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Chapter Five: I Lost My Dignity
Over the past two years and a half, Riz had managed to get the WWE Women's Title a number of five times, faster than any other diva had acquired it in such a short period of time. After her debut on RAW on December 27, 2003, the writing staff, along with RAW GM Steph McMahon and WWE Chairman Vince McMahon, decided to push her further up the roster. So, within just two months into her career, she had gotten her first major feud with reigning Women's champion, Victoria.
Two years had gone by, and with her storyline spring-boarding between her winning and losing the title so many times, she had come up to being a five-time Women's champion. She had never held the belt for more than two months. Such a shame. But the WWE had big plans for her. They wanted her to be legendary.
Wrestlemania XXI – April 3, 2006 (Manila, Philippines)
The main events were pumping hot as the heat build up in the previous RAWs, SmackDowns and PPVs had all ended up to this grandest one of them all. This was where legends were made and futures were born. This was where they would separate the weak from the great, the undeserving from the needed.
The first few matches weren't really insignificant, but they weren't what the crowd was really getting pumped up for. When the match for the WWE Women's championship came, the audience was at their feet in anticipation for what was to come. 'Who's That Girl?' by Eve blasted hysterically through the Araneta Coliseum as the fans cheered on their hometown diva. Riz, clad in a pair of black cargo pants, a white short-sleeved RRJ hoodie and her white Skechers rubber shoes; her hair up in a messy ponytail underneath a plain black baseball cap, came out as she smiled at all of her fans.
'Who's that girl? Lalalalalalalalalalala…'So, this is what it feels like to come back home and feel welcome… she said to herself in her mind. She couldn't deny the fact that what had transpired between her and John two nights ago was still in her mind. But she needed to focus on tonight. She had to win this match. Whatever happened, she had to be strong. This match, due to plea from her and Trish to challenge themselves, wasn't scripted. They just had a twenty-minute maximum match run. Whoever won was up to whoever gets the pin.
"The following match is scheduled for one-fall and it is for the WWE Women's Championship! Introducing first the challenger… She is the ABC of the WWE… Manila's own… RIZ!" Lilian Garcia announced as the fans went wild cheering for Riz. She started walking down the ramp from the stage as she slapped the hands of a couple of outstretched hands. ABC had been her given 'nickname' on screen since her moves were those letters. Her set-up move, the AB, shorter term for ass-buster, was a standing electric chair. Her main finisher, the Cancellation, was similar to that of the FU, difference was that instead of landing beside her, the victim of her move would be swung from her shoulders to her front and pushed down onto the ground. Hard.
Riz walked up the steel steps and into the ring. She passed through the second and third ropes and looked out to her hometown fans. This was great. The adrenaline was pumping as she did her trademark shifting her weight from foot to foot inside the ring. After which, she would stand on the second turnbuckle and pluck her shirt with her hand with a matching wink to the crowd. Saying the feeling was exhilarating was an understatement.
She jumped down from the turnbuckle as her music died down. She awaited her opponent in anticipation of probably winning her 6th Women's Championship tonight. It would be fantastic. Her mom, dad, older sister and younger brother were all watching at ringside. It was amazing, the energy from the crowd. It was nothing else she could define in mere ordinary words.
(Giggle) '…I don't care what y'all say… Whoa! It's time to rock and roll!'
'Time to Rock and Roll' by Lil' Kim and Missy Elliott blared through the arena next as Trish Stratus came out with the WWE Women's Championship nestled on her shoulder. She was wearing a pair of black leather pants with black boots and a fit white baby-tee that exposed her bellybutton. Her mass of blonde hair was flowing down her shoulders in straight bounces.
"Introducing next the WWE Women's Champion… From Toronto, Canada… Trish Stratus!"Lilian said into the microphone once again as the crowd was divided between cheers and boos. Cheers, because Trish was a magnificent diva, there was no doubt on anyone's mind about that. Boos, mainly because she was going against their hometown hero. So, it wasn't really biased, but the crowd's opinions were rather confused as to whether who to cheer.
After Trish's entrance and the music died down, it was time to start the match. Riz, being known to be John Cena's 'descendant', took off her cap and threw it to the awaiting crowd. After which, she pulled her hoodie off and threw it to the crowd. She was wearing a black razorback sports bra and the dog tags John gave her on her first day. She always wore it for a sense of security.
The referee asked her to surrender the dog tags and she did, after holding them to her heart. She did the sign of the cross, a ritual she often did before any match since she was Catholic. She offered every match to God whether win or lose. She was a very religious person, always believing that she could get through anything with divine intervention.
The bell rang and the match started with Trish and Riz circling around the ring as they locked eyes. Wicked grins began to etch their faces as they tried to mentally connect to one another. Not a second later did they connect in the middle of the ring in a fierce grapple with Riz soon turning it into a headlock. Trish tried struggling out, so she twisted Riz's arm and held it to her back.
