Chapter 12: The Transition by: Hawthorne Heights
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My Junior Promenade's this coming Saturday. I can't wait! Please pray that I don't trip over my gown, fall off the stairs and take my date down with me. I really hope it's gonna be a special night.
Oh…on other issues, I just wanna share that I'm related to Batista! As in THE Dave Batista. He's my uncle! Can you believe it! Even I can't. I almost fainted when I found out. He might even visit the country this summer.
And lastly, please do take the time to go to and vote for the dazzling and lovely Stacy Keibler! She's been doing really well and I'm sure it'll mean a lot to her if we, her fans, all supported her. She simply rocks my socks!
And here's chapter twelve.
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Stacy squealed a loud, "Awww…" once the song was finished. "I can't believe you thought I was bulimic!" she suddenly laughed, smacking Randy.
Randy held his hands in defense. "Hey, if it wasn't for Trish, you would be."
"Would not!" she answered defiantly, sticking her cute nose up in the air. "You're a mean husband," she scoffed jokingly, earning a snicker from the Legend Killer.
"You know you love me, babe," he winked before pinning her on the bed and smoldering her lips and neck with tickling kisses.
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So here we are
Back to the start again
Trying hard to wait till morning
Hey rise and shine
And open up your eyes
To give this world some color
Shine on diamond eyes
Separate the space
Between love and lies
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"At least just get along," Christy spoke as she and Stacy made their way to their locker room. "We're the only few ones who came from Raw including Batista and it's not that easy making friends in this company, even though they say we're like one big family."
Stacy nodded in agreement while licking her strawberry ice cream. "I know. I'll try, Christy. But I can't promise you anything. I have been civil with him. I just want him to be civil with me, too."
"But he is! He's never been a jerk to you, Stace!"
"I know…it's just really awkward for me right now," Stacy spoke uneasily.
Christy sighed. "I understand. I'm just really sick of that bitch, Melina, being all tyrannical on us. She thinks she's all that. She doesn't even have the face to pull it off."
Stacy laughed at her comment. "Relax, Christy. She'll get over it."
Christy nodded. "Look, all I'm saying is to give Randy a chance at friendship. Nothing more, nothing less. I just want people to hang around with here backstage."
Stacy raised an eyebrow, as if to say that she was right there. At this point, Christy had to laugh. "I don't mean that I don't like hanging out with you, Stace. Of course I do! But when it's just you and me, you do notice that a lot of people have been picking on us. And don't ask me to name them anymore."
Stacy nodded. "Alright. I'll give him the chance."
"Yey!" Christy squealed, giving the taller diva a hug.
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"Hey, Dave! Hey, Randy!" the perky redhead greeted a week later once she and her tall, long-legged friend entered the cafeteria.
"Hey," the two men acknowledged, gesturing for the two divas to join them.
"So do any of you girls have a match tonight?" Dave Batista asked, taking a sip of his iced tea.
Christy shook her head. "Only Stacy has a little camera time. Don't you, Stace?"
Stacy, who was staring at nothing in particular, snapped out of her thoughts when Christy nudged her side. "Huh? What?" she asked, stifling a yawn.
"What's wrong with you tonight, Stace?" Christy asked, raising an eyebrow.
The taller diva shook her head. "Nothing. I'm fine. Just a little sleepy."
Quirking her eyebrows, the redhead smirked. "Don't tell me he kept you up all night last night."
Before Stacy could answer, Randy beat her to it. "Who? Who kept her up last night?" he asked, praying that whatever happened the previous night wasn't what he thought it was.
Christy giggled. "Chris Masters kept calling her last night just 'coz he wanted to talk. Even at one in the morning, when Stacy told him how sleepy she was already, he was being persistent. He kept going, 'Five more minutes! Five more minutes!'" the redhead impersonated, laughing.
Just by the mention of Chris Masters' name, Randy's fists couldn't help but clench from under the table. Sensing this, Batista had to nudge him, reminding him to keep his cool. "Maybe you should head back early to the hotel, Stace," Randy suggested, watching as the diva's eyes went teary from yawning.
