To Be Saved
(9/?)
Rating: PG-13
Author:Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003@yahoo.com Characters: Victoria, Batista, Dawn Marie, Scott Steiner, Randy Orton, Paul
Wight, Brock Lesnar
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.
Warning: Violence, profanity
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Randy smiled softly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Lisa's head, his fingers running in a soothing motion from her cheek down to her shoulder. He pushed his thumb into the crevice there, massaging softly, causing Lisa to emit a small murmur from the gentle sensation.
"Baby?"
"Hmmm?" She managed, turning her head slightly to study him, before slowly rolling over until she was facing him.
"I'm gonna head to the gym in a couple minutes, alright?" Randy whispered, his voice soothing her. She nodded, a wide yawn escaping her rose-tinted lips. "I want you to rest, you look tired." He told her gently, placing a soft and tender kiss against her lips.
"Alright..." She whispered softly, glad that he was being gentle and tender. Her bruises were throbbing all over her body from their various encounters. Lisa nodded minimally, her fingertips running gently from his cheek to his lips and smiling at the contact. "I'll see you in the morning, then." She spoke, noting that it was almost ten. But what other chance did he really have to go out with his boys?
"Yeah, I'll try to be quiet coming in." Randy told her, a small smile crossing his lips before his features turned extremely serious. "And baby?" He paused until he noted that Lisa's attention was completely on him, and that she was waiting for him to continue. "About earlier... I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry I was hurting you."
Lisa nodded silently, allowing her eyes to close for a short moment. She knew what he was talking about. He was talking about the bruises he'd left behind. He was sorry. She knew the drill. But this time, for some reason... it seemed sincere. Like he was truly sorry for the pain that he'd caused her.
Maybe he was. Maybe this was *her* Randy apologizing. The Randy that she'd missed for so long. And with that, Randy placed another soft kiss on her lips, murmuring a soft 'I love you' before he grabbed his gym bag off of the chair and heading out of the hotel room and going to the gym.
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Randy strolled out into the hallway, making his way down it and to room 113, which happened to be the room that Bill Goldberg was staying in. He sighed slowly, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. "Come on, Bill!" He called loudly, knocking again. When nobody answered he slowly dug for his cell phone, dialing Goldberg's number.
"Hello?"
"Bill, it's me... where the hell are you?"
"Scott and I are down at the gym, I thought you'd be here." Randy rolled his eyes slowly.
"Alright, I'll be there in about twenty minutes... I've gotta stop for gas and then I'll be there. Later, dude." And with that Randy Orton closed his cell phone and slipped it back inside his bag, unaware that there was a pair of eyes watching his moves carefully from just a few doors down the hall.
Randy whistled to himself as he stepped onto the elevator, tapping his fingers against the bag in a bored fashion. Leaning his head back against the wall he closed his eyes, allowing his mind to wander to Lisa. He wondered what was going through her head. He wondered if she had said something to Dave.
Why else would he have come to him to ask questions about Lisa... about her body? He knew one thing, that he'd be talking to Lisa when he got home. He wasn't angry... Dave knew he wouldn't take any shit. And besides, Dave was his friend. Noting that the elevator had reached the lowest level he stepped off, walking out his lips pursed together.
He sighed heavily when he reached the parking lot. "Jesus Christ, Scott took our rental." He muttered quietly, shaking his head in sheer annoyance. He pulled out his cell phone for a second time, opting to call a taxi to pick him up and take him to the gym. He could bitch Scott out when he got there. Why hadn't he just gone with Bill in Bill's truck?
"Well this is lovely." He spoke to himself, putting his cell phone back inside of his bag before he heard a heavy breath behind him. His forehead creased slowly. "Who—" he began but was unable to finish, because as he turned around to see who was standing behind him, breathing down his neck... a fist firmly implanted itself against his jaw.
"Who do you think?" He heard a low tone demand, the larger man's fist pummeling his face repeatedly.
