The REAL Truth Behind and Inside the WWE Ring Chapter 5: Stacy's Deadly Phone Call, a wrestling fanfic

Thank you to everyone who commented/reviewed my Chapter 4 being, Mistress Martin, DarkLoverGirl (despite their irrelevance to the story) SilverDreams04 and darjh619edge. In response to Mistress Martin's comment about Undertaker having green eyes, hazel and green are basically the same, and I've already said hazel eyes twice and I can't be bothered fixing it up, I'm just going to keep with the hazel, but thank you for telling me.

I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, but with Christmas and all, I've been a bit busy.

So here's chapter 5, I hope you all enjoy.

Flashback: 5th April, 2005, Randy Orton's apartment.

Randy Orton was laying in his 100 percent Goose feather bed, gazing up at the white ceiling with several stains of his apartment. He glanced over at his bed side clock for a moment, 12.46am, it was late, but time didn't worry him. He couldn't do anything but continuously repeat the line of events in his head leading to the Undertaker's kiss they had shared earlier. It just didn't work out. His mind said no but his heart and soul and other parts of his body said yes. What could he do? He still felt as if he loved Stacy, but he loved the Undertaker more.

"…And I love Sara, but I'm in love with you. Why can't you see that?" he thought of what the Undertaker had said to him at his birthday party in St Louis at his parents' house as his mind continued repeating the events.

"That's it!" Randy exclaimed as he quickly sat up before remembering the time and realising how loud he had actually just yelled.

It made perfect sense, he may still believe he loves Stacy, but he wasn't in love with her, he never truly was. He was in love with someone he had hated in the past days, someone who had broken up his relationship with someone he had cared for, someone called the Undertaker.

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11th April, 2005, Backstage at Monday Night Raw,

2 weeks before Wrestlemania XXI (A/N: I know, I know, Wrestlemania was the 3rd April, but I thought it was the 26th April originally, so it's just going to be that through the story.)

"Randy! I've been looking everywhere for you," the Raw GM wheezed as he jogged towards the Youngest (former) World Heavy Weight Champ of the World.

"Oh, hey Eric, what's up?" He watched the obviously very unfit GM run towards him huffing and puffing, trying to regain his breath.

"It's to do with you and Stacy breaking up and you're match with the Undertaker at Wrestlemania" huffed Eric Bischoff.

"What? How do you know about me and Stace breaking up? I thought only we knew," then he realised, his ex was Stacy Keibler, she never kept anything secret. Orton sighed, "Actually never mind."

"Ok, I'll keep it short. You two need to break up publicly."

"Break up publicly?"

"Yes, you made it public. You end it public. Sorry, Randy but it's the way it is in the WWE world. Life's like this. If you start anything publicly, you must end it publicly. Don't worry; I'm sure you two will work out how you're doing it."

"What? You mean we have to think of something? Together? You haven't worked it all out yet?"

"Just give her an RKO or something," he said flicking his hand not giving it a second thought, "Sorry, I've been so busy the last couple days with Wrestlemania being only two weeks away."

"That's fine, don't worry about. So where is she, Stacy? If we are going to break up publicly, we better work it out together."

"I'm here," Stacy said as she crept around the corner to face the GM and Orton.

"Ah, there she is Randy, ok, you two, think up something good quickly, because you only have an hour or so to pre-tape something if you're going to pre-tape that is. If you want the ring though, you'll have to talk to me so I can cut down on a couple of matches so you get time. You'll get about 10minutes in total to wrap everything up. And remember to incorporate the Undertaker's match with Randy, ok?" The Raw GM asked as if he was their father.

"Yes DAD," both Stacy and Randy say together rolling their eyes.

"Good, now hurry off, the time is counting down before the show starts."

(A/N: Gay I know, it SUCKS but I had to incorporate that somehow)

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After the show, 10.46pm, Raw car park.

The plan had worked perfectly; Randy and Stacy had pulled it off just as they had planned earlier. They were both smiling, and holding hands, approaching Stacy's car. Obviously she had forgiven him for everything that had happened a week earlier.

"Thanks for that Randy," she said smiling.

"No problem. It worked out well didn't it?"

"It worked out perfectly. Look, Randy, I feel really bad for everything I said and did last week, I was just really pissed at what the Undertaker had told me. I knew you weren't gay, or a fag, but something just came over me." She said, being totally unaware to the fact that he was gay and a fag now. She got on her tiptoes, and pecked Randy on the lips, trying to make it passionate, but Randy pushed away based on how he no longer wanted her to be his girlfriend.

"No, I can't. Stacy I have to tell you something. I am gay. I am in love with the Undertaker."

"What?" She said completely taken back. "You said you weren't last week! You lied to me again?"

"No, last week I was straight, this week, I'm not."

"You can change from straight to queer in a single week."

"I'm an exception!" He yelled defensively, "Look, I'll tell you everything that has happened, maybe then you'll understand..."

Randy told Stacy everything that had happened the two weeks with himself and the Undertaker. Sentence by sentence, Stacy's facial expression changed from fuming to pissed off, to annoyed, to pissed off again and then back to the original of just being fuming, like a parabola, a sad face parabola… or happy face parabola I suppose, depending on your point of view.

"You're saying the Undertaker kisses better than me?" She screeched offended.

"Um… pretty much," he wasn't going to lie to her; anyway, the truth doesn't hurt… well in this case it sure as hell does, but being male, he wasn't aware of that. (A/N: No offence to males, its just I felt compelled to put that!)

