The week lasted forever. Stacy could feel herself slowly going insane. Her mind was always screaming for her to stop it, but every other part of her body screamed for Randy's touch.
She found herself giving into him almost everywhere at anytime. Not only all night at the hotel, but there was that time in the elevator, once in the back of the limo, at the gym, even in the bathroom at a McDonald's. They were totally addicted to each other, but found it so hard to admit anything else.
Stacy still found it dangerous which is why she asked Val Venis to be her next rescuer. Thankfully he agreed with no hesitation.
When Randy received the phone call he was amused. He accepted the match as long as the terms were the same, then he sealed the deal, which explains the time at McDonald's.
Over the weekend Stacy was forced to tag along as Evolution went out in downtown Chicago. She hated being around those guys. Ric Flair just sickened her to the bone, Batista just flat out scared her but neither was as bad as Hunter.
Hunter terrified Stacy, he was a bad guy, not just the way he acted in the ring, but the way he acted outside too. After his horrid break-up with Stephanie, Hunter grew this vulgar hatred toward women, the way he treated some of the girls at the clubs was disgusting.
But that wasn't all, she'd always catch him staring at her, his brown eyes fixed on her like some kind of animal, his stare was full of hunger, dangerous hunger. Needless to say Stacy was glued to Randy's side that night and whenever Hunter was close, she'd press herself closer to Randy mentally asking him to protect her.
"Why do you do it?" Stacy asked, breaking the silence in the car.
They were driving back to the hotel after a long night of partying with the rest of Evolution. Randy was wearing his sunglasses even though it was almost 2 in the morning. But Stacy could still see the look of confusion on his face.
"Do what?" he asked, before making a crazy turn through an intersection, Stacy was used to his driving by now, she sat patiently sat in the passengers seat continuing the conversation.
"Pretend that you like them. That you like being part of Evolution." Stacy wasn't holding back from her words, but she was curious. After a whole weekend with those guys, Stacy couldn't see why Randy hung out with them, he was nothing like them, even after all he's done to her. She couldn't place him with those other monsters.
"What do you mean pretend?" He seemed to be getting testy, like he wanted to get angry, but he wasn't sure for what.
"Well it's just…oh never mind." Stacy didn't want to get him angry, this was a stupid idea.
Randy wasn't so mutual with her decision to drop the subject. "No, not never mind, what did you mean?"
Oh great, he's already angry, clearly not a great idea.
"Just forget it, drop it." She crossed her arms over her chest and began gazing out the window.
Suddenly the car began slowing down before stopping on the side of a deserted street. Stacy hesitated before turning to face him, he was holding his sunglasses in his hand, which was resting on the steering wheel, his eyes were straight ahead, staring at the empty road. She was confused by his form, was he still angry? Why did he pull over?
He looked patient and calm, a total switch from before. Finally it dosed on her, she realized what he was doing. He was waiting. He was calmly waiting for her to tell him what she meant. She had no idea how she was going to talk herself out of this one.
"Look I'm tired, and I was drinking, sometimes I say things that don't make sense." She quickly made up the excuse.
Randy didn't flinch, he didn't turn, he didn't even acknowledge that she spoke. All Stacy could do was watch him. His face alone captivated her.
"You got one minute, to make sense of it." He said not even turning to her.
Stacy felt a jolt in her stomach. He was not going to let this go, she mind as well tell the truth.
"Fine, first off you drank beer." She stated.
Finally Randy turned his head to her. His blue eyes held hers at gunpoint. He looked insulted. "What the hell does that have to do with anything?"
"They had $120 bottle wine at the table, and when you thought they were to gone to notice you ordered a $3 beer, I thought Evolution only drank the rich stuff." Stacy said boldly.
Randy hesitated, but his eyes didn't leave her. "So I had a few beers, no one can drink that wine straight without washing it out a bit."
"They did." Stacy muttered.
"What else?" Randy asked ignoring her last comment.
