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Chapter Eleven: Invincible
Survivor Series 2006 – November 6, 2006(St. Louis, Missouri)
Trish had left the WWE earlier that year to get married and settle down with her high school sweetheart. Her last match had been during Unforgiven back in September. She had finally broken the record of the most number of times the WWE Women's Championship had been held. Trish had finally made it t being the Seven-time Women's Champion of the WWE.
Tonight, it was war for Randy. It was his title match versus Triple H for the World Heavyweight Championship. Being Triple H's protégé, Randy felt like he could be taken down so easily since the veteran was familiar with his moves. But Randy thought of his goal. His goal wasn't to really defeat Triple H on a personal basis. He wanted to with the World Heavyweight Championship just like he'd won the WWE Championship a year ago from John.
'Hey… Hey! Nothing you can say! Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me!'
The familiar blast of the electric guitars and the booming of drums and bass echoed through the Sporttrade Center in St. Louis. This, being Randy's hometown, was filled with so many Randy Orton fans. They were all excited for their hometown hero, a third generation superstar, the Legend Killer, Randy Orton. "The following match is scheduled for one-fall and it is for the World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first the challenger… Weighing in at 245 pounds… St. Louis's own… The Legend Killer, Randy Orton!" Lilian Garcia announced.
The fans got up on their feet as Randy entered through the curtains and did his usual posing. He walked cockily down the ramp and up the steel steps to the ring. He posed around some more in the ring and basked in the admiration of his hometown fans. He saw his mom, dad, sister and brother in the front row and they were cheering him on. For him, there was no better feeling that the one of that being home. He hadn't been here for so long. His music died down as the crowd went quiet again.
'Are you ready?'
D-Generation X's, DX, music blared through the arena as the fans gave less enthusiasm for the entering stable. "Next up is your World Heavyweight Champion… He is a member of D-Generation X… From Greenwich, Connecticut… He is the Cerebral Assassin, the Game… Triple H!" Lilian said again. Triple H came out from the curtains with the championship belt around his waist. He sprayed water from his mouth like always and headed down the ring to start the match.
Once both wrestlers were in the ring and the crowd had been pacified, the bell rang thrice indicating the beginning of the match. Triple H and Randy stalked each other around the ring as they glared at each other. According to the script, they grappled in the middle of the ring with Randy quickly turning it into a headlock. Triple H countered and Irish-whipped Randy to the turnbuckle.
Randy revived and was met by a clothesline to the chest against the turnbuckle. It was soon followed up by multiple blows to the face and abdomen. Randy fought back as he and Triple H exchanged blow per blow. But Triple H soon got the upper hand and was soon able to pull an Atomic Drop on Randy; after which he Irish-whipped the protégé onto the opposite turnbuckle of earlier.
Ducking from the incoming clothesline, Randy side-stepped the veteran and capitalized on the man's energy. While Triple H was stuck in the corner, Randy forced a standing dropkick to his back causing major pain to the Cerebral Assassin. Strategizing on his opponent's weakness, Randy got down to his knuckles and stalked the next victim of his vicious RKO.
But Triple H, unfortunately, knew Randy all too well to fall into his trap. So, when the veteran spun around, he immediately ducked. Randy, instead of catching Triple H, caught air and hit his body on the turnbuckle his prey was on. Spinning around, he was suddenly met with a vicious spine-buster from his mentor. Randy struggled to get up and succeeded, only to caught by Triple H as he set-up for the Pedigree, his prided finisher.
No, Randy couldn't lose this match. This was his match; his moment. Digging deep down for the extra stamina and motivation, Randy slid away from Triple H and hit a standing dropkick to the mentor's chin. Triple H was down and struggling to get up as Randy rested his weight on his knuckles and stalked his prey like a wild animal.
Once Triple H was up and back on his feet, Randy took the veteran's fazed moment to hit him with the RKO. Luckily, the champion was unable to counter the finisher and Randy was able to pull it off without a hitch. The crowd was cheering extremely loudly upon the finisher pull of their hometown hero. Randy raised Triple H's leg for the three-count. 1… 2…3.
