1Chapter Eight: "Proven Wrong"

Stacy stared blankly at the wall as if it were the most fascinating thing she'd ever lay eyes on. So much for packing up her things..she was expected at the arena in less than thirty minutes and she was no where near motivated to get up and go. Randy's words had had such an impact on her and the thought of seeing him made her stomach churn in both discomfort and excitement. Now that he'd said those words, where did they go from here? Should she let him back in and give him another chance? That was impossible..he was with Torrie. Anger and jealously sparked inside of Stacy and she found herself yearning to throw something against the wall. But she refused to let herself lose control..not over Randy..

Much of the day went by so quickly that Stacy barely realized the darkness that had crept over the Earth. She'd spent her time with Dave, training and taking the chance to talk a little more. The large man seemed more distant than ever whenever Stacy attempted to get him to open up and after the tenth time, she finally gave up on getting him to tell her anything.

"You obviously don't want to talk so now what?" she asked impatiently, the growing annoyance on her face not helping to settle Dave down.

"Stacy! I called you over here to spend some time with you..not to tell you all my personal feelings." She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and set her warm brown eyes on him, the dark circles under his eyes the first thing that caught her attention. So much she wanted to know..helping him with his problems might save her from her own. But Dave chose to leave this all a mystery and frankly, Stacy no longer cared..if she was to find out the source of his sudden depression, she'd do all in her power to help but until then..she'd simply have to suffer while she thought of Randy.

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Torrie listened to the sound of her sneakers hitting the pavement, in an attempt to drown out anything else. Last night had been another long evening of tossing and turning, and even more nightmares about her unsettled past. She was debating whether or not to get some therapy for all of this mess that was still unresolved. She knew she couldn't spend her time continuously dwelling on it. But her past were haunting..

She stared at Randy from across the room, ashamed that he knew her secret..and that she had to choose soon..or else, it would all be out in the open. His icy cold stare made her tremble at his will..so long had she been wrapped around his finger. What he requested was so low. How dare he even think of manipulating her into doing what he wanted..but Randy Orton had a power over her and she found herself actually contemplating doing what he asked..

Torrie shook her head violently at this memory that was eating at her insides. She smiled sadly at her innocence back then..what had happened to her? The answer was very clear and although she hated to admit it, Randy still brought out such a passion inside of her..when he put his hands on her, he lit her on fire. All he had to do was kiss her slightly and she was his puppet..Torrie squeezed her firsts together and bit down on her lip. She needed to keep running..she needed to stop her mind from taking over her.

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Stacy forced herself along the dreaded pathway towards the door at the end of the hall. Why the hell had she actually allowed herself to get even this far? Was she crazy? She knew she must be..but seeing Randy earlier that day had brought her to this point. Her thoughts started consuming her again and her will had crumbled in his hands again. Stacy stopped in front of his door and took a deep breath, the soft tremble in her legs making it feel as if she'd collapse any second. If she was to raise her hand to knock, there would be no going back..she'd have to face him. But if she turned around right now..she'd be safe..how wrong that statement was. Either way, she was never safe from Randy Orton. Stacy's hand was frozen before her, ready to meet the wood of the door, when it flew open much to her surprise. She met his eyes instantly, her own brown orbs wide with shock and embarrassment. The smirk that twisted across his lips made a deep crimson blush tingle at her cheeks. Randy raised one eyebrow in amusement and licked his lips, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.

"Well, well, well..what do we have here? Stacy Keibler at my door?" The taunt in his deep voice made her stomach churn with discomfort. This was even more awkward then she'd expected..and that was really bad.

"Cut that out, Randy! I came to talk, nothing more." He stepped to the side to allow her into his suite, his eyes following her as she passed him. Randy saw the familiar look of panic haunting her features so he set aside his taunts for her sake. Stacy meekly took a seat on the large leather sofa, her glassy brown orbs raking over the surroundings that lay before her. "I guess I should tell you why I'm here.." she laughed dryly, dragging her slim fingers through her blonde hair.

"It'd help," he smiled. She ran her eyes over him intently, an almost invisible flush creeping along her face.

"I..need to know something."

"What?" Stacy paused to catch her breath, the rapid pace of her heart pounding in her ears. This was ridiculous..simple and clear..a mistake coming here to ask why he said that he missed her. It would only lead to something that she'd regret. "Stace..tell me."

"No..no, I can't..I shouldn't have bothered you, Randy. I'm sorry." She arose from where she sat quickly, only to have his strong arms captivate her. She was trapped in his threatening grip.

