"Really, you do?" Randy asked forcing a smile on his face despite his muscles wanting to rest. Stacy placed a finger on his lips because she knew he had a hard time. "Yes, Randy Orton, I really love you." She confessed with a smile on her face watching his blue eyes sparkle at the thought. "I love you too," Randy replied softly making Stacy's smile widen after realizing their feelings were all along, the same. "But what about a few weeks ago," Randy asked remembering what Stacy had said to Paula. "Those were lies, I was in denial and I didn't have the guts to tell you back then. Now I do, and I'm more than happy to say how I truly feel about you, Randy." Stacy answered as Randy sat upright then stood up while she followed. He lifted her chin and kissed her softly in the lips. They've wanted to do that for so long and finally they have. "Stacy," Randy said before kissing her more passionately this time and at the same time the door opened to the three members of Evolution and Stephanie McMahon- Levesque. "Woah," Paul said as they stood shocked in front of the way as both Stacy and Randy stopped, smiles forming on their faces. They turned to the four with Randy's arm over Stacy's shoulder backing up the fact that now, they were together.
"You, kids," Ric said in the limousine where the four members had arrived in. "What," Randy asked his hand holding Stacy's for the ride back home. The doctors had checked on him telling him that he didn't need any stitches because the way he bladed himself in his hardcore match was perfect. "Well, we all know that making out in your locker room that was heading somewhere." Ric replied with a sly smirk on his face. "Space Mountain," Paul said before Stephanie hit him hard on the shoulder. They all laughed in the limousine before Stacy turned into a serious mood, "Dave, thanks for the advice. If it wasn't for you I don't know what I'd be doing right now." Dave gave her and Randy a small smile. "Thanks, man," Randy said giving his close friend a handshake. The limousine stopped in front of the hotel as all six of them stepped out. Paul, Stephanie, Ric, and Dave took the elevator upstairs while Randy accompanied Stacy to the hotel clerk. "Why are we going to the hotel clerk?" Randy asked as they walked hand in hand to the lobby. "Uh, I need a key to my room." Stacy answered. "What, where'd your key go?" Randy asked. Stacy gently pushed Randy to the side to explain things. "Randy, I'm rooming with Drew," Randy interrupted her, "What; I thought you guys were done." Stacy looked down not knowing how to explain things to Randy. "See, uh, I did tell Drew we were done and well he doesn't like it so, uh, he forced me back in the relationship, and Randy, I would try and do anything to get out of it but he's just so powerful and infuriated all the time and I'm just so scared that he may hurt me." Stacy said in the verge of tears. "That's why I'm here, baby, I'll save you from the bad guy. We're going to end this once and for all and you're going to get your stuff from that room and you'll stay with me, how about that?" He replied in a soothing voice.
They stood in front of the door holding the key card in one hand and in the other Stacy's hand, Randy slid it in the slot and slowly opened the door to check if anyone was inside. Luckily no one was there. Randy helped Stacy with her stuff as they quickly searched through the room looking for her belongings. After a few minutes both of them ran outside and into the elevator up to Randy's suite.
"Welcome to the Orton pad," Randy said. "Okay, maybe temporary," as Stacy admired the suite and the furnishings in it before she was captivated by the view. "You should see Paul and Steph's room," He added slipping his arms around her waist as she rested her tilted head on his masculine chest. "Thanks so much." Randy let go of Stacy and instead turned her around until they were standing in front of the other. "No problem," he said before kissing Stacy passionately.
There was a knock on the door as Randy checked his alarm clock, 4:30, it showed. The pounding on the door got heavier as Randy turned the lamp on and turning his head seeing the beautiful; Stacy was sleeping beside him in only her lingerie. He took a robe from the hook behind the bathroom door and as he stepped out of the bedroom into the living room the knocks became louder and louder. He rubbed his eyes as he opened the door to and outraged Andrew Martin.