She shook her head. "I still need to do my segment," she answered in a tired voice, slouching down on the chair. One of her arms was already placed on the table to support her head, which was falling down gradually.
"I can ask Teddy to replace you with me," Christy offered, suddenly feeling bad for the diva.
"You're my only way back to the hotel," Stacy pointed out but as everyone would've predicted, Randy jumped in and offered her a ride. "I can take you there. I just finished my match and I have nothing else to do tonight," he said, standing up and taking Stacy gently by the arm. "Come on. You need to rest."
Stacy, at first, was hesitant about it. But seeing as how exhausted she felt, she couldn't help but oblige. Her body required a long, much-needed sleep. But before they could go anywhere…
"Dude, you're my ride," Dave suddenly pointed out. "You said you'd wait until I finished my match."
Randy scoffed. "Go hitch with Christy," he said, walking the long-legged diva away to his car.
With a smirk, the Animal couldn't help but glance back at Christy. She had a similar look on her face. "And he says he's over her," they both said together before laughing at the self-proclaimed Legend Killer.
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And as days go by, the memories remain
I'll wait for you
And as days go by, the memories remain
I won't let go
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"Thanks for the ride and for bringing me up here," Stacy sleepily spoke, opening the door to her shared room with Christy.
"Anytime, Stace," Randy answered with a smile, placing his hands inside his pockets. "Go to sleep. You really need it. And if that Chris Masters calls, tell me and I'll take care of him."
Stacy smiled a bit gratefully, fighting the blush that was coloring her cheeks. "I'll remember that."
"And listen, anytime you need a ride, just give me a call, okay?"
"Okay," Stacy nodded, tucking some hair behind her ear.
For a few seconds, awkward silence filled the air until Randy spoke, "Good night, Stace."
He hesitated on whether to press a kiss on her forehead or not. But seeing as how they only started being friends again, he decided against it. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Night, Randy," Stacy smiled, waving a little before closing the door to her room.
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A week later, Randy whistled as he saw a crewmember hurryingly making his way towards a certain locker room carrying a very huge bouquet of red roses, placed inside a crystal jar. "Who are those for, man?"
The crewmember stopped for a while and took a deep breath, lowering the bouquet from his face to get a better view of Randy. "It's a delivery for Stacy Keibler."
Randy instantly cocked an eyebrow. "From who?"
"Chris Masters."
Randy inwardly sneered. "Hey, tell you what?" he spoke, getting the bouquet from the crewmember. "Why don't I take these for you and deliver them to Stacy myself? You look like you have a lot of work to do."
The crewmember sighed in relief. "Thanks a lot, Randy! You have no idea how much I need to do today!" he said, jogging off with a smile.
"No problem," Randy smiled back, secretly taking the card that said, "To the beautiful Stacy Keibler. From the Masterpiece," and threw it away in the nearest trashcan. Taking a neat, piece of paper, he smirked, scribbling a note that said, "Hey, Stacy. These are for you," before placing it in front of the doorstep of her locker room.
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"Oh my gosh…" Christy eyed the beautiful bouquet of roses Stacy had received. "Who are they from?" she asked.
"I dunno," Stacy shrugged. "It didn't say."
Christy's grin reached from ear to ear, causing Stacy to smile similarly. "Someone's blushing!" the redhead teased.
"Who's blushing?" came a familiar drawl, forcing the two divas to turn around and face none other than Randy Orton.
"Stacy is," Christy pointed out in a sing-song voice. "Someone just sent her a whole bouquet of red roses!"
Randy grinned, cocking an eyebrow. "Oh really?"
Stacy eyed him curiously while Christy continued to eagerly nod. "Do you know who they're from, Randy?" the long-legged diva asked, watching as Randy's face turned from cocky to sheepish.
"What! No! How should I know?" he lied, shrugging innocently.
