Sorry, I know I haven't updated in a while, but I've been really caught up in everything and it doesn't help that my brother is making my life a living hell. If you read one of the reviews, sent by 'claire' that was my brother being annoying (he confessed after I interrogated him)
Disclaimer: I own no one, except OC Characters but I don't have any in this story
And ITALICS are the characters' thoughts
Brief fill-in of what had occurred in between the last Flashback (from last chapter) and the current time the story is actually set in (which is set like a couple weeks/months ago in reality):
Wrestlemania had come and gone. Like the contract had said, the Undertaker had delivered the Tombstone Pile-driver and pinned Randy, 1, 2, 3 to pick up the victory. However, the match ended earlier than it was supposed to, but it didn't really make that much of a difference.
Near the end of the match, Orton's left shoulder had started to play up a bit making some wrestling moves more difficult to perform than others. After delivering an RKO close to the end of the match, the left shoulder was damaged, leading to the match unable to continue. As Randy covered Taker after the RKO, he whispered how his shoulder was playing up again. So in the two and a half long seconds, before Taker kicked out, the two came to the conclusion to end the match by cutting right to the end that was determined in the contract notes.
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Contract Notes:
Orton goes for the Undertaker's finisher move, Tombstone, Pile-Driver
Undertaker reverses it and delivers Tombstone, Pile-Driver successfully
Covers Orton to get the win
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The first Monday Night Raw after Wrestlemania XXI was a lot less hectic than it had been in the last couple weeks. With the 'ok' to wrestle from the WWE paramedics, Randy Orton was put in a match with Batista later that night. Thinking everything was alright and normal with his left shoulder, Orton and Batista decided that it would be the perfect target in the match for Batista since Randy had already done a promo claiming the only reason he lost to Taker was because of his shoulder, which, in retrospect, was kind of true. Unfortunately the WWE paramedics did a crap job during their check-up on Orton's shoulder so the match made everything a thousand times worse by ripping the bicep off the shoulder or something like that leading to him being forced to leave the WWE for 4 to 5 months. Now there weren't all negatives to this outcome, Undertaker and Randy spent a whole lot more time together, bring them closer and the WWE fans no longer had to put up with Mr Ego, lol.
Eventually, Randy Orton was drafted to Smackdown on June 16 which was a great surprise to Taker. Even though Randy had found out about it in one of his contracts, he decided not to tell Mark and give him a very late birthday surprise that was about three months late to be precise instead.
Through all the good and the bad that had occurred to the two, their bond was as good as ever. They felt like nothing could tear them apart, everything was perfect; but like the English proverb goes, nothing lasts forever.
END of Brief Fill-in
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No more Flashbacks. This is set just after the 1st Chapter which happens to be set just after the Casket Match between the two Ortons and the Undertaker at No Mercy.
"So Randy, what are you doing at Smackdown tonight, match-wise that is?" The Undertaker asked curiously, lying on top of Randy's specially designed, 100 per cent goose feathered bed.
"I don't think I'm having one, it doesn't mention one in my script. I'm pretty sure that I just have to go out, boasting about myself and going on about how dad and I killed the Undertaker and how if there's any true Phenom, it's me, or something like that. I'll have to look over it again later to make sure that is what I have to do."
"So does this mean we'll have another pay-per-view together?" Mark asked sounding slightly disappointed and dissatisfied that he's having another match with the Legend Killer.
"You sound disappointed, why's that? I thought you'd be thrilled that we can spend more time together in the ring," Orton said trying to hide the fact that he got hurt from Taker's comment.
"No, no, I'm happy we can spend more time together, it's just,"
"It's just what?" Randy asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.
"It's just, I want some variety, I mean, you're great and all, but this has been going on since before Wrestlemania which was 6 months ago, I need change" Taker replies trying not to offend Randy.
These words hit home hard. Orton felt as if he had just been stabbed in the back and it hurt. All his thoughts were swirling around his head.
My one true love had betray me, Taker had promised to treasure every moment we had together, and until now, I thought he was keeping his promise. I thought we were closer than ever before because we've stuck together through all of our ups and downs. But no, now he wants a variety. I'm not enough, he wants someone else; well I don't want to share my Mark around.