"The winner of this match and your new World Heavyweight Champion… The Legend Killer, Randy Orton!" Lilian announced as Randy's theme music blared through the arena again. Triple H was helped out of the ring by medics and EMTs. The referee handed Randy his title as he held it close to him. Finally. 2-time World Heavyweight Champion. He had made it through this vicious war between an assassin and a killer.
After he was done celebrating around the ring, he left the ring and proceeded to the backstage area where everyone congratulated him for a job well done. Some people shook his hand while others gave him a heartfelt pat on the back. Paul Levesque (Triple H) even congratulated him on the win after he had gotten back into his right senses. Randy turned his head after feeling a tap on the shoulder. There he saw Riz standing with a smile on her face. "Congratulations, Orton! You won!" she said.
Everyone near them quirked an eyebrow as Randy said, "Of course I did." and they both laughed. Last time they checked, these two wanted to claw each other's face off. Now, they were laughing together? Was it just them or did everyone else feel that they were missing out on something here? "Well, take care of that title, Orton… It's not everyday that you get to hold that…" she said before walking away and leaving for her own main event that night.
'Who's that girl? Lalalalalalalalalalala…'
Riz's theme music blasted through the arena as she stepped out wearing a pair of green camouflage cargos, a white Billabong short-sleeved hoodie and a black Roxy baseball cap on her head. Plus, let us not forget her trusty white Skechers and her hair tied up into that messily-stylish ponytail at the back of her head. The fans were divided between cheering for her and booing. Mainly because she was involved in a storyline with their hometown hero and it wasn't a nice storyline at that. But still, some loved her for being the 'next Trish Stratus'.
"The following match is schedule for one-fall and it is for the WWE Women's Championship! Introducing first the challenger… From Manila, Philippines… She is the ABC of the WWE… Riz!" Lilian announced. She walked into the ring and slapped some of the hands of fans. There was one fan up front that held a sign that said, 'Riz, Marry Me or I Will Have Orton RKO You.' She merely smiled at it and gave the teenage boy a noogie for the record. She stepped into the ring and climbed up onto the second turnbuckle. With a pluck of the hoodie and a wink to the crowd, she admired her fans here in St. Louis.
The cheerleader sound of drums interrupted Riz's ever-so-famous entrance. The upbeat theme song blared through the arena as the fans got up and cheered for the Women's Champion. "Introducing next… From Richmond, Virginia… She is your WWE Women's Champion… Mickie James!" Lilian said. Mickie stepped out to the stage and showed off her belt. She was, as per usual, jumping all around the arena in her 'psychopath hyperactive' way.
She slid into the ring and posed around as Riz leant on the turnbuckle whilst awaiting her opponent. She knew she would win the championship tonight. It was in the script after all. Yes. Vince didn't want anymore impromptu matches for Riz since Trish was gone and they were the only two capable of pulling off a perfect impromptu match without any hitches. Mickie finished her parading and soon surrendered her title to the referee.
Riz took off her black cap and threw it to the awaiting crowd. It was soon followed by her white hoodie. She was wearing a solid black razorback sports bra and, of course, the dog tags. Not needing to be asked by the referee, Riz surrendered the dog tags to him after placing them to her heart. Before the bell rang, she cornered herself to the turnbuckle and closed her eyes as she looked down. She took a steady deep breath before doing the sign of the cross and looking back up. She was soon shifting her weight from foot to foot fast as the bell rang thrice.
The two competing divas circled the ring as they played strategizing on each other. They locked in the middle of the ring with a fierce grapple before the referee broke it up. Mickie took the chance and hit Riz on the face with a vicious slap. Riz countered, being the fighter, with another slap to the champion's face. They exchanged slaps until Riz was able to corner Mickie to the turnbuckle and Irish-whip her to the opposite.
Unfortunately, Mickie had reversed the move using Riz's momentum against her; thus, Riz was the one Irish-whipped to the turnbuckle. She slid down the corner and held her aching back. Mickie capitalized and landed a standing dropkick to Riz's jawbone. But, Riz was able to move out of the way therefore sending Mickie flying into the turnbuckle and injuring her right ankle. Now, Riz had the perfect way to defeat Mickie. Capitalize on the ankle.