Riz, not allowing herself to be brought down so easily, backed Trish up multiple times to the nearest turnbuckle until she let go. Sooner or later, Trish had released the grip on Riz and leant on the turnbuckle to support her aching back. Riz, after shaking her arm a little to get the blood flowing back again, found the chance and squatted down as she stalked Trish's confused figure. Once Trish was conscious enough, Riz zoomed in and attempted picking up the Cancellation for the win.
But unfortunately, Trish was able to duck her by the MaTrish, a standing backbend. Seeing the opportunity, Trish swiped at Riz's feet therefore causing the younger diva to fall on her back. Trish covered her for the pin, but at the second slam of the referee's hand to the canvas, Riz brought her aching right shoulder up. She had fallen with most of her weight on her right shoulder.
Riz spun around to be caught by Trish's fierce Chick Kick, a high kick to the jaw, but Riz caught her ankle in mid-air and held it there. Trish attempted to kick Riz on the back of the head with her other foot, but once again Riz evaded her foot, ducked, and while Trish was still in mid-air, caught the veteran's head in between her ankles and reversed the move to a hurricanrana.
Trish was down on her back on one side of the canvas as Riz was getting pumped up. This was where she would set her finisher and pull it off for the win. This was her time. Her time to shine. She stalked Trish like earlier and narrowed her eyes as Trish supported herself with the ropes just to get back up onto her feet. Once she was up, Riz took the chance and carried the veteran sitting-style onto her shoulders before slamming her backwards for a perfect electric chair.
Trish bounced off the canvas and sprung back to her feet which were now turning spaghetti. Riz carried the champion into a fireman's carry and heard the crowd screaming for joy. She let the crowd cheer for her for a while as she did her trademark cocky wink to them. But then, an unexpected thing came falling into the ring. A rose. A single long-stemmed red rose with a note that said 'N' in bright bold letterings and 'ever' in smaller ones.
Riz felt the smile fade from her face upon the sight of that rose and note. The crowd seemed to fade away and everything began to turn into blur as tears began to pool in her brown eyes. Next thing she knew, Trish had grabbed onto the ropes and performed the Stratusphere, a springboard bulldog takeover. The world faded back in when she heard Lilian say:
"…The winner… And STILL YOUR WWE WOMEN'S CHAMPION… TRISH STRATUS!"
She had just lost her match, the match she thought she'd win and list in her championship victories. But unfortunately no, she didn't win. She'd lost. Why did she lose? Because of that rose. That damn rose. Why was it there? Nobody here in this world knew. But the fans noticed there was something wrong when that smile began to fade from their hometown hero's face, thus causing Trish to pick up the win.
The WWE Women's Champion walked over to Riz who was still lying on the canvas on her back. She looked to the side and saw the rose. She gently picked it up and smirked at it as she still aimed to portray her heel role. She walked over to the still fazed Riz and placed it in her hands. She whispered, through her evil smile, "Rizza babe… What's wrong?"
Trish left the ring and walked backstage still basking in the glory of retaining her title in her opponent's hometown. How cool was that? But Riz was still in the ring. Still flat on her back. EMTs came out and checked on her. They helped her out of the ring and backstage to where they began to ice her sore lower back and right shoulder. John immediately ran up to her and pried her away from the medical team's arms into his tight hug. "You got me so worried… Are you okay, Rizzie?" he asked while kissing her forehead.
"I'm fine…" Riz replied bluntly as she twisted the rose in between the fingers of her right hand. John saw the look in her eyes. They were glazed over and seemingly pooling with forcibly unshed tears. They hadn't really talked in the past two days, so he wasn't quite updated on what was happening with her. But with the look in her eyes, something was wrong. He could feel it. There was something going on and he wanted to know what.
"Why are you crying? Tell me, why, Rizzie, please… I don't like seeing you like this… Everyone here backstage hasn't seen you this down since… Ever… Even Trish, when she came out here, she was so worried 'cause she thought she might have knocked a screw loose in your head or something! You don't lose any impromptu matches! Never…" he said. He had a match up next in five minutes and he wanted to take this time to talk to her.
"There's a first for everything, John! You should know that in your three years here in the business! There's always a first for everything! You lose your first match sometime during your career! Whatever match it is, you have to lose it sometime! You can't stay on top forever! No one's that amazing! I'm human, damn it!" Riz screamed at him.
John found it odd enough that she was crying, but screaming at him? She never screamed at him unless it was just playful banter. "What is wrong with you, Riz? Where's the girl we all loved? Where's the smile we all used to see? Where's the playful baby we love to coo at? Where's the amazing woman we all looked up to?" he asked, overreacting a little.
