Chapter 07: All That I've Got by: The Used
A/N: Hey guys! I really hope you're enjoying this story so far. Please don't forget to tell me what you think by reviewing. It really helps me out. Anyway, thanks so, so much! Also, a lot of you have been asking what happened to my other story, Marooned. Sorry if I deleted it. I just think that I didn't do my best in that story so yeah. I really amsorry. Just tell me if you guyswant it back.Here's chapter seven.
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"Randy, you're such a sweetheart! I'm really loving this CD!" Stacy exclaimed after the track was finished. "You really put a lot of effort in this, didn't you?"
Randy grinned. "I'm glad you like it, baby. But come on, we gotta go eat breakfast first. We'll continue listening to the CD later," he said, leading his wife down to the kitchen where he cooked her a hearty meal of French toast and cheese omelet.
After finishing their food, they raced each other to the master's bedroom where Stacy had won, all because Randy had let her. "Come on, Randy! I wanna hear the next song!" she said, eagerly kneeling on the bed and jumping up and down.
Randy snickered, shaking his head before playing the stereo. After hearing the first few plucks of the guitar, Stacy made a loud shriek. "I love this song!"
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So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me
Off guard, red handed
Now I'm far from lonely
Asleep I still see you lying next to me
So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I
I need something else
Would someone please just give me
Hit me, knock me out
And let me go back to sleep
I can laugh
All I want inside I still am empty
So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I
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Sun blazed through the windows of the hotel room as Stacy immediately got up and glared. With a huff, she walked over and slammed the curtains shut before lying down next to Randy who was still peacefully asleep. She noticed the cut in his head was beginning to bruise, thanks to the non-stop punches Triple H and Ric Flair gave. Sighing, she gently stroked the wound before giving it a kiss. "You'll be fine, Randy. I love you," she whispered before going back to sleep.
Not long, Randy woke up and found Stacy still sleeping. Slowly, he got up and headed towards the bathroom to take a shower and change. When he emerged, she was already awake, watching an episode of Smallville.
"Hey," Randy greeted, walking up to her and giving her a kiss.
"How are you feeling?" she asked; her voice full of concern.
"I'll live," Randy grinned, taking a seat beside on her on the edge of the bed.
"So the company's throwing you a party tonight…are you gonna go?" Stacy asked although she knew the answer already.
"Hell yeah, I'm gonna go! I'm the guest of honor!" he announced, making Stacy roll her eyes in amusement. "You'll be my date, right?" he suddenly asked, making sure that Stacy would go with him.
"Well who else would be your date?" came Stacy's sarcastic reply.
Randy pretending to think, placing his thumb and index fingers on his chin. "I dunno, maybe I could take Torrie, Trish or Lita?" he suggested, earning a hard wack from the slender diva. He laughed before placing a kiss on her forehead. "You know you're my one and only, Stace."
"I better be," she threatened, sticking her tongue out. "But wait, you do know that if we go together, people will find out, right?"
"So?" Randy replied. "That's what you've always wanted, right?"
"Aren't you worried Triple H and Ric Flair will find out?"
Immediately, Randy's jaw stayed firm. His eyes stared at Stacy for the longest time before he finally answered, "They already know."
Stacy's eyes widened a bit. "They do? How?"
"I dunno. Somehow Hunter found out…and he's not too happy about it."
Stacy sighed. "Randy, it's okay. You don't have to worry about it. I—"
"Not worry about it! Stacy, I'm going to kill myself if anything happens to you! I can't let them lay a finger on you!" Randy suddenly bellowed, standing up and pacing the room.
"You don't have to protect me if you don't want to, Randy! You have to protect yourself, too!" the diva exclaimed, her eyes brimming with tears at the sound of Randy's voice.
The moment he realized he had raised his voice at her, he immediately regretted it. Kneeling in front of her, he cupped her face gently. "I can protect myself as well as I can protect you, Stace. Don't get me wrong. I want to protect you. I'd put my life on the line just so I could."
"Don't say that, Randy."
"No, listen. I don't want you to worry about anything. I was stupid to fall into their trap. But I know better now. I won't fall for any of their schemes again. And I can't let you get hurt. You mean too much to me," he whispered, placing his soft lips on hers and kissing her gently. "I love you too much, Stacy," he breathed out, kissing her again.
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I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got
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The bar Vince rented was decked with superstars from both Smackdown and Raw to celebrate Randy's victory, as well as the success of the Summerslam pay-per-view. All around, superstars were found drinking and dancing the night away; dressed in nothing but riches.
From a corner, you could find Trish, dressed in a satin dress from Marc Jacobs, adorned with pearls as she heavily flirted with the sizzling John Cena. Not too far was Torrie Wilson in a red Fred Segal, already tipsy and making out with her husband. On the other side was Lita, clad in a Galliano cocktail dress, having a nice chat with Matt Hardy.
The party was a fun one, as always. Triple H and Ric Flair sat on the VIP seats located at the second floor, watching everyone below as a few girls sat on their laps and kept them well-entertained. With the music playing nothing but trance and house, their eyes landed on a couple who had just arrived.
