Randy POV
Randy grabbed his knee in pain and frustration. How the hell did this kid know his right knee was his weak spot? Maven quickly jumped to his feet after diving a shoulder hit to Randy's knee. But Randy remained down.
He was getting angry. This match has been going on for ten minutes, and Maven has been fucking with Randy's knee for almost half that time. He was not looking forward to the rough night he was going to have icing the thing. But how did this kid know?
"C'mon Orton get up!" The kid's cocky voice spoke. Randy had to think fast. No way was he going to lose this match.
Suddenly Stacy came into view, she was standing directly where he told her to, arms crossed and a blank look on her face. The idea came to him like a flash. And so did his movements. Randy rolled to side of the ring where the blonde stood. He reached out as far as he could and before she could react, he had a hold of her hair. Randy pulled, and of course the poor girl started to fight, but he couldn't let go. Her screams were unheard, because he was busy trying to hear Maven's footsteps, which as expected where approaching quickly.
The kid didn't know Randy had Stacy by the hair, so when he did his baseball slide and Randy moved out of the way, Maven's boots met Stacy's face, knocking her to the ground and causing the distraction Randy wanted. Maven and the ref's attention went to the unconscious diva that neither saw the low blow coming. The crowd booed as the oblivious ref counted the one, two, three, for Randy's victory. He threw his fists in the air as his music played; Randy celebrated, as Stacy remained unconscious outside the ring.
Stacy POV
'That prick!" Stacy screamed through gritted teeth, as she held and ice pack to the side of her head. She was knocked out for a good 15 minutes and spent another half hour on a stretcher letting idiots shine flashlights in her face and ask her stupid questions. Not to mention Maven following her around apologizing profusely. Now she wasn't angry with him or the EMT's, but she had to take it out on someone.
The heels of her high boots echoed off the floor in the halls but she didn't slow her pace. Finally reaching the door, she kicked it open and walked it, the anger on her face very visible.
There he was, sitting on a metal chair in the middle of the empty locker room. A towel draped over his shirtless shoulder, a pair or black sports shorts pulled over his wrestling bottoms and two big bags of ice taped over his right knee. He was hunched forward, his head in his hands not bothering to move or respond to Stacy's sudden entrance.
Stacy studied him for a second; he didn't look like the cocky superstar who put her in danger just minutes ago. He looked, vulnerable. She almost wanted to turn and walk out, let him have this moment alone, to continue thinking whatever he was thinking. But her throbbing head got the better of her and anger took over.
Gripping the ice pack in her hand, Stacy threw it as hard as she could at the silent superstar. It hit his bare shoulder with a smack before falling to the floor. Immediately Randy's head shot up and his eyes met hers. They were tired eyes and for a second looked helpless and depressing before he replaced it with the smug, conceit she recognized in those blue orbs. He slowly leaned back in his chair with an amused look on his face.
"Hey baby, I knew you'd wake up." He ruthlessly greeted.
Stacy looked at him cruelly. "How could you do that to me you arrogant jerk?!" she screamed. "And don't call me that."
"Oh, come on doll, like you've never been knocked out before." Leaning forward in his chair, his attention stayed on her though, giving Stacy confidence.
She spoke. "Not like that. How could you use me like that? I'm on your side, If you needed help I—"
"On my side?" Randy cut off with a laugh. "Sweetheart this isn't about sides, this is about trust, and I didn't feel a need to trust you tonight, do you want to give me a reason to?
He raised his eyebrows in challenge but Stacy stayed silent. He was right, she wouldn't have helped him if he begged for it, after what he did to her last night, and making her wear this stupid outfit, which she really wanted to change out of right now. And after tonight, there isn't anything this guy could do to win her trust, and she could care less if he didn't trust her either.
"Look." He spoke up again. "I know you're pissed about how the match turned out, but you mind as well get used to it, it's hard work to valet for a winner these days. There're sacrifices to be made."
"I will not sacrifice myself for you." She spat out.
"Two peas in a pod babe." He said standing up. Stacy noticed him favor his right knee with a limp as he went to his bag. "So don't expect shit from me."
His back was to her now and she knew the conversation was over. She was obviously speaking to the king of assholes.
"What did I get myself into?" She mumbled before going back to the door.
"Hey."
"What!" Stacy said sharply turning back around. He was still across the room but he was facing her now.
His eyes sized her up and down, full of interest, Stacy all of a sudden felt naked.
"You look good tonight." He said.
