Chapter 13: Beautiful Love by: The Afters
A/N: Sorry it took me long to update. I'm still suffering from the prom hangover. It was super fun! I took lots of pictures! Hehe. Anyway, I forgot to mention that I didn't add Cowboy Bob Orton in my story anymore. And there's a little tribute to Eddie Guerrero in this chapter. May he rest in peace as he is already missed by so many. We love you, Eddie!
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Far away, I feel your beating heart
All alone, beneath the crystal stars
Staring into space, what a lonely face
I'll try to find my place with you
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Randy knocked on Stacy and Christy's hotel room twice. He was clad in a pair of Levi's jeans and a dark blue polo as the redheaded diva perkily answered the door, greeting him with a smile. "Hey, Randy," she said. "Stacy's still in the bathroom," she informed him, inviting him to enter.
"That's okay. I'll wait," Randy answered, smiling.
"So when are you guys sharing a room again?" the redhead asked, sitting on her bed while the Legend Killer sat on Stacy's. He shrugged, placing his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.
"Stacy and I are taking it slow. I mean…we just got back together last night," he explained.
Christy nodded. "That's true. But do you plan to keep her around this time?" she asked, her voice remaining serious.
Before Randy could answer, Stacy came out the bathroom wearing a pair of white, Elizabeth Arden, Bermuda shorts; a red collared shirt from Tom Ford with a matching red and gold Buddha-bead necklace and a pair of white, Pierre Hardy flats. "Hi, Randy," she greeted coyly, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Hey," he acknowledged, standing up and walking over to her before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You ready?" he asked, watching as she grabbed her red Prada purse.
"Yup," she answered, smiling at Christy. "So I'll see you later, Chris," she said, hugging the redhead who hugged her back. As Stacy walked out the room with Randy guiding her, he furtively turned back around and faced Christy.
"Don't be surprised if you receive a wedding invitation one of these days," he smirked.
The 2004 Diva Search winner smirked back. "I'll be waiting."
And with that, Randy closed the door, took Stacy's hand and led her to the elevator.
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What a beautiful smile
Can I stay for awhile?
On this beautiful night
We'll make everything right
My beautiful love, my beautiful love
…
Stacy munched on a pack of Peppermint Farm's soft-baked, chocolate chip cookies while drinking a small carton of cold milk. She and Randy just came from the grocery and were now headed towards the mall. "We'll watch a movie, babe?" Randy asked, watching as Stacy nodded her head.
"I was wondering if we could watch Four Brothers?" she suggested with a sheepish green.
Randy cocked an eyebrow. He knew his girlfriend too well. She only went for chick flicks. Stacy was never the type to watch and enjoy action movies…unless she found one of the actors cute. He cleared his throat, "Not that I have anything against that idea but why would you wanna watch Four Brothers?" he asked, waiting for her to answer that someone or someone was cute.
"Because Garrett Hedlund's there. And I like Garrett Hedlund. He's cute," the diva pointed out with a grin.
Randy scoffed playfully. "How can he be any cuter than me?"
Stacy giggled, planting a kiss on Randy's cheek. "No one can get as cute as you, Randy."
The smirk on the Legend Killer's face grew wider, earning a laugh from his girlfriend. "You just might be right there, Stacy," he winked, taking her hand and kissing the top of it.
Upon reaching the mall, the couple bought their tickets and entered the cinema where Four Brothers was shown. Two hours, three tumblers of popcorn and an infinite number of squeals later, Stacy was now bawling her eyes out when Jackie, the youngest brother in the movie and the character that Garrett Hedlund portrayed, died due to being shot by their foe.
"This was a bad idea," Randy muttered in snickers, shaking his head and rubbing Stacy's back, all the while never letting go of her hand. Once the movie was over, Randy pressed a kiss to her forehead. "What do you wanna do now, sweetheart?" he asked. It was a little past six but Stacy already felt her stomach grumbling.
"Can we have dinner now?"
"Sure thing, princess," Randy smiled, letting Stacy pick the restaurant she wanted to eat in.
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Smackdown aired the following week with Stacy Keibler dressed in a pink, flowery bohemian skirt that reached the knees from Badgley Mischka, a white tank top from FCUK and a pink bolero from Alexander McQueen. She had on a pair of white flats with straps from Valentino as she left her blonde hair down in soft waves.
Upon entering Randy's locker room, she gave him a hug for she knew he was going through a nervous breakdown. It was just announced that he would be facing the Undertaker at No Mercy in a casket match. "You've been through more severe matches than a casket match, Randy. I have faith in you," she told him, holding his hand in reassurance.