As a result from moving too quickly, Riz's vision blurred a little but she shook it back to normal. She measured Mickie's now limp figure and, once the champion was able to stand up, swiped her feet. Mickie fell down, landing on her ankle pretty badly. She tried to use the turnbuckles to help herself up. Upon reaching the second turnbuckle, Riz lifted Mickie into a sitting position on her shoulders and performed the perfect electric chair.
Mickie was down and out. The crowd was going wild at the match. Riz's adrenaline was pumping hot and she was ready to perform her finisher before pinning Mickie. But as Mickie was obviously trying to stand up from the torture, Riz suddenly felt dizzy. She brought her hand up to her temple and massaged it slightly. Her eyes were now slowly beginning to faze as her eyelids were about to close. She felt out of breath and her legs went wobbly; that was, before they gave away and she fainted, falling flat on her back.
Mickie, needing to continue on with the match, hooked Riz's leg for the win. Riz felt Mickie pinning her but everything was spinning so fast that she was basically unable to move a muscle. The world faded out as Lilian announced, "The winner of this match and still your WWE Women's Champion… Mi…" Riz never even got to hear Mickie's full name before she literally passed out in the middle of the ring.
The world finally faded back in and she opened her eyes. There was this blinding white light that made her squint her eyes while they adjusted to the brightness. She opened her eyes fully and looked to her right. She saw that she was on a bed, inside a room and it was obviously morning. Her thoughts were cut when she heard a male voice say, "Hey, stranger…"
She looked to the direction of the voice and there she saw Randy Orton sitting on a chair beside her bed. He had a smile on his face as he greeted her messed up state. "Orton? What the hell? Where am I? Ain't I supposed to be at the arena getting checked up? Damn… My head hurts…" she said. She tried to sit up but failed miserably, ending up falling back down. "What's going on, Orton? Why can't I sit up?" she said, tears slowly brimming in her eyes.
He looked at her and stood up from his seat. He sat on the edge of her bed and lowered his lips to her forehead before saying, "I'll explain everything to you when you get back to your right senses… Right now, you need to sleep… You need your rest… Just close your eyes and go back to dreamland…" He smiled at her and stroked her hair. She could only do as she was told. She closed her eyes and felt weariness get the best of her. She fell asleep.
Riz woke up again. Now, it was still morning. She looked to her side and saw Randy looking at her with a smile on his face. "I see you're up again…" he said. She nodded, as if not finding the right words to answer. She tried to sit up once again but found it difficult. He immediately stood up and helped her sit up while he gingerly propped a pillow behind her back. He sat down on the edge of the bed and asked, "How are you?"
The look she sent him said it all. There was that scrutinizing look that was plastered on Riz's features. As if reading her mind and understanding everything without a single word uttered, Randy tried his best to explain everything. "Back at Survivor Series, you fainted in the middle of your match… Mickie got the win and you were knocked out… The medics carried you backstage and realized they couldn't exactly pinpoint what was happening to you… You should've seen John… He was ready to kill the medics…" he started.
"Anyway… They sent you off to the St. Louis Hospital where you were checked on… They confirmed that your blood sugar level was extremely low; you're suffering from vitamins A, C and K deficiencies; and you're calcium and iron levels are also low… You were confined for a good twenty-four hours before they brought you here to my house after you were cleared…" he said. "But why here? And why are you here?" she asked.
"I offered to take you in like you did to me… I surrendered my title the following day to Steph McMahon just like you did… Until all your vitamins and other stuff were back to normal, you couldn't be cleared to leave the country, much less, leave home… And like you, I didn't want to see someone stranded in a hospital for so long being so lonely and surrounded by absolutely no family… So, I said to myself, 'It's the least I could do for you'…" he said.
"Don't worry; no one forced me to do this… John came by before he left for Virginia… You were out for two days after you were released… Then you woke up… Then, you woke up again just now after twenty-four hours…" he explained the whole timeline to her. It took a while for Riz to take it all in. She looked away from him and didn't want to meet his eyes like as if she were hiding something.
"Riz, look at me…" he said. She turned her head slightly and made her eyes meet his. Hers were pooling with forcibly unshed tears as she bit her quivering bottom lip. "I want you to explain to me why your vitamin, mineral and blood sugar levels are this low… I want to know why your health is faltering like this so that I can help you get better…" he asked.