"She disappeared, John… Get used to that…" Riz replied with an attitude before walking away from him.
John shook his head and bowed his head down slightly. He licked his lips to ease the dryness and thought of whether he would go and follow her or stay where he was. He looked up and watched her figure walk away slowly. Deciding she, again, would need more time and space before opening up, he just walked to the curtains as he awaited his entrance for his match.
'Your time is up, yeah, my time is now! You can't see me! My time is now!' blasted through the Araneta Coliseum as the fans got up on their feet to greet the reigning WWE Champion. John stepped out on his cue and admired the crowd before him. There were dozens of signs and posters with weird, but amusing, sayings. He raised his two hands and did the hand sign for Y with both, symbolizing his trademark 'Word Life'. After which, he proceeded into the ring and through the ropes. He raised his title belt high for all the people to see.
"The following match is scheduled for one-fall and it is for the WWE Championship! Introducing first from Boston, Massachusetts… Weighing in at 248 pounds… He is the WWE Champion… JOHN CENA!" Lilian announced once more to the crowd. The crowd went wild. They gave their favorite thug a warm heartfelt welcome. Soon, John's music died down as the crowd's noise also faded. Everybody began to anticipate the challenger who was soon to come out.
'Hey… Hey! Nothing you can say! Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me!'
"Introducing the challenger… From St. Louis, Missouri… Weighing in at 245 pounds… He is the Legend Killer… RANDY ORTON!" Lilian announced. The crowd went wild with boos. Mainly because Randy was the biggest jerk on the whole roster and he often prejudiced Riz on being a Filipina. Randy stepped out through the curtains and walked his cocky walk. Onstage, he posed arrogantly as the pyros went ablaze.
He proceeded into the ring and the match began. John took off his shirt and cap, just like how Riz did, and threw it to the waiting audience. He took off his padlock and handed it to the referee after kissing it slightly for good luck. Randy paced around his corner. The bell rang three times as the crowd's noise died down to let the two wrestlers get it on.
Randy and John grappled in the ring. They pushed each other back and forth multiple times before Randy was able to pull a backbreaker. John got back onto his feet and glared at Randy who was trying to strategize. John threw left and rights at Randy but the younger superstar was able to clothesline him.
John got back up, his head aching from its impact to the canvas. He took a deep breath before feeling Randy's arm around his neck. Randy was trying to pull off his finisher, the RKO. Digging up all the strength he had, John pushed Randy down and away from him as to act as a counter to the attempted finisher.
Randy stood back up, only to be brought down by multiple clotheslines. Every time he got up, John's arm would come connecting to his chest and would bring him back down on his back again. At one point, he had felt drained of energy and didn't struggle to get back up. Randy heard the crowd cheering loudly and thought to himself that John was going to pull the Five-Knuckle-Shuffle soon. And he was right. He felt John's knuckle connect with his head at an instant.
Randy stood up, immediately feeling himself being lifted into a fireman's carry on John's shoulders. He had to think quickly if he wanted to get the title. He whispered loud enough for only John to hear, "I know what's up with your Rizzie wizzie… And trust me, Johnny boy; it isn't all that pretty…"
John, upon hearing what Randy had just said, found himself putting Randy down and cornering him in the corner. The crowd was stunned at the sudden change of John's moves. John glared through Randy's eyes as they both tried to glare each other down. Randy had the upper hand on intimidating, unfortunately, since he was three inches taller that John was.
"I am telling you, Orton… You will stay away from Riz 'cause damn as hell knows you are nothing but crap to her… We used to be best friends, Randy… Until I met this girl who was like a little sister to me… You could've at least shown her a little more respect, Orton… She's a human being like all of us here…" John spat the words out at him.
"That's the point, John… You let this girl, this sexuality-confused diva wannabe, get in between our years of friendship… I thought we were a team… I thought you were my best friend… But unfortunately, there was this little girl… This little girl who came into your life and you just had to play with her pigtails…" Randy said.
John felt put down. His friendship with Randy had always been strong. It was now being put to the test by Riz. He cared for her like any other person in the WWE would. She was a like a little joy bursting in them. Then, his best friend comes into the picture. The man he had trusted for the past years, even before he was in the WWE. Why was it this complicated?
Randy took John's trance to his advantage and performed his finisher, the RKO. John was down and unconscious as the crowd went wild. Randy covered John for the pin and awaited the referee's arm slamming down onto the canvas with the one… two… three. The bell rang as his theme music played through the arena again. The crowd's reaction was diverting between cheers and boos.
"The winner and your NEW WWE CHAMPION… The Legend Killer… RANDY ORTON!" Lilian said through the microphone as John was being helped out of the ring. Randy was given his now-earned title belt and he basked under the glory of his win. He showed off his belt and posed cockily for all the fans to know that he was the new WWE Champion. No longer John Cena.