"You want to why I said I missed you..why would you wonder that?" Randy whispered harshly. "You know me..I don't say things I don't mean." Stacy huffed at the realization that she felt stupid.

"No! I know you meant it..that's why I'm here.." she said softly, her head hanging low as she avoided his gaze. "Why did you say it? After all this, you have the nerve to tell me..and you're still with Torrie!" Stacy threw her arms at him to attempt an escape from his grasp. "And you kissed me! When I was caught off guard..you're such a prick!" Her sudden outburst was out of desperation..she felt so ridiculous under his piercing eyes. Stacy fought back the tears that were brimming in her eyes. Randy tilted his head as watched her tremble before him..Stacy had the tendency to loose it when she was embarrassed and he found this attribute extremely adorable.

"Stacy.." he stepped forward and took her face in his hands. His delicate thumbs traced her lips and her jaw, his eyes watching her mouth with a strange sparkle in his eyes. Randy leaned down without warning and took her bottom lip into his warm mouth. The feeling of his tongue sliding across her delicate skin made soft tingles arise in between her thighs and down her spine. He was intoxicating her against her will..she found herself yearning for more. Randy knew just exactly how to toy with her. His fingertips snuck down to caress her waistline, his every move setting her skin on fire. The hunger in his touch made her melt into him..Stacy no longer resisted the urge to take his lips captive. She pressed hardly against his mouth and forced her tongue against his, not surprised when Randy wrapped his tongue around hers. He explored every inch of her mouth thoroughly before grabbing at the back of her neck and forcing his lips against her throat. Stacy suppressed a moan as he nipped at the sensitive flesh, his tongue there to soothe the now bleeding skin. Her breaths became heavy and rapid as she struggled for air, the sudden closeness of Randy's body driving all the sanity inside of her away. Stacy's self control had melted away the second he put his hands on her and as much as she resented it, it made her weak with undying desire. She yearned to feel him bury himself deep inside of her trembling body, yearned to feel his strong body atop of her, ready to lose all sense of time as he drove her wild. Randy's lips moved along the side of her neck all the way down her shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses down her skin. Stacy dug her nails into his muscular back, a soft groan escaping her, much to his approval. So..she'd given into him already? He expected a much fierce reaction from the woman before him. Truth was, he'd waited so long to have her so close to him..and he refused to waste any time. Randy pulled her up into his arms, gripping her roughly as he lay her beneath him on the bed. His hands tore roughly at her top, yanking so quickly over her head that she had no time to react.

"Stop it! Randy, please," she protested, trembling in fear as she shivered at the cool air that brushed against her bare chest. Randy soaked in the sight at lay under him. His eyes were dark with passion. Guilt began to sink in on Stacy's conscience..she suddenly felt like a dirty whore. How she could let herself come to Randy Orton's room at almost midnight, when she knew damn well that no one else was there? Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, her heart sinking in her hollow chest. The seriousness of the situation hit her like a freight train and she knew she had to get out..now. "Get off of me!" Stacy struggled under Randy's weight, the tears that had welled in her eyes now spilling onto her flushed cheeks.

"What..what the hell are you doing?" he hissed sharply, one of his eyebrows raising in confusion. The woman beneath swung with all she had, her fists meeting his hard muscles with force. But Randy wasn't phased by her weak punches, much to her disappointment.

"I shouldn't have come here! This is a terrible mistake," Stacy cried, finally squirming out from under Randy. She dove for her top that had been tossed to the floor, desperately wrapping it around her bare skin. Her mascara was bleeding heavily down her face and her lips were trembling and pale. "I gotta go, Randy..this should've never happened." She scrambled to her feet and rushed for the door, gripping the wall for support since her legs were shaking beneath her.

"Wait, Stace!" His desperate call was unheard by the leggy blonde, who had already left the room, letting the door slam loudly behind her. Randy let out a deep groan as he rolled onto his back, his hands flying up to cradle his head. After all of this, he was once again left without Stacy beside him..and who was to blame for that? Only himself.

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Rain beat against with window as Trish lay awake in her bed. The clapping of the thunder rung in her ears and the bright flashes of lightning stung at her tired eyes. Her legs were sore from being curled up under her for so long. She didn't remember the last time she'd gotten out of bed, let alone left her house. The world was absolutely dead to her but it wasn't like it mattered. Trish Stratus was a mere empty shell of what she had once been. How did she manage to stay so strong? Or was it all a lie she'd been living for the past two years? This world was a cruel place to her and it was unfair..she deserved better! Or..did she? Trish had begun to believe that, since nobody seemed to care about her anymore, she was nothing but a waste of space. And no matter what she attempted to think about, fucking Dave Batista was always there. He refused to leave her alone it seemed..her once pleasant dreams were filled with the painful memory of his warm body against hers..the tender caress of his lips. Trish rolled over onto her side to stare out of the window, blinking away at the hot tears that threatened to spill. Where was he at this very moment...?

