The Soundtrack Chapter 8: Crazy for This Girl, a wrestling fanfic

Chapter 08: Crazy for This Girl by: Evan and Jarron

A/N: I hope you guys are still loving this! Here's the eight installment! And I'm a little busy right now but I promise that when I find the time, the first thing I'll do is to repost an even better story of Marooned. Ciao!

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"Damn, I'd kill to be champion again," Randy said, eyeing his wife who was lying in bed beside him.

"You'll always be a champion in my book," Stacy teasingly assured.

Randy gave her a stern look. "Don't try to be corny."

She giggled slightly. "I'm just playing. So when are the sad songs coming up?" she asked him.

"Why do you wanna listen to the sad songs anyway?" Randy answered, raising an eyebrow.

"'Coz that's where the real drama begins," Stacy pointed out, grinning.

Randy frowned. "I don't think I wanna remember all that drama."

"Oh, I know," Stacy waved off. "But you did add those memories in the CD right?"

"As much as I didn't want to, I had to."

Again, she giggled. "Can't wait for that. So what's the next song?"

"Oh you'll love it," Randy winked, pressing a kiss to her lips.

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She rolls the window down

And she talks over the sound

Of the cars that pass us by

I don't know why

But she's changed my life

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Christy Hemme had just finished strutting her stuff around the ring, clad in a very sexy pair of red lingerie. It was the night that Randy Orton played General Manager and had announced that he was going to pull the very first Lingerie Fashion Show in Raw, to thank all the fans for their continuous support.

The audience roared and wentwild when they realized who the next and last one was to perform and model around as Randy loosened his collar.

"Only one left, folks," JR eagerly stated.

"Let's see how those Baltimore girls do it, Stacy Keibler!" Randy proudly announced his girlfriend to the world, at the same time, the seductive sounds of the show blared throughout the arena.

Stacy slowly made her way to the center of the ring, winking at Randy as she did so. First, she took off her gold belt, handing it over to him. "Oh please, not the belt," everyone heard JR say. Once the belt was undone, she tried to undo her short, black skirt but found the zipper stuck at the top so she seductivelywalked over to Randy and asked him for help. After slowly unzipping it, Stacy pulled her skirt off and placed it around Randy's neck. The fans were literally screaming their lungs out once the long-legged diva began unbuttoning her yellow blouse, revealing a cute, black bra with rhinestones. Wrapping the garment around Randy's neck again, she gave him a quick kiss before modeling around the ring for the audience. With one final wave, Stacy made her way back to her spot beside Christy.

Taking the microphone, Randy spoke, "I don't know about you guys but I think that was the best fashion show that I've ever seen and," he grinned, "I think this calls for a group hug."

"That's just being selfish," Coach said from the announcer's table.

"Let's hear it for the Raw divas!" Randy exclaimed before his entrance music played as Christy, Candice, Melina, Maria and Stacy gave him a group hug. After a while, Randy made his way towards Stacy and wrapped a toned arm around her bare shoulders. "Hey, I want you to put something on before we head back inside the curtains, alright?" he whispered.

Stacy flushed at his protective demeanor, grinning and nodding her head before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

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If you look at her, she looks at me

She got me thinking about her constantly

But she don't know how I feel

She carries on without a doubt

I wonder if she'll figure it out

I'm crazy for this girl

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"Pink's fine," Randy said nonchalantly before turning a page of the Sports magazine he recently purchased. They were currently in a private dressing room in a mall around Baltimore where Stacy was having another one of her shopping sprees.

"Are you sure?" she asked him.

He nodded his head without once looking up from his magazine.

This was why he hated it when Trish and Lita had other plans. His girlfriend constantly sought him as a back-up, always pulling his arm and compelling him to drive for her, judge her outfit and of course, hold the bags for her. Not to mention, he spent millions of dollars just for her.

But nevertheless, no matter how much he complained, he still loved her. He loved spending time with her, yes, even if it was shopping with her, and he could never trade his place for anything else. As long as he was with her every waking moment, he was happy.

"Oh, my mom's coming over to the house tonight and you get to meet her!" Stacy exclaimed excitedly before pulling the curtain close to change back into her attire.

"What?" Randy asked, his face suddenly paling.