Stacy was confused by the comment, but before she could answer he continued.
"I don't know what's different, the clothes, or maybe because of last night." He grinned, a cute grin, that if he didn't say something so slimy, she might have grinned back.
"Shut-up about last night. As far as I'm concerned nothing happened." She snapped. Stacy really hated herself now.
"Oh it happened." He said. "And you better believe it's going to happen again."
Stacy felt butterflies in her stomach either from nervousness or excitement she hated both. "I don't think so. I'm going to get this changed." She argued.
"How?" Randy asked as he sat back down on the chair. "You gunna go to Bishoff, yea, great idea sweetheart, because he won't treat you anything like this."
Stacy pouted. She was getting really sick of this guy being right all the time. Randy just watched her with a smile on his face. He was really enjoying this torture. She'll think of something.
Without answering she turned to the door only to get stopped again.
"Where you think you're going?" he said from his seat.
Stacy turned back in annoyance. He was unraveling the tape from his knee.
"I'm going to change out of this stupid thing and go back to the hotel." She answered promptly.
Randy shook his head but kept his eyes on his knee as he slowly bent it. "Hunter and Batista are in the main event tonight. I got to be at ringside."
"So."
"So, you're coming with." He answered still not looking at her.
"Why?"
"Because I said so." He said patiently.
Stacy bit her lip. "You honestly think I'll do whatever you say?"
He didn't answer instead he picked up his bag and made his way to the shower.
"So when can I take this off?" she asked pulling at the thick fabric.
He stopped at the far doorway, which led to the showers, an irritated look on his face. He leaned against the doorframe and finally met her eye, "What makes you think you'll be the one taking it off?" He said smiling.
And when she could only stare in a shocked silence, he went to the showers.
Randy POV
The mat was becoming a blood soaked mess, the team of Hurricane and Rosey didn't stand a chance at the beginning, but this has been nearly 45 minutes of pure brutality. After the ref was knocked out, yet again, things got nasty. Randy was beginning to feel bad for the poor suckers. He hated this feeling of guilt and shame, he felt it when Stacy came into his locker room earlier. He always seemed to feel bad after he did things like that. It got him wondering if Stacy would've helped him if he asked. But that's besides the point, Randy Orton doesn't need help.
But these guys sure as hell did, he winced as Hunter hit a pedigree on Hurricane for the 5th time. Looking over at Stacy, Randy felt his stomach knot. She had a horrified expression on her face and kept covering her eyes. Well why wouldn't she, these guys are her friends.
"Randy get in here." Hunter's deep voice brought Randy back to the match. He stared at the sweating champion in puzzlement. "Get in here Randy and bring the sledge." Batista pulled the masks off of both bleeding superstars.
Randy moved slowly, he really didn't find a point in going in there, these guys were beaten enough, even for him. This was getting unreasonable. He was fighting against every nerve from turning his back and head away from the scene. But he had a part in Evolution. He couldn't turn against his friends, as sick they may be. Randy ran to the side of the ring and dug underneath for weapons.
"You're not really going to do it are you?" Stacy's soft voice caught his attention. When he looked up he noticed tears rimming her eyes.
She looked so…beautiful and innocent. He had to think fast. Get rid of her. That sounded great.
"Go stand on the stage." Thankfully she didn't even hesitate as she walked up the ramp.
Randy's hand finally contacted with the wooden handle of the sledgehammer, but something stopped him from bringing it out. Conscience? He thought for sure he didn't have one of those. And oddly for a split second, Randy could feel the delicate eyes boring into his back from the stage behind him and without thinking, his hand slipped from the wooden handle leaving the weapon under the mat. He skillfully slid into the ring and joined his team.
"What the hell are you doing where's the—"
"Couldn't find it man." He easily lied. "But what does it matter you're fists seemed to have done the work for you."
Hunter stared at him a bit longer before nodding in agreement. Forgetting all about the sledge, he threw his fists in the air and received the roar of boos. Randy took a deep breath before eyeing the unmoving bodies of the 'super-heroes' and actually began picturing himself in their place and couldn't help but wonder if that was the better place to be.
To have gotten the hell beaten out of them only to have the crowd cheer for them harder tomorrow. To be loved and admired, to be brave and undeceiving and most of all, Randy's eyes went to Stacy who stood motionless on the stage, to be worth a beautiful woman's tears.
Dear God what the hell was happening to
him?
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TBC
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PS. Promised Smut scene in the next chappy.