Randy sighed, squeezing her tiny hand lightly. "Thanks, Stace. That really means a lot to me."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he smiled. "But if he tries anything on you, I won't be."
Stacy eyed him worriedly. "Don't tell me you're gonna break up with me again," she tried to say as a joke but came out more serious than she thought.
Randy was caught off-guard, cupping Stacy's face gently and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "That's never gonna happen again, baby," he assured her. "I promise."
"You promise?" Stacy repeated with her eyebrows still scrunched in an apprehensive expression.
Randy nodded, capturing her lips in another kiss. "I swear on my life, Stace," he whispered.
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Larger than the moon, my love for you
Worlds collide as heaven pulls us through
The secret of the world is written in the stars
I'm carrying your heart in mine
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The crowd erupted violently as flames burst throughout the casket that Randy had shoved the Undertaker in. His eyes danced like wildfire whilst everyone gasped and stared at the very shocking display. Randy Orton had just beaten the Undertaker fair and square in a casket match, likewise the Legend Killer took it far enough to burn the occupied coffin that caused him to win.
Meanwhile, Stacy couldn't believe her eyes. She knew Randy was furious with the Undertaker for destroying his relationship with her once; especially that he laid a mere finger on her. But never did she expect for him to do such a thing as burn him. She was utterly speechless as she waited for her boyfriend to come back to his locker room.
The wooden door slowly creaked open. One eye peeped inside and found a certain Stacy Keibler, seated elegantly on a leather couch with hands neatly placed on her lap, staring at nothing in particular. This only meant one thing. She was either both scared and nervous or she was disappointed.
Randy Orton, little by little, entered his locker room. Still sweaty and red from his arduous match, his girlfriend looked up and stared him in the eyes. For some reason, he didn't feel any remorse or shame with what he did. Come to think of it, he was even proud. But he didn't know what kind of reaction to expect from his girlfriend so he expected the worst.
As he waited for her to start her lecture on how heartless he was being, he felt a pair of thin arms wrap around him gently, hugging him. He was slightly surprised but he undoubtedly hugged his girl back. He closed his eyes and breathed her scent in as for a moment, they stayed in that position; swaying to the empty music their atmosphere played.
"Stace?" he whispered in a low voice, looking up slightly and found her head resting on the crook of his neck, eyes closed.
"Hmmm?"
"Are you mad at me?"
She shook her head. "No," she told him.
He inwardly sighed in relief as he hugged her tighter, planting a kiss on top of her head.
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Her flowy, black Burberry dress swayed artistically to the light blow of the wind. Beside her was Randy Orton, dressed in a black pair of Henry Lloyd slacks and a black, Fred Perry polo. It was a quiet, sunny afternoon as superstars from both Smackdown and Raw gathered in the small cemetery to witness and mourn over the loss of a great friend.
Tears streamed silently down Stacy Keibler's pretty face as Randy soothingly rubbed the small of her back. He wore a dark pair of Galliano shades to cover up his red-streaked eyes while watching the gold coffin being lowered six feet under the ground. As Stacy wept, Randy couldn't help but find himself in denial. Just a few days ago, this friend who was now resting in peace was very much alive and even gave him a random piece of advice regarding his relationship with Stacy.
"True love isn't when the heart beats fastest or the strangest, ese," he said. "True love is when the heart beats no more, the love is still there," he smiled. "It can never have a happy ending because true love has no ending," he finished.
Randy heaved a sigh. His chest felt so heavy as he looked around and found most of the Superstars crying for their dear friend. It was all so sudden. No one could've ever expected this to happen. Looking up at the sky, he found it to be clear and full of hope. With a small smile, he whispered, "We'll miss you, Eddie."
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What a beautiful smile
Can I stay for awhile?
On this beautiful night
We'll make everything right
My beautiful love, my beautiful love
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She bit the tip of her nails slightly while watching her boyfriend button up his printed blue polo from Moschino. "Are you sure you guys are doing this, Randy?" she asked him, a hint of concern in her voice.
"Hell yeah, babe," he said, walking over and kissing her forehead. "They can't just attack Smackdown like that! What they did last week, we're doing it this time."
"Randy, they have Kane and Big Show in that team," Stacy pointed out.
"So?"
Stacy sighed in defeat. There was no use trying to talk her boyfriend out of what he and his Smackdown team were about to do. They were going to raid Raw, just as Raw did the previous week when they raided Smackdown. Their team composed of Batista, JBL, Lashley, Mysterio and Randy himself. They were a pretty good team. But Raw had their own set of strong men as well: HBK, Carlito, Chris Masters, Kane and the Big Show. "Just be careful, Randy," she told him. "And please try not to go for Masters."
