Chapter 09: Until the Day I Die by: Story of the Year
A/N: Wow, I'm actually very consistent with this story. I like it! Hehehe. Anyway, thanks again for all those who reviewed! Really helped me in writing this chapter! Please keep them comments coming so I can write more! Thanks! Oh…and all the drama Stacy's been talking about in the previous chapters will come in the later chapters, alright? Alright! Thanks again!
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"I still don't get it, Randy. Where did you learn how to cook?" Stacy asked once the previous track finished playing.
Randy shrugged. "I'm born with that talent," he playfully boasted, earning a wack from Stacy.
"Well you're not the only cook around," Stacy pointed out, poking his chest.
"I know," Randy shrugged. "But if we have children, we'll let them decide who the better cook is," he grinned, winking at her.
Stacy could only grin back as the next song played.
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As years go by, I raise the clock with you
But if you die right now, you know that I'd die too
I'd die too
You remind me of the times when I knew who I was
Still the second hand will catch us like it always does
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"Your match last night was awesome," Stacy commented, watching as Randy fixed his kneepads. She was wearing an off-shoulder top and a pair of white pants from Dior as her hair was tied in a half ponytail with loose strands tucked behind her ear. "But are you really ready to go out there and wrestle tonight?" she asked, her voice full of concern.
Sure enough, Randy was to have a tag team match against Ric Flair and Triple H. The previous night, he had one against the Game for the World Heavyweight Championship but as predicted, he lost, thanks to the Nature Boy who helped.
"I mean…you have a concussion," Stacy pointed out, "And your knee's all messed up."
"Stace…I know. I know, okay? I know I'm a little banged up from last night," Randy spoke, taking her hand. "But listen. Let me tell you one thing. This isn't some job to me. Okay? This is my life. This is my passion. I love being in the ring! But being in the ring, you gotta accept some consequences. I got knocked out last night. I did not…I did not become World Champion," he said in a disappointed tone.
"But you will! I know you will!" Stacy tried cheering him up, giving his hand a light squeeze.
"Yeah, I know. I know I will," he said quite cockily, making Stacy giggle. "Listen, you know what? I have faith that one day, I will be champion again. Okay? My grandfather, my father…they never had that title, you know. And that's something I hold special and one day, I will have it again, trust me," he continued.
"I know," Stacy spoke, smiling at him.
"But tonight…tonight there's something else in my mind. Tonight, I got a chance to prove something else," he smirked. "When I'm in that ring with Triple H and Ric Flair, Stacy, I'm gonna prove that am still the Legend Killer," he winked. "Talk to you later," he finished, cupping her chin gently before getting ready for his match.
"Be careful," Stacy reminded, watching her boyfriend with a lovestruck smile on her face.
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Make the same mistakes
I'll take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
'Coz I know I still do
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The following week, RAW aired live from Japan as Stacy cheerfully walked around the halls with a huge smile on her face. She was about to meet her boyfriend in his locker room and nothing could keep her from beaming…until she bumped into Christian and Tyson Tomko. A little bit of dirty flirting from Christian and a hard blow to his ego from Stacy resulted to a match between Tyson Tomko and Randy Orton later that night.
"I'm sorry, Randy," Stacy apologized after hearing the news. "I didn't mean to get you in this match, knowing you have a concussion and all. It's just that…Christian was really going at it and I really wanted to shut him up. I didn't expect him to call out a match against you," she pouted, placing her hand on his knee.
Randy smiled reassuringly as he fixed the strap of his elbow pads. "No need to worry about it, Stace," he said. "Anyone who tries to get in your way would have to face me," he continued, grinning cockily. "I'm gonna beat the crap out of Tomko tonight to let him and Christian know to never mess with my girl," he finished, placing a kiss on Stacy's lips.
Stacy smiled and hugged him. "I love you, Randy," she whispered.
"I love you, too, Stace," he said. "I want you to stay here, okay? No accompanying me to the ring tonight."