She shut her eyes and let a tear slide down her right cheek. "I… I…" she started off. "I couldn't eat, Orton… I didn't have the appetite to eat… I didn't have the reason to eat either… I just felt like I couldn't shove the food into my mouth… It was all holding me back… And the hunger took all the pain away… It just served as a substitute…"
"A substitute to what? The pain? What's the pain all about?" he inquired.
She looked away. "Pain from having to deal with loss, Orton… Loss…" she said.
"I'm not forcing you to open up…" he said, obviously sensing that there was something bothering her deep down inside. "But whatever the problem may be, Riz, I'm right here… And I can help you… Whatever's bothering you is causing you to starve yourself and you lose all the things you need to make yourself healthy… Nobody wants the fans' favorite diva like that… So, I'll leave you here and get your food, okay?" he stood up and began to walk away.
"I…" she said. "I need you to stay here." She said. He spun around and gave her a questioning look. "I need to let everything out, Orton… John was right, I can't keep blocking everyone out of my life and keeping it all inside 'cause it hurts too much to do so… You're here, and you offered to listen… I need someone right now, Orton… I need to let this all out 'cause it hurts too much…" she said as tears fell down her face.
I memorized all the words for you
but if you only knew
how much that's just not like me
I wait up late every night
Just to hear your voice
but you don't know that's nothing like me
He walked back and sat on the edge of the bed. He wiped away her tears with his thumb and motioned for her to start. "Back when I was in first year high school, I went to this interschool party at a hotel… And it was fun… Everyone knew me and some even asked for my autograph 'cause I was a famous figure skater… And that was the night I met him… I met Nathan… Nathan Rodriguez… He was a wonderful guy… He cared about me… And so we started to keep in touch and talk all the time…" she said as he listened intently.
"When I was 17 and in my junior year, during the night of the prom, he was my prom date, he asked me to be his girlfriend… He explained on how we've known each other practically to the bone and he's had these feelings for me… I said yes… As the years progressed, we were fine… We were happy… He was the perfect man… He always asked me how I was… He would call me at any time just saying that he just wanted to hear my voice and tell me he loved me…" she related as tears fell down her face.
"We would always go out on weekends and sometimes we'd go to parties together… Until that one party when we were in sophomore year in college… I had invited him to one of my block parties on campus as my date and of course, he willingly went with me… Midway through the party, we decided to go out and walk around since the air was cool and the stars were out… It just began to get romantic…" she said.
"But moments never last… Some drunk guy came up to us and freaked me out… Being my girly-girl self, I hid behind Nathan and he protected me… He calmly asked the guy to leave but he wouldn't budge… The man stabbed him with a knife and all I could do was crouch down and try to save Nathan… but the man grabbed me and dragged me to his pick-up truck… He kept on saying how beautiful I looked in my miniskirt and my blouse… How I looked every inch like a slut…" she said with a slight drop of venom.
"He intended on raping me… And he did… I remember that night vividly… That's why when you asked me to do the thing on RAW, the whole strip and dance thing, I just felt like I was reliving that moment… Oh well, after that night, Nathan and I were sent to the hospital and we were there for two weeks due to injuries… I was lucky enough to avoid pregnancy… I felt so guilty… The only reason Nathan was there was because I had attracted too much attention… So, I resided to leaving my girly-girl life in the past… I kept everything and started to use cargos and combats…" she retold the most painful story.
You know I wonder how you already figured out
All these things that I try to hide
All this time I've been hoping you don't find out
All these things that I hide on the inside
"Ice skating was my refuge… But the short skirts made me double take on it… I resigned from my figure skating and my girly-girl persona 'cause I simply didn't want to attract any more guys… I started to cover up and be rather tomboy-ish… Since, I was this and I still had a chance at wrestling… I pursued it…"
"I entered wrestling after graduating college and yeah, so leads us to my debut and so on… After I won my first championship back in 2004, I flew home… And Nathan and I celebrated together… And that was the same night he proposed… And… I accepted… So, yeah, I was engaged with my parents' blessing 'cause they loved him so much… I said yes to Nathan 'cause whoever I was, whether I be the girly-girl or the tomboy, he still loved me… He never looked on the outside but he always said how beautiful I really was…" she said, a slight smile crawling onto her face as she reminisced the candlelit dinner Nathan had set up.