The Legend Killer smirked. "You read my mind, babe. I was planning on it."
"Randy…" Stacy pleaded him with her eyes.
"Listen, babe…" he smiled, taking a seat beside her and holding her hand. "I won't get into anything with him unless he provokes me. Okay?"
"You promise?" Stacy asked.
Randy pressed a kiss on her forehead before capturing her lips in his. "I promise," he whispered.
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"What are you doing here?" Todd Grisham asked Batista who had a very huge smirk on his face while HBK stood in the middle of the ring, watching the Animal and his team gather around in the parking area. After a few harsh words were exchanged, the infuriated team Raw made their way towards team Smackdown.
"It's team Smackdown! Team Smackdown is here!" King kept exclaiming as the world watched to see the ten men face each other eye to eye in the parking lot of Raw's arena. Coincidentally, Chris Masters faced none other than Randy Orton.
"Nice to see you again, pretty boy," the Masterpiece smirked, flexing his shoulder muscles. Randy smirked back, cocking an eyebrow in reply. "It's such a shame your team Smackdown's gonna lose," he continued to provoke as Randy kept his calm demeanor.
"I don't know why you're calling me a loser when I'm the one who ended up with the girl," Randy grinned, earning a hard glare from the younger Superstar. With that said, the brawl started with both teams battling it out evenly while Todd Grisham ran inside to get some help.
A few days later, the 2005 Survivor Series aired live in Cincinnati as the main event took place with everyone watching so eagerly. At first, it seemed as if team Smackdown was gonna lose with Lashley to be the first one eliminated. After a long, grueling fight, it was now down to Raw's team captain: Shawn Michaels and the Legend Killer: Randy Orton. Both men put up a great fight but an RKO out of nowhere caused Randy to get the victory.
The crowd erupted in cheers as everyone back in the Smackdown locker rooms ran out to congratulate the third generation superstar. Stacy came out wearing a short, light denim skirt from Matinique and a long, navy tank top from Juicy Couture. She wore a white, puca shell necklace as on her feet were her favorite pair of white Havaiianas and her long hair was down in soft waves.
Her smile beamed wider when she entered the ring and found Randy completely ignoring everyone's praises on him winning the third Survivor Series in a row whilst his baby blue eyes fixed on just her. She slowly walked over to him as everyone moved out of the way to watch them in awe. She wrapped her thin arms around him as his arms encircled her tiny waist. "I'm so proud of you, Randy," she whispered, looking up at him and giving him a kiss.
Randy grinned, scooping her up on his shoulder. Just as everyone continued celebrating, the familiar sound of a bell rung throughout the whole place. The fans' cheering grew louder as another sound of the bell was rung. Randy shockingly stared at the entrance of the ramp, gently putting Stacy down. A casket was slowly carried out by hooded figures that loomed from the shadows and let it stand on its own in the middle of the entrance. Randy's heartbeat quickened thrice the pace as he took Stacy's delicate hand and held on to it tightly. All of a sudden, everyone jumped when a jolt of lightning stridently hit the casket, sending it to flames. The casket's door flew open and out came the Undertaker, stronger than ever and charging towards the ring.
"Shit," Randy muttered, backing away with Stacy still behind him. As the Undertaker neared, Randy quickly and expertly slid himself and his girlfriend out of the ring and harm's way while the Deadman cleaned house and hit every Superstar that came his way. Eyeing Randy who was now in the middle of the ramp, he rolled his eyes backwards and stuck out his sordid tongue.
"This is the beginning of the end, Randy."
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Maybe a greater thing will happen
Maybe all will see
Maybe our love will catch like fire
As it burns through me
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"This is sick, Batista. He's messing with my head! It's not fair!" Randy spoke to the Animal while pacing his locker room. Dressed in Ben Sherman slacks and a gray Timberland polo, he watched as the door opened and in came Stacy clad in a baby yellow, wrap-around dress from Christian Dior and a beige, long-sleeved bolero from Marc Jacobs. She wore her beige Kenneth Cole pumps as her hair was styled in a Chinese twist.
"Baby, where have you been?" Randy asked, rushing over and closing the door.
"I just grabbed a sandwich from the dining hall," Stacy answered, smiling and acknowledging Batista.
"Next time, you tell me so I can go with you, alright?" the Legend Killer said, concern filling his eyes.
Stacy sighed. "You don't have to be so paranoid, Randy! Don't let Taker get into your head," she told him.
Batista smirked, snickering a bit. "I told you, Randy. Don't let him get to you."
"What if I retire?"
At this comment, the Animal had to laugh. "You're out of your mind. You're not gonna do that."