"Fuck! Get the hell off of me!" Randy shouted loudly, swinging his fist at Paul Wight, muttering under his breath as Paul swiftly caught Randy's fist before it could do any damage. Paul smirked in satisfaction as the next swing to the WWE Superstar's face resulted in a nose bleed.
"How does it feel?"
"How does *what* feel?!" Randy shouted loudly, wiping at the blood that had began to flood slowly from his nose, a look of anger filling his eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with you, man? Get the *hell* off of me. Or you'll-- "
"Or I'll what?" Paul demanded lowly, grabbing his shirt by fistfuls and slamming him hard against the SUV that was positioned behind him. "I'll be sorry?" He finished for him before slowly shaking his head, the fury in his eyes all too readable for Randy. "I'm not a woman that weighs nearly half your weight. And I'm not afraid of you, man. So what the fuck is wrong with *you*, not me! You!"
"What the hell did she—" Randy was cut off again as he tried to speak, and shot a glare in the direction of Paul. Paul shook his head slowly, grabbing any reason at all to take another swing at the bastard. He smiled in satisfaction, seeing a bruise beginning to form on his face, and the fact that he was barely able to stand on his feet any longer from the hard blows to his head. Randy swung back at Paul several times in retaliation, and Paul easily absorbed his weakened hits.
"I'd stop fighting." Paul growled lowly. "You leave Lisa alone, or you're going to be sorry. I ever find a bruise on her, or hear you've done *anything* to her. You're a dead man. Your mother will be looking at caskets, you hear me?"
Randy barely nodded, leaning his head back against the vehicle behind him, his right eye beginning to swell. "Whatever, just get the hell off of me..." Randy pushed roughly at the big man, grunting when Paul grabbed hold of either side of his head and slammed them roughly against the vehicle, watching the man fall limply to the ground.
"Maybe now you've learned your lesson." He muttered, leaving the unconscious man on the ground and walking to his car before silently driving away, the burden on his shoulders feeling a bit lighter in knowing that he had proved his point tonight... and that now at least Lisa had a chance.
(9/?)
Rating: PG-13
Author:Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003@yahoo.com Characters: Victoria, Batista, Dawn Marie, Scott Steiner, Randy Orton, Paul
Wight, Brock Lesnar
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.
Warning: Violence, profanity
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Randy smiled softly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Lisa's head, his fingers running in a soothing motion from her cheek down to her shoulder. He pushed his thumb into the crevice there, massaging softly, causing Lisa to emit a small murmur from the gentle sensation.
"Baby?"
"Hmmm?" She managed, turning her head slightly to study him, before slowly rolling over until she was facing him.
"I'm gonna head to the gym in a couple minutes, alright?" Randy whispered, his voice soothing her. She nodded, a wide yawn escaping her rose-tinted lips. "I want you to rest, you look tired." He told her gently, placing a soft and tender kiss against her lips.
"Alright..." She whispered softly, glad that he was being gentle and tender. Her bruises were throbbing all over her body from their various encounters. Lisa nodded minimally, her fingertips running gently from his cheek to his lips and smiling at the contact. "I'll see you in the morning, then." She spoke, noting that it was almost ten. But what other chance did he really have to go out with his boys?
"Yeah, I'll try to be quiet coming in." Randy told her, a small smile crossing his lips before his features turned extremely serious. "And baby?" He paused until he noted that Lisa's attention was completely on him, and that she was waiting for him to continue. "About earlier... I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry I was hurting you."
Lisa nodded silently, allowing her eyes to close for a short moment. She knew what he was talking about. He was talking about the bruises he'd left behind. He was sorry. She knew the drill. But this time, for some reason... it seemed sincere. Like he was truly sorry for the pain that he'd caused her.
Maybe he was. Maybe this was *her* Randy apologizing. The Randy that she'd missed for so long. And with that, Randy placed another soft kiss on her lips, murmuring a soft 'I love you' before he grabbed his gym bag off of the chair and heading out of the hotel room and going to the gym.