Before Stacy could protest, he kissed her again, immediately shutting her up before heading out of the locker room to get ready for his match. Stacy huffed, blowing a strand of her hair out of sight before taking a seat on the leather couch. She turned on the TV and watched as Randy walked down the ramp, the fans completely on his side. He posed for all of them before meeting Tyson Tomko's eyes and glaring at him.
The match started with Randy gaining the upperhand. It went on for a while until Stacy decided to go get a drink. Standing up, she left Randy's locker room and was about to head to a nearby vendo machine when she felt someone tug on her wrist. "Hey!" she cried, glaring right through Christian himself. "What are you doing! Let go of me you creepy little bastard!" Stacy yelled. Christian just laughed and continued to pull Stacy's helpless form.
Randy gave Tyson another scoop slam when suddenly, something wrong caught his eye. Turning his head, he found Stacy being dragged by Christian down the ramp. He paled and was about to go for it but that was all the distraction Tyson needed to get Randy down. As Stacy was finally able to break free from Christian's grip, she ran to Randy's side and helped the fans cheer him on. The match went for another good two minutes with Randy finally nailing the RKO and getting the three-count for the victory.
"Yey!" Stacy cheered, climbing inside the ring and raising Randy's left hand. "I'm so happy you won!"
"Of course I'd win. That match was for you, babe," Randy said, holding the back of his aching neck.
"Tell you what…since you did that for me, how about I massage you when we get back to the locker room?" the long-legged diva seductively suggested.
"I think I'm loving that idea," Randy winked, scooping Stacy in his arms and carrying her all the way back to his locker room.
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Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
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Her hair framed her perfectly chiseled face as she giggled at a comment Randy made. She was wearing a pink, satin halter-top with a pair of denim jeans from Buffalo, ducking her head shyly when Randy told her how gorgeous she looked. Gold chains with pink beads hung from her neck as she fiddled playfully with one while listening to Randy talk.
He was in a black, collared shirt with his wrists wrapped in sports tape while they were talking. "This Friday night, Piper's gonna be there…" he began before being cut off.
"Really?" Stacy asked, amused.
"Yeah, and he's getting inducted, right? Him and my dad, they were the pair. They were quite the pair. If there's anything that I learned from the stories of my father and Piper, is Orton and Piper were trouble," he finished.
Stacy raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes!" Randy beamed.
"Yeah, just like you're trouble," Stacy teased, giggling at him.
"Oh come on now," Randy snickered, his smile never fading. "So what are you doing tonight?" he asked, placing his elbow on the stack of boards beside him. His grin never ceased to die away as Stacy shrugged while placing her hands inside the pockets of her jeans.
"I dunno…depends where you plan to take me," she answered, smiling playfully at him.
"Oh…I'm going to the bar with the guys tonight," Randy casually stated, fixing the tape on his wrists.
Stacy's face immediately fell. "You're kidding me, right?"
Randy cocked an eyebrow. "No. Why would I be kidding you?"
The long-legged blonde wanted to cry that instant. "Randy, it's Valentine's day!" she wailed, her lips trembling in frustration and disappointment.
At that moment, Randy laughed, placing his hand on her nape and pressing a kiss on her forehead. "I know, babe. I'm just playing with you," he winked. "And I have a surprise for you," he continued, taking her hand. "Tell you what…after I destroy Christian tonight," he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her soft lips. "We're on."
Stacy smiled giddily before wrapping her arms around her boyfriend, giving him a hug.
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Should I bite my tongue
Until blood soaks my shirt
We'll never fall apart
Tell me why this hurts so much
My hands are at your throat and I think I hate you
Still the same, remember when
Just like we always do
Just like we always do
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"So where are you taking me?" Stacy asked the Legend Killer as he held her hand and led her through the halls of the arena.
Randy smiled, pulling her close and pecking her cheek. "It won't be a surprise if I tell you," he said.
Suddenly, they bumped into none other than Chris Masters with his trademark smirk plastered on his face. Randy raised an eyebrow before narrowing his eyes and placing Stacy protectively behind him. "What do you want?" he seethed, never letting Stacy's hand go.