Again, Randy sighed. "I dunno if you heard it right, Batista but I am having a Hell in a Cell Match with him this coming Sunday at Armageddon!"
"Is that what you're worried about or is it him laying a finger on Stacy?"
"Both!" Randy exclaimed, sitting down in frustration and letting Stacy sit on his lap.
"Randy, all you have to do is focus on your match with him. Stacy will be fine," Batista assured.
"Yup!" Stacy smiled. "You don't have to worry about anything!" she said before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
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Stacy's entrance music played as she strutted down the ramp blowing kisses to the fans. Upon entering the ring her usual way, a canon that shot out shirts was given to her by one of the crewmembers as she started discharging Randy Orton Legend Killer Tour t-shirts.
"Homes…you are so lucky to have her," Rey Mysterio said backstage, patting Randy twice on the back. Batista nodded in agreement.
The Legend Killer did nothing but smirk as he crossed his arms and watched his girlfriend.
As Stacy continued to do her segment, the familiar ring of a bell filled the arena. The lights went dim and the strange, chilling sound of the Undertaker's entrance dominated the whole place. From the ring, Stacy paled, slowly backing away. As she did, she felt a hard, warm figure against her back. Turning around, she almost passed out to see the Deadman eyeing her deviously.
"Holy shit," Randy muttered, immediately dashing towards the ring as Rey Mysterio and Batista worriedly looked on.
The Deadman grabbed a pile of Stacy's hair. "We meet again," he told the diva; a sick smile playing on his face.
"Look, Taker. I know this is about Randy—" Stacy started off but was suddenly stopped when the Undertaker lifted her from the ground and was about to give her the Tombstone Piledriver. But as always, she never felt the move come. Instead, she was simply dropped on the mat as she felt her attacker get hit by the loud, sickening crack of a steel chair. Her visions were a blur but she knew all too well that her savior, as always, came to her rescue.
Randy Orton's eyes blazed like fire as he continuously hit the Undertaker with the steel object until he was busted wide open. True that for the past few weeks, the Undertaker had been playing a lot of mind games with him. He had no idea how he appeared in his bathroom's mirror and suddenly disappeared when he turned around. It was distressing that the Deadman was able to control his silver Porsche Feral when he was about to leave the arena. The scariest incident was when he possessed Josh Matthews while he was interviewing him to give him a message.
But using his girlfriend as a tool to play with him was the worst possible mind game ever. It drove him to the brink of insanity as he continued to pummel the Undertaker with the black, steel chair. He was aggravated and possessed. He needed to end things with the Deadman soon. And he was going to do it on Sunday at Armageddon.
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What a beautiful smile
Can I stay for awhile?
On this beautiful night
We'll make everything right
My beautiful love, my beautiful love
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Armageddon's theme song played as fans throughout erupted in wild cheers. An intimidating, boxed, steel cage was lowered down, enclosing the ring. The giant cell which was said to alter wrestlers' lives the moment they entered was very much feared upon in the WWE. And both the Undertaker and Randy Orton were willing to cross the threshold of the damn thing.
Inside his locker room, Randy paced nervously but with a calm look on his face. Stacy watched him, dressed in a dark pair of Cerruti jeans, a white tube top from Mango and an aqua, sequined cardigan from Paul Smith.
"Randy, you're up in five," a crewmember from outside knocked on their door.
Randy breathed deeply, glancing down at his girlfriend. Slowly, she stood up, taking his hand in hers. "Be careful, Randy," she whispered before pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Randy's breathing grew rapid as he slammed Stacy against a wall and continued to kiss her roughly.
"Whatever happens," he whispered in a hoarse voice, pulling away just a little, "Stay inside this room."
"But Randy—" Stacy protested, immediately shutting up when Randy had smashed his lips against hers again.
"Promise me, Stace," he said, cupping her face and sucking on her lower lip.
Stacy sighed, nodding her head and taking both Randy's hands. "I love you, Randy."
With one final kiss, Randy whispered an "I love you, too," before heading out the locker room. Looking to the side, he found his good friend Batista.
"Good luck out there, man," he said, giving Randy a manly handshake.
"Thanks, Dave. You'll watch her for me?"
Dave gave him an assuring smile. "You can trust me."
Randy smiled back, tightening his grip on the Animal's hand before walking over to the ramp where his entrance music started playing. The fans cheered loudly as he slowly made his way to the cell. Eyeing it with a look of determination on his face, he gradually entered and looked around. He knew the match was going to be bloody.