Randy went up the ramp and posed on the stage. He raised the title belt high and spun the WWE spinner. Who could say that Randy Orton wasn't supposed to be here with his now-earned title belt? Hell, it was his 'destiny', as he had said from previous in-ring encounters with numerous superstars. Once Randy was backstage and was being treated for his aches, a video played on the Titantron, a huge screen mounted on the wall that showed entrance videos, promos and everything else that came with.
"What do you want, Orton? You come out here interrupting Riz and I just so you could tell me how many hoes I've had on me? Well… Orton… She's not a ho… And yeah… So, if you think she's the first… If I have one, then you have none… Y'dig?"John was fast in his backfire to Randy as the crowd cheered. This wasn't in the script. But what the hell, they couldn't say 'this isn't in the script!' in front of the crowd.
"Well… I've got two things to say, Cena… Number one, about that 'If I have one, then you have none' shit, well, you'd best get your facts straight because if I can recall properly, the proper line would be, if said from my perspective, 'If I have ten, you have seven'… I'm always ahead of you, Cena… Don't forget that…" Randy said.
"…And another thing… You're right, she isn't a ho… She doesn't look like a ho… Boy, Cena, you do not know how to pick your girls now, do you? Because judging from what I see, that's not a girl beside you… Looks more like a boy, Cena… She's standing beside you wearing that and talking like that, are you sure that's the kind of girl you'd want?" Randy said further.
"Aha…" Riz let out a sarcastic laugh. "…Mr. Mighty Cocky A-hole Randy Orton… I'm not a girl?" she faced the crowd and smiled with her mouth open as if she were over astonished. "I've got just three things to say to you, Orton… Number one, what the hell is up with the 'If I have ten, you have seven' crap? So you mean, if that's applicable in all areas, you've had ten girls dump you, while John over here has only got seven… Isn't looking good for such a playboy like yourself, is it?"
"…Oh! And secondly, John doesn't know how to pick his girls? Newsflash, Orton, he chose me. Not you. So, he even better be thankful that he chose someone who has a bigger chance to be a girl…"the crowd burst out in laughter. "…Lastly, Orton, you could go around wearing a miniskirt and a tube top and I'd still call you normal, for someone like you… So, if I, in these clothes, am not normal, then what's normal for ya? Me wearing a clown suit?"the crowd laughed again as Riz smirked.
"Well, John…"Randy started, obviously livid. "Your girl over there does know how to run her mouth… And what a big mouth it is… You talking about normal, Riz? You haven't seen normal in the WWE… Never… You're just new here… So, you'd best respect me 'cause I know you'd never learn anything from that thug over there…" he said as he stepped backstage and left the two in the ring.
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Backstage, Randy walked across the hallways when he suddenly bumped into someone. He looked down and saw Riz get back up onto her feet. "Well well well, if it isn't the reigning Women's Champion… Heard you had a blast out there, stupidly trying to beat up Trish for the title… Lord knows you don't deserve that!" Randy said cockily.
Riz, who had just won the title minutes ago at Unforgiven, glared at Randy. "Oh? And why is that Orton? It's not like your going to deserve it more that I do… After all, it is WWE Women's Championship…Not the WWE Gay Awards…" she said with a satisfied smirk on her face before walking away, leaving a perplexed Randy behind.
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Randy and Riz stood inside the ring facing each other. "Look, world… Call the police, the fire department, the FBI, the CIA… whoever you can call! We need to immediately evacuate the Women's Locker Room because there's this person who's trying to feel it up with our lovely divas…" Randy said, sending Riz off her hinges.
"Orton, you better get out of this ring and make it snappy 'cause I wouldn't want to disappoint your fans out there by beating you up to freakin' sloppy mush…" Riz said, intending on a shot to the Legend Killer. But he proved to look unfazed by the whole situation. He stood there cockily. "Face it, Riz… You're no girl…" he said.
"You and I have different perceptions of a woman, Orton… Yours is eye-candy and typical girly-girl schmuck while mine is dignified and proud… Just 'cause I ain't willing to fall down at your feet and beg for you to satisfy me, doesn't mean I'm no longer female… Hell, I ain't like that! I'm a woman, Orton… A proud one… Stick that into your perverted mind…" Riz said before leaving him in the ring.
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"THAT'S IT!" Riz screamed after the Royal Rumble. "I've had it with your sheepish nonsense, Randy Orton… So, if you want a challenge, you've got a challenge… I'm here… And you've got one chance to say your piece before I knock your teeth back down your throat!"
"Chill, Riz… I'm just here… To challenge you to a match on Wrestlemania 21… One-on-one match… And… Stipulation is that whoever wins this match gets the other to do something for him…" Randy stated arrogantly as he leant on the top ring rope. "So, what'cha say, Riz… Do we have a deal?"