I can't be held responsible
this is all so new to me
Just when I think I'm invincible
you come and happen to me
"By 2005, the wedding was all done… It was hard preparing for it since I was always out of the country… But we made it through… The set date was the day after the RAW after Wrestlemania 21… And after that, I would go on leave for my honeymoon… But unfortunately, a month before our wedding, I received terrible news that the man I loved was just tested positive for acute leukemia…" she said, a frown devouring the once bright smile on her face.
"That day that we fought in catering… That day I broke down in front of all you people… That day I received that dreaded phone call… That Nathan… had… d-died… He had died three or four days prior to our wedding… Nothing could help… Chemotherapy or whatever else medication he was given, they all failed… I couldn't bring myself to go back home and see his body… I couldn't bring myself to face the world so I hid… And I… I… I just simply broke down…" she whimpered.
"I never got my fairytale… I never got to walk down that aisle wearing a pure white dress with me about to cry… I never got to get to the end of that aisle and see a man holding his hand out to me… I could look into his eyes and see how well he knew me… I could feel he was there and that he would always take care of me… We could have danced our first official dance… And after that, fly off in a plane to a special place… I never got that, Orton… I never did… I never got to feel so beautiful on that special day of my life…" she said as she bit her bottom lip.
"I wasn't strong enough to push through, Orton! But I refused to let you see that… 'Cause you would just pick on me for it… I wasn't strong enough to see him dead! I wasn't strong enough to go back home… I felt so weak… I loved him with all my heart and soul… Seeing him dead, that was something I wasn't ready for… I wasn't strong enough even if I did a thousand reps or a million crunches… I loved him! And I felt so weak not being able to save him…" she said.
He rubbed her back soothingly in circular motions before holding her shoulders and tilting her head to make her eyes meet his. "Listen to me, Riz… You are not weak… You are one of the strongest people I know… You don't have to be strong all the time… Sometimes you have to be weak so that you can let someone in and they can help you…" he explained.
"But I didn't want to be weak! I had to be strong! I couldn't forget everything that had happened! I had given up my true colors, my passion, and my life! At the top of everything, I lost the man I loved and I can never get him back! I couldn't go on, Orton! But you were there and you kept on pushing me! I couldn't… I… I couldn't show you I was weak… You would just find another reason to make my life worse…" she said.
"Riz, whatever happened in the past is the past… You have to let everything go… And move on… You… You have to show the world that you can stand up after you fall… But you can't do it by starving yourself to get rid of the emotional pain… As for me, that was just the persona kicking in, Riz! I didn't mean to really hurt you… Right now, you're so weak in front me… And I'm afraid for your well-being… I want to help you… And now, I feel like I am because I know what's happening… You can be weak in front of me, Riz… And I won't use that against you… Not anymore…" he said.
I want to make sure everything is perfect for you
If you only knew
That's not like me to follow through
Maybe even give up all these dead end dreams
Just to be with you
But you don't know that's nothing like me
"But I did stand up, Orton! I did! I faced my fears and I took you in even if it meant tarnishing my front! You reminded me of him so much… I took you in and I just felt like you were him and he needed me… I needed refuge… And taking care of you gave me that sense of safety, like I was myself again…" she said.
"How did I remind you of him if all I've ever done was hurt you?" he asked.
"That Wrestlemania night… If ever you remember, there was a red rose that fell into the ring when I was having my match with Trish… And do you remember the picture frame back home of me and my best friend? Yeah, that was Nathan… And the quote… It was Spanish for: 'The day this rose turns to red is the day that I'll be able to stand on my own two feet without you… That there's someone else in the world who needs your love… I've gotten too much of it…' Yeah… And the red rose was my sign… My sign that I had to stand up and move on…" she said. It all started to make sense to Randy. It was complicated but he got it.
"…And then you came along… And you needed someone to take care of you… I took that as my cue… I took that as the reason why God took Nathan away from me… It was because of you… You needed my attention… So, I took you in… While I was taking care of you, there was this feeling of loss and emptiness… I couldn't bear the pain of remembering Nathan every time I look at you… So, I took physical pain slash hunger and felt it to replace the emotional pain…" she explained, the tears falling down her face rapidly.
