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Chapter 6 - Meant"What's wrong with you man?" Ric asked after Randy refused a shot of brandy. "You haven't done anything all weekend. First you say no to drinks, then you say no to girls, what's next?"
Randy stayed silent; he didn't feel like he needed to explain himself. He just continued staring out the window of the private jet as it took them to Maryland for tonight's RAW.
"Leave him alone Ric." Batista spoke from his seat in the back. "Can't you tell what's really bothering him?"
"What? Ric asked.
Randy, though still in concentration listened with a curious ear.
"It's Stacy." Batista answered.
Randy tensed at the sound of Stacy's name. He swallowed hard and looked over to find Batista smiling at him. Could he possibly know the feelings he had for her, did he see past the lust? Randy could feel the brink of sweat brimming his forehead as he stared at his friend.
"It's obvious." He continued. "He misses ramming that sweet ass. To tell you the truth, after having someone as hot as her I wouldn't settle for some hoe at a club either. But don't worry bro, she's still your property, when you get back just have her do extra favors for you. It'll all pay off in the end."
Randy exhaled deeply. A rush of relief passed through him and he settled comfortably in his seat.
He should've known Batista had no idea about his situation with Stacy. The lug just assumed Randy missed sex with Stacy, well that part wasn't incredibly false, there were numerous occasions where Randy found himself daydreaming over Stacy's legendary legs, her sexy luscious lips, and her perfect round ass.
He wondered if she would be waiting for him at the arena, did he give her a good enough reason stay with him? She said she didn't hate him, and the last day they spent together was amazing even with no sex involved. Truthfully, Randy would rather spend one week with Stacy than one hour with Evolution.
But what if she didn't want to be with him? What if she was just waiting for him to break so she could get free? Was it all an act? Randy's nerves started jumping again and he found himself breathing uneasily.
This is how it was all weekend, his conscious arguing back and forth, it was enough to drive a man crazy.
He turned to check if Ric and Batista were noticing his odd behavior, but they were both settled in their seats talking strategy about winning the tag championship, in other words they were devising a plan to cheat.
After checking his watch and estimating about two hours until landing, he unbuckled his belt and stood up. He didn't go over to join Ric and Batista or to the private resting room where Hunter was probably sleeping, instead he went to the one place he's never been to.
The cockpit was small, Randy had to duck his head in order enter. One lone pilot sat in the Captain's seat steering the aircraft. When he noticed Randy, he almost jumped to attention.
"Is everything alright sir?" He asked quickly.
Randy shook his head, not at the question but at the way the man was acting. It was like Randy was some sort of commander, though he might've given the impression off before, he didn't want this man treating him like the president.
He was familiar, about average weight, medium built; he couldn't have been older than forty and already had a receiting hairline. Other than that he seemed to take care of himself. Randy didn't know his name, but he was the same pilot from other couple of times they flown, this must be his jet. He felt a strange stab of guilt from not knowing this man's name after he flew them around the country for the past 2 years.
"Do you mind?" Randy motioned to the unoccupied co-captain's chair. He didn't wait for an answer before taking a seat.
The pilot eyed him with suspicion and alarm.
"What's your name bro?" He asked casually.
There was a short pause before the captain answered. "Jim."
"Well Jim I'm going to have to ask you to stop looking so nervous I didn't come up here to start in with you or criticize your flying skills." Randy explained as he observed some of the controls on the ceiling.
Jim seemed to relax a little after that. "Well if I may ask Mr. Ort…"
"Randy." He sharply cut off.
"Randy." Jim quickly recovered. "What are you doing up here?"
Good question, Randy thought. He wasn't even sure. He just sort of drifted up there, but for some reason he didn't want to leave either. "I'm not sure." He answered honestly. "I guess I just needed to get away."
"From them?" Jim asked nodding his head toward the back of the plane.
Randy hesitated before answering. "No." he said plainly. "From me."
A bushy eyebrow rose from Jim's forehead but he didn't ask anything else.
"It must be nice to fly almost everyday, to escape the world below for as long as you want." Randy knew he was talking jibberish, but he couldn't help it, there was so much in his head that needed to come out.
