Later that night, Randy walked backstage after his match with John and silently stepped into his locker room. Hearing a small sob he entered the bathroom and found Alexa slumped over the sink. ''Babe...''
She turned around and just looked at him helplessly, surpressing a sob.''I'm sorry.''
He pulled her into a hug. ''You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, you lost someone you love.''
EDDIE, EDDIE, EDDIE...
Alexa closed her eyes as she heard the fans chant echo through the arena. Randy pulled away from her and took her hands into his. ''What?''
He lead her out of the locker room and down to the Gorilla position where a majority of the roster were gathered. They were all standing around a moniter, showing the shirt and WWE title inside the ring.
EDDIE, EDDIE, EDDIE...
Wednesday 16th November
Alexa glanced over her reflection, sighing as she did so. She was in Pheonix, Arizona for Eddie's funeral. Peering over at the clock she saw that she had an hour before the service started. She knew that Eddie wouldn't have wanted her to grieve for too long, he'd say that life was too short for that. Alexa was dressed in a pair of black pinstriped pants and a simple white polo neck. ''Randy?'' She called.
''Yeah?'' He asked, walking over to her.
''Do you think I look plain?''
''I think you look gorgeous.'' He told her, smiling.
''I don't think Eddie would've wanted everyone to wear black.'' She pondered. ''I'm going to change.''
Later
Alexa tuned out as the reverand said his speech and took the time too look around. She saw Chris Benoit, who was sitting with his wife Nancy, weeping openly. Oscar and Dean Simon were sitting next to them, both crying. Most people were crying, she noticed, feeling a small tear roll down her cheek. She felt the tears flow faster as she looked over at the casket with mourning, sadness and anger. This was Eddie... the man who had a drug addiction for so long and was strong enough to bounce back from it. The man who had finally achieved his dream and won the WWE title. The man who was like a father to her.
''Lex.'' Randy nudged her arm gently. She turned to him as he gestured up towards the stand where the reverand was smiling at her.
''And now, one of Eddie's closest friends, Alexa Torres.''
Alexa took a deep breath before standing and making her way up there. Climbing up the steps, she thanked the reverand as he stepped back out of her way. She cleared her throat before she started to speak.
''The quality of a man's life is measured by how deeply he has touched the lives of others... My father told me that when I was a kid. I realize now what he meant and I think it's impossible to measure the quality of Eddie's life, because his influence is never ending. Purer then any gold, more precious then any gemstone, that is the only attempt I can hope to make as to the quality of Eddie's life.
Today is our chance to say thank you to Eddie, for the way he brightened our lives. We all feel cheated that you were taken from us so young but we must also be grateful that you came along at all. Your joy for life transmitted where ever you took your smile and the sparkle in those unforgettable eyes.
Death, though it seems really big, is just the end of a story. It is hard, but that doesn't mean it's going to change. However, it is real, but I think life is bigger than death. Eddie will never truly be gone and his story can be told and retold agin. The memories we have of him will live on. Even though he isn't here anymore, he will live on in our hearts, and nothing, not even death, can change that.''
She looked up at the sky before closing her eyes.
''Te quiero, Eduardo.''