To Be Saved
(3/?)
Written by: Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003@yahoo.com Characters: Randy Orton, Victoria, Stacy Keibler, Austin, Goldberg, Dawn
Marie, Brock Lesnar, Dave Batista 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.
Lisa pushed a perfectly curled strand of dark auburn hair behind her ears, trying to force her hands into steady movement, as they wanted to shake without her consent. Her deep brown eyes met Randy's, seeing the anger and rage that so deeply engulfed his eyes. The anger that she knew, deep down, she had caused.
Reluctantly, she allowed a breath of fresh air to escape from her lungs and out her rose-tinted lips. She didn't know how to react, as he was standing in front of her: motionless. He hadn't spoken yet, but Lisa could see that his eyes were layered so deeply with anger.
"You're late." Randy told her with an undertone of shaken fury.
"I—I know, Randy." Lisa spoke quietly, her pretty brown eyes downcast, her fingers pulling nervously at each other, trying to hide what had become a light trembling of her body.
"I don't remember asking for you to speak." Randy growled lowly at his girlfriend, and the way he viewed her: his property. He roughly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into the hotel room. "Close the door." He instructed as she silently did as he asked, and locked it before she reluctantly turned to face him.
This was the man who had once charmed her, romanced her... and who she had honestly thought loved her, at one point. And maybe he did, in his own way. Maybe he did love her. And maybe if she kept thinking that, kept repeating that thought in her head, maybe it would make all that was happening in her relationship with Randy okay.
"Why were you late?" Randy asked lowly of the woman before him, raising an eyebrow slowly as he stepped closer to her, in small strides, until her back was pressed firmly against the door of the hotel room.
"I—I, Randy..." Lisa exhaled shakily, her eyes closing for a moment, searching for words. It was as though along with her body freezing, so had her voice. And she could barely sputter out a word, let alone a logical sentence. "Traffic... we were—we were in traffic."
"Traffic made you that late?" Randy furrowed his eyebrows slowly at her. "Why is it that I think you're lying to me?"
"Randy, I'm not lying!" Lisa cried out, biting down on her lip instantly as she felt his hand quickly come into contact with her cheek. She winced, fighting back tears at the intense stinging sensation.
"Don't raise your voice to me, Lisa. Not ever." He told her deeply, his handsome face overcome with a look of anger. She knew nobody in the company, in the WWE had ever seen him like this. That is, nobody other than the small circle of 'friends' that knew him, that knew the real him.
Lisa remained quiet, standing silently in front of him, finally able to rid her eyes of the tears that wanted to spill so freely from them. Her eyes locked on his for a moment before she spoke, barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, anything to make me back off, huh?" Randy spoke slowly as he studied her. "You think I don't know?"
"That you don't know... what?" Lisa gulped slowly before seeing a sadistic smirk cross Randy's face. She clenched her fists tightly, trying to calm herself to the best of her ability. She knew what usually came with that look. She knew the pummeling fists, the harsh words.
"Scott and Bill were at Adam's party." Randy told her roughly, his eyes boring into hers. His croonies, Scott Steiner and Bill Goldberg. Watching her every move, reporting back to Randy. She should have known better. "They saw who you left with. They saw who you left with and when."
Lisa felt her world crumbling around her, her knees shaking unwillingly as she leaned her toned form back against the door, in need of that support. Her eyes closed for a moment, wanting so badly to gain her composure... to be able to speak and to have him believe the words that she's saying to be the truth. "Randy..."
"What?" He asked her curtly, his eyes never leaving her, watching her squirm at his inquiries.
"Paul and I are just friends. That's all he and I will ever be. He's married with a daughter, for Christ's sake."
"That's supposed to mean something to me?" He asked her after a moment, bringing his face close to hers as she spoke in a low, menacing tone. "I told you that you don't need any male friends. Especially that asshole you consider a friend, Paul Wight. Drop his fat ass, or you're going to regret it."
"Randy, please... Paul's my best friend. He's been my best friend for three years now. I can't just give that up. I can't just let that go!" Lisa inhaled sharply, feeling one of his hands close around her throat, holding her head there as she struggled to breathe.
"I said drop his ass." Randy brought his lips to hers in a bitingly rough kiss, with no feeling, no emotion. No emotion other than anger. Just hard, rough, painful. Lisa whimpered quietly into his lips before he pulled away, smirking down at her helpless form. This was the woman he had created. He had made her helpless, and he prided himself in that.
He loosened his grip around her neck, not wanting to leave a bruise in a place so plainly visible. He wouldn't want anyone to ask questions. He wouldn't want anyone to find out their secret.
"Do as I say, Lisa. Do as I say or you won't be the only one that's going to pay for your selfishness." He warned slowly, his eyes locking on her fear-filled ones. He slowly released her neck, hearing her gasp for air, watching her struggle to gain back a normal flow of oxygen.
Lisa rubbed gently at her throat, her eyes closing for a moment. "Randy, I need... I need his friendship."
