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Chapter 11: What I Wanted (Stacy's POV)

"Excuse me, Miss Keibler? Miss Keibler?"

I woke up to find myself in the chair next to Randy's bed in the hospital room, the young, curly-haired nurse cautiously waving her hand in front of my face to see if I was awake. I looked to my left to find that I was still holding on to Randy's hand. I'd never let it go the entire night. Randy was a heartbreaking sight to see: unconscious (for about three days now), bruised, heavily bandaged and pale from a huge loss of blood. I wasn't in great shape myself, with my hair very disheveled and my eyes bloodshot from crying so damn much.

"Wha---?"

"Three days have passed already, and it doesn't look like Mr. Orton will be waking up anytime soon. Maybe you better go home and rest first."

"But I want to stay here with Randy! I've been waiting here three days and three nights for him to wake up so that I can tell him that I love him!"

She sighed, eyeing me disdainfully like I was some dirty, smelly animal on the street. "I know, sweetie, and that's really nice, but look at you. Starving yourself and not getting enough sleep will do no good for either of you two."

"Okay," I said, defeated, "but I'll be back soon, I promise you that!"

She helped me out of my chair and out of the room. "You take care now, all right?"

I looked better for Monday night than I did at the hospital, but I missed Randy like crazy. I was going nuts.

Chris Benoit and I were both bummed out about Randy not being here: he missed his protegé and best friend, and I missed the love of my life. We were slumped back on the soft couch, staring into space.

I broke the silence with a question. "Hey, what are we gonna do about Randy's title shot now that he can't wrestle?"

He merely shrugged in reply. Then after a few seconds, it hit me. "Oh, I know! Why don't you go for it, Benz?"

Chris looked at me disbelievingly. "Really, you think so?"

"Yeah! I'm sure Randy would've wanted it to be you. You deserve it! Come on," I told him, dragging him by the wrist to see Eric Bischoff about it before he could even protest.

I knocked on Eric's door. "Come in," came the muffled reply.

"Can I help you, Stacy? Chris?"

"I've got an idea," I began. "Since Randy's out on injury, and it would be a total shame to let that hard-earned title shot go to waste, I was thinking, why don't we give it to his tag-team partner?"

He looked at me, then at Chris as we waited anxiously for Eric's decision. Minutes seemed to crwal slowly by like hours. Finally, he made up his mind.

"Sounds like a great idea! You got the match, Benoit: tonight's main event is gonna be you against Triple H for the World Heavyweight Championship!"

I hugged Chris in congratulations. "Great! Don't let Randy down, 'kay?"

"'Course I won't."

We were about to exit the office, when Eric called out from behind. "Stacy, please stay a moment, I have to talk to you."

Slightly puzzled, I let Chris go on ahead. "What's it about, Mr. Bischoff?"

"It's about Randy. He's been hospitalized, right?"

I nodded gingerly.

"Well, I took advantage of this situation to help you out, and I managed to convince the writers to scrap your romance storyline. You are now free from your worst nightmare," he said, smiling.

Free from it? My worst nightmare had just gotten even worse! "What?"

"You heard me: you're now Randy-free. We'll probably put you in a gimmick match next week until we come up with a new angle for you."

My face went pale. "Oh. Okay then."

"What's wrong, Stacy? You don't look too happy. I thought this was what you wanted?"

Poor Eric. I know he meant well, but he was just too slow to see that my feelings for Randy had taken a 180-degree turn from hate to love. Well, I don't want to give him any more white hairs than he already has. "Yeah, sure…it is what I wanted. Thank you, Eric."

"No problem, Stacy. You have yourself a good night now, alright?"

"Okay." Are you kidding me?

I was back to bumming out on the couch (nothing else to do tonight, anyway). Lita was onscreen. It was her against Molly Holly, which she obviously won, and now she was on the receiving end of a beatdown by Molly. Now for the good part: enter Shane, in his dorky but cute superhero costume, to save the day for Lita. Down goes the evil Molly, and he helps up his lady, Lita, and the two share a small, lovely kiss in the middle of the ring.

Aww, how sweet…if only that could happen between me and Randy (I mean in real life, not onscreen). But you can't have romantic scenes like that with a guy who's in a coma.

Moments later, the enviably lovey-dovey couple joined me backstage. "That brought a tear to my eye, Li."

"Shut up," she laughed, punching me lightly on the arm.

"Come on, Lita, no violence," Shane joked. "What's say we all go out for burgers? My treat."

We both perked up at the sound of free food. "I'm game!"

Lita, who was between me and Shane, had an arm around the both of us as we walked side by side towards the exit. In the hallway was Tyson Tomko, leaning against the wall, smirking.

"Hey, dollface," he called out to me, "heard you finally got rid of that pussy Orton."

"What's it to you?"

"Well, babe, it's time yougot yourselfa real man." Tyson came closer to me and placed a hand on my cheek, which I quickly swatted away.

I slapped him hard across the face. "Back off, jerk!"

"Why you---"

Before he could come any closer, Shane stepped in between us. "She said 'back off.' What part off that don't you understand?"

"You stay out of this, geekboy!" he said, shoving Shane aside. "You will be mine, babe," he whispered in my ear and walked away---but not before being stopped by Li.

"Get outta the way, bit---"

Even before he could finish his sentence, Lita kicked him right in the groin. "Don't you dare call my boyfriend a 'geekboy', ya hear?"

He nodded and winced in reply.

"Come on, guys, let's go," she said,leading us out of the hallway. "Stacy, you better be careful about men like that."

"I got it, Li."

As we continued on towards the exit, I couldn't help thinking that this wasn't the last I was going to see of Tyson Tomko. Oh, where's Randy when you need him?