He extended his hand out to her as she still forcibly glared at him. She wanted this over and done so that he would be out of her life. And hell, she will bask in the glory of winning against this freak of nature. She extended her hand out as well and shook his, thus signifying that there was a match set for Wrestlemania between the Legend Killer Randy Orton and the ABC Riz.
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Multiple videos were aired, from the contract signing about the match on Wrestlemania, to various match interruptions by both parties. Leading up to the one, the only night where they could prove each other wrong, Wrestlemania XXI, live in Manila. This was the night. And for these two, the fire was just about to begin.
They previewed the storyline between Riz and Randy that had been running hot for two years now. Ever since Riz had entered the WWE, Randy's been hot on her trail. He's been in pursuit of irritating her both onscreen and off screen. The crowd was getting pumped up and ready for the next match, the final event of all final events. But before that, a picture aired on the Titantron.
"Riz… You can still back out of this while you still have the chance..." John said as he held the young diva at arms length and looked into her dark brown eyes. "You don't have to go through with this… Randy's just tryin' to get in your head with all this crap he's been saying… You know who you are, Riz… You don't have to prove it to anyone…"
"I agreed to do this, John… It's only fair that I push through and do what I gotta do…" she explained, taking his hands off her shoulders and looking down at the ground. "He's named the challenge… I've accepted… We signed the contract and now, now thousands of fans out there and perhaps millions 'round the world are countin' on me to do this… I can't let them down, John… I can't let myself down…"
"I'm just lookin' out for ya, Riz… I don't want you getting' hurt, 'specially after what happened during your championship match out there…" he explained. "I just have a bad feelin' that Randy's gonna try and do somethin' and you'll end up on your back or whatever… But, you're right… You chose to do this…"
"I did, John… And I'm not afraid to do this… I'm going out there… I'm not gonna let this one man destroy who I am and what I've worked for… The things with Stratus out there? They may not have been the best things to happen to me but I'm still standin'… And I'm ready to fight…" Riz said with a smile. John pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. He followed it up with a kiss to her head.
He pulled away and took his padlock off his neck. Then, he put it around hers. "Here… I want you to keep this for the meantime… It hasn't always given me good luck but it does so it might with you… And with this with you, I'll be right there cheering you on… I'm never gonna let you down, Riz… I swear on my favorite jersey I never will…" he said. She laughed and the picture went black.
'Who's that girl? Lalalalalalalalalalala…'Riz's theme music blasted throughout the arena again as she stepped out from the curtains. She was wearing the same thing as earlier: black cargo pants, black razorback sports bra and white rubber shoes. She had white wristbands on either wrist and her hair was still up in that messily stylish ponytail with her bangs slightly swept to one side.
"The following match is scheduled for one-fall with the stipulation of, when one wins, he or she gets to make the other do one thing, whatever it may be, whenever it may be, wherever it may be… Introducing first is Manila's own… RIZ!" Lilian announced on the microphone again. The fans cheered once more for their hometown hero as she walked down the ramp and to the ring. She climbed the steel steps and went through the bottom and middle rope. She walked around the ring as she didn't do her posing anymore.
This match, according to the script, would be an unknown match. By that, meaning the winner wasn't known yet. They just made the first part of the match in the script whilst when it would be climaxing, the two superstars will be on their own to rummage something up in their minds. Kind of stupid, according to Riz, since why try to plan a match when you'd stop in the middle of planning it?
'Hey… Hey! Nothing you can say! Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me!'
"Next up is the WWE Champion… He is the Legend Killer… RANDY ORTON!" Lilian announced once more as Randy stepped out from behind the curtain with John Cena's most treasured possession on his bare shoulder. He posed up on the stage for the fans and followed it up with a wink to the ladies nearby.
The fans were biased. They booed on Randy and cheered on Riz. After all, she was the bigger victim here. Once Randy was in the ring, the match immediately started. Riz took off John's padlock and held it to her heart like always before handing it to the referee. With a quick sign of the cross, she was ready for battle. Riz and Randy locked eyes as two years of burning hatred flamed up once again.
According to the script, it would start off in a way that Randy would always be getting the upper hand since he would always be using his height and weight advantage. But Riz would be able to counter the RKO with a knee to the lower back and she would be getting the upper hand from there. She would be kicking and punching and plain beating Randy down.
What shocked the world the most was when Riz did the AB on Randy. Now, this was off script already. This was real life. A struggle that no one could ever understand burst out in the ring. She pulled her set-up electric chair and with Randy down and out, she covered once for the pin. But he managed to kick out at two and a half.
