Chapter 1: The Deal

He suddenly approached us. What did he want? Rosey and Hurricane rearranged themselves so that they were standing in front of me; like a wall keeping him away from me.

"Wow. Isn't it the famous threesome?" Randy said sarcastically.

After he RKOed me, we haven't talked. I mean what was there to talk about? I hated him with every ounce that I had in me. Yet there was something else that I couldn't admit to myself. What I really hated was how I still had something for him. After him hurting me, I still couldn't get him out of my head. It wasn't all hate that I felt towards him. It was more like we had a chance at it again.

"What do you want Orton?" Hurricane shot back.

"I was just commenting on what I think about you three."

"Uh huh," Rosey replied. I didn't know what to say. Keeping quiet seemed to be the best solution so far.

I tried to stop myself from remembering all those things that Randy and I had shared; all the things that we did when we were a couple. I'm not too good with controlling my thoughts, especially when it came to him. I soon found myself reliving our first encounter on Smackdown.

"Fine," Hurricane interrupted my thoughts. "We'll take you on Randy since you think you're all that!"

Randy flashed that famous smirk of his. "Why don't we add a bit of Stacy to it too?"

I was really lost now. First a match was made for some odd reason. Now it should involve me. "What do you mean?" I managed to say.

"A deal," Randy answered.

"A deal?"

"Yes Stacy. A deal. If I win, I get 'possession' of you for as long as I want. But I'll be nice and cut you some slack."

"You be nice? After what you did to me months before... you think that I would actually believe that?"

"Trust me."

"Just spill it already," Hurricane spoke up. For a second, it seemed like it was just Randy and I who was there.

"I own her but no physical or emotional abuse from me or anyone else; like for instance, I can't ask someone to do it for me. If there is any, then she's free to go. It's that simple," Randy answered surely.

"So I just stay with you and do things that you tell me to do?" I asked bewilderedly.

Randy smiled, "You'll see."

"Fine. It's a deal then," I said with confidence. Yet a part of me wanted Hurricane and Rosey to lose. Rosey and Hurricane just went with what I said.

Soon enough, it was time for the match and my fate would soon be learned. Before the match started both Randy and I signed the contract. Hurricane and Rosey fought a good match but lost in the end. They seemed very disappointed. They didn't even want to look me straight in the eyes. It's like they had failed me. I tried to reassure them that everything would be o.k.

Randy interrupted me and called me into the ring with him. With that I told Rosey and Hurricane to go on in. I Hope Randy will keep his word and everything will turn out just fine. What's the worst that can happen if abuse wasn't allowed to be part of the deal?

I thought he would have wanted something from me however all he told me to do was raise his hand. I guess I started to think too soon because then Randy told me to go and get the mike. He didn't say much though. All he had to say was that I couldn't wear my "Super Stacy" outfit anymore and to just dress normally.

That's it? Well what does he really want then? I'm so lost right now. What have I gotten myself into?

With that, we left the arena to go to the hotel. Wow what a first hour of the deal. He even offered to carry my bags fro me. I don't know what to think any more. We got into the rental car and started heading back towards the hotel.

Should I talk to him and ask what the deal really is. Like what's he getting out of it? Randy why are you doing this? I don't get is. Are you trying to prove a point but what would that be? I decided to end my discussion with myself as we pulled up to the hotel. Randy checked us both in and led the way up to our room. I suppose I would be staying with him if he so called "owned" me.

The room reminded me so much of when we first shared a hotel room. Well you have to admit, all hotels that we stay in are pretty much the same but oh well.

"I'll sleep on the sofa tonight since there's only one bed," Randy said out of the blue. "I'll arrange to have two beds next time."

"No it's o.k." I mumbled. "I can sleep on the sofa. I mean I'm the servant here."

"It's really not like that Stacy," Randy defended himself.

What did Randy mean "It's really not like that?" What am I suppose to think? So much has happened today it's not even funny. Randy seemed hurt by my last comment though. That arrogant jerk seemed hurt for once; especailly from something that came from a girl. I was surprised to say the least.

"We can always share the bed." I couldn't believe I had suggested that after everything that has happened to me involving Randy.

"Stace, I don't think that would be a good idea..." Randy trailed off.

"No. I mean it's a big bed... we can put something in the middle to divide it."

"There's no point in me trying to change your mind is there?" Randy flashed me a gorgeous smile. Stace! Snap out of it.

Reluctantly, I smiled back. "Nope."

Randy let me use the bathroom first. I showered then brushed my teeth and came out in full pajama gear. Randy looked over at me and then got up and went to go and get his pajamas. Soon he was out of mys ight and in the bathroom.

It finally hit me; all those memories of us together... all the times we've shared a hotel room... all the times that Randy made me laugh... so many things... I started feeling tears come down my cheeks. At first, I tried to keep them from freely flowing but it was just out of my control. It's so hard to just ignore it and fake that nothing is bothering me; especially with Randy just on the other side of that door.

'You o.k. Stacy?" Randy said softly. I hadn't realized that he had finished up in the bathroom and was staring at me. His blue eyes seemed so caring and loving. Those were the eyes that I missed seeing. His eyes always made me feel better. That was one thing that no one could replace in my heart.

Sniffing I replied unsteadily, "Randy... it's just so hard seeing you beside me not that I'm trying to say anything."

He approached me slowly, almost afraid of me running away. He touched my arm with his hand rubbing it with care. i must have seemed real fragile at the state I was in. "Why don't you go get some shut eye," he said it caringly. "I can't stand to see you cry."

I nodded and just started walking towards the bed and climbed in on one side making sure I gave Randy enough room on the other half. I think he was tired too because he also climbed into bed. I turned over and saw him staring at me blankly. I smiled and just shut my eyes and tried to sleep. Before I actually fell asleep, I felt Randy's soft hand rubbing the tears off of my face. I then fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.