"Nothing," the Masterpiece shrugged. "Just wanted to greet Stacy a Happy Valentine's Day," he smiled towards the diva who awkwardly smiled back.
"What the fuck are you up to, man?" Randy asked, covering Stacy even more.
"Just greeting her, man," Chris Masters said in defense.
"Yeah, so? Get the hell out of my face before I make you," Randy threatened, stepping forward as Stacy took his forearm to hold him back.
"Dude, why are you so protective of her!"
"I have every right to be! She's my girlfriend!"
"So? Are you guys married? I don't think so! Are you scared you're gonna lose her to me? Huh? Are you threatened by me?" the Masterpiece smirked.
Randy made a fist and was about to throw it at the cocky superstar. Fortunately, Stacy stopped him. "Randy, he's not worth it," she whispered, leaning close to his ear.
The Legend Killer sighed, letting his fist go. "You better watch that mouth of yours, Masters. You dunno who you're messing with," he said, taking Stacy's hand and walked her out of there.
"Bring it on, pretty boy!" Chris Masters hollered, snickering before winking at Stacy while Randy wasn't looking, watching them walk away.
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"God, I hate that guy!" Randy exclaimed, driving his car out of the parking lot of the arena.
"I know. But you need to keep those emotions in control," Stacy reminded him, smiling a little.
The brunette sighed. "Yeah, I'll try," he said before raising an eyebrow. "I can't believe you dated that guy!" Randy teased, laughing as Stacy turned beet red.
"I never dated him, Randy," she corrected. "I just hitched rides with him."
Randy scoffed. "Sure..." he teased.
"Whatever!" Stacy huffed, crossing her arms.
As Randy smirked, Stacy's eyes turned to saucers when she realized he had parked the car right in front of a, "Carnival!" she exclaimed, face beaming. Randy had to laugh at this as he turned the engine off.
"You up for some rides, sweetheart?" Randy asked, climbing out and opening the door for Stacy.
"Let's ride the ferriswheel!" she squealed, pulling him over to the ticket booth.
Snickering, Randy allowed himself to be hauled by his girlfriend as they rode the ferriswheel together. "Don't you just love the view?" Stacy asked, letting the wind whisper through her face. "I feel like I'm Marissa Cooper that time she and Ryan got together! Ryan had a fear of heights but they were in a ferriswheel when they first kissed!" she told him.
Randy rolled his eyes playfully. "So what, babe? We're Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler! We're way better than just fictional characters in some stuck-up neighborhood where gossip and scandals are everywhere and everyone just wants to be at the top," he said.
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Stacy pressed the 'pause' button on the stereo as she gave Randy an I-can't-believe-you-said-that look before smirking. Randy just raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.
"I remember when you said that about the OC!" she told him, wacking his thigh.
Randy yelped, wincing a little. "So?"
"Randy, you do know that we live in Newport now."
"Uh-huh. Again…so?"
"This is the OC, you idiot!"
Randy just bit his lower lip to keep himself from laughing in embarrassment. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, babe. It's got the beach, the sun, the surfing and the food. All the things I love. Now on with the CD!" he told her, sticking his tongue out.
Stacy huffed, playfully rolling her eyes before re-playing the stereo.
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Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
Yeah spill my life for you
Yeah spill my life for you
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"Want some more cotton candy, princess?" Randy asked, taking a bite of his corndog.
Stacy shook her head. "I'm fine," she said, after swallowing a mouth full of popcorn and cotton candy.
While they ate, a certain booth caught Stacy's eye as she jumped up in excitement and pulled Randy over. "You want a stuffed toy, babe?" he asked, smiling at her. Stacy could only nod her head eagerly. With a laugh, Randy paid the concessionaire before being handed three baseballs.
"All you have to do is knock out all three bottles," the man in-charge instructed. Randy nodded and as expected, was able to knock out all three of the milk bottles. Stacy squealed as the man handed her a large stuffed dog but not before he asked for the two's autograph.
