Chapter 23: Summerslam
Randy was preparing for his match that big night. He's going to defend his World Heavyweight title against Dave Batista. Summerslam. The same PPV where he won the World Heavyweight Championship last year. Randy smiled to himself when he remembered that night. After giving Chris Benoit an RKO, the referee announced him as the new World Heavyweight Champion. He won it without Evolution's help. Randy smiled at the memory. John was also preparing for his match against Shelton Benjamin for the Intercontinental Championship. Randy had talked to him about it. Talked to him to back out, it's really risky for him to wrestle with his condition.
Flashback:
"So what did Eric want with you?" Randy asked when John returned to their locker room after being called by the general manager of RAW.
"Summerslam." John answered bluntly as he drink the remaining water on his bottle.
"Summerslam?" Randy repeated.
"Yeah. He said I have to defend my title against Shelton Benjamin. Unfortunately, he's still after my title." John answered and never met Randy's gaze.
"But, you can't wrestle! Not with your condition!" Randy exclaimed.
"I can. Don't worry." John assured him.
"No! I'll talk to Bischoff about this. He can't put you in a match!" Randy told him and started to stand up from sitting down on the couch.
"No, Randy! Or Stacy will know about this!" John pleaded.
"You have to tell her sooner or later. You can't keep her in the dark forever." Randy said. Worry, clearly visible on his voice, for the beautiful blonde.
"She'll never know. Somehow, someway I'll be able to get pass this illness." John told him and went out the room. Leaving Randy alone to indicate that there is nothing he can do to change his mind.
End of Flashback
"Man, you sure about this?" Randy asked John again.
"Yeah, I am. How many times do I have to tell you Randy." John answered exasperatedly.
"Hey guys!" Stacy said as she went inside the locker room.
"Oh hi Stace!" Randy greeted and smiled at her warmly.
"Hi baby." John just said and continued to warm up. Stacy raised an eyebrow and sat on the couch.
"So how you guys doing? Ready for your big matches?" Stacy asked again as she grabbed the magazine lying on the table and started to flip the pages.
"We're ready." John answered. Then the backstage coordinator knocked on the door.
"John, your match against Shelton Benjamin will be after Trish and Christy's for the women's championship. They will be next so get ready." The slightly chubby man said.
"Thanks, Arnold." John replied to the backstage coordinator. "So guys, I have to go outside and get ready. My match is almost there." John turned his head Stacy and Randy's direction. They just nodded. They agreed that Stacy will not accompany any of them that night. It will be dangerous for her. Their opponents might use her to distract them. Though it's not Shelton Benjamin's type to use a lady as a distraction, neither does Batista but they've got to be sure.
"Good luck, baby." Stacy said and kissed John lightly on the cheek. John just smiled and went outside.
"So you nervous with your match against Batista?" Stacy asked Randy when John was already gone.
"Nah. Me? Nervous? Nervousness and Randy Orton doesn't match." He answered and smiled at her.
"So…" Stacy said slowly, thinking of something to say to Randy.
"So… Um, you upset that you don't have a match tonight?" Randy asked her, trying to strike up a conversation.
"Not really. I'm a bit happy even. I got to relax the night off." She answered him and sat on the couch next to him.
"Well… That's great." Randy answered.
"Um, you… you want some water? I can get you, I'm going to catering." Stacy said, trying to get out of the awkward situation she's in.
"Uh, sure." Randy just said and felt like slapping his face for not knowing what to say to her.
Stacy got out of the room with her heart beating hard against her chest. 'What the hell is going on with me? Why am I acting like a high school girl talking to her first crush?' Stacy thought to herself. She continued her way to catering for the bottle of water for Randy. She met her fellow divas along the way. They just waved at her and she smiled.
"Coast is clear Christy. You can go in the locker room. Randy's alone and Stacy will be back inside in a few seconds." Amy informed the other redhead over her mobile phone. She was watching Stacy from a distance.
"Alright." Christy replied and went inside the trio's locker room. Randy had his back on the door when he heard it open.
"That's fast Stacy. Tha-" Randy said but he didn't finish his sentence when he saw Christy making her way towards him. "Christy? What do you want?" Randy asked rather rudely.
"Oh come one Randy. Don't tell me, you don't like having the Playboy cover girl in your locker room." Christy said seductively.
"Frankly I don't. Will you just get out. Stacy will be back in a few minutes." Randy said and started to ignore Christy.
"Why would you care about Stacy? For all I know, you're not her boyfriend and she's not your girl friend." Christy continued and sat on Randy lap. Randy felt like throwing up.
"Just leave me a-" but Randy wasn't able to finish his words when Christy kissed him lustfully on the lips.
"Randy here's your water." Stacy's cheerful voice came from the door. But her smile quickly vanished when she saw Christy and Randy on the couch. Christy was kissing Randy. Randy pushed Christy off him and looked at Stacy.
"Stace, I can explain." He started but Stacy cut him off.
"Oh! You owe me an explanation? What are we anyway?" Stacy asked sarcastically as tears rolled down her flawless cheeks and she ran away.
"Stace, wait!" Randy shouted to her but she didn't stopped to listen. "Shit!" Randy cursed under his breath.
"Mission A completed." Christy said to her self and smirked. Randy turned to her direction and glared at her. He felt like slapping her face off but Randy Orton never hits a woman. Not even slutty ones, so he walked away from her. Anger boiling up inside of him.