A/N: Alrighty, people. It's been almost a year since I've updated this fic. I had serious writer's block, and it's quite difficult to write chapters to a fic where one of the main characters decided to become an actress and shoved the WWE to the side, and the other main character decided to become all asshole – ish. I still happen to be a Randy fan, but this fic is really hard to write without any inspiration, not to mention that this genre (RandyStacy) is one of the most clichéd pairings in the wrestling fic world! With that said. I am still continuing this fic. Updates are going to be rare, though I hope it won't be another year. This fic is not my number one priority, but I feel an obligation to finish it, and so I shall. I hope this doesn't scare all of my readers away.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the WWE. It all belongs to Vince, the meanie...
RKO!RKO!RKO!RKO!RKO!RKO!RKO!
As Hunter and Randy walked with Stacy down the hall, one male on either side, Randy and Stacy were both thinking to themselves, though about different things.
'God,' Randy thought angrily. 'I could kill those two for what they've done to her! How could anyone hurt Stacy? She's perfect! When I get my hands on them...' he continued on in this manner.
Stacy, however, was most certainly not thinking about Test and Scott Steiner. As a matter of fact, they were about the last thing on the pretty diva's mind...
'Randy is so sweet! I can't believe he'd go through all this trouble for me! Slutty, bitchy, whiny Stacy Keibler! Of course, he'd have to be absolutely gorgeous... no! Stop it, brain! Don't set yourself up to get hurt again! Find a new topic! Um... Hunter! He's so different then what he's like on the show. It's like watching two different people! Seeing him back here, looking so concerned over me, and then watching him onscreen in Evolution... with Randy... dammit!'
Meanwhile, Hunter had been watching the emotions play out on both Stacy and Randy's faces. He gave a secretive, somewhat amused smirk. 'They're both falling hard. I can't wait to get Randy alone so I can taunt the crap out of him...'
After a few more twists and turns through the hallways of the arena, the unlikely trio was finally in front of the office of co – General Managers Eric Bischoff and Stone Cold Steve Austin. Hunter took the initiative and gave three hard knocks on the door, waiting for a gruff voice to call for them to come in.
Hunter opened the door and walked in, a still seething Randy and a tentative Stacy behind him.