To Be Saved
(1/?)
Written by: Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003@yahoo.com Characters: Randy Orton, Victoria, Stacy Keibler, Austin, Goldberg, Dawn
Marie, Brock Lesnar and Steiner
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE Divas or Superstars, if I did I would have fun playing around with their *real* lives, not writing fiction about it. LOL. Honestly, though, I'm just a fan having fun with my craft of writing. I hope that you enjoy. I have to give credit to Sarah, a girl who
came up with the basic idea and left it for Britney on her site, Double Reality. Brit allowed me the opportunity to write it and I gladly took it (
Notes: No roster split.
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Lisa Marie Varon sat outside of the arena where Raw would be held that night, her back against the cold brick, her eyes closing as her head leaned back against the hard surface. She exhaled slowly.
"Lis?" Paul Wight, the Big Show paused for a moment before continuing. "What do you say we go for a walk before your run through for the show tonight?"
Lisa shook her head after a moment's thought, her eyes opening to land on his chocolate brown ones. "Thanks for the offer, Paul." She began, pushing her hair in an almost uncomfortable manner behind her ears. "But I already had plans." She bit down on her lightly glossed lips, looking down at her hands and toying with the ring on her finger.
"You have other plans at this exact moment?" Paul rose to his feet, reaching down his large hand for her smaller one, to help her to her feet. "Come on, Lis, I could use the company."
Lisa placed a soft kiss on her best friend's cheek, as she stood on her toes. She then wrapped her arms around him and remained there for a moment. "I'm sure I have other plans at this exact moment, Paul. And in all honesty, I'm late. I'll call you later."
Paul sighed softly as he released his beautiful best friend. "Alright, I guess I'll talk to you later then." He spoke, watching Lisa disappear into the building a moment later. Something had been different with her in the past couple months, and he was bound and determined to find out what that something was.
**********
"You're late." Randy spoke plainly from where he sat in the locker room beside Bill Goldberg.
"I-I know I'm late, and I'm sorry." Lisa apologized softly, walking over to her boyfriend of over a year, and placing a soft kiss on his lips.
"Your lunch went late with the girls?" Randy inquired after a moment. Lisa nodded at his question.
"We got to talking, and we lost track of time. You know how Stacy can get." She bit down on her lip, a nervous habit she had formed. She hated lying to him, but also knew how much he would detest the truth.
"You went out to lunch with Stacy?" Scott Steiner inquired the younger woman as he stepped into the locker room he shared with Randy and several of the other Superstars. Still rolling her lip between her teeth, her eyes met Scott's.
"Yeah. Her, Dawn, and I met for lunch."
"Now, you see, I find that incredibly intriguing." Scott smirked in her direction. She felt her skin crawl. She hated the way he would look at her, the way he'd say things-but despite that, he always seemed to be around her.
She was so used to being strong, so used to being the dominant female. But when she was around Randy and his crew, she knew that she could no longer be that dominant female. They took control.
"And why do you find that intriguing?" Randy spoke for Lisa, studying Scott closely.
"Well, I just came from a meeting with Steve and Vince." Scott began, crossing the room and tossing his gym bag down on the floor before his eyes met that of his friend. "Stacy was there the entire time. Waiting for her 'Steve Time', so to say."
"That's news to me, Lis." Randy spoke, his voice growing hostile as he rose to his feet, crossing the room towards his girlfriend.
"Randy, I-" Lisa began, gulping slowly as she found herself in the midst of a lie. She took a slow step backwards as he neared her. Her eyes flew to Scott's, then Bill's, trying not to panic.
"Care to remind me what I've told you about lying to me?" Randy growled in a low tone, gripping her arms firmly and pushing her against the wall, leaving her with nowhere to go.
"Not to lie." Lisa whispered thickly to Randy, wishing her weren't so close, and that he wasn't holding her so tightly. She hated herself for allowing him to take control of her so easily.
"And what did I say would happen if you lied to me?"
"That I'd regret it." Lisa squeezed her eyes shut at her own words, feeling his hands tighten slightly on her arms, his face moving closer to hers, his face a mere inch from hers.
"Did you think I was joking?" Randy asked her in a deep voice, his tone threatening.
"No." Her voice was shaky as she answered him, Bill and Scott simply talking amongst themselves as though she weren't in a completely different world. As though something abnormal wasn't occurring presently.
"Where were you if you weren't with Stacy?" Randy asked her, speaking again as her eyes remained closed, backing his face away some to study her features. "Open you eyes. And I would suggest the truth."