"Well for me yes, but for a celebrity like you I don't see why you'd want to escape." Jim tried holding a conversation.
Randy shook his head. "It's not as good as it seems Jim, to tell you the truth I'd switch places with you in a heartbeat."
There was a silence between them for a moment before Jim spoke up. "No you wouldn't."
A little taken back by his statement Randy had to ask, "What makes you think that?"
"Because you would've done it by now." And when Randy looked confused Jim explained. "Wrestling is in your heart otherwise you wouldn't be who you are now. If you want something, you'd go for it. It's human instinct; it's not common to let something you want go. Take what you want, keep what you have and be envied forever. That's what I always knew."
Randy could feel himself grinning at Jim's last words. His explanation explained so much it was spooky. Wrestling was Randy's passion nothing will change that. He looked over at the friendly pilot, "You got a girl Jim?"
Jim smiled as he kept his eyes on the open blue sky ahead of them. He pointed to a picture taped on the control board. A pretty brunette stared back at him with a mouth full of smiling teeth and the greenest eyes Randy's ever seen.
"Wow." He said looking at the picture. "You sure do."
"One of the best." Jim smiled. "What about you? Well you might have many I imagine, but any one in particular?"
Randy almost didn't want to answer him, only because he wasn't sure, for all he knew, Stacy was done and over him by now.
"It's complicated." He said unsurely.
Jim gave him a quick side ways glance. "For who?"
Randy shrugged. "Everyone."
Jim didn't say anything, but Randy continued. "She's amazing, probably the best girl I could find for myself, when I'm around her everything's easier." He spoke like he was reciting a poem.
"So what are the complications?" Jim pushed.
Randy stared at the sky in a daze. "I don't know, that's just it, I don't know how she feels. I don't know what she thinks of me at all." He bit his lip in anticipation. "You see I started things out bad between us, it wasn't suppose to end up this way, but she pulled me in and now I have all these thoughts and wonders, and I can't escape them."
Jim listened intently. "So neither of you know how you feel about each other?"
Randy shook his head in shame.
So did Jim. "Sounds to me like we're dealing with a major ego. You have deep feelings for this girl right?"
Randy just nodded, afraid to say the word. "Then you should say something, sometimes it's best not to know what the other person is thinking, it leaves you up to the unexpected."
Again Randy was astonished with the advice Jim was giving him. But he appreciated each and every word. He was actually starting to build up the courage to tell Stacy exactly how he felt.
"You've had your head in the clouds to much bud." Randy joked.
Jim smiled. "Just picture it as one of your matches, only she's the one who has you pinned, are you going kick out and continuing going, or will you stay down and let her leave with something of yours?"
"What would that be?"
The pilot stared deeply at Randy before answering, "Your heart."
Both men were so far into thought that they didn't notice a certain Evolution member standing outside the cockpit listening to every word in disgust.
Stacy POV
"It's complicated." Stacy said as Bella applied blush to her pale cheeks. She'd just told her the whole situation between her and Randy, including the feelings. If there was one person in this arena she could trust, it was Bella.
The make up artist rolled her eyes. "Not really, just tell the guy how you feel."
"But I don't know how I feel." She shouted catching the attention of a few crewmembers that were working backstage.
Bella looked a little embarrassed but Stacy could careless. Frustration was building up inside her all weekend she was at a boiling point.
Bella set the make up utensils down and looked at Stacy. "Listen Stacy, no one said love was easy."
"No one said anything about love." Stacy snapped.
"No one had to." Bella shot back.
Tears stung Stacy's eyes as realization hit her. She felt like she was falling apart. "I can't love him."
The girl. looked at her with sympathy. "But you do, otherwise it wouldn't be that hard of a decision."
The tears began to fall and Stacy sobbed quietly as she spoke. "The way he treated me, the things he said, made me say."
Bella shook her head and Stacy could see her eyes begin to water also. "That's not who he was, you said it yourself, he showed a totally different side."
