Author: Princess-Asturia

Disclaimer: Look... I don't own wrestling, and I don't have enough money to pay if ever that the owners get mad... Author's clarification: Just to separate the scenes coz I just found out now... well actually when I decided to check on how my fic looks like... it looked ugly... and to make up for the things I did wrong I decided to use some things to separate the scenes... so... if you would see a sign that goes like this... I just used numbers (6-6-6).

Special thanks to: Myth, monkeygal-101, huntersgirl, stacy&randy4ever

Chapter 3:

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Heavy weight championship! Entering the ring, from Greenwich, ct; weighing in a 260 pounds, being accompanied by Batista and Ric Flair; he's the heavyweight champion of the world; The Game, Triple h!" Lilian smiled. "And making his way to the ring, from St. Louis, mo; weighing in a 245 pounds, being accompanied by Stacy Keibler; the challenger; the Legend Killer, Randy Orton!"

The battle was bloody; both men are down on their knees. Triple h covered for the pin fall… 1…2… and a kick out by Randy. Triple h then planted another pedigree, but only to achieve another two count. Randy was ably to reverse and attempted to make the RKO but was countered by Triple h with a spine buster. Their now both on their backs and as the referee counted 1…2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9…and Stacy attempted to enter the ring that made the referee stop the count, Stacy hit the referee unconscious.

Both men are now standing as they exchanged punches. Ric Flair was busy chasing after Stacy, so Batista came for the aid. And accidentally hit the champion with a steel chair causing him to be an easy prey for an RKO… Shawn Michaels entered the ring and finished the match with a 1…2…3.

"And here's your winner and new Heavyweight champion, the Legend Killer, Randy Orton!" Lilian hollered as Ric Flair turned around in horror and saw Batista's confused look; holding the steel chair that led to Triple h's lose.

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Triple h sighed with much frustration. He lost his title to that 24-year old cheeky gigolo. "I'm home, hon."

"Paul, hon… what happened? You look upset…" Steph kissed her husband. "Look, if you're upset about you having to cook tonight… I'll just cook instead."

"I lost to that asshole!" He yelped with exasperation. "I lost to Randy!"

"I'm sure you'll get it back." She smiled. "Now forget about it for just a moment."

"I can't just forget that, it's my gold after all." Triple h began to mumble.

"Just forget about it tonight and I promise you that next week everything's going to be alright." She smiled. "Don't think I'm going to forget that you're going to cook dinner this time."

"Dinner's in thirty minutes, hon." He smiled.

"My hon," She smiled. "Now I know why I chose you from all the guys that I dated; you're the most caring and loving man I met."

"I know what that means… okay, I'll cook next week as well." He laughed.

"Thanks baby…" She smiled. "I love you."

"Sometime I wonder why I feel the same." He sighed.

She pouted at her husband's remark. "What does that mean?"

"I was just kidding, hon." He hugged her and gave her a gentle and passionate kiss.

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"It's not like you cheated, right?"

"Somehow, I can't stop thinking about what had happened." Randy sighed. "I mean, it was clear that Dave was going for Paul."

"Of course not!" She said exasperatedly.

Randy looked at her and raised a brow; his eyes dancing with amusement. "What makes you think he wasn't?"

"What makes you think he was?" She laughed playfully.

"Nothing." He sighed. "It's just that I was in Hunter's opposite direction."

"It doesn't mean that he's going to go against Hunter, right?" She smiled. "You're kinda paranoid tonight… you're just stresses." She gave him a hug and pulled him closer to her and kissed him with much passion.

He pulled away from the kiss; somehow she didn't matter to him. "I need to do something."

"What's more important, me or that thing you're going to do?" She pouted.

"I just need to talk to someone, that's all."

"To?" She raised an elegant brow.

"Someone, you don't need to know who… I just need to ask that person."

"Fine." She finally gave up.

"I know that you'd understand."

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Victoria rolled her eyes as she gazed at her reflection. "Why ARE you mad at the fact that Randy only has eyes for Stacy?"

She gave out a sigh. It really doesn't matter; the fact is that almost every guy she falls for is taken by some hotter chick.

"You know, you shouldn't be thinking about that." A voice came from behind.

"Lil!" She shrieked. "How are you and Dave doing?"

"Not so good." The other woman sighed. "We've been on the rocks lately."

Victoria looked at her; her orbs sparkling with concern. "What do you mean?"

"Well at least he was honest enough to tell me about him seeing someone else aside from me." Lilian sighed. "At least he still loves me. Right?"

"Lil, face the fact that he's cheating on you." Victoria said. "You can't go on like this, and you know that… no one else can help you but yourself."

"I know, but I'm just too in love with him that I don't mind sharing him with someone else."

"You can't do this to yourself; I mean it's hard enough that I'm starting to like someone I'm supposed to hate what more deal with stuff like that, I'm sorry Lil. I know I'm not helping you."

"It's okay…" She sobbed. "You're right; I should leave him, but it's just easy to say but it's so hard to do."

Victoria smiled at her with concern. "Why not go with me and Trish tonight… remember, tonight's lady's night… so it's a drink all you can; let's get drunk just for tonight."

"Thanks…" Lilian sniffed.

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Randy sighed as he entered someone's apartment, that night was really grueling for him. "Hey…"

"Well, well, well… I'm surprised that you sank lower than you are." A voice laughed coldly.

"I'm here for you're advice, not your usual insults." He rolled his eyes. "So tell me… was that really intentional?"

"Batista's not stupid to dig his own grave."

"But he's got the guts to." Randy said. "I mean, he knows that Evolution needs him."

"I doubt it."

"Jay… I know that I haven't been a friend to you lately, but I really need you opinion about this."

"Randy, you can't always come to me for advices." Christian sighed. "Remember, I'm not going to be here forever for you to lean on."

Randy sighed. "I know."

Christian sighed. "You know, I just don't like hanging out with Stacy… she looks like trouble. Take it from someone with experience… she's no good."

"Yeah, right." Randy scoffed.

"Well, don't tell me that I didn't warn you." Christian sighed with surrender. "About Dave, you're right about him… I think. He looks like he's going to betray Paul… I just don't know why, but I smell betrayal up ahead."

"I think you're just smelling the sushi Tajiri gave me… damn that thing makes a nasty aftermath."

Christian laughed uncontrollably. "You talk to that Jap?"

"Why not?"

Christian laughed even more. "Well, no one seems to like that ass."

"Well I do."

"You like everyone in the business." Christian said in a matter of fact tone. "Except for Evolution I mean."

"Well I better go." He laughed and then later he sighed. "I just wanna drink the hell out of me tonight."

"Yeah… you do that." Christian smiled and started to call someone on the phone.

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"Wohoo!" Lita yelled.

"Yeah! This is the life!" Victoria agreed. I told you we're going to have a good time tonight!"

"Are you okay, Lil? Honey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She sighed.

The bartender looked at them with a blush on his cheek and gave them a couple of drinks. "It's from the guy over there." He reluctantly pointed to a shadow on the corner of the bar.

Author's note: Well? How was it? I hope you liked it and review on my fic… thanks for the people who reviewed. Hope you really liked it. I write to please the people…