"Where the hell is she?" He roared as he entered the room and slammed the door behind him. "Who," Randy asked pretending he didn't know what he was talking about. "Don't play dumb with me, Orton, where in the fking hell is Stacy?" Drew bellowed as he turned on the lights searching for the lovely lady who was in bed. "I don't know but I do know she's not here. Let me ask the questions here. What the hell do you think you're doing barging into my room at 4 in the morning? You know what, why don't I call room service?" Randy said reaching for the phone and as he dialed Andrew shoved the phone. "Orton, I know that you know where my girlfriend is!" He hollered. "No, I don't okay. Just leave, Martin. And Stacy isn't your girlfriend anymore. She broke it off between you two and this, I'm sure as hell is true, She despises you and she freaking hates you, got that?" Randy finished and just then Stacy came out of bed hearing the voices. She walked in the living room with a blanket covering her body as she rubbed her eyes not seeing that it was Andrew and Randy exchanging unforgiving words. "Baby, who is it?" She asked before seeing that it was Andrew. "Drew, Randy," She turned from one guy to the next. "Don't know where she is, Orton, still don't know?" Andrew said furiously walking towards Randy ready to hit him but Stacy stepped in between forcing Drew to stop. "Drew, please, no," She pleaded. "You, whore. You slept with this son of a – and you have a boyfriend. You are such a slut, Stacy, you have no right. Damn it whore, you don't know the beating you'll be getting later." Andrew said with and evil smile on his face. "That does it," Randy said defending Stacy and jumping on Andrew and giving him hard blows. "Randy, stop, you're gonna seriously hurt him." Stacy reached for the phone and called up Paul and Stephanie who minutes later came up to stop the fight.
Luckily no one had told the police about the fight up there. Andrew limped back to the hotel room a bit scared of the fact that Paul, who was Vince's son in law knew about this. Stacy who was crying was attended to by Stephanie in the bathroom. Randy was in the living room where Paul was talking to him.
"Kid, what the hell was that?" Paul asked. "I hit that assholes head and would've killed him if you and Steph didn't come." Randy said indignantly. "Hey, I don't know what's been happening to you lately. Okay, I'm glad you and Stacy are together now but kid, you've been on so many fights plus you've just been getting really tricky. Randy, deal with your problems." Paul informed Randy. "He called her a whore, and a slut, and he told her she was going to get beaten. What would you have done if Stephanie was Stacy and you were in my position? If you love someone so much you'd fight for them, Paul, dude, I love Stacy and I can't live my life knowing she's getting hurt by someone who doesn't deserve to breathe the air we breathe. Paul, I love her." Randy said who was not able to keep his emotions. "How do you think Stacy feels right now? Randy, she's hurt, you know why? Because, kid, she loves you and she doesn't want to see you hurt, she doesn't want to see you vulnerable. She cares for you and I'm sure she feels cared for when you defended her but, man, she's scared for you." Paul told Randy giving Randy a whole new perception of the predicament.
Inside the bathroom the blanket covered Stacy while she wept as Stephanie comforted her. "Don't worry, Stacy, Randy's fine, nothing happened to him." Stephanie explained as Stacy sobbed. "It's just that I didn't want him to get hurt and I didn't want him to be in trouble for causing Andrew's injuries and I just don't want to be a reason for his problems. Stephanie, I'm just so frightened." Stacy said in between sobs. "Don't worry, Stacy, I'm sure Randy feels worried about you too, he's just worried about what might happen to you because he loves you so much and he's only trying to shelter you." Stephanie said consoling Stacy. The door opened to Randy who was now wearing a muscle shirt and his boxers. "Stephanie," he said as Stephanie got up from the floor and walked outside the bathroom. Randy closed the door behind him and then knelt in front of Stacy. He carried her in his arms and gently rocked her without saying a word. "Stacy, I'm so sorry, I just love you so much and I was just so afraid of the bad things that might've happened to you that I attacked him. I'm so sorry and I only did it because I love you so, so, so much. Please forgive me." Randy said as tears fell down his eyes as he looked into Stacy's brown eyes. She nodded her head and Randy gave her a warm hug.
