Unintentional Fairytale Chapter 5: So, Today Happens, a wrestling fanfic

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Chapter Four: So, Today Happens

"For once in your damn life, Orton, can you please do something right? Can you please shut your big fat mouth so that the rest of us can live life as we should?" Riz screamed at the top of her lungs as she stood in the middle of catering face-to-face, or probably, face-to-chest, with Randy Orton. He was certainly pushing her buttons and sad to say, it was working. "Some of us around here don't have enough time and patience to tolerate your childishness!"

"Childishness? Me? I'm sorry, Riz, but if there's anyone here who's got enough brains to think, that's going to be me… At least I know how to define a man from a woman… How about you?" he pushed even further. He knew it was making her livid but he didn't care. He found amusement in making her seethe with anger. "You're a girl trying to act like a guy… You don't even know how to be a girly-girl when the need be… You go out into the world and act all tough but God and I know that you aren't all that tough… You're a actually a softie that doesn't let the people see you cry… And you want to know why?"

"Oh, please enlighten me with your 'knowledge'!" she replied sarcastically as she used air quotes on the word 'knowledge'. Her patience with him had been wearing thin over the past ten minutes and it wasn't doing her throbbing head any good. She'd tolerated every single one of his jabs for the past two and a half years and literally, it was turning out to be too much now. Now that she's in a situation that nobody could really understand. "The great Randy Orton knows something that I don't about myself! Oh, please dare to enlighten me!"

"You pretend to act all tough and sarcastic… You act cool and you pretend everything's all right… Why? It's because you're weak but you don't let people see it… And face it, Cruz. I am your weakness… Right now, as you stand before me, you are feeling weaker by the moment and you know you can't stand me…" he played with her. Oh, he was asking for it. "You know you never were really a girl… You never had the 'feminine touch'… All you ever were was rough and tough and you play around with the big boys…"

"You want to know why I act all tough, Orton? You want to know why?" she had begun to raise her voice as the superstars surrounding them had slowly back away from the two. They knew it was never good to get in the middle of a raged Riz and a cocky Randy. "I only act all tough because you have to make me! What am I supposed to do? Fall down at your knees and beg? I don't think so… I'm not a girl who's willing to throw herself at you, Orton… You're nothing to me but a worm that I squish with my sneakers!"

"A worm that you squish with your sneakers? That's new… Face it, Riz. You're weak. Right now, I can see you faltering and going down as you slowly get to your knees and beg for me to satisfy you…" he said cockily. She was the only girl that never threw herself at him. She never even flirted with him. All they ever did was fight. Fight. Fight. Fight. That's how it was everyday. "If I'm not your weakness, Riz, then I want to know what… 'Cause you know you can never hide it from me…"

"My weakness? Right now, Orton, I don't care about weakness!" her voice was starting to croak as tears had begun to form in her eyes. There was water pooling around her brown eyes and her face was turning red. Her breathing had slowly become ragged and she bit her bottom lip every now and then. But her voice was still as demanding as ever even when it broke. "You don't understand the word weakness, Orton! You don't know the word sensitivity! All you've ever cared about was yourself and how well you get girls to fall at your feet!"

"I don't want to fall at your feet… I'm not your average girl who's willing to get herself laid just because you have an ego the size of Jupiter! Maybe, just maybe, you should think that I only act tough because I have problems I've yet to suppress! I don't live a perfect life like you, Orton… I don't live the crazy life like you do! I'm just your average girl! An average girl who has problems and knows she can face it on her own!" the tears had begun to fall down her cheeks. The superstars, even Randy, were shocked to ever see her break down like this in front of them. "I have enough things to deal with right now and I don't need you making it all heavier! So, if you don't mind, stop making it harder for me!"

"So, the boy does know how to cry…" he said as a joke. But apparently, she didn't quite take it as a joke. She glared at him with eyes pooling with tears of angst, hate and hurt. She didn't care about having to act strong and showing the world she could do everything. What she cared about now were the scratches that Randy was putting on her dignity. He had scarred her. "All the while I thought boys don't cry…" he said.

"A-" she was about to shoot him back when a sudden ringing of her phone echoed through the room. She took the black N93 from the pocket of her black cargo pants and flipped it open. "Hello?" she said, mustering up the best steady voice she could. "Yes, this is she… Yes… Yes… Are you serious? Okay, I understand… Thank you, doctor…"

It's over and done
But the heartache lives on inside
And who is the one you're clinging to
Instead of me tonight?

She flipped the phone shut and closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. "Damn it fucking shit!" she cursed out loud as she threw her phone to Randy. It barely hit him by a centimeter and went crashing onto the wall behind him. She glared at the shocked man standing in front of her and took more deep breaths as the tears continuously flowed from her eyes. She shook her head and spun around on her heel. But after a couple of steps, she looked back and said, "Why do you have to make my life such a living hell?"

She spun around once again and walked to the door. On the way, she walked past a wall that she punched. The cement had an obvious crack in it and Riz's knuckles were bleeding. She steadied her breath before continuing to the door and leaving catering with all the superstars in it dumbfounded. She found herself running to the diva's locker room. But halfway there, she bumped into what seemed like a brick wall. But that brick wall had arms. And they hugged her tight as she cried into the shirt of whoever it was.

