By: RandyFan
Rating: PG
Chapter Three, Part Two
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! Please keep them coming!
Randy's music hit as he and Stacy made their way to the ring. The crowd cheered for their favorite RAW couple.
Randy held the ropes down for Stacy to crawl through. She bend down very slowly, forcing a needy expression on her boyfriend's face. Randy walked beneath the ropes and Stacy retrieved a microphone from Lillian. She walked back over to Randy and snaked her arm around his muscular waist before starting.
"Are you guys ready to crown a new RAW diva?" Stacy shouted to the audience. They screamed and stood. Stacy took as a yes. "Before we announce the winner, lets take a recap of the two months of the Diva contest."
After the video package ended, Stacy called the diva hopefuls to the ring but frowned with Randy as Trish's music hit. The crowd boo'd and even one fan threw a dirty old shoe at Trish, even though it missed.
Trish and Tyson marched to the ring, smug looks of their faces. Trish and her problem solver slipped through the ropes. Tyson got a mike for her.
"Well looky here," Trish spat at Randy and Trish. "RKO and Legs. You two are so cute together." Trish mocked. Randy became visibily agitated and tensed as he stepped forward. He reached back and took the microphone from Stacy.
"Listen Trash Stratus," Randy retorted. "Stacy and I are just trying to host this diva search, you know, with girls who actually have talent." He snarled.
Trish, now offended, complained to Tyson. "Did you hear him?! He just called me talentless trash!" Trish looked up at Tyson who hadn't budged an inch. "Well get him!" Trish screamed.
Tyson lunged forward, his momentum taking Randy to the mat.
Stacy screamed as Tyson pounded into Randy's handsome face. But suddenly Stacy was filled with a sharp anger; hate surged through her tiny body. Stacy flew forward crashing into the Womens' Champion and knocking her to the floor outside. She beat Trish in the face, a vengeful feeling flowing through her veins. Meanwhile in the ring, Randy pounded on the tattoo'd monster. He fought up and pulled a series of moves on Tyson. In a matter of seconds, he send Tyson out to the floor.
Randy jumped outside the ring and pulled his feisty girlfriend off her favorite advisary. Tyson ran over and pulled Trish off the floor as Randy pulled Stacy in the ring.
Right at that moment Blake's handsome face appeared on the TitanTron. He wore a worried expression on his face.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Blake nodded at the group by the ring. "Now that is no way to act Mr. Tomko, Mrs. Stratus. If it's a match you want, fine. As a matter of fact, I'll make my first ruling as General Manager right now. Next week, right here on RAW, it'll be an inter-gender tag team match featuring you Randy Orton, and your partner, Stacy Keibler." The crowd cheered. "And your opponets will Trish Stratus and Tyson Tomko. Now please, Mr. Tomko, Mrs. Stratus, please clear the ring. Randy, please continue."
And with that, his face disappeared as did Trish and Tyson.
Randy and Stacy walked back behind the curtain with the newly crowned diva, Christy.
Stacy latched on to Randy's muscular form holding him close. He reached down and recipricated the hold.
"I'm tired," Stacy yawned. He smirked and kissed her forehead.
"I know. Lets go home."