Stacy giggled. "You heard me. You're meeting my mom. Is there anything wrong with that?" she asked, pulling the curtains open to reveal her in a pair of Abercrombie jeans and a fitting, white top from Zara. She wore her favorite silver, dangling star earrings from Claire's, which Randy had bought for her just a week ago.

"No! Nothing! Not at all!" came Randy's automatic response.

It wasn't that he didn't want to meet Stacy's mom. Of course he'd love to! Only problem was that this was his first time to actually meet a parent of his girlfriend. This was a serious step forward he was willing to take. He just didn't wanna screw things up…especially for Stacy.

"She's really, really nice. You'll love her," Stacy told him, hooking her arm with his and walking towards the cashier.

"Oh I'm sure I will," Randy said before swallowing the lump that was forming in his throat.

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She was the one to hold me

The night the sky fell down

And what was I thinking when

The world didn't end well I know

I know now

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The clock struck 7:30 as a certain brunette sat nervously on the edge of a sofa in Stacy's living room. Instead of meeting in Stacy's beautiful Victorian home, her mom decided to have dinner in a fancy restaurant.

Dinner. In a fancy restaurant. Just the three of them.

Randy Orton was beginning to think it was a bad idea.

He heard Stacy giggle from behind him. Standing up and turning around, he found himself completely breathless. She was in a champagne-colored evening dress from Versace and her hair was up in a twist with loose strands framing her naturally beautiful face. She had a big smile on her face, as if she couldn't contain herself that he was actually going to be meeting her mom tonight.

"Are you ready?" she asked, eyeing his attire and almost melting. He wore a simple pair of black slacks and a red, long-sleeved polo from Lacoste. Although in an anxious state, he seemed to be filling the air with such confidence and charm, instantly erasing all doubts about his tension.

"Yeah," he nodded eagerly, pulling Stacy and giving her a kiss.

"You're nervous," she pointed out, trying to stifle her fit of giggles.

"Please," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Randy, I know this is going to be your first time to meet your girlfriend's mom," she started off. "My mom, to be exact," she said, meeting his nervous eyes. "But I promise…she's the sweetest woman on earth. You'll love her," she assured, stroking his cheek gently.

"What if she doesn't feel the same way?" he asked, his expression very worried.

Stacy smiled reassuringly. "She will. I promise," she said. "I'm her daughter. Any guy I love, she'll definitely love as well."

She kissed him lovingly on the lips to ease a bit of his nervousness. Taking her hand, he led her outside to his Maserati after locking the door of her home. Driving off, they were to meet Angeli Keibler at 8 in the Plaza.

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Yeah, if you look at her, she looks at me

She got me thinking about her constantly

But she don't know how I feel

She carries on without a doubt

I wonder if she'll figure it out

I'm crazy for this girl

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"Mom!" Stacy squealed, giving the tiny woman a hug. She was a bit stout and dressed in a simple, black dress and toe shoes, carrying a black purse and a matching shawl. Her hair was cut in a stylish bob and she had round cheeks that perkily rose every time she smiled.

"Darling, how are you?" the woman in her early 50's asked, gazing at her daughter from head to toe.

"I'm good, mum. Never been better," Stacy grinned towards a certain Legend Killer. "Anyway mom, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Randy Orton," she introduced, taking his forearm. "Randy, this is my mom."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Keibler," Randy casually greeted, taking the elder woman's hand and placing a kiss on top of it, immediately making her blush.

"Such a charming, young man you have, Stacy," she said, looking to her daughter.

"Oh you know me, mom," Stacy shrugged jokingly. "I only want what's best."

And with that, all three shared a hearty laugh before waiting to be seated in a table for three. Randy, being the gentleman that he is, first pulled a chair for Stacy's mom before tending to his girlfriend.

"So how long have you been together?" Angeli asked before ordering a carbonara.

"Quite some time now," Randy answered, ordering a tenderloin steak for himself and a Caesar salad for Stacy.

"So I heard from my daughter that you used to be part of the Marines. What happened?" Angeli asked, eager to get to know her daughter's boyfriend more.

"Oh, yes I was actually. But that was way back when I really didn't know what I wanted. I thought Marines was the one for me until I realized I wanted to be a wrestler, just like my dad and grandfather. So I dropped out and the rest is history," Randy finished his short story with a smile.