"The clothes." She said quickly.
"The clothes?" He repeated.
"They aren't you. If they were then you'd still be wearing that expensive jacket, and well…" Her eyes wandered over the rest of him. The black button down shirt he was wearing was un-tucked and unbuttoned exposing the white beater underneath, it's sleeves were rolled up just below his elbows, the Rolex he was sporting before was now off and thrown into the cup holder. And unlike the designer shoes the others were wearing, Randy had on expensive but very simple black combat boots, in which you could never tell under those very baggy Dickies. "…need I say more?" she finished.
Randy didn't bother to look over himself; he seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. Actually a sly grin was approaching his mouth, he seemed to find this amusing.
"So I drink differently, and I have a different style in clothes, doesn't mean shit." He said settling back into his seat.
"Your attitude." Stacy said.
"My- you are the last person who should be talking about my attitude." He said leaning toward her again.
"True, but we both know that there are crueler things you could be doing to me. Things I know Hunter would not hesitate to do." She said.
Randy stared at he a while as if he knew she said something right, but it didn't last long. "You got me all wrong." He said turning away.
"And there's Tabitha."
"Who?" Randy asked narrowing his eyes.
"The girl who was hanging on you tonight, the one you were supposed to take back to the hotel with you." Stacy reminded him.
"What about her?" He seemed to be getting bored.
"She was seventeen years old. You knew. That's why you ordered her non-alcoholic drinks behind her back and that's why you didn't take advantage of her."
"So I don't want to go to jail for statutory." He shrugged, but she could see the uneasy in his eyes.
"That's not the reason. Because Hunter's girl looked no older than 16 and he seemed very used to the fact. They've been doing it for years without getting caught." Stacy said.
Randy didn't say anything; his stare was going through her.
"And that's not the only thing. Hunter, Ric and Batista, practically dragged their girls out of the club, holding onto their arms like they were some criminals before stuffing them in their cars and driving off. You however, held Tabitha's hand and walked her out of the club while she pretended to be drunk, then you made sure she was in a Taxi and taken home." By the time Stacy finished, Randy looked very tense; he didn't seem to be aware of her watching him closely tonight.
Stacy almost regretted the words.
"So I didn't want to slam the bitch, it's not like I haven't been getting laid all week." He tried to sound harsh.
"Ok." Stacy said simply. She wasn't going to get through to him. "So you going to tell them that you sent Tabitha home in a cab tonight right?"
Randy angrily threw his sunglasses against the windshield causing one of the lenses crack. He turned to a stunned Stacy and grabbed her by the shoulders making her whelp in pain. He pulled her close to him so their faces were inches apart; when he spoke his voice was stinging her ears.
"Listen baby. You don't know me. You don't want to know me, or my friends. And if you ever try to pry into my personal life again, you will really piss me off, and you don't want to piss me off because if you do I won't be the only one using you, I'll let them have a go. Understand?" He finished, before releasing her.
Tears were threatening her eyes, but Stacy held them in, She could only stare at Randy in shock as he threw his broken sunglasses out the window, started the car and drove off.
The crowd erupted as Val made his way down the ramp. Stacy stood outside the ring waiting for the match to begin. Randy hadn't said a word to her since he threatened her last night. She must've really hit a target; he'd been acting really weird all day. She didn't want to bother herself about it. If Randy didn't want her to pry into his life then that's fine.
Maybe he'll purposely lose this match to get her off his back. Then both their worries would be gone; they can go back to hating each other. Stacy liked that idea; get away from him before it's to late.
RANDY POVRandy stared down his opponent. Val was a fighter but he did not add up to most of the men he went up against. The bell rang and this time Randy waited for Val to make the first move. This match was going to be different. He glanced at the pretty blonde at ringside.
Damn, did she get to him last night. The way he treated Tabitha last night wasn't the first one, probably wouldn't be the last. But how Stacy knew that just by the way he held the girl's hand really irritated him.
