Chapter-8
But it's just the price I pay,
Destiny is calling me,
Open up my eager eyes
I'm Mister Brightside
"Excuse me Hunter," I stood up maybe a little too quickly. My head started spinning and I thought for sure that I was going to fall right back down into my chair. But then I looked at Stacy. Her big hazel eyes, and the hope that somehow still found it's way to the surface stabilized me and I had the strength to stand. "I will take it from here. Ladies and Gentlemen, you see, Triple H and I previously discussed this possibility. But the 'Legend Killer' has decided that it will be my pleasure to kill another legend. So as I am very appreciate of Hunter's concern and most generous offer, I will not be accepting it. This is my destiny." I smirked as camera flashes started going off. I looked at Paul whom I thought could kill me, and then I laughed. I looked over to where Stacy and Dave were sitting, I caught her eyes again, this time she smiled and dare I say almost looked proud of me. I am not sure how, but somehow I knew that we were okay at least for this moment.
After the press conference I started back to my room trying to avoid Paul. No such luck. He pulled me into a deserted room that resembled an office with a desk and 3 chairs. And started talking and I was doing a great job of looking bored and annoyed with him as I leaned against the desk in middle of the room. "What the hell did you just pull out there Orton? I swear I will tell Dave about you and his little slut." Until he called Stacy a slut, I rose from the desk where I had been stabilizing myself and grabbed him by the top of his shirt. My intoxication was beginning to wear off but I was still feeling invincible. I am not sure why I took up for her like I did especially when it was just Paul and I knew how he was trying to dance all over the one nerve I was desperately trying to save.
"Paul don't you ever call her that again, you bastard. Or I swear I will make you regret the day that you laid eyes on me. And yes that is a threat and a promise." I said, I shocked myself by how force full that I had sounded for a split second I almost saw respect flash in his eyes. But it was only for a second and in the end, Paul was strong and managed to get out of my grasp.
"Be rest assured Orton, Dave will be told about this soon you just go ahead and bask in the sunlight of Summer Slam. But there are consequences to this little stunt today that you will pay for dearly. And believe me that is a 'threat and a promise' too." With that he shoved me hard against the desk causing a stack of papers to go flying across the room. Paul looked back at me one last time with his beady vindictive eyes, and then slammed the door. I picked up the papers and laid them back on the desk and then decided to exit the small room myself. As I closed the door behind me I found myself back in the hallway of the hotel. Members of the press and other superstars were still filtering out in the hall from the press conference. I spotted Dave and of course he was attached to Stacy. Dave removed the shinny-lensed sunglasses that he had been wearing and gave me a huge smile.
"Good job kid," he said I knew he was referring to my outburst in the press conference. I just smirked.
"Pissing Paul off has been my forte today," I smiled. It was almost genuine especially when I locked eyes with her. Then she did something that shocked me as well as I think Dave. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me into a hug. I looked stunned and Dave laughed which surprised me due to the shocked look on his face at first. Then she whispered too low for Dave to hear.
"I am so proud of you Randy, come what may." I knew what she meant. I hugged her back and whether it was the slight intoxication that still was pumping through my blood or just being happy with the snap decision that I made. I allowed my self to feel her presents. I welcomed the butterflies and smiled. I was the first to pull away though, I mean after all Dave was still standing there. She just looked at me and smiled.
"Hey, hey now if I didn't know better I would think that my girlfriend had a crush on a certain 'Legend Killer'." Dave smiled and took her hand. I laughed and thought to myself 'if you only knew.' Dave looked perplexed which only increased my amusement.
"Why do I feel like I have been left out of an inside joke?" He said which caused Stacy to laugh. Then Dave laughed, "Oh hell if you can't beat them join them." I laughed but my thoughts took over. This maybe one of the last friendly moments that Dave and I share. I started to regret my decision and started to feel horribly selfish. I decided to excuse myself to go up to my room to change out the suit that I had chosen for the press conference.
I walked down the long hallway with tremendous guilt looming over my head. I have no idea what's gotten into me. I used to be ruthless. I didn't care about really anyone but me. Now all I can think about is Stacy and Dave. As soon as Paul gets his chance he is going to tell Dave about Stacy and my indiscretion. Dave will be hurt, not only because a woman who he finally has given his heart to betrayed him, but that she betrayed him with me, someone that he considered as close as a brother. Stacy said it herself: She loved Dave. He will have such a hard time forgiving her but I knew that he probably would never forgive me.
All of the members of Evolution had given me something different. Ric had tried to instill some of his knowledge of the business with in me to teach me to use my head; Paul had been the one to challenge me to my full potential always pushing me harder and farther than I thought that I could go, grooming me to be great; But it was Dave who stuck out the most, he had been the one to almost, dare I say, protect me. Even sometimes from myself. I needed to talk to Stacy. I knew what I had to do. It wasn't Paul's place to tell Dave. It was mine. I had been so consumed in my thoughts that I had barley seen anything in my path when I ran into something with a hard 'thud.'
"Watch it…" I started then I saw what or better whom I had run into. Standing in fount of me was a woman in her mid thirties with long brown hair that was fairly attractive with a thin gold wedding ring on her slender fingerer but this time she had tears in her eyes that was overshadowing her witty charm. "Carrie?"
Hey everyone ...thanks for tuning in for chapter 8 ...I think this one is a short also but the next chapter will be longer...Thanks for all the reviews, it helps keep me going ... :)