Randy Orton had one protective arm around Stacy Keibler's waist as they entered the bar. He was clad in a very expensive VanHeusen suit and a pair of black, leather shoes from Pierre Hardy. Stacy, meanwhile, wore a pleated, black, tube dress with rhinestones from Dolce Y Gabbana and a pair of black Manolos. She had her hair down in soft, wavy curls and on her face was nothing but a shimmering color of eye shadow, some blush and lip gloss.
All around them, people stared, either in shock, envy or awe. Who knew that Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler would make the perfect couple?
From the second floor, Hunter nudged Ric in the side. "Check it out," he said, gesturing towards the star-studded couple before snickering. "Guess they're going public now."
"Stacy!" Trish greeted, once she caught sight of the beautiful, long-legged blonde. She hugged the taller diva, who was aware that her best friend smelled like stale alcohol.
"Bad girl, Trish," she teased her friend. "Come on. I'll come with you to the bathroom to clean yourself up," she offered, giving Randy a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the ladies' room.
"That's a nice piece of ass you've got there, Orton," came Chris Jericho's voice, winking at the young brunette.
Randy laughed, giving Chris a high-five. "Shut up, man. Don't talk about my girl like that."
"How long have you guys been dating?" the native Canadian asked.
Randy shrugged. "It's more complicated than that."
"What do you mean?"
"I was sort of dating her already and I didn't even know it, until last month."
Chris laughed. "How long has this been going on?"
"A little less than three months? I think?"
Again, the Canadian laughed. "Do you love her?"
Hearing this question, Randy could only smile. "More than anything else in this world."
After talking a bit more with Chris, Randy headed towards the bathrooms and waited for Trish and Stacy to emerge. Once they did, Stacy made sure Trish was okay enough to be left with John before heading to the bar with Randy.
"Baby? What do you want?" Randy asked, motioning for a bartender.
"I'll have a Zombie," Stacy said, eyeing the crowd and found Chris Masters staring at her; a huge smirk on his face. She inwardly shuddered, turning her gaze back at Randy, who held out her drink for her.
"You okay, babe?" he asked, wondering why she was so tensed all of a sudden.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she waved it off, taking her drink and sipping from it. She turned around and leaned into Randy, who watched her every movement. He took her in his arms and lightly swayed against the music. Nibbling on her ear gently, he heard her giggle.
"Wanna dance, babe?"
Stacy grinned, nodding her head before letting Randy lead her to the dance floor. Everywhere, people stared, watching them as they laughed and flirted with each other.
"They look so cute!" "They're so adorable!" "I wish I had a girlfriend like that," "I wish I had a boyfriend like that," "Aren't they just sweet?" "Oh they're perfect for each other," were just some of the statements heard from the crowd.
"Stop it, Randy! That tickles!" Stacy giggled, swatting Randy's hand off her waist.
"What? I'm just holding it!" Randy snickered, placing his hand back on Stacy's waist and making sure to tickle her.
"You're doing it again!" Stacy laughed, sticking her tongue out at Randy as he chuckled and pulled her closer.
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"You thinking what I'm thinking, Ric?" the notorious Triple H asked, a sick grin displayed on his gruesome face.
The Nature Boy continued to watch the couple showing their affections for each other in the dance floor, completely unaware of him and his friend observing them closely. "What do you want to do, H?" the 16-time champion spoke.
And so, Triple H began discussing what he planned to do, which was to trick Randy and all, the following week.
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I guess, I remember every glance you shot me
Unharmed, I'm losing weight and some body heat
I squoze so hard
I stopped your heart from beating
So deep that I didn't even scream fuck me, I
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Stacy hiccupped and giggled at nothing in particular. Holding the small of her back was Randy, guiding her towards a bar stool. "How much did you drink, babe?" he asked, raising his eyebrow and fighting the urge to snicker. His arms were placed on either side of her, like an arm rest, holding on to the table behind her, so as not to let her fall out of her high chair. He was leaning close, their foreheads touching, as Stacy grinned like a little girl.
"Just three glasses."
"That's the last time you're doing that, you hear me?"
Stacy nodded before hiccupping again.
"Come on, let's get you home," he said, about to help her down the stool when suddenly, a voice from behind acknowledged him.
"Well, well, well…if isn't Orton," came a familiar, husky voice.
"What do you want, H?" Randy asked, turning around and standing tall, keeping Stacy out of harm's way.
"Nothing, man!" Triple H shrugged. "Just wanted to say hi to Stacy," he said. "Hi, Stace!" he greeted in a mocking tone, waving at the diva, who ducked behind Randy and just kept quiet.
"Leave her alone, man," Randy defended, his eyebrows now meeting as he raised his head in pride.
Triple H had to chuckle at this. "What are you gonna do about it, huh?"
"Look, if you wanna handle this, let's take it out in the ring next week," Randy uttered as calmly as possible.
