Worth Fighting For
Chapter 3 – Never Enough
"Damn are we just blessed or what?" Stacy Kiebler asks sarcastically, looking over at Randy Orton, her lips pressed into a thin line. "What the hell are you doing here Randy?" she asks, her eyes softening at his almost puppy dog-like appearance. "SmackDown is in New York on Friday, Mr. World Heavyweight Champion, and besides, this is Baltimore, you have no business being here Randy." She says, her tone almost angry as she tries to keep her composure.
"I'm so sorry Stacy. Please baby I love you. I'm so sorry." He whispers his apologies to her over and over again, as if it's a personal mantra of his. "You have to forgive me Stacy. I love you so much that you don't even know how much I love you. I swear baby, I'll treat you good, I'll buy you all them pretty things. Come on, I love you, you have to take me back, you know how good we are together. You have to know how much chemistry we have together, don't forget about us Stace, you love me, you know that, I know that, and we can kiss and make up, I didn't mean what I said, I swear to God, I love you Stacy. Just please take me back and it'll all be okay again." He mutters to himself, a hand on either side of his head.
"What the hell is wrong with you Randy?" She asks rhetorically, a perfectly manicured eyebrow raised at him. "You said we could never be together and-and you blatantly came out and told me that you didn't ever love me. You asked me to forget everything we ever shared and you asked me to pretend like we never existed and I'm finally okay with that and in the middle of my 2-month leave from the WWE you come to my home town, expecting to bump in to me and find me and tell me that you want me back…just when I've finally come to terms that we could never be and that you don't actually love me. And you just expect to come onto the back of your little bandwagon. Get a grip Randy. We could never be and we will never be." She stood tall, regaining the little composure that she had lost during her long speech, dedicated to the man that she had loved at one stage, Randy Orton.
"Baby please…" He pleaded to her, large hands clasped together, as if in prayer for something that he knew would never come. "Don't you know Stacy, that you're breaking my heart more and more with every single word that comes out of your mouth? I just wonder if you know, because Stacy, you have no emotions, what's happened to you Stacy, what's changed?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in a pitiful look directed at the blonde woman.
"God Randy – you're pathetic. I just came to terms that we wouldn't ever be together and you just came and mixed up my feelings and stirred me up like you would a pot. Just when I thought you'd changed. I've grown up Randy, and it's quite blatantly obvious that you haven't, just grow up Randy, grow up and move on. I don't even know who you are anymore…Randy you don't even know who you are anymore." She screamed at him, her hands knotting in her hair, her bright green eyes shedding tears. "You were my world for so God damn long, and I was nothing but a toy to you. I loved you God damn it." She cried so hard that a hiccup was emitted from deep in her throat.
"I never meant to hurt you…" his voice was soft and soulful, his tearful words directed at her heartstrings.
"But you did mean to hurt me Randy, and congratulations, because – hell – it worked damn well Randy. Go and buy yourself a pretty little medal." She said, her tone slightly mocking, her green eyes large and glassy.
"But you loved me…you still do love me Stacy…and of course, I love you…so where did it go wrong?" he asked, almost to the air.
"Thing is Randy," his name came out on a sigh, "Love's not enough in a relationship…" she sighed again, more sadly than before, "…never enough…" she said sorrowfully, the broken promise ring in one balled fist and the results of a pregnancy test in the other…