To Be Saved
(6/?)
Rating: PG-13
Author:Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003@yahoo.com
Characters: Victoria, Batista, Dawn Marie, Scott Steiner, Randy Orton
Genre: Drama Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of this fiction, they are all property of themselves. I am however owner of this work of fiction, and
would greatly appreciate NOT being plagiarized.
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Lisa's eyes fluttered closed for a short moment before her eyes moved to Randy's, reluctantly. There was this anger in his eyes that she knew she wouldn't be able to penetrate. She swallowed slowly, glancing down at her hands, hearing Randy and Scott speak.
"Randy, man, I'll leave you to do what needs to be done. I'll see you later at the gym." And with that, Scott exited the room, leaving the two alone.
"So, baby..." Randy spoke slowly, walking towards her as she ran her hands in an uncomfortable motion up and down her arms. "Is there anything we need to talk about?"
"No, there's nothing we need to talk about. But I told Stacy I'd meet her—" Lisa bit down on her lip, moving to step around Randy.
"Not gonna happen." He growled lowly, gripping her arm tightly. "You and I have a lot to talk about." He quickly locked the door, his eyes meeting hers, noting the look of panic he had caused in her eyes. He reveled in the look, as though the look to him was a sort of gratification.
"But baby..." Lisa gulped slowly, stepping backwards carefully. "I promised her." She whispered hoarsely.
"Too bad. You wanna know what I was just informed of?" Her eyes shut tightly, balling her fists, her breathing becoming labored. He slammed his fist into the wall right beside her head, making her jump, her heart pounding hard against her chest, trying to escape. "I *said* is there anything you'd like to inform me of?"
"I—there's nothing, Randy.."
"Nothing, that's what you call it now? You're fucking cheating on me and that's nothing to you?" He asked her in a low tone, grabbing her arms roughly and pushing her into the wall, wanting her to feel some sort of pain. To make her know that she would have to pay for double-crossing him.
"I'm not cheating on you." Lisa spoke unsteadily, her eyes squeezing shut as he was so close to her, feeling his breath on her face; able to smell the sweat that had formed on his body from his match earlier that night.
"Not cheating on me? You're screwing Paul! How is that *not* cheating on me?"
"Randy, I swear to you—" Her voice began to waver, her eyes shutting tightly, trying her hardest not to shake in fear at the anger that was exuding from him.
"Shut up!" Randy's hand swiftly met her jaw, a cry of pain escaping the lips of the raven-haired woman. She exhaled carefully, the weight of her slender body resting against the wall. "You're screwing Paul Wight, that fat bastard..." He muttered, his hands going to work on her blouse before his eyes bore into hers, emitting a short sadistic laugh. "There's only one man who can satisfy you, huh, baby? Make you *scream*?"
"Randy, please."
"Do you even know how many women would pay to be in the position you're in now?" Randy growled, pulling her blouse off roughly before pushing her hard against the wall, hearing her whimper in pain. She shut her eyes tightly, taking a swing at him. She wanted to get away, just wanted to get him off of her. She cared about him so much, so why was he doing this to her?
"Let me up! Randy, you're hurting me!"
"Oh, it's gonna hurt a lot more." He grinned down at her, before taking her lips roughly with his, his hands moving along her body and to her jeans, unsnapping them. "You know..." He trailed off slowly, before smacking her side lightly and studying her figure. "You could lose a few pounds. Go on a diet."
"I don't need..." Lisa spoke shakily, her tears falling slowly.
"You're packing on the pounds, Lis, pretty soon, I'm not gonna want you." Lisa silently bowed her head in shame, suddenly feeling very self- conscious, very unsure, and very insecure. She lost the ability to fight him, the only movement that she was able to make, was the silent blinking of her eyes that pushed her tears down her cheeks.
Randy slipped her jeans off of her hips before his hand moved to her chin, taking it firmly in his strong palm and kissing her forcefully, pressing her body firmly to the wall.
Suddenly, Lisa's eyes flew open as there was a loud pounding on the locker room door. "Randy, man, you in there?" Dave Batista called through the door, raising an eyebrow slowly when he found that the locker room door was locked.