"Tonight, will be our first date," Randy said as fixed his tie and while Stacy brushed her hair. "Really," Stacy asked lining her brows. "Believe it, our first date happening after our little hot and passionate thing on that bed over there and after experiencing that huge problem last night." Randy said. "So you're saying we started from the finish line and we're ending at the starting point, you do know the starting point is when we would get acquainted." Stacy said. Randy pulled Stacy to the bed where they both fell down. Randy rested his arm on the bed and sideways looked at Stacy. "Damn, you're so beautiful." He stroked her hair as Stacy finished the conversation with a long loving kiss.
"So you're taking her to a different hotel for dinner, huh?" Ric asked Randy as they sat in the locker room as RAW began. "Yeah, something wrong," He said giving his friends weird looks. Paul threw his plastic water bottle at Randy before the young wrestler complained. "Dude, you're caught! You're taking Stacy to a different hotel so we wouldn't be able to spy on you. Damn it, you're good. Just not good enough," They all laughed as Randy gave them a cocky expression as both Stephanie and Stacy walked in. "What are you boys talking about?" Stephanie asked asking her husband to scoot so she would have room to sit. There was no room in the couch so Randy offered Stacy to sit on his lap. Everyone noticed it and exchanged smiles among each other. "We were just talking about Randy and Stacy's date tonight." Ric answered making Stacy blush. "I wouldn't want to break the surprise for Stacy but I'm sure as hell your date will be perfect. Randy knows how to please a girl." Stephanie said exchanging joking winks with Randy making Paul jealous. "Hey, lay off my wife, kiddo!" He raised his voice in a whiny sort of way. "Dude, chill," He replied wrapping his arm around Stacy's slender waist showing Paul he was now with her."
"Reservation for Sir Orton," The person at the door said leading them to a table in the corner. "Perfect," Stacy softly said in her tiny voice as they both sat down and ordered their food. "So, this place is just great. I mean the architecture is just so luxurious and, well, wow." Stacy commented after ordering her meal. "I never knew you were into architecture." He was a bit surprised. Stacy shrugged her shoulders and gently shook her head before speaking, "It's just that, well, people always think I'm some sort of blonde bimbo who's only interested in guys, clothes, and make-up and I'm more than that if only people would get to know me." Randy immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, babe," He said rubbing her hand with his warm hand. "I swear I never thought of you that way, it's just that it seems you appreciate something I usually ignore." He continued making Stacy relieved. "Well, ever since I was a cheerleader in high school I've always wanted to try home design or architecture and that never pushed through because of the Baltimore Ravens try outs, then WCW, then the WWE." She informed as now Randy knew more about his girlfriend. "Well, me, I've always wanted to go into wrestling but my parents didn't approve of it and I wasn't really sure what course to take so I joined the marines. It was pretty difficult being one especially being one of the biggest because you were always in charge of the huge gear. There was a point in my months as a marine where I thought about my priorities and dreams and I realized wrestling was something in my life and even without my parents authority I was going to do it. So I went back home, explained my case and my parents approved unfortunately the corps found out about my AWOL stint and I had to go to this court thing and the next thing you know you're getting discharged for bad conduct. It was a sort of bittersweet moment. I had made tons of friends and I was good at it but what's the point of doing something when you know you're meant to do something else. I went back home and my dad helped me with getting started and then it took off from there." Engrossing Stacy in his story about the Marine Corps. "Wow, I've never experienced something as meaningful as that before. I mean if you think about it my life's pretty boring." Stacy sighed. "Boring, I don't think so. You toured with the Baltimore Ravens, was proposed to in national television, posed for Playboy, been in a relationship with Andrew Martin, and now with me, Randy Orton." He said proving to her that her life was not at all boring.