Stacy didn't say anything. She was busy fighting her emotions, she knew how she felt but she didn't want to feel that way, it was an internal war.
"There's not much I can do Stacy." Bella explained as she wiped Stacy's tears and began to reapply her make up. "I can help you look beautiful, I can't help make your decisions. The choice is up to you, just remember one thing, it was the monster in him that took you captive, but it was man in him that let you go."
It was a long walk to the ring. Randy didn't blink as he walked down the ramp. The crowd was a blur and his opponent who waited in the ring didn't matter. The match didn't matter.
It was the Bishoff Tournament quarterfinals; if he beat this guy then he'd be qualified to enter the big match at the Pay-Per-View along with 9 other superstars for the 1st contender's spot for the WWE Heavyweight Championship. It was a pathway to the belt. But Randy wasn't feeling as confident as he thought he would. He wasn't ready, his knee was still hurting him and he didn't have Stacy.
Disappointment hit him as he entered the ring. He remembered the feeling he got when he arrived at the arena and she wasn't anywhere in sight. He waited in the locker room, he waited outside the curtain of the stage, she didn't show. She didn't want him.
He failed, he thought for sure she'd at least come to talk to him; he was ready to tell her everything. Everything Jim said on the jet and everything he felt since the first night they spent together, but it looked like the chance would never come.
Sneaking a quick glance up the ramp Randy half expected to see her walking down it, smiling her incredible smile ready to cheer him on, but she wasn't. He was alone.
The bell suddenly sounded and Randy shook off his feelings and looked at his opponent. Christian was not only a creepy little bastard but a cocky little bastard as well. How Randy despised him. He narrowed his eyes when Christian flashed him a cocky grin.
He watched the television backstage. Randy was performing well of course, but he wouldn't see it coming. It was a shame he had to do this to him, but the kid needed to be taught a lesson, maybe if he hadn't met that bitch and let her fill his head with all this determination crap, he'd be okay, but it's to late now.
Like planned Christian made a sneaky kick to the back of Randy's leg, the knee practically unbuckled. The sound of Randy's painful scream was like music to his ears, a cold smile mounted on his lips as he continued to watch.
Randy could barely stay focused. The throbbing of his knee was so forceful he felt like giving up. Christian knew. He knew exactly how to take Randy down and he did. Christian continued to assault Randy's bad knee and all he could do was take the pain. It was worse than torture, actually it was worse than anything Randy's ever faced in the ring even the hardcore match against Mic Foley.
He struggled as he felt Christian setting him up into a cheap imitation of 'The Walls of Jericho'. But he failed; within seconds Christian had Randy's legs in his arms and bent backwards, the pain in Randy's knee increased.
Any second he thought the bone was going to snap, actually it was so unbearable Randy wanted the bone to snap, that way it would end.
The world was against him this was his punishment, his knee was never meant to be wrestled with.
"Tap out you piece of shit. Tap!" Christian shouted as he tightened his legs in the hold.
As much as Randy didn't want to, he could feel his body giving in as his arm raised and prepared to come into contact with the mat. He just couldn't take anymore. He needed out.
And as if his mind weren't already playing games with him, he was starting to imagine Stacy running down the ramp again, a worried expression on her face almost like she cared.
It looked so real…
Stacy ran down the ramp in determination. She couldn't stand by and watch anymore, she couldn't hide her true emotions, and she sure as hell couldn't let Randy fail. She saw him vulnerable in the ring and everything just fell together. Her concern for him practically pulled her to his side, it was meant to be.
As soon as she made it to the ring she connected eyes with him. He looked at her blankly as sweat poured from his forehead.
Stacy pounded her hand hard on the mat. "Come on Randy don't tap just crawl to me." She shouted.
Randy just continued to stare at her, his arm still extended in the air as if to tap. Tears formed in Stacy's eyes as she pounded on the mat, the crowd reluctant at first, began clapping their hands in the same rhythm.
"Please Randy don't give up." She yelled.
Stacy watched as the hand Randy had extended in the air closed into a fist. She smiled. "Okay now just crawl to me." She routed, she was hoping that if he made it close enough to her, he would be able to grab the rope for a break.