If Trish only knew exactly where Dave was, her already shattered heart would collapse even more..and this was all running through his mind over and over. Dave had packed up in a hurry to get back to his wife, desperate to see her..and he hadn't the slightest clue why. Nothing really drew him to Angie anymore. This move was more like a chance for him to prove to himself that he still loved her, not Trish Stratus. The plane ride seemed to take forever to him..but he wasn't complaining. Dave wasn't really sure how Angie would take to seeing him after their last encounter. But he knew this was what he had to do..he HAD to prove that Trish meant nothing to him!

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John's ice cold eyes ran over her tense body, his mouth agape in shock. Silence seemed to hang over him like a curse. He'd also suddenly lost the ability to blink. As much as he tried to forget her, she never went away..and now that Stacy Keibler was standing before him with tear stained cheeks, all his senses seemed dead.

"Hey.." she whispered slowly, a shy smile crossing her face.

"Uh, hi Stace..how ya doin'?" John mentally hit himself..how the hell did she look? Happy? The stupidity of the question did nothing to phase the distraught beauty now taking a seat beside him.

"What can I say? I'm still alive," she sniffed, shrugging her small shoulders carelessly. John leaned his elbow against the wooden table, taking the opportunity to study the beautiful features he'd missed so much. She still had the same effect on him, she could still make his heart stand still.

"I, uh, don't want to sound rude..but why are you here? I mean, the last time we talked wasn't exactly..pleasant." Stacy laughed softly in spite of it all, a flush coming to her cheeks at the thoughts of the last night they'd spent together.

"Am I not allowed to miss an old friend?" Her voice was almost playful. John swallowed sharply, a knot rising in his dry throat.

"Well, yeah but.."

"But nothing. I want the past behind us..I want my best friend back." These kind words weren't meant to hurt him but John couldn't help but hide his pained features. She wasn't exactly just a friend to him..but he didn't want to lose her again.

"You never lost me, Stace," he whispered, straining to keep a happy smile.

"I did for awhile..that last night we had together..what happened?" This was the last thing he wanted to answer. John looked up into her soft brown orbs.

"I was confused..about a lot. Let's..put it behind us." Stacy's smile made his heart flutter in a mix of both sadness and joy at having her back..even though it was still a mystery as to WHY she was exactly coming to him..

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Dave stretched out on the couch in his living room, taking in the sight of the home he'd spent such a long time away from. It all still looked the same. The white curtains hung loosely across the windows, swaying in the gentle breeze that flowed through the open windows. All the family pictures were spread neatly along the mantle that sat above the large stone fireplace, that was near the large screen television. Yes, all was as he'd left it. Just..it didn't feel the same..a lot was missing. Dave turned his head around at the sound of the back door opening abruptly, greeted by the bright face of his wife. She'd dropped his younger daughters off at their grandmothers so that she could spend some time alone with him. He remembered the days when he'd be excited by this but that memory had flown away.

"Baby, what do you want to do? Would you like to go out to dinner or have me make one of your favorite home cooked meals?" Angie raised her eyebrows suggestively as she ran her fingers through Dave's soft hair.

"Let's just stay here. I travel too much." As much as he devoured his excellent dinner, the thing that he was dreading most was being alone with his wife. Wasn't that something that a normal, happily married man would look forward to? But he wasn't happily married..as quickly as these thoughts had come, they flew from his mind. How dare he think those lies! Dave loved Angie..he knew he did. "Babe..let's go upstairs." Taking Angie's hand, he led her to their bedroom. Once they stepped inside, Dave desperately pulled her in for a kiss. This would prove him right..that Angie still meant so much to him. But her lips against his was stale..it did absolutely nothing to him. What the hell was wrong with him? He loved her! As much as he didn't want to, he couldn't stop thinking of the kisses he'd shared with Trish. Those memories brought shivers of pleasure throughout his body. Dave fought with himself deep inside, only to fail. Angie was nothing anymore..it was, in fact, Trish that mattered. And as wrong as it was, he wanted it..more than anything. Dave blinked in the dim light, his heart pounding quickly at the thought of her. He couldn't convince himself any different..he'd been proven wrong.