If I had just known that this would be what I would get for trying to follow my dream to wrestle, I never would've dreamed it… Riz whispered to herself in her mind.

And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow wherever you go
Cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You'll never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart

"Rizzie, what's wrong, baby girl?" John asked as he watched the girl cry into his shirt. He had seen her crying like this for the past month or so. It wasn't that she randomly burst out into tears in public. He usually caught her in the hotel room they shared; separate beds, mind you; inside the bathroom or the locker rooms. Wherever she cried, it was always secluded. Every time he would ask her what was wrong, she would brush it off as nothing. 'Just some dust in my eyes' or 'I'm sleepy' or 'I poked myself with my finger'.

This wasn't like the Riz he had known for the past two years. Riz never cried. Well, at least that's what all of them in the WWE saw. She wasn't the girl to cry because of a cockroach or anything else of the shallow like. They never saw her cry. John was the closest person Riz had in the WWE, and even he didn't know when she was crying. She always walked around with her head held high and her front being strong. She made people laugh and feel better about themselves. She comforted them when they needed help and gave them advice. She was the friend everybody knew.

But she was never one to be comforted; to need advice or help.

She was an independent woman at age twenty-four. She knew how to carry herself and respect others. She knew how to be proud of herself and respect others' pride as well. This was a definite first. She never cried, as I have said. Now, seeing her crying in his arms into his shirt and in her hometown of Manila, Philippines, too. They were here for Wrestlemania XXI. The PPV was the day after tomorrow and there was something wrong with this little main eventer. There was something up. It had been up for a month now.

"I-I'm just not f-feeling well, J-John… I think I-I need to go lie d-down and take a nap back in t-the hotel or s-something…" Riz tried to explain through her sniffles but was still rather crooked. She let the tears flow down her face endlessly as she was creating one big splot of water on John's black t-shirt. He had the title around his waist. He had been the reigning WWE champion since last month when he won it against Triple H.

It's just emotions taking me over
Caught up in sorrow
Lost in the song
But if you don't come back
Come home to me, darling
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight?
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight

"Bullshit." He said with a hint of bitterness in his voice. Riz never let anyone in on her personal life. She never gave out reasons as to why she cried or why she was down. It was always that strong front she pulled up whenever there was something wrong, along with, of course, the sarcastic nature of her mouth. John was tired of it. He had been there for her since the very beginning but apparently, she wasn't that open to him. "Riz, you've got to tell me what's wrong…" he said in the most caring way he could.

I'm there at your side
I'm part of all the things you are
But you've got a part of someone else
You've got to find your shining star

"I'm not up to talking about it, John…" she said, pulling away from him and looking away from his piercing blue eyes. They were still an onscreen team but not a couple anymore. They had broken it off after a year of romance stating that 'it wasn't working out anymore'. Both parties agreed to the separation so they decided to become a team as an alternative to the romance angle they had. They were the closest people in the WWE. Each treated the other like a sibling. John never had a little sister. Riz never had an older brother. "I don't want to talk about something that's already done…" she said.

"Riz, I've been your best friend for the past two years you've been in the WWE… Don't you trust me enough to let me in your life? I know you're strong, I believe that you really are… But you can't keep going around, making people believe you're so happy when inside you're really so sad… You can't build these walls around you and keep people out when something goes wrong…" he rationalized.

"Oh yeah?" she asked as she narrowed her eyes.

And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow wherever you go
Cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You'll never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart

"Yeah! You just can't block people out… For the love of god, Rizzie, you've got to let someone in one day… And me, I just want to be there for you… I want to help you 'cause you're one of my best friends… I can't bear to see you crying every time and not know the reason why… You've been crying like this for the past month… And you've been blocking everyone out of your personal life since you started here in the WWE… Nobody knows how you really feel except happy… Nobody knows when you're sad… Nobody knows when you're mad except when you scream at Randy… Nobody knows what's going on with you…" he said.

He took a deep breath before continuing. "I want to know what's wrong… It's not because I want to know everything 'bout you, it's just because I'm concerned… I want to help you… Nobody knows who you really are and what you really feel… Please, Rizzie wizzie…" he used his special nickname for her. "…You've got to let someone in… You can't keep it all inside all the time and pretend you're so happy…"

She looked at him with softened features as more tears dared to fall from her eyes. And they did. The tears kept pouring out as she looked at John who was practically begging her to say something. She couldn't let him see she was weak. She couldn't let him get hurt if ever her problems also caused him agony. It wasn't fair. These were her problems. These were her responsibility.

And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow wherever you go
Cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You'll never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart

She took a deep breath as her face hardened with expression once again. She stated:

"Watch me."

…before walking away without looking back.

Here's me with an update! So, uhm, hope you guys liked it! From this point on, it will be the present time! No more flashbacks, m'kay? Enjoy, people. And of course, don't forget to review!

-veracruzortongal