"Yeah, man, just uh... just give me a minute!" Randy called, his eyes locking on her now widely alert ones and speaking lowly. "Not a word of anything unwilling, huh? Or you'll be a very sore woman tonight." He threatened in a deep whisper against her ear. She nodded silently before quickly dressing and wiping at her tear stained cheeks, trying to regain her composure as Randy walked to the door and unlocked it, allowing Dave in.
She sat on one of the benches silently, her arms crossed over her chest as the large man entered the locker room. "Hey Randy, Lis."
"What brings you here, Dave?" Randy asked nonchalantly, walking over to his bag and pulling his water bottle out and taking several long gulps.
"There's something I needed to talk to you about... in private." He eyed Lisa, who had been silent since he stepped foot in the room, which was very uncharacteristic of her. And she was very jumpy. "Lisa, could you excuse us?"
Lisa sat there silently, unaware that anyone had spoken to her.
"Lisa?"
She drew in a sharp breath, jumping as she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Lis... could you excuse me and Randy for a while? Maybe just meet back up with him at the hotel. There's something he and I need to talk about."
"Yeah... yeah no problem." Lisa nodded silently, placing a quick kiss on Randy's cheek and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "I'll see you back at the hotel. Call when you're on your way, I'm gonna go hang out with Dawn in her room."
"Alright baby, I love you." Randy spoke sweetly.
Lisa forced a smile at his words. "Love you too, Randy." What a line of bull shit. *He* loved her. Not in this lifetime.
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Lisa ran a hand through her hair slowly, pursing her lips together as she looked at the room number and knocked. She sighed slowly as nobody answered the door, knocking once again. She decided she'd give Dawn another moment before she headed back to her room alone. She looked down at the beverage tray that she held from the café downstairs; two mochas.
Finally, the door opened, and Lisa felt a knot form in her stomach at the man who stood before her, beside Dawn; she had found herself in the most uncomfortable predicament, and she wasn't quite sure as to how she was going to get herself out of it.
(6/?)
Rating: PG-13
Author:Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003@yahoo.com
Characters: Victoria, Batista, Dawn Marie, Scott Steiner, Randy Orton
Genre: Drama Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of this fiction, they are all property of themselves. I am however owner of this work of fiction, and
would greatly appreciate NOT being plagiarized.
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Lisa's eyes fluttered closed for a short moment before her eyes moved to Randy's, reluctantly. There was this anger in his eyes that she knew she wouldn't be able to penetrate. She swallowed slowly, glancing down at her hands, hearing Randy and Scott speak.
"Randy, man, I'll leave you to do what needs to be done. I'll see you later at the gym." And with that, Scott exited the room, leaving the two alone.
"So, baby..." Randy spoke slowly, walking towards her as she ran her hands in an uncomfortable motion up and down her arms. "Is there anything we need to talk about?"
"No, there's nothing we need to talk about. But I told Stacy I'd meet her—" Lisa bit down on her lip, moving to step around Randy.
"Not gonna happen." He growled lowly, gripping her arm tightly. "You and I have a lot to talk about." He quickly locked the door, his eyes meeting hers, noting the look of panic he had caused in her eyes. He reveled in the look, as though the look to him was a sort of gratification.
"But baby..." Lisa gulped slowly, stepping backwards carefully. "I promised her." She whispered hoarsely.
"Too bad. You wanna know what I was just informed of?" Her eyes shut tightly, balling her fists, her breathing becoming labored. He slammed his fist into the wall right beside her head, making her jump, her heart pounding hard against her chest, trying to escape. "I *said* is there anything you'd like to inform me of?"
"I—there's nothing, Randy.."
"Nothing, that's what you call it now? You're fucking cheating on me and that's nothing to you?" He asked her in a low tone, grabbing her arms roughly and pushing her into the wall, wanting her to feel some sort of pain. To make her know that she would have to pay for double-crossing him.
"I'm not cheating on you." Lisa spoke unsteadily, her eyes squeezing shut as he was so close to her, feeling his breath on her face; able to smell the sweat that had formed on his body from his match earlier that night.
