Disclaimer: Oh how I wished I owned Randy Orton. But alas, I am but a lowly Clevelander. sigh I guess I'll just live the rest of my life in a dreamland, where Randy is mine and Green pixies fly me candy everyday. Oh, well.
A/N: I'm SOOOOOOOOOO sorry I took so long to update. HEY! I GOT REVIEWS! KEWL! clears throat Sorry! I'm just kinda excited that some people actually like my fic. NEwayz, ON WITH THE SHOW!
Now in the locker room, and Randy having gotten a bag of ice for Stacy's elbow, Randy and Stacy were now talking, although Stacy was rather reluctant.
"Now Stacy, did Test just haul off and whack you one, or has this been going on for a while?" Randy inquired.
Stacy just bowed her head shamefully.
"Oh, God Stace… You don't deserve this, nobody deserves this." With this said Randy leaned over and hugged Stacy, being careful to avoid her injured arm.
When he pulled back, their eyes met. They leaned closer, and Stacy let her eyes slip closed. Their lips were just centimeters apart when-
KNOCK KNOCK
They jerked apart, both blushing slightly.
"Who… Who is it?" Randy called, feeling slightly flustered.
"Hey, Randy! You busy? I need to talk to you about something!"
It was one of Randy's mentors and current confidant, Triple H, known to his friends as Hunter.
"Yeah, Hunter, come on in!" Randy called. Stacy breathed a sigh of relief, glad it wasn't Test at the door.
Hunter came into the room and, upon seeing Stacy and Randy sitting so close to each other, stopped short.
"OH! Sorry, didn't mean to… interrupt anything." Hunter said the last part with a sly grin on his face, which immediately dropped when he saw the bruise on Stacy's arm, as she had put it down after Randy had hugged her.
"WHOA! What happened to your arm? Randy, what did you do to her!" Hunter demanded to know with a murderous expression on his face.
"It wasn't me! It was all Test and Scott Steiner!" Randy protested.
"What do they have to do with anything?" Hunter asked, his anger abating, but a confused frown now marring his features.
And with that, Randy proceeded to tell the story, interjecting at the parts Randy didn't know.
"That bastard! I'll kill him!" Hunter exclaimed, the murderous look now back with full force.
"You'll have to step in line," Randy muttered darkly, thoughts of different ways to punish Test and Scott running through his head.
"We have to do something about this, Randy." Hunter said, his concern for Stacy's well-being overruling his anger at the people who did this to her.
"I know, Hunt," Randy agreed, "But how?"