"I'm glad we got some Ben & Jerry's instead of those tiny little desserts at the hotel." Stacy said as she liked her vanilla ice cream cone while Randy did the same to his chocolate one. "Yeah, better on the pocket too." He joked patting his jean pocket. Stacy giggled at his little joke and the two experienced a short moment of silence. Randy quickly finished his ice cream cone as Stacy watched him lick the spills from his hand. "Yuck, Randy, you are such a pig!" Stacy said grossed out. "What, I'm not a pig, and you are so, so, clean." Randy said trying to find the adjective that fit the girl he loved. "Well, at least being sanitary is better than being a swine like you." She pointed out staining his button down shirt with her ice cream cone. His jaw dropped open as Stacy ran away. Randy wiped his shirt then ran after her and despite Stacy getting a head start Randy caught up with her by wrapping his arms around her waist and softly pushed her towards a brick wall. Stacy wrapped her slim arms around his neck as they stared at each other before kissing each other and after a few seconds they were blinded by a flash of light. "What the hell?"
"You, kids," Ric said in the limousine where the four members had arrived in. "What," Randy asked his hand holding Stacy's for the ride back home. The doctors had checked on him telling him that he didn't need any stitches because the way he bladed himself in his hardcore match was perfect. "Well, we all know that making out in your locker room that was heading somewhere." Ric replied with a sly smirk on his face. "Space Mountain," Paul said before Stephanie hit him hard on the shoulder. They all laughed in the limousine before Stacy turned into a serious mood, "Dave, thanks for the advice. If it wasn't for you I don't know what I'd be doing right now." Dave gave her and Randy a small smile. "Thanks, man," Randy said giving his close friend a handshake. The limousine stopped in front of the hotel as all six of them stepped out. Paul, Stephanie, Ric, and Dave took the elevator upstairs while Randy accompanied Stacy to the hotel clerk. "Why are we going to the hotel clerk?" Randy asked as they walked hand in hand to the lobby. "Uh, I need a key to my room." Stacy answered. "What, where'd your key go?" Randy asked. Stacy gently pushed Randy to the side to explain things. "Randy, I'm rooming with Drew," Randy interrupted her, "What; I thought you guys were done." Stacy looked down not knowing how to explain things to Randy. "See, uh, I did tell Drew we were done and well he doesn't like it so, uh, he forced me back in the relationship, and Randy, I would try and do anything to get out of it but he's just so powerful and infuriated all the time and I'm just so scared that he may hurt me." Stacy said in the verge of tears. "That's why I'm here, baby, I'll save you from the bad guy. We're going to end this once and for all and you're going to get your stuff from that room and you'll stay with me, how about that?" He replied in a soothing voice.
They stood in front of the door holding the key card in one hand and in the other Stacy's hand, Randy slid it in the slot and slowly opened the door to check if anyone was inside. Luckily no one was there. Randy helped Stacy with her stuff as they quickly searched through the room looking for her belongings. After a few minutes both of them ran outside and into the elevator up to Randy's suite.
"Welcome to the Orton pad," Randy said. "Okay, maybe temporary," as Stacy admired the suite and the furnishings in it before she was captivated by the view. "You should see Paul and Steph's room," He added slipping his arms around her waist as she rested her tilted head on his masculine chest. "Thanks so much." Randy let go of Stacy and instead turned her around until they were standing in front of the other. "No problem," he said before kissing Stacy passionately.
There was a knock on the door as Randy checked his alarm clock, 4:30, it showed. The pounding on the door got heavier as Randy turned the lamp on and turning his head seeing the beautiful; Stacy was sleeping beside him in only her lingerie. He took a robe from the hook behind the bathroom door and as he stepped out of the bedroom into the living room the knocks became louder and louder. He rubbed his eyes as he opened the door to and outraged Andrew Martin.