Anticipation passed through Stacy, she knew this was the only way she could help. "Little by little Randy, just come to me."
She could almost feel his pain as he began pulling his and Christian's weight. He used his arms and in true soldier style he dragged himself toward Stacy.
His eyes were bloodshot and he was shaking really hard, Stacy wanted nothing more than to walk in that ring and pull him the rest of the way.
"That's it Randy just a little more, you're almost here. Don't give up!" She roared.
The gap between Stacy and Randy slowly began to close before finally, "Grab the rope! Grab the rope Randy."
The same hand Randy was going to tap with just minutes before was now gripping the lower rope of the ring.
Christian couldn't believe it, when the ref pulled him off.
But Stacy's attention was on Randy, she was so happy for him as she smiled her brightest. He was looking at her deeply and his eyebrows arched for a moment in mystification before they grew wide with optimism, a slow grin appeared in the corners of his mouth, "You're real?"
She knew he wasn't expecting an answer but she couldn't hold back. "Yes."
But before the conversation could go any further Randy was pulled away. Christian had a hand full of his hair and pulled him to his feet. Stacy noticed immediately; Randy's severe limping.
Christian taunted Randy before setting him up for the Unprettier, but that was as far as it was going to go. Stacy jumped onto the ring apron instantly catching the attention of the ref. And like the idiot he was Christian took the bait.
He dropped Randy and headed over to Stacy. She prepared herself for what was about to come; Christian grabbed a hunk of Stacy's hair and put his fist back threatening to punch her. "You want to play with the big boys? Huh, you little bitch?" He sneered.
Stacy would've been scared but her reaction was to fast for him.
Like a natural habit, Stacy opened her palm and slapped her tormentor with all her might. Her hand connected with Christian's face like a magnet. The slap took him by surprise as he let go of Stacy and stumbled back. She jumped back to the ground just in time to see Randy delivered a one legged RKO.
Stacy jumped up and down clapping her hands. "Come on Randy!" she yelled. She could get used to this.
Randy rolled his body over Christian and the whole crowd counted the three.
Without hesitation Stacy climbed into the ring and went to him. He was still sitting on the mat and when Stacy looked at his knee, she could already tell it was swelling. "Are you okay?" She asked concerned.
Randy looked up at her his piercing eyes sinking into hers. "Am I okay?" he said sharply. Stacy took a step back as he pushed himself off the mat and balanced on his good leg. He still towered over her as his eyes burned through hers.
They were still in front of millions of people, all eyes were on them, and like Stacy all wondered what Randy was about to do.
He still couldn't believe it was her. He thought she was a dream, but here she is standing in front of him not falling back. She came out and helped him; she helped him win the match.
She made a choice and it was him. Randy reached out and grabbed her hand. As soon as he felt her skin in his, reaction took over. He pulled her toward him. Her clothed body hit his and he knew she was real.
This wasn't a dream anymore, Stacy was there, and he wasn't alone.
Their faces were close and her chestnut eyes gazed back at him. It was like the arena was empty and all there was were him and her. Cradling her portrait face Randy lowered his sweaty lips to hers and kissed her with the remaining strength he had left.
"Congratulations kiddos, you killed 'em." JR shook Randy's hand with a crooked smile on his face. "Vince has been getting calls from all over wanting to promote you two on the covers of their magazines. You're the hot new couple."
Stacy smiled up at Randy. The show was long over and she was trying to help Randy out of the building, but people kept coming up and complimenting them that the trip was lasting forever.
"So what are you two up too, any plans? Ideas for storylines?" JR continued.
"Whoa Jim." Randy put his hands up in surrender. "This is new to us as well. Give us time to adjust."
JR chuckled. "Of course." He patted Stacy on the shoulder before walking away.
Randy had a big arm over Stacy's shoulder; she tried to balance him as he leaned on her for support. After the match she and the ref had to help Randy all the way to the back where a trainer was waiting.
