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The Road to WrestleMania: One Man's Journey to the Top
Chapter VIII
Rage And Honor
WrestleMania was only the beginning for Drake Williams and Randy Orton. The Legend Killer defeated the Crusader at the event and when that happened, something got loose in Drake's mind. He became much more aggressive in the ring and often resorted to violent tactics to win matches. Through it all, Drake Williams only thought about revenge against Randy Orton. Then Orton made one big mistake; he threatened Christy Hemme, who had become very close to Drake over time. It was enough to push Williams over the edge; so much so he demanded a match with Orton at Judgment Day. First however, Drake had a match with Bob Orton.
The match went down as planned with the Hall of Famer getting an early advantage over his younger opponent. Bob did so by smacking Drake with his leather belt across the back. That was the wrong thing to do, because Williams nailed a spine buster followed by the Widowmaker for the win. The belt whipping released the darker side of Drake Williams as he grabbed a steel chair and proceeded to bash the hell out of Bob. Randy Orton attempted to intervene but took a shot to the sternum and another to the back. Bob Orton tried escape but Drake caught and continued the punishment with the weapon. One particular shot busted the elder Orton open and Drake grabbed a mic.
"Orton," Drake said. "What I did to your daddy, is nothing compared to what'll happen to you at Judgment Day."
The bitter hatred between them only escalated when two days before the event, Randy Orton delivered the RKO to Christy. Now it was way past personal. As Judgment Day went into the second hour, Drake sat alone in his locker room contemplating what was going to happen. Normally, Christy would stop in to have a chat but thanks to Randy Orton, that was not going to happen. A knock came on the door and for a moment Drake thought it was Christy. He hoped, wished and prayed it was Christy. But it was just a road agent of all people.
"Want do you want?" Drake sternly asked. "Sorry to bother you, kid," the agent said. "But it's time for your match." "Randy Orton's going out first, so you have about a few minutes."
The agent left and Drake pulled on his elbow pads one at a time. He looked at the mirror and took a deep breath before heading out of the room. Randy Orton made his way to a chorus of boos from the crowd; he honestly did not care. Drake Williams came out next and the crowd went nuts for the Crusader. This was not about who was more popular by any means; this is personal. Randy Orton stepped out of the ring and walked up the aisle to confront Drake Williams and they started trading shots. The ref tried to separate them only to get pushed away as Orton jabbed his thumb into Drake's eyes. Drake recovered and tossed Randy into the steps before rolling him into the ring to officially start the match.
Williams pounced on Orton, throwing rights and lefts at his prey and Orton covered up. Randy Orton managed to fight and the match really was just an all-out brawl. Drake fired some hard rights on Randy and whipped him off the ropes, but slid out and started walking out of the match as the crowd boos the hell out of him. Drake knew he could not let Randy go so easily and stormed out of the ring after him. Drake Williams clubbed Randy Orton hard to knock him down on the aisle and Drake was screaming in Orton's face. Orton finally got back up and they brawled into the crowd itself, just as they did at WrestleMania. They found their way back to ringside where Randy Orton was heaved over the barricade. As Drake climbed over the wall, Randy chopped him hard.
Drake Williams fell over the wall as Randy Orton picked him up and give him a European uppercut. Drake staggered over to the Spanish table and Randy speared him over the same table; thus they both flew over the table. Orton unloaded on Williams before dragging him back into the ring and covering him for a two count. Randy Orton got in the ref's face and argued with him; all the while Drake nipped-up behind him and gave Orton the Triple-German suplex. Drake covered Randy for a near fall. Drake seemed to be smiling about it and picked up Randy and slapped him clear across the face, much to the delight of the crowd. The force of the blow sent Orton falling through the ropes and out to the floor.
