The REAL Truth Behind and Inside the WWE Ring Chapter 3: It's Over, a wrestling fanfic

Ok, Chapter 3…

Another Flashback…

I have too, unless you want the story to make no sense at all.

Boy is it hard to write with Italics… it's surprisingly difficult

…and confusing!

And thanks to all who commented!

Flashback:4th April, 2005, Randy Orton is backstage in his locker room at Monday Night Raw (A/N I know Orton is one Smackdown, but the draft lottery hadn't happened yet.)

Randy Orton was sitting in front of the T.V. monitor which was playing the replay of the last Smackdown episode. As he watched the Undertaker annihilate his opponent, he kept thinking about what Mark had said to him three days ago.

"I'm in love with you Randy Orton, that's why it isn't working out with Sara, I'm in love with you."

"And I love Sara, but I'm in love with you. Why can't you see that?"

It made no sense to Randy. "Why is the Undertaker in love with me? What do I have that Sara doesn't?" He kept asking himself over and over again.

"Knock, Knock! Hello? Randy? Are you here?"

Burying his head in his hands, thinking, "Oh great, this is the last think I need", he called out regretfully, "It's open Stacy, come on in."

"Oh! Hi Randy, how's it going?" She asked cheerfully, oblivious to all the things going on in Orton's complex mind.

"I've been better," he said as he sat up straight, smiling, trying to get the Undertaker's words out of his mind.

Stacy glanced at the T.V. monitor displaying a Smackdown match from last week, "Why are you watching Smackdown? That's not like you."

"Umm… No reason." Orton quickly uttered while he quickly switched it off the T.V. manually, as he couldn't remember where he had last left the remote. (A/N Something that always happens to me. It is so annoying!) But he hadn't quite convinced Stacy yet as she still looked highly suspicious, "Promise." He quickly added on.

"Don't lie to me Mr Orton." Stacy said vivaciously while giggling softly.

"What? I'm not! I had, umm… just switched the T.V. on and that was what the channel it happened to be on." He said, hoping that that speech would convince her.

"Umm… Do you think I'm stupid?"

"What? Of course not! Why do you say that Stace, don't you believe me?"

"It's a tape." She said emotionlessly.

"What?"

"Don't play dumb with me. The Smackdown episode is on a tape. You were watching it, why?" She asked.

Stacy could tell Orton was thinking, "Oh crap, she's found me out, what should I tell her?" Which made her laugh out loud based on the highly amusing facial appearance.

"What's up? Why were you watching it?" She curiously but rather seriously enquired.

"Don't worry! You don't have to know you I do everything I do" Orton snapped at her.

"Fine." She simply said and stomped out offended.

Suddenly Randy had realised what he had just done. He had yelled at someone he loved, for no reason at all. He felt terrible. But what could he do? He collapsed onto the couch concealing his remorseful face.

He sat backup, and reached over to the T.V. to continue watching the Undertaker, trying to figure him out.

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Somewhere in America

"Teddy? Hey, yeah, it's me. Yeah I'm great thanks, you? Great. Hey, I have a favour to ask. Great. I was wondering if I could have a match at Wrestlemania. Someone from Raw. Yeah, Raw. Orton. Yeah. No, no, I haven't discussed it with him. No, no, don't tell him, it will be a late Birthday present. Vince? Why can't you look into it? Yeah, but I'm –, ok, fine. What's his number? Great, thanks Teddy. Yeah, see ya Wednesday. Yeah, it's going to be great, yeah, ok bye. Thanks again"

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Back at Monday Night Raw, in one of the corridors.

"Hey Randy, I just got off the phone with Vince, good news, you have a match at Wrestlemania."

"What? I never asked for a match Eric. This is a surprise"

"Didn't you ask for one? Hmm… strange, I'd better look into that."

"Oh no, don't worry, I'd love a match at Wrestlemania, it's the biggest freakin' stage of them all!"

"Oh and it gets better," Bischoff said sounding excited.

"What do you mean?"

"It's a Raw versus Smackdown, inter-promotional match."

"Oh, cool, who am I facing?"

"Umm… just the Undertaker. Nothing the Legend Killer can't handle," Bischoff said as he patted Orton on the shoulder, turned around and returned to the General Manager's office, leaving Randy astounded,

"Why would the Undertaker want me?"

Shouting back, the Raw GM yells, "Oh, something about a late Birthday present or something, anyway, make Raw proud and annihilate him."