"Right…" Stacy nodded although she was far from believing him. While Christy remained clueless, Randy continued to smile coyly as Stacy gave him a you-gave-me-those-flowers-didn't-you look. For a while, it was like that until finally, Randy broke the silence.
"Anyway, you ladies are looking fine this evening but I have to go. I'll catch you both later," he said, slowly backing away with his hands pressed together and a demure smile displayed vividly on his face. Stacy continued to give him the look while Christy gradually became curious as to why both Randy and Stacy seemed to be acting so odd.
"What was that all about?" she asked Stacy once the Legend Killer was out of sight. Stacy gave him a what-do-you-think look as Christy gasped in excitement. "It's from him, isn't it!" she exclaimed, covering her mouth with one hand and lightly shoving the taller diva with the other.
Stacy rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't fight the blush that was staining her cheeks. "I wonder what he's on about," she thought aloud while she and the 2004 Diva Search winner walked their way to their locker room.
"Maybe he's just making up for lost time," Christy pointed out with a shrug.
"Yeah, but why?"
"You know, Stacy…you're probably the only person too blind to see that Randy's still not and will never be over you."
Stacy scoffed. "Whatever. That's bull."
Christy just smiled, shaking her head at the diva. "And Randy's probably the only person too blind to see that Stacy's still not and will never be over him," she thought silently.
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These days remain the same
Pictures fade away
Please don't ever change
Please don't change your mind
No matter what they say
I'll always wait
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The following week, Stacy Keibler was making her way towards the vendo machine in the arena to buy a Coke Light. Clad in a pair of brown, striped Bermuda shorts from Zara, a matching brown tank top from Abercrombie and a gold bolero from Dorothy Perkins, she had on a pair of gold flats from Charles Jourdan and her hair was tied up in a half ponytail with lose strands framing her naturally elegant face.
"Hey baby girl," Orlando Jordan suddenly greeted with a wink, sauntering over to the long-legged diva.
Stacy was unsure whether to answer him or not. "Ummm…hey…" she said awkwardly.
"Tell you what, how about tonight, I take you out to a bar then maybe we can go from there. What do you say?" he asked, winking seductively at her while running his finger down her arm.
Stacy gave him a disgusted look, jerking her arm away. "In your dreams," she answered, earning a cold glare from the Superstar.
"You don't answer someone with high class like that!" he said, advancing towards Stacy. Before he could even get near, a young brunette came to the rescue.
"Touch her and I swear I'm gonna end your career right here, right now," he threatened in such a low voice. His hand touched the small of Stacy's back; as if to reassure her that he was gonna take care of everything. Orlando gave Randy Orton a defiant stare before stalking away but not before mumbling a number of incoherent words. "First Chris Masters…now it's Orlando Jordan. Who's next, sweetheart?" Randy asked, giving her a smirk.
"Leave it alone, Randy. It's not like I'm asking for these things to happen," she said, inserting her bill and grabbing the can of Coke.
"Well if you weren't so hot, maybe these things wouldn't," he shrugged as he was dressed in his wrestling trunks and an RKO shirt.
The diva raised an eyebrow. "Are you flirting with me?" she teased, earning a smirk and another shrug. "Besides, don't blame it on me. Most men nowadays are jerks. I need to start making safety precautions."
"Are you trying to imply that I'm one of those jerks?" the Superstar asked, raising an eyebrow while walking with Stacy.
"No, I'm saying I need to raise my guards a tad bit higher to ensure of my well-being."
"Well if you'd just let me, I could do that for you," Randy said, scratching the back of his head as they reached her locker room. Stacy couldn't help but smirk and blush at the same time.
"I'm gonna ask you again, are you flirting with me, Randy?"
Randy sheepishly grinned, avoiding the question. "What are you doing tonight?"
"I have a date with Chris Masters."
His face immediately fell, causing her to laugh. "I was kidding, Randy. I have no plans. Why?"
"Well, if you're not gonna be seeing the Masterpiece tonight," he teased, "Do you wanna hang out?"
"Now why does this situation seem familiar?"