"Yeah, well if you feel that way so strongly, maybe we should see other people," Orton said coldly, fighting back his tears and blowing things way out of proportion – the Orton way.
"What? I thought we were happy together!" Mark stands up, off the bed. (A/N: I know this segment might seem slightly confusing, but live with it)
"Well I thought we were too, but that was until you said, and I quote, 'I want some variety'," Randy said trying to sounds as intelligent as possible.
"Idiot, you always blow things way out of proportion," Undertaker says, lightly slapping his hand across the back of Randy's head, "When I say I want some variety, I mean with opponents, I just think we should end our battle in the ring after the next pay-per-view, it could just be getting a little old and dull for the fans," Taker said, rapping one of his massive, fully tattooed arms around the side of the young Orton, trying to comfort him and put his wild imagination to rest. "And why would I want someone other than my little Orton," he said rubbing his hand on Randy's head, messing up his short, spiked hair.
"Hey do you know how long it takes me to do my hair?" He asked all serious and annoyed, "Do you have any idea how long it takes to make it perfect?" He asked again, racing to a mirror in the bathroom, fixing his hair up carefully.
"Sometimes I start to wonder whether you actually treasure your hair style more than our relationship," Taker whispered rudely, but not quite enough, leading to tensions slowly rising.
"Excuse me? It's not my fault I try to look my best unlike one of us!" Randy yells back, defensively as he walked out of the bathroom still fixing his hair up.
"Pfft, what ever Orton," Mark said rolling his eyes, "I don't think it should really matter what you look like 24 freaking hours a day."
"Neither do I!" Randy exclaimed.
"Well, you could have fooled me," he said, "You are always fixing you're hair up!"
"I don't fix my hair up while I'm asleep!" Orton yelled as he picked up his bag and headed for the front door.
"Where are you going?"
"Away. I'm not taking this crap. Not from you, not from anyone." He said as he slammed the front door closed.
Undertaker collapsed on Randy's bed. He had just watching his love walk out on him. Maybe not permanently, but the general fact that Orton had walked out shook him enough.
Damn it Randy, you have to do this to me don't you. Well, I can't go out there and apologize. I just can't cave into him like that. I have boundaries and if he crosses them, then he suffers. Not me. It's his fault, not mine. He needs to stop being so selfish.
With that final thought, Taker just stood up off the bed and turned on the T.V. waiting for Randy to burst in the door any second now to apologize for being so self-centered.
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"Away. I'm not taking this crap. Not from you, not from anyone." He said as he slammed the front door closed.
As soon as Randy had slammed the door shut, he dropped his head into his hands regretting everything he had just said and done, except when he fixed up his hair, he enjoyed checking himself out in the mirror.
I can't go back in and say I'm sorry to Mark. I just can't do that. I am not going to cave in to Taker like this. When he met me, he should have known that I'm not going to take crap and then apologize for my actions I did after. Anyway if he didn't ruffle up my hair in the 1st place and then accuse me for preferring my hair over him, we wouldn't be in this mess.
And with that, he chucked his bag over his shoulder and walked towards the elevator.
Randy had no idea where to go, maybe he could room with Dave (Batista) tonight, Oscar (Rey Mysterio) wouldn't mind. He pressed the level 4 button and felt the elevator drop down one storey as he stared at the floor in woe. When the elevator came to a halt, the metal doors slowly opened, facing the hotel hallway. Looking at the floor, Randy took a step forward, out of the elevator, running straight into someone else.
"Hey watch it. I may not be a big buff wrestler like yourself, but that doesn't give you to right to just run into me when ever you please."
"Well excuse me, who made you the King?" Orton asked snobbishly as he looked up to see who he had run into, CRAP! "Sorry Charley, I didn't realise it was you," he said sincerely as he looked down at the referee Charles Robinson (the blonde one). Randy and Charles had always been good friends, Randy was tempted to ask Teddy Long to make Charles his personal ref at points.
