Someone in Control
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Chapter 3: Monotonous Nightmares
Randy shot up from his bed in the middle of the night sweating profusely and breathing heavily. After calming himself down he convinced himself reassuringly that it was only a nightmare, even if it was the same nightmare he's had almost every night for the past year. From the archly in-ring tag action with Cena to the hatred for him zealously, Randy's nightmares uncovered it all for Randy, over and over again, haunting him continuously. He didn't understand why. He tried to put it all in the past but he can't. Randy closed his eyes and tried to think of a blissful thought. It was what his mother had always told him. "If you have a nightmare, just go back to sleep with a happy thought in mind. It'll bring your joys in your dreams." The only problem was, was that Randy didn't have any happy or blissful thoughts. He was constantly emotionless. If science and medicine had its way, he would be a nomenclature of Novocain.
Randy closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep as he listened to the drops of rain hit the window and the balcony. He listened to the roll of thunder. He saw the flashes of lightning even with his eyes closed. Randy surrounded himself with darkness. He would see himself stand or sit in the darkness when he slept, but this time it was different. Unlike the many times where he would dream of himself watching his nightmares, this time Randy went spiraling down the darkness and landed hovering a few inches above the ring. He looked down and saw smoke, black smoke continuously coming off his legs. His stature was missing his feet. The increments past Randy's knees were smoke. Black smoke. Randy looked down upon the ring. He couldn't feel his anger rise when he saw Cena in the ring. He saw John motion his hands around his waist to say that he would walk out with the WWE Tag Team gold. Then he saw another man. A man he couldn't recognize. Brash and arrogance were obvious but Randy couldn't construe as to who he was looking at.
Randy slowly tried so hard to remember, but he couldn't for some reason. He looked and watched the unidentifiable person fighting alongside John Cena. Randy stopped thinking about Cena's partner's identity and focused on the match that was going on before him. The mysterious superstar applied multiple headlocks and was relentless. Impressive vertical dropkicks and strong right hands from him brought down their opponents. Randy watched as Cena and his partner aligned himself so that Cena was facing his opponent and his unrecognizable tag partner was behind him. Cena waved his hand in front of his face to his opponent articulating the words "You can't see me before hoisting him up in F-U position. The next second caused Randy's eyes to grow wide as he began to reminisce his past. Randy watched the mysterious tag partner jump up and grab the neck of the opponent that lie on Cena's shoulders and bring them down. He immediately realized that it was none other than himself who was with Cena that night. They had won the tag titles for the first time… together.
The next morning, Randy was oblivious to everything he had experienced with his mind and soul the previous night and masked his emotions perfectly. He made sure he was as solid as everyone knew him to be and he wasn't going to let anything in his past or behind the scenes destroy a character, a persona that he had built and took up. He wasn't going to let it crack to reveal anything. Randy left his hotel room and headed to the arena, he had an agenda and it started with Christy Hemme.
"Its so obvious Christy likes Randy." Melina said before she sipped her smoothie. Stacy ignored the comment and continued looking through the WWE Divas magazine. Christy just blushed.
"So what, its Randy fuckin' Keith Orton! Who doesn't think he's hot?" Torrie stated. The Divas all agreed eventually.
"Christy, your so obvious though. I mean, call me a slut if you want, but when I want something my goal is to get it. Christy, your just standing there waiting for him to come sweep you off your feet like a knight in shining armor. Its not gonna happen because he's Randy and you're nothing special to him. You should make a move." Melina explained. Stacy cringed at ever word Melina said.
"How do I do that if he doesn't even notice me?" Christy asked. She then turned to Stacy. "Hey Stace, your Randy's current buck fuddy, how did you get him to notice you?" Stacy looked down for awhile and hesitated. The last thing she needed was someone trying to get with Randy when she was already in a predicament where she was trying to win his heart instead of utilizing his physical attributes.
"Um… He kinda came to me after the Fulfill Your Fantasy match at last year's SummerSlam." Stacy replied.
"You've been fucking Randy for six months?" Melina and Torrie yelled in unison, shocked. Stacy kept a consistent low profile and replied.
"Well I wasn't sleeping with him every day or anything… I was just like with him once or twice a week…" Stacy said before placing herself away from everyone's attention and back to the magazine. Everyone turned their heads to Lita when she spoke; it was quite a revelation because Lita barely talked anymore.
"Have any of you accepted Victoria's 24/7 challenge?" Lita asked. She knew none of the other Divas were up to fighting Victoria in a match with pinfall anywhere, although there are disqualifications. The other Divas shook their heads and went back to what they were doing. Victoria had terrorized the Women's Locker Room, Diva-by-Diva, blondes to brunettes, Victoria had terrorized them all, may it be physically or verbally. Lita looked back down and minded her own business. She had lost the heart to wrestle with all these new Divas around and old Divas gone. Lita's life had gone downhill since the love triangle that went live with the man she loved, the man the loves, and herself. She loved Edge, but she didn't know if he loved her back anymore. It was tearing her apart. The Divas soon headed out to get ready for the show.
Randy walked into the arena and got settled in his locker room before heading out to go find Christy. He formulated the plan in his mind. He thought it over from time and time again to make sure there were no errors and he thought Christy was the perfect Diva to approach. It was obvious that he had premeditated this from awhile back and he noticed Christy's undying obsession with him. All he needed was to make sure she could carry out his plan, and to do that, he would teach her a thing or two. With those thoughts set on his mind, he went to find Christy.
End of Chapter
A/N: Geez, I almost forgot how to post chapters... Okay so I'm back! Set the lights, cameras, and heartbreaks, Monkeys! Okay I know I have a lot of things to pick up and a lot of anger management problems to fix, cough-Rachel-cough. I'm updating BIML next. Thanks again for your support and reviews guys. Leave me reviews!