Randy Orton again tried to escape but Williams caught up with him and tackled him, sending them both over the barricade. Drake mounted Randy and proceeded to beat the daylights out of him. Drake sent Randy back over the wall and back into the ring where Orton crawled to the corner and cowered. Drake shook his head denying any mercy to Orton and went after him, but Orton found an opening and again jabbed his thumb into Drake's eyes before hitting the RKO out of nowhere. Orton tried to get the win but Williams got a shoulder up. Randy Orton could not believe it as he pounded on Drake and made the cover again but Drake kicked out for the second time.
Frustration reared its ugly head as Randy Orton left the ring and grabbed a steel chair. Randy went back inside and was about to strike before the referee disarmed him. The momentum sent Orton spinning into the Widowmaker from Drake Williams and both were down. Drake looked to have the match won and made the cover, but "Cowboy" Bob Orton came out and dragged the ref out of the ring and knocked him out. Bob took off his leather belt and tried to hit Williams, but Drake stopped him and used the belt on the elder Orton. Randy Orton came from behind and hit a low blow on Williams and he went down in pain. Bob Orton recovered and tossed the groggy referee into the ring as Randy made the cover. Drake somehow got a shoulder up at two and Randy Orton was shocked to say the least.
"STAY DOWN, DAMN YOU!" Orton yelled at Williams before turning to his father. "Dad, get me a chair." he said.
Bob Orton grabbed a chair as he was told while Randy Orton dragged Drake Williams to his feet and held him. Bob Orton was just about to strike when Christy Hemme rushed in to stop him. They played tug-of-war with the chair until Bob shoved Christy down; a costly mistake. Watching Christy get manhandled sent Drake into a blinding rage as he mule kicked Randy Orton; meanwhile Bob Orton charged only to walk into a hard spine buster. With the ref still down, Drake picked up the chair and wailed the Legend Killer with it, then revived the ref and picked up the victory. Drake inwardly did not like to win in such a fashion, but sometimes one has to win at any cost.
Tony Chimel stood up to make his announcement; "Here is your winner, Drake Williams."
Drake stood Orton and badmouthed him before tending to Christy. Like a knight in shining armor, Drake carried Christy bridal style to the backstage area. He turned around briefly to survey the carnage in the ring as the Orton's lay nearly lifeless on the mat. Drake Williams knew deep down that this war was not over by any means as he carried Christy backstage. Drake brought Christy back to his locker room to recover and lay her down on the couch. He mentally cursed himself for allowing Christy to get hurt like that when she started coming to.
"Hey there, red," Drake said. "How're you feeling?" Christy held her forehead and answered, "I think I'll live." Drake shook his head before saying, "I'm sorry, Christy. I wish I could have stopped them."
Christy sat up and locked eyes with Drake before saying, "I knew the risks, so don't blame yourself."
Christy leaned over and gave Drake a little kiss on the cheek before getting up and leaving. Drake held the spot where Christy kissed him and smiled as if he were back in elementary school. A sudden feeling sent Drake hurrying after Christy; in fear that the Orton's would go after her again. Drake found Christy walking down the hall and managed to catch up with her.
"Christy wait," Drake said as Christy turn to see him. "It might be wise to stay with me for a little while. You never know if something might happen."
"Drake, are you trying to protect me? I can take care of myself, ya know!" Christy replied. "But you're very sweet. A style in contrast to the ruthless side everyone else sees." Drake started blushing and said. "Um…well, we all have two sides to ourselves."
Christy smiled at Drake and said, "So he's a philosopher, isn't he?" Drake replies, "I have my beliefs."
"Yes you do," Christy said. "See ya!"
Christy went on her way as Drake leaned against the wall. The youthful wrestler let out a sigh of relief in knowing that Christy was able to see Drake for who he really is outside of the ring. Drake stayed where he was for a minute before heading back to his room, only to be ambushed by Randy Orton and his father. Randy Orton stood over the fallen Crusader breathing heavily. Drake was right to believe it was not over between him and Orton; by no means was it over.
Author's note: Oh, oh. It's not over till I say it's over, jerkies. The rubber match is coming soon. Stay tuned and be sure to review. AH HA!