Randy sighed. "Listen, Stace. All I'm asking is another chance."
"What about the Undertaker? What are you gonna do about him?"
"Look, he still may be my business. But if you come with me tonight, I'll tell you everything there is that I need to let out. If you still trust me enough, you'd let me."
"Depends. Give me one good reason why, Randy."
"Would you believe I'm still in love with you?"
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And as days go by, the memories remain
I'll wait for you
And as days go by, the memories remain
I won't let go
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Randy drove quietly with Stacy by his side. The place was all too familiar as he parked the car and opened the door for her. Just like the old times, they were at a huge field that overlooked the city, under the dazzling stars and moon, which beautifully decorated the seemingly never-ending night sky.
"The stars look really beautiful tonight," Stacy spoke softly, letting Randy help her up the hood of his car.
"Yeah," he agreed, taking a seat beside her.
"So what is it that you wanted to talk about?"
Randy sighed. "Look, Stace. Ummm…I dunno how else to put this. But I…you know I really regret breaking up with you. But you understand why I had to. I know you do. Again, I'm really…I'm really, really sorry. I…I told you I never meant for it to happen. It's just that…I had no choice. I knew…I knew…I can't be there to protect you all the time…"
"Randy, I never asked you to be there for me 24/7," Stacy told him.
"I know, I know. But it wasn't a matter of having to protect you or not. It…it was because I wanted to. Not because I had to…but I wanted to," he explained. "That time, I didn't know the Undertaker. All I knew was what he was capable of doing. And it…it already happened once that he used you…to…to get to me. You know I couldn't let that happen again. Stacy, I…I did what I had to do."
Stacy nodded, understanding every word he uttered as she waited for him to continue.
"I spent four months…thinking about everything and wondered if it was all worth it. Somewhere in the back of my head, I…I knew it wasn't going to be. That letting go of you…was probably the biggest mistake I could've ever done in my life. But I let my pride get in the way. Losing to the Undertaker at Wrestlemania made me realize it was definitely not worth it at all. I couldn't sleep every night…knowing that I let go of the best thing that's ever happened to me. I was…I was slowly killing myself," he told her. "When I found out I was drafted to Smackdown, I was livid. Not only did I leave you in Raw…but I had to continue my worthless feud with the Undertaker. The very reason as to why I lost you," he sighed. "When I found out you were gonna be drafted as well, you can't imagine how ecstatic I was. Christy was nice enough to tell you to give me another shot at being friends."
The long-legged diva smiled a little at this. "I did give you that chance, Randy," she said.
He smiled back, taking her hand. "I know. I really am grateful. But I'm asking you now, Stace. I would do anything for you to just give me another chance. To give us another chance."
"Randy, give me time. I still need to learn to trust you and—"
"If you didn't trust me enough, you wouldn't have gone here with me," he said, smiling as she blushed. "Please, Stace. Just one more chance," he implored.
She smiled, looking deep into his blue eyes. "I'll give you that chance, Randy. So as long as you think of ways to make it all up to me," her smile widened, causing Randy to grin back.
"I could think of ways to do that," he teased.
"Oh really?" Stacy cocked an eyebrow. "How?"
"By doing this," and with that, he pressed his lips softly against hers. His arm slowly made its way around her nape while hers encircled around his shoulders. "I love you, Stace," he breathed out like a prayer, their lips merely touching as he continued to kiss her passionately, letting her know how much he missed her.
The two spent the rest of the night looking up at the stars, trying to guess each and every constellation while drinking jugs of hot cocoa and munching on oatmeal biscuits. Randy knew how much he needed to make up for everything he had made Stacy go through but he sure as hell had all the time in the world to do just that.
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These days remain the same
Pictures fade away
I hope you never fade
As you drip through my veins
Shine on, shine on diamond eyes
Shine on, shine on diamond eyes
Shine on, shine on diamond eyes
And as days go by, the memories remain
I'll wait for you
As days go by I swear I'll try
I'll wait for you until I die; anything for you
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