"I-I was with Paul." Lisa told him reluctantly, her head dropping silently.
"Paul? As in Paul Wight?" Randy demanded, his eyes flickering with anger at her quiet and reluctant confession. "And what have I told you about seeing him?" He spoke through clenched teeth, his hands squeezing, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to cause her momentary physical pain.
"Paul is my best friend!"
"Was your best friend. You don't need any guy friends. You've got Dawn and Stacy."
"Yes, I do need a guy friend. He's been my best friend for years and I can't just throw that away. I can throw a lot away for you, Randy. But Paul is not one of those things." Lisa told him, her voice with a fervor she rarely ever held, or showed anymore. If there was one thing that Lisa was passionate about, it was Paul.
"Yeah, we'll see about that, now won't we?" Randy managed the short statement before releasing her arms. "My suggestion would be to leave while you still have the choice. Before we have a little accident on our hands."
Lisa silently slipped past Randy, stopping dead in her tracks at his voice. "Lis?"
"Yeah?" Lisa spoke reluctantly, her eyes closing silently.
"Give me your keys and your key card. You aren't going anywhere without me tonight. And if you do go elsewhere, I want to know when you get back." Randy told her, walking over to her. He waited silently for her to hand over the keys to her vehicle and the key card to the hotel, which she did a moment later. "I'll see you tonight."
And with that, Lisa silently escaped the room, without any bruises. She exhaled heavily, beginning down the hallway. She would go and see Dawn, and the two of them could talk. Not about Randy, but just. talk. Dawn had always been a good friend to her, and one that Randy seemingly approved of.
"Excuse me." Lisa spoke, her voice soft and timid as a large frame blocked her access to Dawn's room. She cleared her throat, realizing the unnatural quality that her voice had taken on.
She heard a hostile, cold laugh escape Brock Lesnar's lips. "There's no excuse for you, Lisa." And with that, Brock stepped out of her way and escaped down the hallway in the opposite direction.
"Tell me something I don't already know." Lisa breathed out, once sure that nobody was within ear-shot. Her head lowering silently as she knocked on Dawn's door, waiting for a short moment until the door opened. And as she disappeared into the locker room, she was completely unaware of the eyes that had studied her from down the hall.
(1/?)
Written by: Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003@yahoo.com Characters: Randy Orton, Victoria, Stacy Keibler, Austin, Goldberg, Dawn
Marie, Brock Lesnar and Steiner
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE Divas or Superstars, if I did I would have fun playing around with their *real* lives, not writing fiction about it. LOL. Honestly, though, I'm just a fan having fun with my craft of writing. I hope that you enjoy. I have to give credit to Sarah, a girl who
came up with the basic idea and left it for Britney on her site, Double Reality. Brit allowed me the opportunity to write it and I gladly took it (
Notes: No roster split.
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Lisa Marie Varon sat outside of the arena where Raw would be held that night, her back against the cold brick, her eyes closing as her head leaned back against the hard surface. She exhaled slowly.
"Lis?" Paul Wight, the Big Show paused for a moment before continuing. "What do you say we go for a walk before your run through for the show tonight?"
Lisa shook her head after a moment's thought, her eyes opening to land on his chocolate brown ones. "Thanks for the offer, Paul." She began, pushing her hair in an almost uncomfortable manner behind her ears. "But I already had plans." She bit down on her lightly glossed lips, looking down at her hands and toying with the ring on her finger.
"You have other plans at this exact moment?" Paul rose to his feet, reaching down his large hand for her smaller one, to help her to her feet. "Come on, Lis, I could use the company."
Lisa placed a soft kiss on her best friend's cheek, as she stood on her toes. She then wrapped her arms around him and remained there for a moment. "I'm sure I have other plans at this exact moment, Paul. And in all honesty, I'm late. I'll call you later."
Paul sighed softly as he released his beautiful best friend. "Alright, I guess I'll talk to you later then." He spoke, watching Lisa disappear into the building a moment later. Something had been different with her in the past couple months, and he was bound and determined to find out what that something was.
**********
"You're late." Randy spoke plainly from where he sat in the locker room beside Bill Goldberg.
"I-I know I'm late, and I'm sorry." Lisa apologized softly, walking over to her boyfriend of over a year, and placing a soft kiss on his lips.
"Your lunch went late with the girls?" Randy inquired after a moment. Lisa nodded at his question.
