Chapter 06: Be My Escape by: Relient K
Here's the sixth chapter! Thanks to all those who reviewed and please keep your comments coming! Mwah! And by the way, in my story, Batista's not part of Evolution. He's better off as one of the good guys so yeah. Hehe!
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I've given up on giving up slowly
I'm blending in so you won't even know me
Apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet that you mention
Is my one last shot at redemption
Because I know to live you must give your life away
And I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there's no way in knowing where to go, promise I'm going
Because I gotta get outta here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you to be my escape
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"Hey guys," Stacy greeted shyly, tucking some hair behind her ear before sitting down beside the redheaded diva and the Canadian diva, who both happened to be inside the women's locker room, discussing the latest issues in the business.
"Hey, Stacy! What's up!" both divas acknowledged, smiling at the beautiful blonde.
"I need to talk to you both," she said, biting her lower lip in anxiety.
"Huh? Why?" Trish, her best friend, asked.
"I haven't been completely honest with you guys," Stacy finally uttered, avoiding the gazes of her two friends, who eyed her very curiously.
"What do you mean?" the redhead queried.
"I've been seeing someone," she told them, earning wide eyes and jaw-drops.
"Stacy, you little biatch! Who is he!" Trish asked; a huge grin on her face.
Stacy hesitated a bit, crunching her eyebrows in a worried expression. "I'm not so sure how you guys would take it—"
"Just spill it, Stace," Lita cut her off.
"Fine," Stacy sighed, before looking them straight in the eyes. "His name's Randy Orton."
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"Here is your winner and the new World Heavyweight Champion, Randy Orton!"
The crowd roared to their feet as the Legend Killer was crowned the youngest ever World Heavyweight Champion. The look on his face was priceless as he managed to stand up with the gold in his arms. He had done it. He had done what no other man could do.
Tears formed in his eyes as he blatantly held the belt up in the air for the whole world to see. After a long while of making the most out of his moment, Chris Benoit came back to the ring and shook his hand before telling him to, "Be a man." And to be a man, he was going to be. Because now that he was champion, he was everyone's target. He knew too well that most of these men who were now after him would go for his weaknesses. The gravest one of course, was his girlfriend inside the closet.
Backstage, a pair of watchful eyes smirked at him, snickering as he did so. "We'll see how long you'll have that title," he muttered to himself, "Especially now that I know who to target to get it."
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"He won! He won!" Stacy exclaimed, jumping up and down and clapping her hands.
Trish and Lita laughed at her, watching their friend jump high in glee. They understood very well why Randy and Stacy had to keep their relationship clandestine from everyone else. Sure, they were a little disappointed that she didn't tell them sooner. But seeing how happy Stacy was with him assured that they could trust Randy with her and that she would be fine.
"Why don't you go congratulate your boy toy?" Lita asked; a wide grin present on her face.
The smile on Stacy's face suddenly disappeared as she sighed. "I wish I could. But I'm sure Hunter's going to want to take him to a bar to celebrate his victory. Maybe we can celebrate later tonight," she shrugged.
"Oh really?" Trish teased with a cocked eyebrow.
"You guys! We only did it once!" Stacy said, showing off her index finger to emphasize her point. "And I don't think it's going to happen anytime soon. He respects me too much," she bragged, grinning at both Trish and Lita who just stuck their tongues out at her.
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"Congratulations! Way to go, champ! I think this calls for a celebration!" Hunter exclaimed, patting Randy in the back.
"Woooo!" Ric Flair agreed, congratulating Randy as well.
"I dunno, H," Randy hesitated. "I'm a little tired. Maybe we can celebrate tomorrow?" he suggested, massaging the back of his neck. "I just wanna go back to the hotel and rest."
"Oh sure! No problem! You go back to the hotel and rest now," the Game smiled, patting Randy's shoulder twice and watching him head to his locker room.
Of course, once he reached his locker room, he grabbed his bag and immediately took a shower before changing into a pair of Armani slacks and a black, Tommy Hilfiger polo. After making sure that his friends had left, he jogged towards a certain locker room where he knew his girlfriend would be.
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I'm giving up on doing this alone now
'Coz I've failed and I'm ready to be shown how
He's told me the way and I'm trying to get there
And this life sentence that I'm serving
I admit that I'm every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
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Knock, knock!
Lita stood up and brushed her pants before jogging towards the door. Upon opening it, a very handsome Randy Orton came into view. "Oh…hey," she greeted a little awkwardly.
Randy, while stuffinghis hands inside his pockets, greeted the redhead as well. "Ummm…hey," he said. "Do you happen to know if Stacy's in there?"
"Yeah, she is. Come on in," Lita offered, allowing Randy to enter their humble abode.
"Randy!" Stacy exclaimed the moment she saw him. Clad in a pink, flannel skirt from Kate Spade, a white tank top from Badgley Mishchka and the Jimmy Choo heels he had bought her, she jumped into his arms and gave him a hug. "Congratulations!" she said, kissing his cheek. "I'm so proud of you!"
Randy grinned like a little boy, pulling Stacy in for a quick kiss. "Thanks, sweetheart," he said, hugging her in his arms and never letting her go.
"I didn't know you were coming. I thought Hunter was going to take you out and celebrate."
Randy shrugged. "Well, he tried. But I lied and told him I was tired 'coz I wanted to be with you," he winked, giving her another kiss.