Not wanting to lose this match, Riz stalked Randy's now frail figure. She squatted down and stalked Randy as he slowly tried to use the ropes as aids to help him get up. Once he was up, she carried him, a man twice her own weight, onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry. The fans went wild at her strength and began to stand up from their seats. Unfortunately, Randy had something in his hand. A very useful thing for him, too. John's padlock.
He had swiped it from the referee's pocket and was going to use it to cheat when he wasn't looking. While on Riz's shoulders and anticipating the Cancellation, he hit Riz forcefully and hard at the temple with the padlock without the referee seeing anything since it was concealed by his body. She felt the cold metal come in contact with her temple as she dropped Randy and fell down on her knees holding her aching head in the process. Randy hid the padlock underneath a turnbuckle and then got down on his knees and knuckles. He was stalking her for his prided finisher.
Once Riz was up and extremely dizzy with a throbbing head, Randy wrapped his arm around her neck and brought her down for the perfect RKO. She was down and out. He put an arm across her waist and trailed another down her arm as the referee counted the dreaded one… two… three.
The bell rang as the crowd was silent. They had no idea how to react. Randy, portraying his sick, perverted, cocky self, bent down to an unconscious Riz and kissed her long on the cheek with a smug smile on his face following. The crowd saw this and booed Randy. The got up from their seats and gave him all thumbs down. The referee handed Randy back his title belt as Lilian announced, "The winner of this match is the WWE Champion… The Legend Killer… Randy Orton!"
Rico jumped over the barricade and immediately climbed into the ring. He knew he would be scolded for this but he couldn't bear to see his second eldest sister be maltreated like such. He cradled his sister's head in his arms before glaring up at Randy. He stood up and went face-to-face with Randy. Rico was the tallest in the family with 6"0 at 19. He was about to hit him in the face when referees came out to stop him and pull him back.
Randy ran back up the ramp and stood on the stage as he raised his belt. He took a microphone and said, "Hey, Riz… I know you probably can't hear me since I've knocked you unconscious… And your little alliance over there wants to sock my gorgeous face… But I just wanted to ask… How does it feel to lose twice in one PPV? In your hometown at that? Well, I wouldn't know since I won twice in yours… So, I'll see you when the time comes, Riz… You're mine now…"
He dropped the microphone as he walked backstage with a smirk evidently plastered on his features. Rico had been escorted back to his seat with his family. The cameras zoomed in on an unconscious Riz and soon, Wrestlemania 21 went off-air. EMTs jumped to the scene and immediately went over to check on Riz. John ran out as well and climbed into the ring. Minor head trauma. She'll be out for just a couple of hours.
John carried Riz in his arms bridal-style with her head laid on his chest. The crowd cheered for John, the one man who gave their favorite diva lots of tender-loving care and respect. He carried her up the ramp and kissed her on the forehead in the process. Wrestlemania was done for the day with the fans in Manila sad at the sight of Riz losing. As the fans were beginning to exit the coliseum, backstage, everything was such a big mess and flurry.
Riz was back in the medical room. She was lying on the bed with an ice pack to her temple. She had been bruised somewhat near her eye. Plus, there was another slight bruise on the back of her right shoulder where she had fallen earlier from her match with Trish. She had been knocked out for thirty minutes now and John, who was sitting beside her bed in the medical room, was starting to panic inside. He didn't know what to do. He felt so useless. She was in so much pain, both physically and emotionally, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Mr. Cena…" Dr. Philippe Smith, the head doctor of the WWE Medical Team, called for John's attention. "Our young diva here won't be waking for quite sometime… I suggest that, with the number of bruises she's sustained tonight, you take her back to the hotel so that she can get the proper rest before RAW tomorrow night… I'm not so sure if she'll be safe here since most of the superstars and tech teams have left the building…"
"Alright…" John said as he stood up from the chair he had been sitting on. "Thanks, doc… Is there anythin' that I hafta give her? I mean… Like medicine, painkillers, and all of that other medical stuff?" he asked, pertaining to the medications Riz might need when she wakes up or if she'll be in pain.
"Here's a bottle of painkillers… Flanax, actually… It's one of the strongest ones… I've run her records and this prescription has been given to her for quite a number of times before she entered the WWE… I'm sure it'll do fine right now… You know, John, what amazes me the most is that Riz never really took painkillers… She never needed to and she never asked for them… This is quite a shocker…" Dr. Smith said.
"Well, let's just say, doc, that she hasn't really been in the best of states as of late… She's been pushin' people away and actin' like that typical proud strong Riz we always see… I don't know what she's tryin' to say or do but I do know that tonight was pro'lly one of the worst nights of her career…" John said with a slight touch of sadness.
"Every superstar goes through that, John… You sometimes lose in your hometown… And some way, somehow you manage to get back up on your feet and battle it out in the ring again… It happens, John… It happens… You should remember when you lost back in Boston… You were able to spring back up and even win the WWE Championship…" Dr. Smith said.
