A/N- Heya! This is a Randy/Stacy fic, and I got the idea from the fics perfect love, by angel4bea, and By My Side, by RKOandLEGS, who are two of the best authors EVER! Any way, this is my first fic, so please review, even to tell me it blows, but please try not to be to harsh, after all, you can't very well expect too much from a first time writer. Hope you enjoy, PEACE OUT!

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"That's it! Get out of here you stupid slutty bitch!"

Stacy left Test and Scott's locker room hurriedly, tears blurring her eyes. She wasn't looking where she was going, and thus, as she turned the corner, she ran straight into a rock solid body.

"Stace? Are you alright, Hon?"

Stacy was caught before she could hit the floor, and she looked up into the concern filled blue eyes of Randy Orton. For the arrogant bastard he played on TV, in reality Randy was one of the sweetest, kind hearted guys she had ever known.

And single, can't forget single. Wait where did that come from!

"STACY! Are you OK?"

"YEAH, yeah, I'm fine, just kind of zoned out there for a second." Stacy replied, standing upright.

"Are you sure? You look like you've been crying." Randy observed.

"WHOA! Where'd you get that huge bruise from!" Randy exclaimed, while examining the darkening bruise on her arm.

"N…N…Nowhere." Stacy finally stuttered out nervously, cursing herself mentally for not covering up the bruise.

"Then why is it in the shape of a hand? And don't tell me you got it from a match, because I know better than that."

"FINE! Test did it OK?" Stacy near screamed, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

"No. It's not OK, Stacy. Come on to my locker room, that way we can get some ice for your elbow, and if you feel up to it, we can talk some more." While Randy was calm on the outside, he was infuriated on the inside.

When I get my hands on Test, I'm going to tear him limb from limb! Wait why did I think that? I mean, I know we're friends and all, but we're no where near as close as her and Jericho, or her and Van Dam. (A/N: For the purposes of this story, RVD is on RAW. Now back to the story!)

His inner battle was disrupted when he heard Stacy's soft, quivering, tearful voice.

"O...Okay."

And with that, they were off down the hall to Randy's locker room.