"Where the hell is she?" He roared as he entered the room and slammed the door behind him. "Who," Randy asked pretending he didn't know what he was talking about. "Don't play dumb with me, Orton, where in the fking hell is Stacy?" Drew bellowed as he turned on the lights searching for the lovely lady who was in bed. "I don't know but I do know she's not here. Let me ask the questions here. What the hell do you think you're doing barging into my room at 4 in the morning? You know what, why don't I call room service?" Randy said reaching for the phone and as he dialed Andrew shoved the phone. "Orton, I know that you know where my girlfriend is!" He hollered. "No, I don't okay. Just leave, Martin. And Stacy isn't your girlfriend anymore. She broke it off between you two and this, I'm sure as hell is true, She despises you and she freaking hates you, got that?" Randy finished and just then Stacy came out of bed hearing the voices. She walked in the living room with a blanket covering her body as she rubbed her eyes not seeing that it was Andrew and Randy exchanging unforgiving words. "Baby, who is it?" She asked before seeing that it was Andrew. "Drew, Randy," She turned from one guy to the next. "Don't know where she is, Orton, still don't know?" Andrew said furiously walking towards Randy ready to hit him but Stacy stepped in between forcing Drew to stop. "Drew, please, no," She pleaded. "You, whore. You slept with this son of a – and you have a boyfriend. You are such a slut, Stacy, you have no right. Damn it whore, you don't know the beating you'll be getting later." Andrew said with and evil smile on his face. "That does it," Randy said defending Stacy and jumping on Andrew and giving him hard blows. "Randy, stop, you're gonna seriously hurt him." Stacy reached for the phone and called up Paul and Stephanie who minutes later came up to stop the fight.
Luckily no one had told the police about the fight up there. Andrew limped back to the hotel room a bit scared of the fact that Paul, who was Vince's son in law knew about this. Stacy who was crying was attended to by Stephanie in the bathroom. Randy was in the living room where Paul was talking to him.
"Kid, what the hell was that?" Paul asked. "I hit that assholes head and would've killed him if you and Steph didn't come." Randy said indignantly. "Hey, I don't know what's been happening to you lately. Okay, I'm glad you and Stacy are together now but kid, you've been on so many fights plus you've just been getting really tricky. Randy, deal with your problems." Paul informed Randy. "He called her a whore, and a slut, and he told her she was going to get beaten. What would you have done if Stephanie was Stacy and you were in my position? If you love someone so much you'd fight for them, Paul, dude, I love Stacy and I can't live my life knowing she's getting hurt by someone who doesn't deserve to breathe the air we breathe. Paul, I love her." Randy said who was not able to keep his emotions. "How do you think Stacy feels right now? Randy, she's hurt, you know why? Because, kid, she loves you and she doesn't want to see you hurt, she doesn't want to see you vulnerable. She cares for you and I'm sure she feels cared for when you defended her but, man, she's scared for you." Paul told Randy giving Randy a whole new perception of the predicament.
Inside the bathroom the blanket covered Stacy while she wept as Stephanie comforted her. "Don't worry, Stacy, Randy's fine, nothing happened to him." Stephanie explained as Stacy sobbed. "It's just that I didn't want him to get hurt and I didn't want him to be in trouble for causing Andrew's injuries and I just don't want to be a reason for his problems. Stephanie, I'm just so frightened." Stacy said in between sobs. "Don't worry, Stacy, I'm sure Randy feels worried about you too, he's just worried about what might happen to you because he loves you so much and he's only trying to shelter you." Stephanie said consoling Stacy. The door opened to Randy who was now wearing a muscle shirt and his boxers. "Stephanie," he said as Stephanie got up from the floor and walked outside the bathroom. Randy closed the door behind him and then knelt in front of Stacy. He carried her in his arms and gently rocked her without saying a word. "Stacy, I'm so sorry, I just love you so much and I was just so afraid of the bad things that might've happened to you that I attacked him. I'm so sorry and I only did it because I love you so, so, so much. Please forgive me." Randy said as tears fell down his eyes as he looked into Stacy's brown eyes. She nodded her head and Randy gave her a warm hug.
"Tonight, will be our first date," Randy said as fixed his tie and while Stacy brushed her hair. "Really," Stacy asked lining her brows. "Believe it, our first date happening after our little hot and passionate thing on that bed over there and after experiencing that huge problem last night." Randy said. "So you're saying we started from the finish line and we're ending at the starting point, you do know the starting point is when we would get acquainted." Stacy said. Randy pulled Stacy to the bed where they both fell down. Randy rested his arm on the bed and sideways looked at Stacy. "Damn, you're so beautiful." He stroked her hair as Stacy finished the conversation with a long loving kiss.