"Yeah, but that time, Riz was the one who cheered me on and told me I could do it… She always put the smile in my days, y'know, doc… And I kinda miss seein' her all happy… Instead, I just see her lyin' here and basically unconscious… And y'know, doc, for some odd twisted what-the-hell reason, I miss her… I miss who she was…" John said.
"She'll come back, John… You've just got to give her some time to spring back…" Dr. Smith said before placing a comforting hand on John's shoulder and nodding with a smile. John smiled back and watched the doctor walk away to his desk and start fixing his things. John looked at the girl lying down in front of him and took in a heavy sigh before proceeding to carry Riz. He brought her over to the Men's Locker Room. There was no one there anymore anyways.
After that, he went over to the Women's Locker Room and knocked gently on the door. He asked for Riz's things so that he could bring her back to the hotel. Trish, one of the five divas that remained there, collected Riz's things and gave them to John. Trish questioned him about the rose since she had noticed it with Riz's things. John simply shook his head and said he didn't know before retreating back to the Men's Locker Room.
He was driven back to the Crowne Plaza Hotel with Riz beside him by the security guards that the superstars were given. He was sitting in the backseat of a silver Toyota Innova with Riz's head laying down on his chest. He stroked her hair lovingly and kissed her on the forehead every now and then to at least let her know, even in her subconscious, that he was there. He always will be.
After avoiding the numerous fans that had swarmed them when they got to the hotel, John brought Riz back up to their room and laid her down on her bed. He changed her clothes, a thing they often did to each other when the other fell asleep without changing, and took off her shoes. He kissed her gently on the forehead before changing his own clothes and retreating to his own bed to get some sleep. Tonight was a sad one. His surrogate little sister was in the most crushing states ever, he had lost the title, and everything was going haywire.
The next night was another sold out night of RAW. The arena was jam-packed with fans that were going crazy and still had enough energy from last night's PPV. The WWE had a certain hobby of having a house show after every single pay-per-view. It wasn't that it wasn't fun, but sometimes, the superstars were so tired, they looked like they had just risen from the dead.
Riz, fortunately, had woken up earlier that day. John was so happy seeing that she was okay that he practically hugged her to death and smothered kisses over her forehead. He took care of her but she remained quiet and distant. He took care of her in every possible way but her eyes, her eyes glazed over with unshed tears, were always directed away and her lips always sealed.
That night in RAW, the main event was steaming hot. It was John Cena versus Randy Orton: rematch for the WWE Championship. Before the main event, Riz didn't make one single appearance to the fans, believing that she was probably too hurt from last night to come back on air tonight. But that changed when Randy stepped out before the main event and called her out.
"Last night… It was one of the best nights of my life, I've gotta say…" Randy said into the microphone cockily, title belt on his shoulder. "…And today… I promise you people that I'm going to celebrate before my match against that stupid thug, John Cena… So… Since last night I won against your… home… town… hero, Riz… And our stipulations were clear… I get her to do one thing for me… That's why, Riz, I want you to come out here so that I can ask you to do that one thing…"
'Who's that girl? Lalalalalalalalalalala…'Riz stepped out, wearing a pair of black RRJ cargo pants, a black fitted razorback with a loose off-shoulder on one side three-fourths-sleeved white shirt over it, and a pair of white Skechers rubber shoes. Her mass of dark brown hair was half up in a neat half-ponytail with a thick white scrungee and her bangs were swept to the side.
Her family and friends couldn't make it tonight. That's what made everything worse for her. There was no one there to back her up or jump over the barricade to save her from this man if something happens. Nonetheless, she wasn't scared. He was just one man. What else could he do with his perverted mind?
"What do you want, Orton?" she said in a dark menacing straightforward voice as she stood up there on the ramp with her hand on her hip. Randy signaled with his hand for her to step down the ramp and into the ring. He was wearing, or probably profiling, with his black dress pants, black half-buttoned polo with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black dress shoes. As per usual, his head was gelled into spikes and his face was the most arrogant thing on the planet.
She followed his wants and walked down the ramp and slid into the ring. She stood up in front of him and leant her weight on her right leg. There was a slight bruise on her left eyebrow and another slight bruise on her right shoulder. "Remember our little deal, Riz? You know, the one about last night's match?" Randy asked.
"Yeah…" she replied bluntly.
"I was thinking last night and I've got the perfect idea for what I'm going to ask you to do… After all, it is my celebratory night… I mean… Congratulate me, Riz! I won against your boyfriend! …Shouldn't you be so proud of me?" he said in all his stupid cockiness. The fans were going crazy just booing him.