Now I'm waking up
I've finally had enough of this wreck of a lifetime
I never thought I'd survive it
Now I'm taking back
All I gave up for that
Leave my pain behind
Wash these stains from my life
He took her faint figure into his arms and hugged her. He let her cry into his chest as he rocked her back and forth. Everything from the rape to the skating to the proposing to the death, it was all beginning to piece together for him. The reason why she never threw herself at him was because she was committed. The reason why she was so tomboy-ish was because of that rape incident. The reason why she was so angry before Wrestlemania was because of Nathan's death. The reason why she starved herself was because of pain. "I have a confession to make…" he said. She nodded, indicating he could go on.
"I was the one who paid a man to throw that rose to the ring during your match…" he said. She looked up to him and quirked an eyebrow. "I paid the man to throw it in before your finisher came… And it said 'Never' because it meant that you'd never get away with anything from me…" he explained. She gasped. Was it fate? Was it destiny that this was meant to happen?
"You can be whoever you want to be in front me… I'll understand…" he said.
"I still don't like you, Orton…" she said in a stern voice and playful eyes that made them both crack up laughing.
Just when I thought all was lost
you came and made it all okay
For the two weeks that Riz was out of the business, Randy took care of her and pampered her. He made sure she ate properly and he got her back to her healthy state. They were still both contemplating in their minds as to why the things they did seemed to lace together so perfectly. Both never figured it out. But the good thing was, they had gotten closer and they had become friends. Riz was somewhat glowing now because she had been open to Randy. As for him, he was still confused. It was just in those two weeks that…
I can't be held responsible
this is all so new to me
Just when I think I'm invincible
you come and happen to me
They both realized they weren't invincible.
"I want to be a girl again…" Riz announced one morning as Randy was fixing up the breakfast dishes. Today was the last morning they had together since they were flying to Toronto that night. He smiled at her as he put the last plate on the rack to dry. He walked up to her and said, "Well, then, the mall isn't far away… I can always take you shopping…" She smiled back at him as she hugged him tightly and said thanks before running up the stairs and changing out of her pajamas.
At the mall, Randy saw a whole new different side of Riz. Of course, he didn't see her with the clothes she picked on since he left her alone to shop but she was so excited to shop. Before, whenever the divas would go on shopping trips she would usually just buy a new pair of Converses or a new hoodie. Now, she was like a teenage girly-girl let loose in Hot Topic.
Riz found it fun shopping again. She hadn't felt this liberated in such a long time. All the sales clerks who watched wrestling quirked an eyebrow at her change in fashion sense but she didn't bother with them. She was happy and for once, she half-maxed out her credit card on clothes. Yeah, binging was bad. But she had a reason!
She now had eight paper bags on her arms. Some were from Hot Topic, Zara, Penshoppe, Petit Monde, Bench, Cinderella and Lee. There was a smile beaming on her face as she waltzed up to Randy who was signing an autograph for a little girl who had noticed him. He shifted his attention to her and took note of all the bags. He let out a soft chuckle as she merely shrugged her shoulders with a smile.
"Come on, I've got a gift for you…" he said. He took her to one part of the mall. He pulled her into one room which was dark. The only light was the one coming from outside in the mall through the glass doors. He grabbed something from one side and he shoved it in her hands. She put down the paper bags and took the white box from him. She untied the red ribbon and opened the box to see a pair of white skates with a pink swirly R stitched onto each skate. There were purple butterflies, too, at the side of the R.
She looked up at him as he smiled and flicked a switch. The lights turned on one by one and there, standing before her, was a skating rink. The ice was still smoking and the seats were empty. The ice, it looked so smooth and clear that it seemed like water. She looked at him and opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She was on the verge of tears and she couldn't get a mere word out.
"Riz…" he started. "I rented this whole place out for you… I want you to skate again and just feel good about yourself… It's just my little way of saying thank you and repaying you for the snow globe you gave me last Christmas…" he said. She dropped the box and suddenly jumped up to wrap her arms around his neck.
"Thank you, Randy… Thank you…" she said.