"I love you," Randy whispered, wrapping his arms around Stacy and her new toy.
"I love you, too," Stacy whispered back, giving his cheek a kiss.
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My hands are at your throat and I think I hate you
We make the same mistakes, mistakes like friends do
My hands are at your throat and I think I hate you
We make the same mistakes
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A week later, Randy had a tag team match with the Heart Break Kid against Flair and Triple H. The week after, he had a little heart-to-heart talk with Superstar Billy Graham but not before flirting with Stacy in front of him and the new diva, Candice Michelle. Tonight, he was going to tell her about his plan for Wrestlemania.
To say he was cool, calm and collected about it was too much of an understatement because he was anything but. He paced the hotel room nervously, waiting for Stacy to come back from her dinner date with Lita and Trish. Hearing the door open, he found Stacy in a short, white skirt with pleats from Liz Claiborne, a hot pink top from Kate Spade and a pair of white Havaiianas. She carried a few bags from Louis Vuitton, Elizabeth Arden, Hugo Boss and Valentino as she hurried to him and gave him a long embrace.
"I've missed you," she whispered, dropping her bags to the floor and giving him a quick kiss. Randy snickered as she picked one of the bags up and handed it over to him. "These are for you. I thought they were your type so I got them," she said, watching Randy open the Hugo Boss shopping bag and taking out an off-white, long-sleeved polo and a silk, maroon neck tie.
"Hey…I like these," he commented, smiling and capturing Stacy's lips in a kiss. "Thanks, babe. I'll wear these next week on RAW," he told her.
"Good. I heard you were going to announce something big. Care to share what it is about?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow playfully.
Randy brought her to the bed and let her sit before sitting down beside her. "Yeah, about that announcement…we need to talk about it."
"Okay. Shoot!" Stacy said eagerly, taking both his hands.
"I've decided what I want to do for Wrestlemania."
"Really? That's great! I'm happy for you, Randy!" she said, hugging him.
Randy bit his lower lip, unwrapping both her arms from him and rubbing her shoulders soothingly. "Yeah, I'm going to have a Legend Killer match."
"Nice," Stacy commented, nodding her head in approval. "Who is it against?"
"Ummm…you know," he shrugged. "Just some guy named the Undertaker."
Stacy's jaw dropped as well as her arms did from his shoulders. Her heart raced as she stared at him wildly, wondering if her ears had deceived her. "Are you serious?"
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Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
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The song Across the Nation by the Union Underground played as Raw aired live in Stanford, Connecticut. Randy wore the polo Stacy had bought him a week before, with a pair of dark slacks and a matching Armani coat over. He smiled as she fixed the collar of his shirt, making sure it was free of creases.
"Do you really wanna do this?" she asked him. She was wearing a black, ruffled mini-skirt from Dolce Y Gabbana and a green tube top from TopShop. She knew too well that whether she liked the idea or not, Randy would still push through with this match she was more than worried for.
"Stace," Randy pleaded, taking both her hands; an act of reassurance. "I want this, okay? I really wanna be something great in this business—"
"But you've done more than enough to be something great in this business!" Stacy cut him off. "You're the Legend Killer; you've been part of a 6-man Elimination Chamber; you've held the Intercontinental Championship belt for so long; you won that great, great hardcore match against Mick Foley at the 2004 Backlash and if that's not enough, you were crowned the youngest World Heavyweight Champion!" she pointed out one by one.
Randy fought the urge to snicker but instead, kept a smile plastered on his face. He pulled her close before explaining to her, "Stacy, I want to be something even more. I want to continue making history. As you've said, I'm the Legend Killer and I have killed many legends. But sweetheart, the Undertaker is the greatest legend of them all. He's got an unbeaten record at Wrestlemania and I wanna be the first to break that. This is something really big for me and I could really use your support."
Stacy sighed, smiling a little. "I just want you to be careful, Randy."
With a kiss on the forehead, the Legend Killer replied, "I will, princess. I will."
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