"Urgh! I hate you! I never want to see you again! Once again, you have ruined my week! Don't think that I won't make you pay!"

"Sorry… I think," Randy said as he shrugged off her comment, watching her start her engine and drive off into the distance. Last week all over again. "Déjà vu," he whispered.

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12th April, 2005, Undertaker's little house.

In a small, cream coloured room, a small T.V. was sitting on a set of draws showing the replay of last night's Monday Night Raw.

'I wonder how little Randy is doing now,' pondered the almost 7" phoneme, the legendary Undertaker as he watched the small monitor screening his love RKOing the tall blonde, Stacy Keibler. With the mixture of boos and cheers, Mark smiled, he knew Randy Orton was officially his now.

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13th April, 2005, 11.54pm, Randy Orton's Apartment.

"The end of day two. Still no action. So much for Stacy making me pay." Orton laughed, "It's not often that she waits to seize the perfect opportunity, she usually just pounces upon on whatever passes by. Hmm… obviously I've rubbed off on her," he nearly gagged at the thought. "Or maybe she's just forgotten about me and making me 'pay', wouldn't be the first –"

He was cut off at the sound of his mobile ringing. He reached over and picked it up, pressing the 'pick up' button.

"Hello?"

"Hi there Randy, just thought I'd call and see how you're doing,"

"Well that's a nice gesture isn't it? I don't think anyone has ever phoned me up just wanting to talk."

"I don't think I've ever phoned anyone up just wanting to talk, until I met you."

Both ends could feel a smile creep upon their faces.

"Thanks Mark, I mean, Undertaker, sorry! I always get that wrong." Randy said tapping his forehead trying to get that stuck into his head.

"You'll get it right eventually Randy… I hope."

Glancing at his watch, "Oh, Taker, I'd better go, it's getting rather late."

"Yeah, that's fine. But before you go, I have something to ask,"

"Sure, what is it?" Randy queried.

"Do you want to come the Smackdown tapping tomorrow night? We could do the contract signing if you want?"

"Oh, sure that would be great, where is it?"

"Where Raw was this week, I don't know why we are going to the same place though."

"Cool! I'll see you there."

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13th April, 2005, 11.59pm, Stacy Keibler's small unit.

"Hello? Yes, this is Stacy? Oh my God, we haven't spoken in ages. Yes. Oh, yeah, I do actually. No. Yes, that's the one. No, it's Orton, no, not Bob, its Randy I want you to –. Yeah, oh can do that for me? That would be great! So you'll hire Harry, and Harry will get the man we need to… Awesome. Could you try and get it done by tomorrow, Thursday at the latest? Ok, thanks a bunch, see you later!"

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14th April, 2005, 7.29pm, Smackdown pre-taping, GM Office.

"Thank you very much Teddy," Mark said as he firmly shook the Smackdown GM's hand.

"Not a problem, any time Taker."

The Undertaker smiled as he stepped outside into the hallway where the eager Randy Orton was waiting rather patiently.

"So? What's happening Taker, tell me!" Orton pleaded, "Am I on or not?"

"We're on; we have got 7minutes to do this contract signing." The Undertaker smiled at Randy's eagerness.

"Yes! Great, when are we on?"

"We are on not after this match, but the one after that."

"Great!" Orton was bouncing around now, he was so desperate to return to Smackdown, despite how much he enjoyed Raw being live, it just wasn't the same.

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14th April, 2005, 10.37pm, Pre-taping of Smackdown, backstage.

"Great work today Randy and Taker," Kurt Angle yelled at the two, "Wasn't expecting all that! What do you have installed for us next week? Your father Bob Orton Jr turning up?" laughed Angle.

"Yeah, your match together at Wrestlemania is going to be legendary," shouted Rey Mysterio.

"Hey? What are you doing here? This is off-limits to fans," Kurt informs a small, thin young man, no older than 19 that had just walked in.

The pale man didn't respond, instead, only looked around the room until his eyes fell on Randy.

"Kid? Didn't you here me? I said –" he suddenly lost his voice when the boy drew a small hand gun from his pocket. The boy was quivering in his shoes; he couldn't fire a gun could he? He slowly raised his arms, rapping them around the small hand gun.

"Get onto the floor, NOW!" The young man bellowed, his voice echoing around the room. All of a sudden the boy seemed serious and his voice was as stern as a brick. (A/N: Ok, I made that stern as a brick thing up, it still works) "Except for you," pointing at Orton.

"Don't touch him you little creep!" The Undertaker stepped forward to protect his love while trying to appear intimidating.

"Don't come near me!" The boy yelled firing the pistol.

The Undertaker collapsed onto the floor; slowly a small pool of blood was visibly forming from under the body.

"I'm not joking around here, so get down on the bloody floor!"

Slowly, all the wrestlers excluding Randy were descending onto the floor.

"Lean up against the wall Orton," the boy hissed at Randy, motioning towards the white, brick wall on the left side of the room.

Slowly, the Legend Killer moved towards the wall, passing the motionless Undertaker lying on the floor. 'Was he dead? No, he couldn't be'. Randy finally reached the wall where he leaned onto it facing the man. Gradually, tears began to form in his blue eyes; he had never been so scared in his life. He was going to be killed. Murdered.

The young man pulled down the little hammer of the gun, aiming it right at Orton's torso.

With one loud bang it was over.

Ha-ha, leaves you hanging

I was going to actually continue, but I thought the story needs some cliff hangers.

So hope you enjoyed this chapter

I know it was a bit jumpy moving from place to place, but hopefully you got the gist of it.

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