He said that Randy needed to rest his knee. Stacy knew she couldn't leave him for one minute, if Randy had to rest his knee then he would even if she had to play nurse.
"So back to the hotel?" he asked with an evil grin as they reached her rented Sunfire.
Stacy smiled and she shook her head. "Nope."
She slid in the driver's seat and started the car.
"Where are we going then?" he asked adjusting his seat.
"My house." She answered before speeding off.
Randy felt out of place. Really out of place. Stacy's secluded mansion was nothing like the places he lived in.
The old house had some sort of Victorian look to it that Randy was not used to at all. A chandelier hung from the grand hall where two huge staircases led to the next floor. The colors and decorations weren't modern at all. This was definitely her kind of place.
"So, what do you think?" She asked holding her arms out in display.
Randy stood near the door clenching his bag in his hand about ready to turn back and leave. He didn't know what it was but this house made him feel inferior somehow. Like he didn't belong. "It's nice." He answered weakly.
She smiled causing him to shutter. She looked gorgeous in pink track pants and a black tank top. She changed out of her short skirt after the show while the trainer was checking him. He loved the grunge look on her better.
"I'll make us something to eat, you hungry?" she asked pulling him to the kitchen.
He shrugged "Depends."
"On what?"
"On if you're cooking's any good." He said looking around.
"Well I'll have you know mister." She said pushing him down on a chair that stood near a long wooden kitchen table. "That I am the best cook in this here city."
"Is that right?" He teased leaning back in the chair.
"It sure is. The children love my cookies." She said making her way to the refrigerator. "The women love my pasta and the men love my…" She pulled out a can of whipped cream and squirted some into her mouth.
Randy tensed as he watched the sweet cream melt in her warm sensual mouth. She was kicking a wounded man.
"Well they love my everything." She finished with a smile.
That was it. The men may love her everything, but they ain't getting nothing. It's all for him. He pulled himself off the chair and walked toward her.
She made no effort to meet him as she stood near the fridge watching him. The sharp pain his knee felt with each step was easy to ignore. He didn't care if his leg fell off, he'd still find a way to make it to her.
"You're supposed to be resting that knee mister." She said as he stood in front of her.
He ignored her when he reached out and caressed her cheek. He felt her shutter before she reached for his. Her fingertips grazed his temple and cheek softly. He closed his eyes in reaction. Her touch was so electrifying.
When she stood on her toes and took his lips in hers he moaned. For days he's been waiting to taste them again. It was torture thinking he'd never be able to again.
Now what exactly was going on between him and Stacy? Thoughts have undoubtably been going through both their heads but for now they can just cherish what they have.
Randy followed as Stacy pulled him up the stairs and down a small hallway to the master bedroom. He barely got a chance to look at the surroundings before she pushed him down on the bed. His back hit the small mattress with a thud.
He surrendered himself as Stacy crawled on top of him. Her long legs straddled his waist. He knew she felt his erection push against her covered center.
Her hair draped over him when she leaned in for a kiss, the smell of wildflowers filled his senses. He pulled her shirt over her head revealing her perfect chest when she sat up. He reached for her nipples, teasing them between his thumb and forefingers. She arched her back and moaned in approval.
God, Randy's wanted her so bad lately. He couldn't express how relived he was that she was here. He tried hard not to wonder where he'd be if she hadn't come to his aid tonight.
When she tore his shirt open and displayed her fingers over his chest he clenched her hips driving her harder over his erection. Her soft lips feathered across his skin sending jets of sensation through his blood. He could feel himself boiling. He knew Stacy wasn't going to let him move but that didn't keep him from sitting up.
Thankfully she allowed him. Their naked torsos met with shocking contact. Randy held her tight against him smashing her breasts against his chest. She hugged him back as she lightly bit his sensitive ear lobe.
Her hips began to move causing her center to rub against his throbbing bulge. Randy groaned in anticipation. He wanted to beg her for release. Instead he feasted on her breasts. Taking a pink nipple in his mouth and treating it like a hard candy he sucked and liked its salty base.