"Oh, Randy didn't know it was you either. But just because you are who you are doesn't mean you can just barge me out of the way," He replied smiling a toothy grin. "So what are you doing in the elevator in the middle of the night? I thought your room with the Undertaker was upstairs."
"Um, yeah it is; we had a fight though so I decided to stay the night with Dave and Oscar."
"Oscar is in Rey and Dave as in Dave Batista right? You should know I'm not very good with names."
"Yeah, it's those two. Hey, umm… what are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"
"Umm, it's kind of a long story."
"I'm in no hurry."
"Eh," Charles sighed in defeat, and reluctantly began the tale, "It's a bit like your story with Mark -"
"Please, call him the Undertaker or just Taker," Randy sincerely and polity asked.
"Why? Oh yeah, that's right, he doesn't like the name 'Mark', sorry about that."
"Don't worry about it, now go one with the story," Randy said, motioning his hands in circles telling him to get on with it.
"Oh yeah, well, Nick Patrick and I had little dispute, and he basically kicked me out."
"Great detail Charley," Randy said sarcastically with basically no tone in his voice.
"Yeah, well, I'm too tired to tell you in detail," he said pretending to yawn.
"What ever," Randy Orton started to walk to Batista's and Rey's room.
"Hey, instead of you waking Dave and Oscar up, you could always bunk with Nick, I'm sure he wouldn't mind. He's quite a legend killer fan actually!"
"Oh, would he let me?"
"I'd say so," Charles said as he walked into the elevator.
"Hey, could you go bunk with the Undertaker then, despite how I'm not very happy with him currently, I don't want him to spend the night alone."
"Yeah, ok, where's your room?"
"One level up, number…" He paused for a moment trying to remember, "227, I think that's right."
"I hope it is," Charles said as the elevator doors closed, taking the referee to the 5th level.
Randy Orton slowly passed each door, looking for Batista and Rey's door number. He knew that once he found that, he could find Nick's and Charles's room because their room was directly opposite it.
Ah, here it is, so that means Charley's room is here. Slowly he turned around to find Nick's and Charles's hotel room. Randy raised his hand and gently knocked on the wooden door.
At that exact same time, Charles knocked on Undertaker and Randy's room.
Ah, there he is, I knew Randy would come crawling back. Taker sat up, and walked over to the door, he swung it open, frightening Charles, "What? You're not Randy."
"No I'm not. Good observation skills Taker," swiftly replied Charles as he patted Mark on the shoulder and walked in. "Pretty sweet place you got here, mine's half the size. But then you wrestlers probably get more privileges than us refs when it comes to hotel rooms."
"Um, why are you here?" Taker asked feeling rather confused.
"Randy sent me," He replied simply as he looked around the room until his eyes landed on the beds, "Oh! Bags this one here! This bed is so mine," Charles yelled as he ran over the Undertaker's bed and jumped on top of it.
"Hey, that's mine! Get off!" Undertakers said sounding a bit pissed off.
"Ha-ha, it's mine now, I bagsed it, it's mine!"
"Jesus Christ! Get the bloody hell off my bed!" He roared at the WWE Official.
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Ah, here it is, so that means Charley's room is here. Slowly he turned around to find Nick and Charles's hotel room. Randy raised his hand and gently knocked on the wooden door.
"Charles, you little dog, I knew you'd come crawling back. Hey? Randy Orton? What are you doing here? Wait, let me guess, Charles sent you here."
"Umm, yeah, well you see Taker and I had a little argument so I kind of stormed out of the room. I was going to bunk with Rey and Dave but I ran into Charley on the way and he told me to bunk with you so I won't have to wake anyone one up."
"Oh," the ref said sounding rather surprised. He was obviously expecting a very different answer to what he got.
"If you don't want me stay here though, that's fine."
"No, no please stay, it'll be a nice change from Charley," Nick said happily, opening the door, giving Randy the hint to come on in.
Randy stepped into the referees' hotel room and carefully yet silently examined the room. What the hell? This is a hotel room? It's half the size of mine and Taker's. Where's the T.V.? Oh God, I don't like the looks of this! Oh my Lord! It's a box, there's only one door which must be the bathroom! Where are the beds? "Umm, nice room Nick," Randy said as he put on a face smile to please the ref.