So he's not completely like the rest of Evolution, he was never much of a follower. But without Evolution he'd be nothing, he needed those guys.
STACY POVStacy watched wide-eyed as Val continued to beat on Randy. The match almost looked in the bag and Stacy could smell freedom. Randy wasn't putting up much of a fight. He got a few punches in before Val took him down by the knee. It was obvious Randy's head wasn't in the game. But Stacy could tell Randy's knee was what was really bothering him. Val seemed to be favoring that one, and Randy's reaction was indeed a tip-off that he was in pain. After working on his bad knee for a few minutes Val finally made the pin.
It was so exciting that the crowd counted along with the ref.
"1-2-thr-…"
With out warning Randy suddenly kicked out and jumped to his feet. This came as a surprise to Stacy as it did to Val, but before Val could retaliate, Randy set him up for the RKO, and like a bad movie, it was over in seconds. Val got hit once and stayed down, while Randy remained victorious and Stacy's captor.
Before this thought could register into Stacy's mind, Randy was out of the ring and pulling her backstage by her wrist. Stacy could only follow as best she could in the high boots she was wearing. Once backstage, he didn't slow his pace, she wanted to know where they were going or what he was going to do, but she was to afraid to ask. She quietly followed as he pulled her down the halls. He did not turn back or acknowledge her until he made a final turn down a narrow deserted hall in the back of the building.
He pushed Stacy against the wall and pinned her there by her shoulders. She was so scared that even though the rest of her body was free she kept it pasted to the wall. Randy was acting like he snapped.
His face was dripping with sweat, and he was so close to her that she could feel the heat of his body.
"You bitch, you told, you told him about my knee." He yelled.
"What? No I didn't. I swe—" Stacy tried to explain through the confusion of her own head. .
Rage was all that was in his eyes. He pulled Stacy off the wall before slamming her back into it. She yelled in pain.
"You were the only one who knew, you saw me icing it, you knew. And you fucking told him." He was trying to keep his voice down yet trying to show his anger, that his face was bright red.
"Randy." Stacy whispered out of fear. She was trying desperately to calm him down. Her hands gripped his wrists that were keeping her against the wall.
"I will not let you end my career, you're not worth it." He was really convinced that she told Val about his bad knee. He even had Stacy convinced that she did so.
She thought back to the phone conversation she had with Val, not once did she mention Randy's knee, it didn't even occur to her, and if it had, she'd never tell. Sure she wanted to get out of Randy's grasp, but not end his career.
"I never told anyone about your knee." Stacy said quickly. "I swear, I would never do something like that.
"Are you that desperate to get away from me?" He yelled again.
He wasn't listening. Stacy had to calm him down. Without giving a second thought, she reached out and grabbed his face. Pulling it forward, she quickly captured his lips in hers before he could stop her. His shock matched her own, but this was the only way to calm him, words weren't helping.
She wet his lips with her tongue before slowly sliding inside his mouth. He allowed her access but he barely kissed back. Little by little she felt Randy ease himself and calm down.
Unhurriedly Stacy released his face, he didn't pull back right away, he stared at her, he seemed to have forgotten what was going on. Both were frozen, stunned at what she'd just done.
She'd would give anything to know what he was thinking at that point. His face lightened up but that's all she could read from it.
She attempted to talk to him now. "L-look Randy, I did not tell Val about your knee, I sw-wear, I'd nev-"
Before she could finish Randy pushed himself against her slamming his lips on hers. Stacy gasped at this reaction but she didn't fight. She invited him. His hands freed her shoulders and she hands claimed his hot body.
Her fingers roamed his chest feeling every curve, before sliding to his back. It was impossible for him to get any closer to her, he was practically smashing her breasts between them, but she wanted him closer, she needed him closer. They were both desperate now, their hands working frantically to free each other. It was like someone flipped the switch from cold to hot.