From under the table, he held on tightly to Stacy's hand, who gave him a light squeeze to assure that she was right there. Half an hour later, they were enjoying their meals and talking nonchalantly about different topics only Stacy's mom could think of. She was quite the talker, just like her daughter, Randy observed, as he listened to her story about Stacy's childhood.

"Mom! Do you have to tell him that!" Stacy whined, pouting her lips as both her mom and Randy laughed at her.

Not too long, they were back talking about the business again as Angeli frowned as regards to Hunter's reputation. "I don't like that man," she said. "He's quite the brat if you asked me," she continued. "What is it with him and his obsession over that damn belt?"

Randy shrugged. "Exactly. Triple H is a maniac," he said, taking a sip of his red wine.

After a few more conversations and finally finishing their meal, it was time for the three of them to say goodbye. "I'll miss you, mum," Stacy said, hugging her tight. "We have a flight heading to Phoenix tomorrow but I'll make sure to call before I leave."

"You do, that," her mom said, patting her daughter's back before facing Randy and giving him a hug as well. "You take care now, alright? And I trust that you'll take care of my daughter, too,"

Randy smiled and nodded his head. "Will do. I promise."

While Randy walked over to the valet and asked for his car, Stacy walked her mom to her own car. "So what do you think of him, mom?"

The grin on Angeli's face resembled that of her daughters. "I can already see him as my son-in-law."

Stacy squealed and again gave her mom a hug. "He's just great, isn't he? I really think he's the one," Stacy told her.

"Same here, Stacy. Same here," her mom said. "So call me the next time you guys are in town, okay?"

Stacy nodded eagerly. "Of course I will. I love you, mom," she said, kissing the elder woman on the cheek.

"I love you, too, honey," her mom replied before climbing in the car. With one last wave, she drove off safely and headed towards home.

At that same time, Randy's car came as he opened the door for her and let her climb in. "Well?" he asked nervously after strapping his seatbelt.

Stacy grinned and kissed him on the cheek. "She loves you,"

"Are you serious?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and suppressing a cocky grin.

"Uh-huh," Stacy nodded, beaming as well.

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Right now, face to face

All my fears pushed aside

Right now

I'm ready to spent the rest of my life with you

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Weeks later, the duo of Evolution was headed towards the arena and conversing about none other than the Legend Killer and how he was becoming a nuisance.

"He's still after your gold, H," Ric Flair stated, leaning into the comfortable leather seat of their limousine.

"Oh I know," he snickered. "But I have a way to threaten him," he said, the sick smile playing on his face.

Ric Flair shook his head and chuckled. "You always do have a way, H."

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"Welcome to Monday Night RAW!" JR announced as the creative fireworks blew up to start the show. The crowd roared and jumped to their feet while the cameras rolled and took shots of their signs.

"Hey baby," Randy greeted the moment Stacy entered his locker room in a short, black skirt and a matching halter top from Marc Jacobs. "Do you have anything to do tonight?" he asked, motioning for her to sit on his lap.

She shrugged, making her way towards him. "Just a short segment with JR."

"I have a surprise for you tonight," he whispered, winking as he did so.

"Really?" Stacy teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Yup. Tonight you're gonna know how much of a chef I can be," Randy uttered before placing a trail of kisses down her neck.

Stacy giggled, biting her lower lip. "Can't wait," she whispered, placing her forehead against his and giving him the opportunity to capture her lips and filling her mouth with his tongue. Slowly, he laid her on the couch as he balanced himself on top of her. His hand massaged the back of her neck while her arms snaked around his.

Knock, knock!

Both Stacy and Randy pulled away from each other as they heard one of the crewmembers remind Stacy that her segment was in no less than five minutes. Randy grumbled, making Stacy laugh, as she kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "We'll continue this later." Heading out of the locker room, she got herself ready as her entrance music played and out she came, waving and blowing kisses to the fans. Upon reaching the ring, she did her little bend-to-get-in trick, which always got Randy cringing, knowing how hot the male fans got over it.

While her little segment was ongoing, a pair of sinister eyes watched her and sneered, taking hold of a water bottle and drinking from it. "It's show time," he said, throwing away the bottle and walking over towards the entrance leading to the ring with his trusty partner by his side.

"Hey, JR," Stacy greeted, kissing him on the cheek in front of the live audience. As the two continued to talk, Triple H's entrance music suddenly played and out came Triple H, a sick grin on his face, with Ric Flair. Stacy's eyes widened as she watched the two men enter the ring, both smiling widely at her.