Stacy moaned in response as her fingers trailed through his hair. When he felt her push him down again he let her, he knew what was coming. Excitement crawled through his body as he watched her pull the pink pants off her legs revealing her core beneath. Randy almost lost it when he saw she wasn't wearing panties.
Slowly, very slowly did she pull his pants off. He thought he'd die if he didn't get inside her. She smiled as she balanced herself above him. She looked more exotic than ever. Her hair tousled, her naked body erected and straddling his waist. She was in charge and it was intriguing, Randy realized this was the first woman he let in charge. She was totally different from the first night they spent together.
Finally, when she lowered herself on top of him, Randy clenched the satin sheets beside him and relaxed his body. Her warm center invited all of him in and he claimed it all. Once he filled her, she rocked her hips back and forth; he was inside her deep enough to feel the soft pumping of a pulse.
She parted her lips and moaned as he held her hips and helped guide her up and down. She got the rhythm quickly and soon Randy laid back in pleasure as Stacy bounced herself above him.
He couldn't describe the sensations running through his body at the time. He laid helpless as this woman captivated him. Her boldness and sensuality intoxicated him as she threw her head back and worked her hips expertly. Her inner folds throbbed against his shaft and her muscles tightened in hinted release.
He didn't want it to end. He reached up grabbed her arms and pulled her down. "I need you touching me." He hissed. Before crashing his lips against hers.
Her breasts impacted with him and her hands rubbed his arms. She was great at sending sparks through him. He gripped her ass and began pumping his hips to match her pace. She groaned against his lips and he responded by filling her mouth with his tongue tasting her sweetness again.
This drove him over enough to shout her name in ecstasy when he felt beaten enough to release. She mimicked him by throwing her head back and gasping for air before collapsing on his awaiting chest.
He held her against him regaining his breathing and trying to stop the room from spinning. Her body was hot from the workout but he enjoyed the feeling. He patted her head and stroked her hair not wanting her to ever leave from this spot.
When they finally regained their breathing and the temperature returned to normal Stacy picked her head up from her chest and caught his gaze in hers.
"How's your knee?" She asked.
Randy had to think before he answered. He totally forgot about it actually. This girl really was distracting. "It's numb." He answered truthfully.
She giggled and lightly touched his lips with hers. Then she turned serious. "Do you think it'll hold up when you fight for the championship?"
He shrugged. He didn't want to think about matches right now. He knew his knee was going to be a factor and it did worry him, but he wasn't going to let it effect him in any way. "I guess we'll just have to see."
She nodded but didn't look convinced.
Randy touched her check. "Hey as long as you're by my side I'll fight with one leg. Okay?"
She smiled before laying her head on his chest again. "Don't freak out." She said with a muffle. "But I think I love you."
Randy froze. His eyes narrowed in confusion as he repeated the words in his mind. He wondered if he just dreamt that up but the tension he felt in her body told him otherwise. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to answer? Was he even sure he felt the same way? Of course he did he thought about it all weekend. But he couldn't find the words. He choked up and the words weren't coming out.
"You don't have to say anything." She said. "I just wanted you to know." She began drifting to sleep and Randy cursed himself for missing his chance. But then Jim came to his head and his advice to go for it. The thought of sitting alone in a hotel room if Stacy chose not to stay with him urged him to pull Stacy's head up to face him. Her chestnut eyes looked in his for answers. Suddenly Randy felt himself speak.
"You drove me crazy this weekend not knowing if I'd see you again. It was really hard wondering if my mistake was keeping you or letting you go." He admitted. "But when I saw you run down that ramp tonight. When I watched you pull me to victory. I knew it was true." He took a breath. "I do love you. For some reason I knew I always have. Because the feeling of knowing you were there to sacrifice yourself for me was enough."
Tears formed in Stacy's eyes as he finished. "So I'm going to take it a bit further and say that not only do I love you…but I think we're meant to be."
TBCRAIN NOTE: Sorry for the huge delay but I've been a busy bug. Anyway, I just started my winter break and I'm home for the holidays giving me time to update my stories. Especially this one, so I hope you like the chappy. Thanks for the reviews all. And HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!