He pulled away and looked at her skeptically. "What?" she asked. "You just called me Randy and not Orton…" he said, rather shocked of this new name. He had to admit, it sounded different but it sounded better than a last name. It sounded more personal and heartfelt.
"I guess it really is time for a change…" she said with a smile. He smiled back and hugged her, too. "I still don't like you…" she said as they both laughed.
She had changed into more suitable skating clothes. Jeans and a baby-tee weren't really befitting for ice-skating. She had grabbed the clothes she had bought and changed into them. She also fixed her hair up a little. She stepped out wearing her new clothes and the skates Randy had given her. She saw Randy sitting on one of the seats as he fiddled with what seemed to be a video camera.
She cleared her throat to grab his attention and she got it. He looked at her and saw her looking differently. His jaw dropped at what he saw as he scanned her from head to toe. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a neat ponytail with her bangs left on the side of her face. She was wearing a fit baby pink v-neck sweater over a white spaghetti-strap top. After that, she was wearing a hot pink skirt that went half past her thighs. She was wearing some skin colored stockings and the skates he had given her. "You look amazing…" he said.
She smiled and winked playfully. She took off the guards on her skates and walked to the ice. She put one foot on it and felt the ice's coolness touch her skin. She felt rejuvenated. She began to skate around, doing simple toe loops and spins every now and then. "Something's missing…" she heard Randy say. Suddenly, he clapped both hands and 'You first believed' blasted through the rink.
How many times did I pray you'd find me… How many wishes on a star…
She smiled and partially laughed at the familiar tune. "Do you still remember your skate routine?" he asked. She nodded her head. "Skate for me." He said with a genuine smile. "I must warn you, I'm a little rusty…" she said. "It doesn't really matter…" came his reply. She shrugged her shoulders as she began to skate.
There was a toe loop here followed soon by a triple salchow. Soon after, it became camel spins and arabesques along with triple and double lutzes. She mixed them all together, threw in a couple of triple axels, waltz poses and backward skating, and soon, she felt like she was on top of the world again. The seats soon filled up with the imaginary audience of the Philippine Olympics as they roared with excitement. She scanned them as she skated and she noticed one person standing out. He was capturing her figure on a video camera.
At first, it was Nate she saw. It was when he was videoing her. But then, his figure faded into Randy. She smiled at the sight of him looking at the LCD screen of the camera. He looked so amused. The song had finished and had looped back to the start. He put down the camera which was still recording and clapped his hands for her. She bowed with a smile as she laughed. "There's something missing…" she screamed over the music. "What?" he asked.
"You!" came her reply.
"Me?" he asked.
"Skate with me!" she said. He merely shrugged his shoulders and went down the stairs. The attendant gave him a pair of skates as he put them on. He skated out onto the ice and met her in the middle.
"I don't know how to skate like you…" he said to her with an innocent voice.
She shook her head with a smile, "You don't have to…"
So, they started skating around. At first, they were rather unsure of what they were doing. But soon, they uncertainty melted away. They were laughing and smiling together. They skated around the rink and did couple moves every now and then, despite Randy saying that he didn't know how to skate like her. They once tried to do a Latin dance on the ice and they both ended up on their butts. Nonetheless, they were still laughing.
Little did they know that John had come in after they had started skating. He had been there to surprise Riz. Randy had told him where they were so he went there. It looked like he wasn't quite needed to make Riz's day. He took the video camera that was deposited on a chair and began filming the two. He zoomed in on Riz every now and then. They looked so happy together.
So many times when my heart was broken
Visions of you would keep me strong
You were with me all along; guiding my every step
You are all that I am and I'll never forget
It was you who first believed in all that I was made to be
It was you looking in my eyes
You held my hand and showed me life
…And I've never been the same… since you first believed…
Yay! So yeah. I updated. Late Christmas gift for all of you from moi. It's long, too! Haha. I've noticed something lately in fanfiction, no one's updating. Yeah. So I thought I would! Haha. Well, here it is, hope you guys like it.
Thanks to all the people who reviewed the last one.
By the way, the more the reviews, the faster the updates. So, if there are only a few reviews, sad to say, longer waiting time. Yeah. Haha. Read and Review!
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