"So you're taking her to a different hotel for dinner, huh?" Ric asked Randy as they sat in the locker room as RAW began. "Yeah, something wrong," He said giving his friends weird looks. Paul threw his plastic water bottle at Randy before the young wrestler complained. "Dude, you're caught! You're taking Stacy to a different hotel so we wouldn't be able to spy on you. Damn it, you're good. Just not good enough," They all laughed as Randy gave them a cocky expression as both Stephanie and Stacy walked in. "What are you boys talking about?" Stephanie asked asking her husband to scoot so she would have room to sit. There was no room in the couch so Randy offered Stacy to sit on his lap. Everyone noticed it and exchanged smiles among each other. "We were just talking about Randy and Stacy's date tonight." Ric answered making Stacy blush. "I wouldn't want to break the surprise for Stacy but I'm sure as hell your date will be perfect. Randy knows how to please a girl." Stephanie said exchanging joking winks with Randy making Paul jealous. "Hey, lay off my wife, kiddo!" He raised his voice in a whiny sort of way. "Dude, chill," He replied wrapping his arm around Stacy's slender waist showing Paul he was now with her."
"Reservation for Sir Orton," The person at the door said leading them to a table in the corner. "Perfect," Stacy softly said in her tiny voice as they both sat down and ordered their food. "So, this place is just great. I mean the architecture is just so luxurious and, well, wow." Stacy commented after ordering her meal. "I never knew you were into architecture." He was a bit surprised. Stacy shrugged her shoulders and gently shook her head before speaking, "It's just that, well, people always think I'm some sort of blonde bimbo who's only interested in guys, clothes, and make-up and I'm more than that if only people would get to know me." Randy immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, babe," He said rubbing her hand with his warm hand. "I swear I never thought of you that way, it's just that it seems you appreciate something I usually ignore." He continued making Stacy relieved. "Well, ever since I was a cheerleader in high school I've always wanted to try home design or architecture and that never pushed through because of the Baltimore Ravens try outs, then WCW, then the WWE." She informed as now Randy knew more about his girlfriend. "Well, me, I've always wanted to go into wrestling but my parents didn't approve of it and I wasn't really sure what course to take so I joined the marines. It was pretty difficult being one especially being one of the biggest because you were always in charge of the huge gear. There was a point in my months as a marine where I thought about my priorities and dreams and I realized wrestling was something in my life and even without my parents authority I was going to do it. So I went back home, explained my case and my parents approved unfortunately the corps found out about my AWOL stint and I had to go to this court thing and the next thing you know you're getting discharged for bad conduct. It was a sort of bittersweet moment. I had made tons of friends and I was good at it but what's the point of doing something when you know you're meant to do something else. I went back home and my dad helped me with getting started and then it took off from there." Engrossing Stacy in his story about the Marine Corps. "Wow, I've never experienced something as meaningful as that before. I mean if you think about it my life's pretty boring." Stacy sighed. "Boring, I don't think so. You toured with the Baltimore Ravens, was proposed to in national television, posed for Playboy, been in a relationship with Andrew Martin, and now with me, Randy Orton." He said proving to her that her life was not at all boring.
"I'm glad we got some Ben & Jerry's instead of those tiny little desserts at the hotel." Stacy said as she liked her vanilla ice cream cone while Randy did the same to his chocolate one. "Yeah, better on the pocket too." He joked patting his jean pocket. Stacy giggled at his little joke and the two experienced a short moment of silence. Randy quickly finished his ice cream cone as Stacy watched him lick the spills from his hand. "Yuck, Randy, you are such a pig!" Stacy said grossed out. "What, I'm not a pig, and you are so, so, clean." Randy said trying to find the adjective that fit the girl he loved. "Well, at least being sanitary is better than being a swine like you." She pointed out staining his button down shirt with her ice cream cone. His jaw dropped open as Stacy ran away. Randy wiped his shirt then ran after her and despite Stacy getting a head start Randy caught up with her by wrapping his arms around her waist and softly pushed her towards a brick wall. Stacy wrapped her slim arms around his neck as they stared at each other before kissing each other and after a few seconds they were blinded by a flash of light. "What the hell?"