"His friendship, huh?" Randy grabbed her by the arm, gripping tightly, knowing the firm grip is bruising the soft skin beneath his fingers. "Is that what you call sex now, babe, friendship? I'm not an idiot. You left Adam's before 11:00. It's at most, a thirty-minute ride; I can do the math. You didn't get back until twelve." As his voice rose in tone, his grip tightened on her arm and she whimpered in pain.
"You don't need anyone but me. You forget about Paul Wight and you forget about him now, do you get my drift, Lis?"
Lisa nodded slowly, shakily, holding a sob within as she shook unsteadily. She wanted him to stop. She wanted the pain to stop, the accusations... she just wanted Randy back. The Randy she had fallen in love with. But deep down, she knew she would never see him again. That Randy had died a long time ago; the Randy that had brought her roses, and surprised her just because he cared... he was long gone.
And she also knew, that she had to give up the steadiest thing she'd ever had in her life: Paul. Because if she didn't, she knew there would be serious repercussions, not only for herself... but for Paul. She'd do anything for him, even if that thing was letting him go.
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"Excuse me..." Lisa spoke, her tone at a quiet level as she tried to side- step Paul, who was waiting for her in front of the women's locker room. She'd been avoiding him all day. But she knew, at some point she'd come face to face with him, and she was still at a loss as to what to do.
"Paul..." She trailed off slowly, raking a hand through her long, dark tresses.
"Lis, where have you been all day?" Paul asked, raising an eyebrow slightly as he looked down at her. "I haven't been able to find you all day. I can always find you." He frowned slowly, his eyes meeting hers. He had a sinking feeling that she had been avoiding him. And that thought worried him. "I didn't even see you in the catering room today..." He trailed off slowly.
"Look, Paul, I've gotta—" Lisa's nose wrinkled in distaste as she tried to step around his large form, and he followed her steps, blocking her path, placing a hand gently on her shoulder to stop her.
"Don't even say you've gotta go, Lis. We need to have a talk." He informed her, his tone serious. He had a sad look on his face, and she felt it tearing at her heart. She wanted so badly to wrap her arms around Paul, to apologize to him. But she knew that right now that wasn't possible. She wouldn't endanger his daughter, his wife. But above all, she wouldn't endanger him.
"Paul, as much as I would love to sit down and talk nice right now..." Lisa exhaled slowly, forcing a cold, unexpressive look to cross her face. "I have better things to do."
With those words lingering in the now silent and tense air, she stepped around Paul and walked into the women's locker room. She closed the door behind herself, pressing her back against it and shutting her eyes. The pit that had formed in her stomach reminding her that she'd just shut her best friend out of the women's locker room—and in essence, out of her life.
(3/?)
Written by: Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003@yahoo.com Characters: Randy Orton, Victoria, Stacy Keibler, Austin, Goldberg, Dawn
Marie, Brock Lesnar, Dave Batista 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.
Lisa pushed a perfectly curled strand of dark auburn hair behind her ears, trying to force her hands into steady movement, as they wanted to shake without her consent. Her deep brown eyes met Randy's, seeing the anger and rage that so deeply engulfed his eyes. The anger that she knew, deep down, she had caused.
Reluctantly, she allowed a breath of fresh air to escape from her lungs and out her rose-tinted lips. She didn't know how to react, as he was standing in front of her: motionless. He hadn't spoken yet, but Lisa could see that his eyes were layered so deeply with anger.
"You're late." Randy told her with an undertone of shaken fury.
"I—I know, Randy." Lisa spoke quietly, her pretty brown eyes downcast, her fingers pulling nervously at each other, trying to hide what had become a light trembling of her body.
"I don't remember asking for you to speak." Randy growled lowly at his girlfriend, and the way he viewed her: his property. He roughly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into the hotel room. "Close the door." He instructed as she silently did as he asked, and locked it before she reluctantly turned to face him.
This was the man who had once charmed her, romanced her... and who she had honestly thought loved her, at one point. And maybe he did, in his own way. Maybe he did love her. And maybe if she kept thinking that, kept repeating that thought in her head, maybe it would make all that was happening in her relationship with Randy okay.
"Why were you late?" Randy asked lowly of the woman before him, raising an eyebrow slowly as he stepped closer to her, in small strides, until her back was pressed firmly against the door of the hotel room.
"I—I, Randy..." Lisa exhaled shakily, her eyes closing for a moment, searching for words. It was as though along with her body freezing, so had her voice. And she could barely sputter out a word, let alone a logical sentence. "Traffic... we were—we were in traffic."
"Traffic made you that late?" Randy furrowed his eyebrows slowly at her. "Why is it that I think you're lying to me?"
"Randy, I'm not lying!" Lisa cried out, biting down on her lip instantly as she felt his hand quickly come into contact with her cheek. She winced, fighting back tears at the intense stinging sensation.
"Don't raise your voice to me, Lisa. Not ever." He told her deeply, his handsome face overcome with a look of anger. She knew nobody in the company, in the WWE had ever seen him like this. That is, nobody other than the small circle of 'friends' that knew him, that knew the real him.