Stacy blushed before pulling him and introducing him formally to her friends. "You been treating her right?" the redheaded joked, cocking her eyebrow at Randy.
Randy did nothing but scoffed, sitting down on a couch and letting Stacy sit on his lap. "What do you think?"
"Good. 'Coz if you hurt her, you're going to have to face this," Trish good-naturedly threatened, holding her fist up.
Randy laughed, shaking his head. "There's no need for that."
After talking a little bit more, Randy and Stacy, with the help of Lita and Trish, snuck out of the arena and into Randy's Maserati Spyder two-seater convertible. Waving goodbye, the couple drove off to celebrate together.
"They loved you," the long-legged diva stated, smiling as she did so.
Randy chuckled while steering the wheel. "Don't they all?" he teased.
Stacy giggled, smacking him lightly as he drove to a quiet restaurant which was by the beach. Taking hold of her hand, he led herto a table for two and pulled a chair for her. Moments later, a waiter came and took both their orders down before eyeing the beautiful scenery of the beach.
"You know? Every time I'm with you, I feel like I'm escaping the real world," Randy told her, his hand never leaving hers.
Stacy's eyes shifted from the cool waves of the water to Randy's pools of blue eyes. "What do you mean?"
"In the real world, I have to pretend to hate you and be Hunter's protégé. People only see me as an arrogant arse who owes Triple H a great deal for making me something in this business. I have to pretend I don't even know you when I pass you down the corridors of the arena. I have to pretend I'm not in love with you when all I wanna do is smile and shout it out loud how much I do. I hate it that I have to be pretending," he admitted. "But in times like these, when I'm with you, it's like you're my escape. I end up living in a real life full of fantasy and perfection and I can't help but wanna be here forever."
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'Coz I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there's no way in knowing where to go, promise I'm going
Because I gotta get outta here
'Coz I'm afraid that this complacency is something I can't shake
I gotta get outta here
And I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging to be my escape
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"Randy, you can choose to be in this life forever," Stacy told him.
Randy sighed. "It's not that easy, Stace. It's more complicated than I thought."
Stacy nodded, understanding him. There were definitely risks involved, not just for Randy but for her as well. And she knew without a doubt that Randy wouldn't risk getting her hurt. "Whatever happens, Randy…I'll always be with you…" she told him, a small smile playing on her face as she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
Randy smiled back, pulling her hand and placing a kiss on top of it. "I love you, Stacy," he said before capturing her lips in his.
"I love you, too, Randy," she whispered back, the moment they pulled apart.
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I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self-detained and forced to live in this mess I've made
And all I'm asking is for you to do what you can with me
But I can't ask you to give what you already gave
'Coz I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there's no way in knowing where to go, promise I'm going
Because I've gotta get outta here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I've gotta get outta here
And I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you to be my escape
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She took off her shoes and placed them beside her bag on the sand. Together, they walked towards the beach but a mischievous glint from her eye told otherwise that she was up to something. Letting go of Randy's hand, she ran as fast as her legs could carry her, catching Randy off-guard.
"Stacy!" he exclaimed, running after her.
The beautiful blonde giggled, her feet playing with the waves. Once she reached knee-length of the water, she turned around and found Randy catching up with her and eyeing her with pure desire. He didn't care if his pants were getting soaked. All he wanted was to kiss his girlfriend then and there. Scooping her in his arms, he dipped her slowly and filled her mouth with his. Stacy kissed back with the same intense fervor, causing Randy to stumble and fall backwards into the water.
Stacy laughed at this, wrapping her hands tighter around Randy's neck as they both got wet. "Aw baby…you're gonna get sick now!" Randy complained, pulling themselves up. He protectively wrapped two arms around her and cradled her so as she won't get cold. "You wanna head back to the hotel?" he asked, watching as she nodded. Kissing her forehead, he then uttered, "Let's go."
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I fought you for so long
I should have let you in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were you
So were you
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The following night was a total blur as Randy replayed the events that took place. No longer was he a member of Evolution but was indebted to still have the gold. He remembered the betraying looks on Triple H and Ric Flair's faces as he was slammed down into the mat and was beaten into a bloody pulp.
Normally, it would've been okay. Sure, it was a little tragic but at least he wasn't labeled as Triple H's leech anymore. And with or without Evolution, he was still the champion. He won it in his own place at his own time, without their help. He made history and obviously made something in the business by himself. He was still the World Heavyweight Champion. Not because he was Triple H's protégé. Not because his mentor was Ric Flair. But because he was Randy Orton.
What really bothered him though was that before Triple H could leave the ring, he whispered something that alarmed Randy to a great extent. "If I were you, I'd be watching that girlfriend of yours as well."
That was enough to get Randy to panic as later that night, after he was all changed and cleaned up, he pulled Stacy out of the women's locker room and drove straight back to the hotel.
Sighing, Randy checked the digital clock. It was already 2:36 in the morning. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed, turning his head to look at his beautiful, sleeping girlfriend. She looked like an angel with her hair tousled and framing her face perfectly. She was curled up in a ball with one hand under her pillow and one hand under his. Her chest rose and dropped in a quiet, gentle manner as she suddenly stirred and shifted her position.
Randy frowned and got back in bed, right beside her. He cupped her cheek gently with one hand and placed a kiss on her forehead. He now knew she was in danger. And he had no idea what to do.