"Shit," Randy muttered, watching the whole thing going on. Standing up, he made a dash for it, hoping that he would reach the ring in time.

"Now Stacy, last week, you give Randy Orton a kiss in front of these people," the Game started. "This week, you give JR," he continued. "Don't you think I deserve I kiss, too?" he chuckled, pulling Stacy by her thin arm and causing her to yelp. His face got closer and closer to hers as she closed her eyes and prayed for a miracle to happen. Kissing Hunter Hearst Helmsley was the last thing she ever wanted to do. Her eyes snapped open when she didn't feel his lips at all and instead, he got the mic and continued to speak, "You know what? Why don't I do something better?"

At that instant, Stacy found her head in between his legs, about to be pummeled with the Pedigree. The reaction of the fans from booing to cheering gave Stacy all the hope she needed as she felt herself out of Triple H's grip, in a daze, and into her savior's arms. Triple H laughed menacingly and slid himself out of the ring, chewing a piece of gum and staring right at the face of Randy Orton.

"You son of a bitch!" he exclaimed, hugging Stacy close. "Don't you ever lay a finger on her again!" he threatened, checking to see if Stacy was alright. "Are you okay, babe? Are you hurt?" he asked, rubbing her shoulders soothingly. Stacy nodded distractedly, watching Triple H with much fear in her eyes. "Babe, I'm so sorry," Randy apologized, placing his forehead against hers as he never let her go. "This is going to be the first and last time this will happen, I promise," he assured, cupping her face and kissing her softly.

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Yeah, if you look at her, she looks at me

She got me thinking about her constantly

But she don't know how I feel

She carries on without a doubt

I wonder if she'll figure it out

I'm crazy for this girl

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The hotel room was filled with the beautiful scent of roses as all around, petals were scattered over the floor, the tables, chairs and even the bed. In the center of the room was a table for two, complete with candlelight and expensive glass and silverware. Stacy stared in awe as Randy grinned from behind, placing their bags down. "Randy, you did all this?" she asked, still astounded.

Randy's grin beamed wider, nodding his head and kissing her cheek. "All for you, babe."

"H-how?" she asked, letting Randy take her sweater as he hung it on the closet rack.

"Well, a little bribing with some money involved did the trick," he winked, leading his girlfriend to the table for two and pulling a seat for her.

Stacy stared at what was right in front of her. Randy just cooked her her favorite dish in the world! Marinated salmon with broccoli and oyster sauce on the side! He couldn't stop grinning as he sat in front of her, pouring her a glass of white wine. "Are you okay, babe?" he asked, holding her hand.

"Of course I am!" she grinned. "I'm just really surprised. Thank you for doing this, Randy," she said, smiling gratefully at her boyfriend.

"Hey…anything to make my girl happy," Randy shrugged. "Now let's eat!"

Half an hour passed as Randy now took out their dessert from the small fridge. He definitely knew that the way to Stacy Keibler's heart was to fill her stomach with goodies and sweets. And that was why he made her his famous mango and banana crepe smothered in chocolate syrup, whipped cream and maraschino cherries. After feeding her, Stacy was more than happy to give Randy a kiss on the cheek, an act of thank you for the dinner he had made.

"That's all I get?" Randy jokingly complained, taking Stacy by the waist and letting her sit on his lap.

"What else do you want me to give?" Stacy teased, raising an eyebrow.

Randy shrugged and smirked at her. "I can think of something," he said.

"Oh yeah? And what might that be?"

"You. Give me you," he winked, crashing his lips gently against hers and letting her straddle his lap.

"Randy," Stacy whispered, pulling away just a few inches with their lips still slightly touching. "I need to go shower."

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his grin never fading as he carried Stacy all the way to the bathroom.

"Randy," Stacy was about to protest, allowing him to leave trails of kisses down her neck.

"Come on. Please let me relive that night we made love," he said, pleading her with his eyes. Stacy genuinely smiled, allowing him to pull off her top. Taking both their clothes off, Randy made sure to fill the night with smoldering pleasure.

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Yey! End of Chapter 8! Anyway, hope you guys liked this one. Please keep those reviews and comments coming if you wanna help me out and continue with this story! Thanks!