"Oh, yeah, congratulations, jackass, you won… You're happy… Good for you…" she said in all sarcasm and mock enthusiasm. Her voice was dripping with pure, concentrated sarcasm when she spoke those very words. The crowd cheered her on loudly because of that and because of the annoyed look on Randy's face.
"I got around to thinking, Riz… And I asked myself… What's the one thing you've never done for me that I would love for you to do?" he started, in attempt to stop her sarcasm. "Oh, I know! You're the only girl who's never ever EVER in her career thrown herself at my feet and beg!"
Riz quirked an eyebrow at his statement and waited for him to go on. "So… You're going to help me celebrate tonight!" he said happily. The crowd was flooding with 'uh-oh's' and 'OMGs'. "Riz, you're going to have the honor tonight of having to strip right here in the middle of the ring to your underwear and of course… Give this newly-crowned champion a deserving congratulatory lap-dance to my music of choice…" he said.
With every word that came out of his mouth, Riz's eyes grew bigger. "One more thing… I'm going to strip you…" he said smugly. Sure, he's pulled off some pretty stupid stuff in the past but this was beyond stupid and by far the craziest thing he's ever done. Could he really ask her to stoop so low and ask her to do such a degrading thing? And in public, too! But being the sport that she was, Riz dropped the microphone and spread out her arms. She mouthed, 'I'm all yours' to him.
"You're serious? You're going to let me do it?" Randy said, shocked that she was going to submit herself to his wants. She grabbed her discarded microphone and brought it to her lips. Her eyes were still grazing over with tears. "A deal is a deal, Orton… You won and you get what you want… I agreed to the stipulation, so I have to comply with it…" she said.
She took a breath before continuing. "All of you backstage listen… Orton, I made a promise so I'm going to keep it… So even if this will scratch my dignity, I'll do it… No one from backstage or from the audience or from under this ring will come out and stop whatever you're intending to do… Not John, not whoever… I'm yours in this ring and I will respect our deal and your wants… So, let's get this over with…" she said before throwing the microphone away again and taking two steps closer to him.
Everyone backstage was shocked at this. She wasn't just one to submit herself to Randy's no good cocky arrogant wants. She would always fight for her dignity and separate what was inhumane from what was stupid. But to some extent, she also had a point. She did sign the contract and shake Randy's hand to agree on the stipulations. She was being a good sport. But did being a good sport mean she had to do this?
Randy let out a smug grin and threw his own microphone away. He handed his title to a referee at ringside and asked for a chair. The referee gave him one and he placed it in the middle of the ring. He sat down on it as the crowd was screaming, 'Riz! Don't do it! He's not worth it!' He pulled Riz closer to him so that she was standing in between his knees. Slowly, but surely, he took her white blouse off, leaving the razorback.
His eyes widened with delight as he began to peel the razorback off her, leaving her in a black strapless bra. His hands trailed down from her abs to the button of her cargos. He slowly unbuttoned it and pulled down the zipper. In his mind, he was wondering why there wasn't any sign of restraint from her, but he chose to ignore it and go on with his happiness.
He pulled down her jeans, leaving her in a pair of tight black short shorts and her rubber shoes. He removed those to and threw them to one side along with her white ped socks. He adored her slim body and ran his hands all over her midsection. He could feel that she was trying to stop herself from crying by the way her stomach bounced every now and then. He snapped his fingers as his theme song blasted through the arena. "Dance." He commanded.
She obeyed and began to dance to his rock theme song around him. She did as she was told and gave him his 'celebratory lap-dance'. She continued to dance as she held back all the fighting tears and pleased him. She spun around and danced against him as he ran his hands across her body every now and then. She bit her lip as she swayed her hips and let him enjoy the sight of her. After the song had ended, she immediately grabbed her clothes and ran back up the ramp. "Hey! We aren't even done yet!" he protested.
She was handed a microphone and she said, "The deal was you strip me and I dance… It doesn't mean I have to stay… So, I'm done, Orton… I'm d-done…" she said, her voice slightly breaking as she ran to the back and immediately rushed into John's arms. Her bare feet were freezing from the cold floor and her body was quivering.
John, who was waiting just behind the curtain for her to return, took off his shirt and placed it on her. There were cameras filming the whole thing as a promo for the people outside. He hugged her and comforted her before walking her back to the Women's Locker Room and making sure she was alright. After which, he abruptly swore to himself that he was going to avenge Riz, "I'm going to get that no good ass for doing this to Riz…"
John and Randy's match went on from there. They were fighting once again for the WWE Championship. Randy, being the bearer of the title, was confident of himself. He kept on saying that he was going to win. John, being the challenger, was determined to win back his prized possession. And with Riz as determination and motivation, John won.
Without cheating.
Here's an update! Love you all for the reviews! Keep 'em coming so that I update more! M'kay? Hope you guys like this chapter and for all of you out there, this is not a full Randy-bashing story.
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