"Not cheating on me? You're screwing Paul! How is that *not* cheating on me?"
"Randy, I swear to you—" Her voice began to waver, her eyes shutting tightly, trying her hardest not to shake in fear at the anger that was exuding from him.
"Shut up!" Randy's hand swiftly met her jaw, a cry of pain escaping the lips of the raven-haired woman. She exhaled carefully, the weight of her slender body resting against the wall. "You're screwing Paul Wight, that fat bastard..." He muttered, his hands going to work on her blouse before his eyes bore into hers, emitting a short sadistic laugh. "There's only one man who can satisfy you, huh, baby? Make you *scream*?"
"Randy, please."
"Do you even know how many women would pay to be in the position you're in now?" Randy growled, pulling her blouse off roughly before pushing her hard against the wall, hearing her whimper in pain. She shut her eyes tightly, taking a swing at him. She wanted to get away, just wanted to get him off of her. She cared about him so much, so why was he doing this to her?
"Let me up! Randy, you're hurting me!"
"Oh, it's gonna hurt a lot more." He grinned down at her, before taking her lips roughly with his, his hands moving along her body and to her jeans, unsnapping them. "You know..." He trailed off slowly, before smacking her side lightly and studying her figure. "You could lose a few pounds. Go on a diet."
"I don't need..." Lisa spoke shakily, her tears falling slowly.
"You're packing on the pounds, Lis, pretty soon, I'm not gonna want you." Lisa silently bowed her head in shame, suddenly feeling very self- conscious, very unsure, and very insecure. She lost the ability to fight him, the only movement that she was able to make, was the silent blinking of her eyes that pushed her tears down her cheeks.
Randy slipped her jeans off of her hips before his hand moved to her chin, taking it firmly in his strong palm and kissing her forcefully, pressing her body firmly to the wall.
Suddenly, Lisa's eyes flew open as there was a loud pounding on the locker room door. "Randy, man, you in there?" Dave Batista called through the door, raising an eyebrow slowly when he found that the locker room door was locked.
"Yeah, man, just uh... just give me a minute!" Randy called, his eyes locking on her now widely alert ones and speaking lowly. "Not a word of anything unwilling, huh? Or you'll be a very sore woman tonight." He threatened in a deep whisper against her ear. She nodded silently before quickly dressing and wiping at her tear stained cheeks, trying to regain her composure as Randy walked to the door and unlocked it, allowing Dave in.
She sat on one of the benches silently, her arms crossed over her chest as the large man entered the locker room. "Hey Randy, Lis."
"What brings you here, Dave?" Randy asked nonchalantly, walking over to his bag and pulling his water bottle out and taking several long gulps.
"There's something I needed to talk to you about... in private." He eyed Lisa, who had been silent since he stepped foot in the room, which was very uncharacteristic of her. And she was very jumpy. "Lisa, could you excuse us?"
Lisa sat there silently, unaware that anyone had spoken to her.
"Lisa?"
She drew in a sharp breath, jumping as she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Lis... could you excuse me and Randy for a while? Maybe just meet back up with him at the hotel. There's something he and I need to talk about."
"Yeah... yeah no problem." Lisa nodded silently, placing a quick kiss on Randy's cheek and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "I'll see you back at the hotel. Call when you're on your way, I'm gonna go hang out with Dawn in her room."
"Alright baby, I love you." Randy spoke sweetly.
Lisa forced a smile at his words. "Love you too, Randy." What a line of bull shit. *He* loved her. Not in this lifetime.
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Lisa ran a hand through her hair slowly, pursing her lips together as she looked at the room number and knocked. She sighed slowly as nobody answered the door, knocking once again. She decided she'd give Dawn another moment before she headed back to her room alone. She looked down at the beverage tray that she held from the café downstairs; two mochas.
Finally, the door opened, and Lisa felt a knot form in her stomach at the man who stood before her, beside Dawn; she had found herself in the most uncomfortable predicament, and she wasn't quite sure as to how she was going to get herself out of it.