Lisa remained quiet, standing silently in front of him, finally able to rid her eyes of the tears that wanted to spill so freely from them. Her eyes locked on his for a moment before she spoke, barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, anything to make me back off, huh?" Randy spoke slowly as he studied her. "You think I don't know?"
"That you don't know... what?" Lisa gulped slowly before seeing a sadistic smirk cross Randy's face. She clenched her fists tightly, trying to calm herself to the best of her ability. She knew what usually came with that look. She knew the pummeling fists, the harsh words.
"Scott and Bill were at Adam's party." Randy told her roughly, his eyes boring into hers. His croonies, Scott Steiner and Bill Goldberg. Watching her every move, reporting back to Randy. She should have known better. "They saw who you left with. They saw who you left with and when."
Lisa felt her world crumbling around her, her knees shaking unwillingly as she leaned her toned form back against the door, in need of that support. Her eyes closed for a moment, wanting so badly to gain her composure... to be able to speak and to have him believe the words that she's saying to be the truth. "Randy..."
"What?" He asked her curtly, his eyes never leaving her, watching her squirm at his inquiries.
"Paul and I are just friends. That's all he and I will ever be. He's married with a daughter, for Christ's sake."
"That's supposed to mean something to me?" He asked her after a moment, bringing his face close to hers as she spoke in a low, menacing tone. "I told you that you don't need any male friends. Especially that asshole you consider a friend, Paul Wight. Drop his fat ass, or you're going to regret it."
"Randy, please... Paul's my best friend. He's been my best friend for three years now. I can't just give that up. I can't just let that go!" Lisa inhaled sharply, feeling one of his hands close around her throat, holding her head there as she struggled to breathe.
"I said drop his ass." Randy brought his lips to hers in a bitingly rough kiss, with no feeling, no emotion. No emotion other than anger. Just hard, rough, painful. Lisa whimpered quietly into his lips before he pulled away, smirking down at her helpless form. This was the woman he had created. He had made her helpless, and he prided himself in that.
He loosened his grip around her neck, not wanting to leave a bruise in a place so plainly visible. He wouldn't want anyone to ask questions. He wouldn't want anyone to find out their secret.
"Do as I say, Lisa. Do as I say or you won't be the only one that's going to pay for your selfishness." He warned slowly, his eyes locking on her fear-filled ones. He slowly released her neck, hearing her gasp for air, watching her struggle to gain back a normal flow of oxygen.
Lisa rubbed gently at her throat, her eyes closing for a moment. "Randy, I need... I need his friendship."
"His friendship, huh?" Randy grabbed her by the arm, gripping tightly, knowing the firm grip is bruising the soft skin beneath his fingers. "Is that what you call sex now, babe, friendship? I'm not an idiot. You left Adam's before 11:00. It's at most, a thirty-minute ride; I can do the math. You didn't get back until twelve." As his voice rose in tone, his grip tightened on her arm and she whimpered in pain.
"You don't need anyone but me. You forget about Paul Wight and you forget about him now, do you get my drift, Lis?"
Lisa nodded slowly, shakily, holding a sob within as she shook unsteadily. She wanted him to stop. She wanted the pain to stop, the accusations... she just wanted Randy back. The Randy she had fallen in love with. But deep down, she knew she would never see him again. That Randy had died a long time ago; the Randy that had brought her roses, and surprised her just because he cared... he was long gone.
And she also knew, that she had to give up the steadiest thing she'd ever had in her life: Paul. Because if she didn't, she knew there would be serious repercussions, not only for herself... but for Paul. She'd do anything for him, even if that thing was letting him go.
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"Excuse me..." Lisa spoke, her tone at a quiet level as she tried to side- step Paul, who was waiting for her in front of the women's locker room. She'd been avoiding him all day. But she knew, at some point she'd come face to face with him, and she was still at a loss as to what to do.
"Paul..." She trailed off slowly, raking a hand through her long, dark tresses.
"Lis, where have you been all day?" Paul asked, raising an eyebrow slightly as he looked down at her. "I haven't been able to find you all day. I can always find you." He frowned slowly, his eyes meeting hers. He had a sinking feeling that she had been avoiding him. And that thought worried him. "I didn't even see you in the catering room today..." He trailed off slowly.
"Look, Paul, I've gotta—" Lisa's nose wrinkled in distaste as she tried to step around his large form, and he followed her steps, blocking her path, placing a hand gently on her shoulder to stop her.
"Don't even say you've gotta go, Lis. We need to have a talk." He informed her, his tone serious. He had a sad look on his face, and she felt it tearing at her heart. She wanted so badly to wrap her arms around Paul, to apologize to him. But she knew that right now that wasn't possible. She wouldn't endanger his daughter, his wife. But above all, she wouldn't endanger him.
"Paul, as much as I would love to sit down and talk nice right now..." Lisa exhaled slowly, forcing a cold, unexpressive look to cross her face. "I have better things to do."
With those words lingering in the now silent and tense air, she stepped around Paul and walked into the women's locker room. She closed the door behind herself, pressing her back against it and shutting her eyes. The pit that had formed in her stomach reminding her that she'd just shut her best friend out of the women's locker room—and in essence, out of her life.