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Randy strolled out into the hallway, making his way down it and to room 113, which happened to be the room that Bill Goldberg was staying in. He sighed slowly, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. "Come on, Bill!" He called loudly, knocking again. When nobody answered he slowly dug for his cell phone, dialing Goldberg's number.
"Hello?"
"Bill, it's me... where the hell are you?"
"Scott and I are down at the gym, I thought you'd be here." Randy rolled his eyes slowly.
"Alright, I'll be there in about twenty minutes... I've gotta stop for gas and then I'll be there. Later, dude." And with that Randy Orton closed his cell phone and slipped it back inside his bag, unaware that there was a pair of eyes watching his moves carefully from just a few doors down the hall.
Randy whistled to himself as he stepped onto the elevator, tapping his fingers against the bag in a bored fashion. Leaning his head back against the wall he closed his eyes, allowing his mind to wander to Lisa. He wondered what was going through her head. He wondered if she had said something to Dave.
Why else would he have come to him to ask questions about Lisa... about her body? He knew one thing, that he'd be talking to Lisa when he got home. He wasn't angry... Dave knew he wouldn't take any shit. And besides, Dave was his friend. Noting that the elevator had reached the lowest level he stepped off, walking out his lips pursed together.
He sighed heavily when he reached the parking lot. "Jesus Christ, Scott took our rental." He muttered quietly, shaking his head in sheer annoyance. He pulled out his cell phone for a second time, opting to call a taxi to pick him up and take him to the gym. He could bitch Scott out when he got there. Why hadn't he just gone with Bill in Bill's truck?
"Well this is lovely." He spoke to himself, putting his cell phone back inside of his bag before he heard a heavy breath behind him. His forehead creased slowly. "Who—" he began but was unable to finish, because as he turned around to see who was standing behind him, breathing down his neck... a fist firmly implanted itself against his jaw.
"Who do you think?" He heard a low tone demand, the larger man's fist pummeling his face repeatedly.
"Fuck! Get the hell off of me!" Randy shouted loudly, swinging his fist at Paul Wight, muttering under his breath as Paul swiftly caught Randy's fist before it could do any damage. Paul smirked in satisfaction as the next swing to the WWE Superstar's face resulted in a nose bleed.
"How does it feel?"
"How does *what* feel?!" Randy shouted loudly, wiping at the blood that had began to flood slowly from his nose, a look of anger filling his eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with you, man? Get the *hell* off of me. Or you'll-- "
"Or I'll what?" Paul demanded lowly, grabbing his shirt by fistfuls and slamming him hard against the SUV that was positioned behind him. "I'll be sorry?" He finished for him before slowly shaking his head, the fury in his eyes all too readable for Randy. "I'm not a woman that weighs nearly half your weight. And I'm not afraid of you, man. So what the fuck is wrong with *you*, not me! You!"
"What the hell did she—" Randy was cut off again as he tried to speak, and shot a glare in the direction of Paul. Paul shook his head slowly, grabbing any reason at all to take another swing at the bastard. He smiled in satisfaction, seeing a bruise beginning to form on his face, and the fact that he was barely able to stand on his feet any longer from the hard blows to his head. Randy swung back at Paul several times in retaliation, and Paul easily absorbed his weakened hits.
"I'd stop fighting." Paul growled lowly. "You leave Lisa alone, or you're going to be sorry. I ever find a bruise on her, or hear you've done *anything* to her. You're a dead man. Your mother will be looking at caskets, you hear me?"
Randy barely nodded, leaning his head back against the vehicle behind him, his right eye beginning to swell. "Whatever, just get the hell off of me..." Randy pushed roughly at the big man, grunting when Paul grabbed hold of either side of his head and slammed them roughly against the vehicle, watching the man fall limply to the ground.
"Maybe now you've learned your lesson." He muttered, leaving the unconscious man on the ground and walking to his car before silently driving away, the burden on his shoulders feeling a bit lighter in knowing that he had proved his point tonight... and that now at least Lisa had a chance.
