Hey, man, I didn't say a thing; don't get all upset on me." Dave replied throwing a bottle of water at him knowing that water was the only thing that could calm his nerves. "Sorry, man," He replied proving Dave's theory about the water thing right. "So I figure, your apology didn't go so well, huh? Want to talk about it?" Dave asked. "Well, the apology crap went well until one of Stacy's make-up friends passed by and asked if, you know, we were together and Stacy said something like "of course not, and that it would be crazy for someone to think that," Dave, I don't wanna come off as a super emotional guy but, Dave, that really hurt my feelings and it makes me think that I've got nothing to give to Stacy to make her, you know, like me or something."

"Backlash 2004" Randy read the sign on top of the arena in Edmonton. Tonight was probably going to be the biggest match of his career so far if nothing went wrong. He was going to earn his respect by putting his body on the line against someone who has done it for so many in order to put them and himself over. "Are you ready for tonight?" Paul asked Randy knowing that he was a lot nervous about all the violence involved in a No Holds Barred match. "I'm ready just worried about how this might affect me, to be honest, I'm a hell of a lot scared." Randy said burying his face in his hands knowing later on it would be a crimson red. "So, has Stacy spoken to you yet?" Dave asked changing the subject. They were in the rental limousine and they had arrived in Backlash four hours before the event. "I haven't seen her in the past couple of weeks. I guess she had some weeks off." Randy said as the limousine parked and they stepped out of the expensive ride.

Randy was behind the black curtain for his match, in a few seconds he would step out and receive a beating that would give him the respect he would deserve. He stepped up the metal stairs before hearing, "Good luck," from Stacy. "Stacy," he called out running back down but seeing that she was not in the hall anymore. "Randy, we're going to play your music already," the electrical guy said as he handed him a trashcan full of weapons and then the familiar sound of Motorhead's Evolution played.

After Triple H cut his promo both Ric Flair and Batista carried the bashed up and beat up Randy Orton to his locker room. It was the first time Randy had his own locker room and it was pretty sad that he had nothing left in him to enjoy the room for himself. He sat on a leather loveseat as Ric got the water and Dave knelt in front of him asking him questions, "Rand, you okay? I was worried about you. Hey, you need some help here?" Randy slumped on the seat feeling the warmth of his blood on his forehead he grabbed a small hand towel and carefully wiped what he could off. "Dave, I can manage. Thanks, guys." Randy finished as Dave and Ric left.

Randy walked in the shower holding on to the shower knob to support him. He found a built in seat where the shower could hit him, he sat there and cried the pain he was experiencing physically away. He sat with his chin rested on his knees and his hands crossed holding his tattooed arms.

After seeing the brutal match that had happened between Mick and Randy she ran towards Randy's locker room asking for directions. "Dave, Ric, You know where Randy's locker room is?" She asked as Dave pointed towards the end of the hall. "Hey Stacy, Randy needs you, and you need to tell him how you feel too." Dave gave his advice and walked off knowing he had done his part.

Stacy gently opened the door to the locker room hearing the cries of a beaten winner. She found his bag on the floor half opened where she spotted a bottle of painkillers, clothes, and towels. She stepped into the half opened bathroom door and saw the silhouette of the naked Randy crouched on a seat crying softly but still heard. She took off her shoes and slid open the shower door seeing Randy bare. He looked up, you couldn't tell if he was crying because of the water from the shower but the redness of his eyes confirmed it. He stared at Stacy who stood a few feet from him where the water wouldn't hit her. She walked towards the knob and turned the water off then she walked towards Randy whose knees were still bent up and she stroked his back as he cried. She took a bar of soap and helped Randy wash up like she was a nurse and he was her patient. After a few minutes he had stopped crying and still no words escaped from their mouths. She helped him dry up and change and as much as she avoided it she was wet. He placed on dark blue boxers a pair of black sweat pants and a plain white shirt. He laid on to of the love seat a part of his legs overlapping the arm rest. Stacy knelt down and stroked his short hair then kissing him on the forehead. Finally he turned his head towards Stacy and asked, "Why," Teary eyed, Randy rubbed his eyes and waited for an answer he was confused about so many things especially this feeling he had for Stacy. "Because, I love you," She answered.

:I'm still in vacation but I managed to finish this long chapter in a relative's place. Thanks so much for the reviews and keep reading and reviewing. Thanks. haha... Batista's a matchmaker... now, who would've thought of that?