"We got to talking, and we lost track of time. You know how Stacy can get." She bit down on her lip, a nervous habit she had formed. She hated lying to him, but also knew how much he would detest the truth.
"You went out to lunch with Stacy?" Scott Steiner inquired the younger woman as he stepped into the locker room he shared with Randy and several of the other Superstars. Still rolling her lip between her teeth, her eyes met Scott's.
"Yeah. Her, Dawn, and I met for lunch."
"Now, you see, I find that incredibly intriguing." Scott smirked in her direction. She felt her skin crawl. She hated the way he would look at her, the way he'd say things-but despite that, he always seemed to be around her.
She was so used to being strong, so used to being the dominant female. But when she was around Randy and his crew, she knew that she could no longer be that dominant female. They took control.
"And why do you find that intriguing?" Randy spoke for Lisa, studying Scott closely.
"Well, I just came from a meeting with Steve and Vince." Scott began, crossing the room and tossing his gym bag down on the floor before his eyes met that of his friend. "Stacy was there the entire time. Waiting for her 'Steve Time', so to say."
"That's news to me, Lis." Randy spoke, his voice growing hostile as he rose to his feet, crossing the room towards his girlfriend.
"Randy, I-" Lisa began, gulping slowly as she found herself in the midst of a lie. She took a slow step backwards as he neared her. Her eyes flew to Scott's, then Bill's, trying not to panic.
"Care to remind me what I've told you about lying to me?" Randy growled in a low tone, gripping her arms firmly and pushing her against the wall, leaving her with nowhere to go.
"Not to lie." Lisa whispered thickly to Randy, wishing her weren't so close, and that he wasn't holding her so tightly. She hated herself for allowing him to take control of her so easily.
"And what did I say would happen if you lied to me?"
"That I'd regret it." Lisa squeezed her eyes shut at her own words, feeling his hands tighten slightly on her arms, his face moving closer to hers, his face a mere inch from hers.
"Did you think I was joking?" Randy asked her in a deep voice, his tone threatening.
"No." Her voice was shaky as she answered him, Bill and Scott simply talking amongst themselves as though she weren't in a completely different world. As though something abnormal wasn't occurring presently.
"Where were you if you weren't with Stacy?" Randy asked her, speaking again as her eyes remained closed, backing his face away some to study her features. "Open you eyes. And I would suggest the truth."
"I-I was with Paul." Lisa told him reluctantly, her head dropping silently.
"Paul? As in Paul Wight?" Randy demanded, his eyes flickering with anger at her quiet and reluctant confession. "And what have I told you about seeing him?" He spoke through clenched teeth, his hands squeezing, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to cause her momentary physical pain.
"Paul is my best friend!"
"Was your best friend. You don't need any guy friends. You've got Dawn and Stacy."
"Yes, I do need a guy friend. He's been my best friend for years and I can't just throw that away. I can throw a lot away for you, Randy. But Paul is not one of those things." Lisa told him, her voice with a fervor she rarely ever held, or showed anymore. If there was one thing that Lisa was passionate about, it was Paul.
"Yeah, we'll see about that, now won't we?" Randy managed the short statement before releasing her arms. "My suggestion would be to leave while you still have the choice. Before we have a little accident on our hands."
Lisa silently slipped past Randy, stopping dead in her tracks at his voice. "Lis?"
"Yeah?" Lisa spoke reluctantly, her eyes closing silently.
"Give me your keys and your key card. You aren't going anywhere without me tonight. And if you do go elsewhere, I want to know when you get back." Randy told her, walking over to her. He waited silently for her to hand over the keys to her vehicle and the key card to the hotel, which she did a moment later. "I'll see you tonight."
And with that, Lisa silently escaped the room, without any bruises. She exhaled heavily, beginning down the hallway. She would go and see Dawn, and the two of them could talk. Not about Randy, but just. talk. Dawn had always been a good friend to her, and one that Randy seemingly approved of.
"Excuse me." Lisa spoke, her voice soft and timid as a large frame blocked her access to Dawn's room. She cleared her throat, realizing the unnatural quality that her voice had taken on.
She heard a hostile, cold laugh escape Brock Lesnar's lips. "There's no excuse for you, Lisa." And with that, Brock stepped out of her way and escaped down the hallway in the opposite direction.
"Tell me something I don't already know." Lisa breathed out, once sure that nobody was within ear-shot. Her head lowering silently as she knocked on Dawn's door, waiting for a short moment until the door opened. And as she disappeared into the locker room, she was completely unaware of the eyes that had studied her from down the hall.