That's when it hit him. It must have something to do with what Mark had said to him at his party. Orton started to sprint towards his locker room

He burst through the door with the plaque stating "Randy Orton". He suddenly stopped in the middle of the room and looked around until he found what he was looking for, his mobile. Orton quickly opened up the phone book at scrolled all the way down to the 'U' section where the name "Undertaker" was.

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Somewhere in America (again)

From deep within a black pocket, a phone started to ring the Undertaker's entrance music and vibrated every 3 seconds until finally, a large hand reached into the pocket, and answered the small silver phone.

"Hello?"

"It's me. Randy. We have to talk."

"Oh, hi Randy, have you finally realised where your heart truly belongs?"

"Can it. Why did you put me in a match with you at Wrestlemania Taker?"

"I thought it would be fun."

"Fun? Fun? How is it fun?"

"Well we get to play around in the ring together with 10 000 fans watching. How is that not fun? We can express our love to the world via Hollywood Publicity!" the Undertaker exclaims over the phone sounding overly excited.

"What?" Orton cries out in disgust and horror. "What don't you understand? I'm not gay! I love Stacy!"

"I'm kidding; I wouldn't want the public to find out because it's so much more fun when you're keeping your romance a secret."

Randy had had enough, he wasn't gay, well he didn't think he was at the time, so he just hung up on Undertaker.

"Why does the Undertaker keep going on about how I'm gay? He has no proof. He has nothing. Just because Undertaker loves me didn't mean he is going to be loved in return by me. Sometimes you just have let things go," Orton kept telling himself. He chucked his phone back onto the sofa where he had found it in his locker room and stormed out of his room to get a drink and try to relax.

While he was gone, his phone started to ring. Slowly the door opened. And the mysterious person slowly walked in to the room. Noticing the phone, they picked it up.

"Hello?"

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As Randy Orton was finally returning to his locker room with his ice-cold bottle of Lift with his eyes on the floor not paying attention to his surroundings, he collided heads with his current girlfriend, Stacy Keibler.

"Oww," Stacy pathetically said as she rubbed her sore head. "Look where you're going next time," she looked up just as she finished, as did Orton, and she realised who she ran into, "Oh, Randy I didn't realise it was you." She added on coldly.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Hmm… no surprises there. You know, I was just looking for you a while ago."

"Really? Have you forgiven me for me snapping at you earlier?" Randy said hopefully.

"I was going to. But I've changed my mind now."

"Why? Don't tell me, it's because I wasn't looking where I was going and ran into you, right? Oh, Stace, that's nothing!"

"No. It wasn't that."

"What was it then?"

"Well, earlier, like five minutes ago…"

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Like five minutes ago in Randy Orton's Locker Room

As Randy Orton's Locker Room door slowly opened, the young Stacy Keibler entering the room, she noticed that her current boyfriend's phone was ringing. So being a generally nice person, she decided to answer it and take their message.

"Hello?"

"Who's this?" a cold, rough voice from the other side of the phone said.

"Oh, it's Stacy here, Randy isn't here at the moment, if you want, I can take a message for you?"

Now, the Undertaker doesn't usually screw around with other people's lives, especially their love life, but Randy Orton was all he ever wanted for quite some time now and so he felt compelled to say what he said next.

"Oh, hello Stacy, it's me, the Undertaker. If you could give Randy my message that would be just great."

"Sure!" The pretty young blonde replied happily as she grabbed a pen and paper.

With an evil smile on his face, the Undertaker simply said, "Tell Randy that, wait? You writing this?"

"Yep"

"Ok, good, tell him…"

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She shoved a small piece of paper that had only what he could imagine being the Undertaker's message into his chest before running off crying. He noticed the ink in some areas were smudged which her supposed were tears. As he read the message, slowly his blood began to boil. After finishing, he scrunched the piece of paper and threw it onto the floor and chased after Stacy.

"Stacy, Stacy, Wait!" Randy yelled, "None of it is true! I promise!"

Of course, from lying to her earlier, she didn't believe him and continued running and jumped into her car and started the engine. But before she drove away, she waited for him to catch up, so when he got close enough to the car window, she simply said, "it's over."

"No, don't leave me!" Orton yelled.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll always have the Undertaker, you fag." She coldly hissed at him before speeding away.

And that's the end of Chapter 3.

Slightly confusing at times, I know, but the message is still pretty clear

Hope it wasn't too boring, my little brother thought this chapter was kind of gay… not that I listen to him…

I'm just a bit unsure when it comes to stories…

Oh, I know I might have made the characters sound a little harsh,

Like at the end when Stacy calls Orton a fag

… even though he kinda is in the story.

Nether the less,

I hope you enjoyed Chapter Number 3.

I look forward to your comments :)