The Game shrugged, "Sounds good to me," and with that, he walked out of the bar with Ric Flair and their girls in tow.
Randy sighed, turning around to face Stacy. "You okay, doll?"
The grin on Stacy's innocent face returned. "Can we go home now?" she asked, holding both his hands.
"Whatever you want, princess," Randy said, kissing both her hands before heading out the bar and returning to the hotel.
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I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got
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"Randy, you're unbelievable!" Stacy exclaimed in a very bewildered state the moment her boyfriend, the Legend Killer, reached their locker room. It was another Monday Night RAW, exactly a week after Triple H and Ric Flair beat Randy after he won against Chris Benoit.
She had watched the whole segment take place and she couldn't believe Randy had the gall to spit in Triple H's face, after he attempted to recruit him back in Evolution, as long as he handed him his belt. Ha! Like he'd actually do that. "In his dreams," the Legend Killer thought.
Randy, who was still dressed in just a pair of khaki pants, laughed it off, shaking his head as he sat down on a couch, allowing Stacy to sit in his lap. "You know? Hunter's gonna want to kill you now," she pointed out although she, too, found it funny.
"I couldn't help it! The guy's a complete asshole!" Randy interjected, raising his hands up to shrug in defense.
Stacy giggled, giving him a quick kiss before nuzzling into his bare chest.
Not long, Randy was now found arguing with Eric Bischoff who couldn't stand what he just did. He gave him a very long sermon that no one was to treat Triple H like that but Randy Orton, as expected, kept his ears closed. After dropping the sledgehammer on his $100 dollar loafers, Eric immediately sent him out of the building, being escorted by some guards.
"Wait," he suddenly remembered, coming to a halt. "I forgot my girlfriend in my locker room. I'll be right back with you boys," he winked at the guards, who surveyed him as he walked towards his locker room to fetch Stacy.
"Stace!" he exclaimed, shutting the door close and running over towards the diva. "Bischoff wants me out of the arena. You have to help me come up with a plan!" he said, watching as the beautiful blonde smirked at him.
"I told you so. You shouldn't have done it," she shrugged.
"Oh please. I just did the whole world a favor. Now please help me?" he begged, giving her his cutest puppy-eyed look.
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"Now you're gonna get the guy really angry," the long-legged diva stated once the show was over. "You don't go interrupting Triple H's match like that…especially if you're with a sledgehammer."
Randy shrugged, backing his car up with one hand; the other, draped around Stacy's seat. "That's the point. I had a sledgehammer."
Stacy sighed at Randy's stubbornness. "Sometimes, I dunno whether to praise you or to insult you."
"I think the first one would be just fine," Randy grinned, winking at her.
"You're unbelievable," Stacy rolled her eyes in amusement.
"No. I'm Randy Orton."
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I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got
And it's all that I've got
Yeah, it's all that I've got
It's all that I've got
It's all that I've got
It's all that I've got!
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His face contorted in frustration and grief, his limp form stomping around the empty halls of the arena. "Shit," he hissed, punching a wooden board leaning against the wall. He looked around and found a monoblock chair, suddenly grabbing it and throwing it all the way to the other side of the corridor. He almost yelled in aggravation, stalking his way back to the locker room.
He was upset. No, he was more than upset. He was angry. He was furious!
He had just lost his World Heavyweight Championship Belt to none other than Hunter Hearst Helmsley.
Throwing his locker room door open, he found Stacy jump up in surprise. She was wearing a cute, little Gucci skirt and an aqua top from Ralph Lauren. Her hair was left down in soft waves and she was wearing nothing but strawberry lip gloss on her perfectly luscious lips.
His growl instantly softened as he saw her hazel eyes pout like a little dog. "Are you okay?" she asked; her voice barely heard.
He sighed, sitting down on the nearest bench and placing his head on his hands. "I lost it, Stace. I can't believe I lost it. And to him, of all people," he uttered in a barely audible voice. Stacy slowly ambled towards him and placed a hand on his perspiring back.
"I know how much that belt means to you, Randy. But think of it this way, you can always get it back, right?" she assured him, bending down to his eye level.
"I know. But I'll be putting you in more danger. I can't do that," Randy said, shaking his head fervently to emphasize his point.
Stacy sighed disapprovingly. "Do we have to go there again? Come on, Randy. You know better than that," she said, cupping his face gently.
Randy looked down and avoided his gaze. "You don't understand, Stacy…"
"What don't I understand?" the diva asked curiously.
Taking both her arms, he pulled her closer. "I can't bear to lose you now when I've lost everything else I ever had," he whispered, "Stace, you're all that I've got," and with that, he captured her lips and sealed the tender moment with a perfect kiss.
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So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me
So deep that I didn't even scream fuck me
I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got
I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got
And it's all that I've got
Yeah, it's all that I've got
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Alright! That's the seventh chapter! Woohoo! That was quite long. Anyway, hope you guys review and let me know your comments and suggestions! I'd love to hear you guys out. Until the next chapter, adios y gracias!