The Undertaker's entrance music soon played as he came out the usual way. Randy raised his head high, staring at him intently. His fists curled into a tight ball, never keeping his eyes off the opponent. Tonight, he would finally end things with the Deadman.
The match was long and grueling with the two getting restless and both busted wide open; Randy, because the Undertaker had slammed him on the cell's wall and the Undertaker, because Randy smashed the steel steps on his forehead. Stacy had to have her eyes closed half of the match to keep from crying as Batista sat beside her, a grim, serious look on his face.
"What's happening now?" Stacy asked, her delicate hands covering her face.
"Taker just gave Randy an Old School," the Animal declared.
Stacy winced, taking a peek at the TV and found Randy laid down on the mat.
The match went on with the Deadman in control, slamming Randy twice against the steel. Out of nowhere, Randy raked his eyes and applied the RKO on him. Grabbing Taker by the hair, he continuously banged his head on the cell before rolling him inside the ring. Taker fought back and gave Randy numerous punches then pummeled him with a hard scoop slam and a Tombstone Piledriver.
"Shit," Batista muttered, watching as the Deadman pinned his friend. The referee counted, "1!"
"No! Get up, Randy!" Stacy suddenly exclaimed, grabbing Batista's shoulder.
"2!"
"Kick out!" the long-legged diva yelled, tightening her grip on the Animal. As if he heard her, Randy Orton, by some miracle, lifted his shoulder up and ended the referee's count. Undertaker was furious and set him up for a Chokeslam. Randy countered this though by elbowing Taker in the head and then giving him an RKO.
"Yes!" Batista exclaimed. "Pin him now!"
Instead of pinning the Deadman though, Randy grabbed his hair and led him out of the cage.
"What the hell is he doing?" Stacy cried out, looking on as Randy slammed Undertaker's head continuously on the cell's side. This got the Deadman furious, suddenly regaining consciousness and giving Randy an aggravated stare. Randy eyed him in shock, running to the other side and climbing up the cell.
"Oh no…no, you're not…" Batista muttered, watching as his friend reached the top. The Undertaker obviously followed as Randy tried to push him down. Finally, when the Deadman reached the top, him and his opponent eyed each other intensely. Randy's worried gaze turned indomitable, raising his head the same time as his eyebrow.
"Your boyfriend's dead," the Animal stated, earning a glare from the diva.
"Don't say that!"
As the fans' cheering grew louder, the Undertaker and Randy both groped each other to prove who the better man was. With an uppercut, Randy sent the Deadman stumbling but he retaliated, giving Randy a hard chop. They continued to give each other punches and blows until finally, they reached the edge with Randy mere inches away from falling.
"Don't step back, Randy," Stacy prayed, watching in fear as the Deadman gave him another chop.
All of a sudden, Randy turned around and gave his opponent an uppercut. With a dropkick, he sent the Undertaker flying and crashing down below on the Spanish announcer's table. Fans went crazy as did Batista and Stacy as Randy looked around, not believing his eyes. Finally looking down, he hesitated on what he was about to do.
"Oh no you're not gonna do it," Batista muttered once again, warning Stacy to cover her eyes. As if on cue, Randy jumped from the top cell and landed on the Undertaker, giving him an elbow drop. The Deadman remained unconscious and Randy was on the brink of passing out. With enough strength, he placed one arm over Taker's body.
"1!" the referee counted.
"2!" the fans yelled.
"3!" Stacy and Batista exclaimed at the same time, jumping up and cheering wildly for Randy.
"Here is your winner, Randy Orton!" came the announcer's voice as everywhere, people cheered on. Some even stood up to give Randy an ovation.
Stacy smiled proudly at the TV screen. He had done it. Her boyfriend had done it.
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What a beautiful smile
Can I stay for awhile?
On this beautiful night
We'll make everything right
My beautiful la la la la love
La la la la love
My beautiful
La la la la love
La la la la love
My beautiful love
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"You did it, Randy!" Stacy exclaimed, jumping up in her boyfriend's arms and hugging him.
Although his body was screaming in pain and despite the fact that his head was still bleeding, Randy forgot about everything at the moment. All that mattered to him was his beautiful love who was more than happy and proud of him. "Tell you what, after I go shower, we'll head out and celebrate," he winked, inhaling the vanilla scent of Stacy's blonde hair.
"Okay!"
Later that night, as the two continuously made love, Randy tiredly allowed Stacy to lie on his bare chest while raking his hand through her silky, blonde hair. He inwardly sighed in relief as he remembered his victory just moments ago. Now that his storyline with the Deadman was over, nothing could come between him and his beautiful love now. Nothing could keep him from making it up to her, for that time he broke her heart. He loved her too much to be doing anything stupid now.