"What planet are you living on? I know it's a dump, no need to lie to make me feel better about the place, but it's just what us refs get," Nick said, smiling sweetly at Randy.
Whoa! This is weird, he's smiling at me and I'm getting the same fuzzy inside feeling I get when Taker smiles at me! I'm not falling for this guy am I? No, of course I'm not, I'm in love with Taker, nobody else. Am I Right?
He didn't know the answer to his question. He wanted to say that he was right. He wanted to say the only person he had eyes for was Taker, but he wasn't sure.
Wow, Randy has beautiful eyes. No! I am not a gay or bisexual… I don't think. I hope I'm not, but at the same time…
Nick Patrick was staring into Randy's blue eyes. He almost felt fireworks in the background go off when they gazed into them. Patrick couldn't help but feel a small smile creep along his face, which led to Randy returning the smile. Soon, they were both looking deeply into each others' eyes, smiling and asking the same question over and over in their heads and answering the question with the same answer every time.
Am I falling for him? No, I can't be, I mustn't be.
After staring at each other for ten straight minutes, Randy finally broke contact with Nick's eyes.
"Hey, umm, I don't want this to sound rude or anything, but where exactly am I sleeping for the night?" The Legend Killer asked curiously, looking around the room for a possible sleeping location.
"Well, I suppose you get Charles's bed. Lucky you," the WWE Official said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. This just made Randy laugh.
"Yeah, lucky me," he smiled, rolling his eyes too. "So where exactly is that?" Randy asked, still scanning the room for Charles's bed, making Nick Patrick laugh. "What's so funny?"
"It is just amusing how you are looking around the room for a bed."
"You're telling me we have to sleep on the floor? What kind of crap hotel is this?"
Nick just looked at Randy's facial expression (that contained elements of shock, horror, annoyance, anger and a mixture of others) and just cracked up, laughing uncontrollably. "Your face at this moment is priceless," he blurted out between his gasps for air and his uncontrollable laughter, while attempting to mimic Orton's facial expression before he collapsed on the floor holding his sides, still laughing.
"Nick!" Randy exclaimed nervously as he approached the man who was unable to control his laughed and was rolling on the floor.
"Ok, ok, I'm fine," Nick gasped as he pulled himself up Randy's arm.
"So wear are we sleeping?" Randy asked again.
"In beds, duh."
"But where are they? I don't see any!" Randy said, examining the room one last time for any signs of a bed. "Wait." Something had caught Randy's eye. A crack in the wall, but not any type of crack, it was a man made crack that was the shape of a door. Now that he looked closer, he discovered two of them, side by side.
Nick Patrick noticed Randy looking at wall. "Pull out beds," he said simply.
"What?"
"Like from the 60's. The beds that are pulled out from the wall," he said walking over to them. "Here watch me." Patrick reached up and grabbed a rather large hole in the wall. He pulled it towards him self and slowly a bed began to appear from the wall. "Obviously they haven't given this room a proper modern update."
After watching Nick, Randy reached up and pulled his bed down too. He ripped off the sheets and jumped onto the bed, hearing the bed springs groan underneath him as his body weight hit them. He watched Nick climb into his own bed and pull up the covers.
"Night Randy," Nick said as he flicked off the light switch that was next to his bed, allowing the room to be engulfed with darkness.
Slowly the Legend Killer leaned backwards into his bed for the night, listening to the springs moan as his he lay back and felt them poke into his back. This is going to be a fun night. Rolling his eyes, Randy slowly rolled over to his side, getting into the right position for his night's sleep.
"Night Nick," Randy replied not expecting to hear anything except for more creeks from the bed springs. At least morning will be soon and then I'll be able to sort things out with Taker. He told himself optimistically before closing his eyes, allowing his mind to enter a state of deep slumber.
Chapter 9 done. 8 pages long.
That's not too bad, right?
I didn't really check over it, I couldn't be bothered.
Hopefully it all makes sense, if it doesn't, send me an email and I'll try to explain it.