Chapter 7

"Attention all passengers, this is the final boarding call for flight 401, to Ontario Canada."

She continued to look at me waiting for a response. I wanted to say something I begged my mouth to start talking but I was frozen. 'Had she just said that she loved me?' I was so focused on her that I didn't even see the flight attendant walk up to where we were standing.

"Excuse me, Mr. Orton, Miss Keblier. I am a huge fan." She said. I didn't break eye contact with Stacy.

"Thanks," I said. "Will you excuse us please?" I must be going soft, because there was a softness in my voice that I didn't recognize.

"Well, I would Mr. Orton, but you are standing in the terminal and we either need you and Miss Keblier to get on the plane or get out of the hallway." This time I looked at her.

I couldn't believe what I was about to say. But it hit me like a ton of bricks. I loved her more than I loved myself. "Stacy, forget what you just said." I could see the look of hurt confusion, cross her face. I was also aware of the panicked flight attendant that was still standing beside of us. I wanted to save her pride. "Get on the plane and take your seat next to Dave. You deserve him, not me. I will make your choice simple. Dave is the better choice. Pretend that the last 24hours never happened." A tear slipped down her check, I exceeded my hand to wipe it but thought it best not to. I didn't want to lose my nerve now. With that I turned and walked down the hall into the airplane. I didn't turn around to see her face or the frantic flight attendant that witnessed it. I barely remember taking my seat next to Paul on the plane. I barely remember Dave saying, "Look what the cat dragged in." I barely remember, Stacy taking her seat beside of Dave. I barely remember the announcement that we were taking off. But I was sure that I would always remember her eyes and that damned tear.

Two scotch's later and watching Dave continue fuss over the fact that Stacy seemed upset about something only worsened my mood, so when Paul very discretely, reminded me of the deal that had transpired the night before I politely told him to go to hell and take the title with him. He seemed pissed about it but I just didn't care. My intoxicated mind wondered to Carrie. I couldn't help but wonder who she was. She had acted so confident that she would see me again. Unfortunately my thoughts were interrupted by Stacy and Dave.

I just stared at them. I hated the way that he looked at her, the way that he took her hand, the way he whispered comforting words in her ear. I laughed to my self, 'If you only knew Dave my friend, I don't think you would be so understanding.' My self made jealousy was about to eat me alive.

I just can't look it's killing me

Their taking control

Jealousy turning saints into the sea

Singing your sick lullabies

Chocking on your alibis

I suffered through the compact plane ride and somewhat felt as if I had been let out of my own personal hell when the plane landed. After 2 more scotches I was more intoxicated than I had planned and was feeling a little to invincible. Once again my feeble mind had failed me. We had a press conference.

I tried desperately to sober myself up by taking a cold shower and drinking a half a pot of coffee at the hotel, but failed miserably. Never the less, I found myself sitting in a crowded room with the rest of the superstars along with members of the press, for the press conference to promote Summer Slam. Just hoping that no one would ask me any questions because it was hard to tell what I would say being in the intoxicated state that I had found myself.

Vince got up and gave some statement about Summer Slam and how it was going to be one of the most interesting PPV in WWE all year. Then he told the press they could have free reign. The first reporter that managed to get in a question was a short, skinny Chinese lady with black framed glasses in her mid forties.

"My question is for Randy Orton..." She said. 'Oh great here it comes.' I thought, begging my mind to clear up. I wanted to throw my microphone at her but instead I sweetly smiled as to tell her to proceed with the question.

"Mr. Orton, If you win the World Heavy Weight Championship at Summer Slam, what impact do you think that it will have on Evolution?" She said.

"It will put Evolution back on top where we should be." I said thinking that was a very Paul like answer. Relieved that the question was not that difficult.

"Okay specifically, will this cause tension in the group? Especially with Triple H?" She said again. 'Shouldn't they be limited to one question or something?" I thought

"Why would it?" I said.

"I think that I can answer that...What is your name?" Paul intervened and gave the reporter a friendly smile. Part of me was thankful and part of me knew that he was about to say something to piss me off.

"Mindy," she said looking over joyed that the great 'Triple H smiled at her.

"Well you see 'Mindy' young Orton and I were actually discussing this last night. We have come to the conclusion that, Randy, to ensure that Evolution walked out of Summer Slam with the World Heavy Weight Championship has decided to give the match to me..." There were gasps all over the room. I glanced at Dave and Stacy holding hands and that was my first mistake. I knew about the deal that we made the previous night and I knew the threat that Paul had made. But in my intoxicated state with all the gasps in the room I decided to change my mind.

"Excuse me Hunter," I stood up.

But it's just the price I pay,

Destiny is calling me,

Open up my eager eyes

I'm Mister Brightside

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