Stacy wasn't sure what she triggered, but it set Randy off, and she couldn't help but give him what he wanted, after all, he won the match.
She hissed when his lips left her mouth and trailed down the weakness of her neck. There he teased her by biting and sucking and tasting, she felt herself growing hot, and moist between her legs.
One of Stacy's hands snaked down between them and she griped the bulge of his wrestling trucks, Randy gave a muffled moan. His hands pulled the bottom of her dress up exposing the leather thong she wore underneath. One of his hands went immediately to her throbbing nub. He must have felt the heat through the leather on her thong, because he looked up at her, his eyes dancing and his lips curved into a smile.
"You can't do this here." She whispered she tried to sound serious but her smile was identical to his.
Randy gripped the back of Stacy's thighs and easily pulled her off the ground. She wrapped her legs securely around his waist as he pinned her harder against the wall. "Watch me." He whispered back before ripping the leather off her bottom.
She winced from the harsh fabric being pulled from her skin, but she quickly recovered and bent her head for a kiss.
Randy returned the kiss deeply as he held her above the ground with one arm and used the other to free himself of his wrestling trunks.
She darted her tongue into his mouth loving the feel and the taste of him. There was something about his kisses that just turned Stacy into something wonderful, she felt starving for him. When he pulled away she almost screamed. But when she felt the hard probing at her core, she knew why.
Bracing herself, She gripped Randy's shoulders and allowed him to enter her, as he did, very slowly and nicely, she closed her eyes at the feeling and gritted her teeth. He fully filled her she opened her eyes to find him gazing at her.
She stared back at him as he began thrusting; it was hard to hide the pleasure. She had to keep the moans low so no one could hear them. She found herself breathing twice as fast than usual. She could feel her inner chambers colliding with his working shaft, she couldn't take it, she wanted to shout out so bad that her muffled moans started to sound like whimpers.
Stacy surrendered her body, encircled her arms tightly around his neck and buried her face near his ear to keep her whimpers down. Randy was the one keeping his cool, his breathing quickened, but he didn't seem to be fighting his urge to release like Stacy. He looked as if he could go on all night.
Tightening her legs around his waist, Randy pushed himself further into core, she gasped.
"Oh my God." She hissed into his ear.
"You belong to me." He whispered. "Say it."
Stacy felt tears falling from her eyes; the pleasure was pushing her over, taking control of her whole system.
She could barely find the breath. "I belong to you."
"Say it again." He demanded, as he pushed harder inside of her.
Stacy bit his ear. "I belong to you."
With one final thrust, Stacy violently shook as her inner chambers tingled. Her whole body felt like it was on fire.
Randy moaned softly as he released, his arms encircled her waist and he squeezed her so tight, Stacy thought she was about to pop.
Their breathing didn't slow like it did before. Their bodies seemed glued together and for a second Stacy thought they'd need the 'jaws of life' to get free. But like always, they slowly fell from each other, until Stacy was tenderly placed back on the ground.
She hated this part it was always awkward afterward. She didn't know what he'd do next, or how she'd feel, it was constantly a mystery.
She looked at Randy as she kept her back to the wall. He was standing in front of her still, his hands on his hips, thinking.
"I'm sorry." His voice was soft, almost mind-boggling. "About before, I freaked out." He wasn't looking at her, but what could have been a speck on the wall behind her.
Stacy just nodded, it's all she could do.
"Well, I guess that's it." He finished.
And what he did next was the most incredible and unexpected result he could give. He held his hand out to her and waited for her to take it.
"You may know some things about me, but let me give you the opportunity to know more, if you want." He said.
Stacy was fascinated by his offer that she didn't even realize her hand was in his until he smiled at her.
"Stacy Keibler, you're in for the ride of your life." Was all he needed to say as he led them away.
I apologize for this chapter if it's a disappointment, but it's late and I am having a very severe case of writers block.
Anyway thanks for reading, and tell me what you think.
