Editors Note: OK this might be a boring chapter because it's the thoughts of Randy, Torrie, Ashley and John before I go on to the matches. Just a head's up: THE STORY WILL END SOON! Maybe in 2-3 chapters. But I'll come back for a sequel. Later!
2 Hours till New Years Revolution
Our separation has its faults
But I don't wanna leave it all
So write the letters in teary ink
I just need some time to think
And I just need some time to think
Torrie sat in one the seats at ring side looking at the squared circle. At first, it all looks so peaceful. Like nothing bad happens in there. But in the years Torrie has worked with the WWE many things she wished she could forget had happened. Like when Evolution just dumped Randy on his ass when he became World Heavyweight Champion? That's when she was all his. She would be his by the end of the night. She sat there, wondered how John would feel about all this. Of course he would be broken. Depressed maybe. He loved her so much, she didn't even deserve it. She felt a pang of guilt thinking about her future actions. She led her eyes to the tech crew getting all the lights and fireworks ready. Torrie didn't know any of them personally. She wondered if they had the same troubles the stars go through. You know, relationship problems, cat fights, name calling behind backs. Nah, they couldn't. They weren't on the same level as the rest of the stars. Shawn Michaels had entered the ring and started to warm up in it. Torrie watched him intently. Every move he made, he made carefully. Torrie never made her moves carefully. She just went for it and hoped it would all turn out good. Shawn started to do high kicks, obviously warming up for Sweet Chin Music. Torrie noticed he tried to hit the same spot in the air whenever he kicked. And every time he did. Finally Shawn walked out and went to the back. Torrie had known Shawn for a while, but in all her time here he never warmed up in the ring. Then Chris Masters came out. He slid into the ring and did some jumps off the top rope. Then he stretched his arms for the Masterlock and did a few squats. Like Shawn, he exited as quickly as he came in. Torrie started to get suspicious. Then she saw John come out. She yelped and got on the floor, looking between the seats to see him. John stood in the middle of the ring with the belt over his shoulder. He looked around, and smiled. He walked back and left the arena to be silent. All the lights went off except those left to light the ring up. Torrie stared at the ring for 20 minutes. And for those 20 minutes, Torrie couldn't help but cry.
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Baby just say goodnight
I'll be gone tomorrow
Baby just close your eyes
I can't take the sorrow
Randy sat in his room searching through his iPod for a good song. Nothing appealed to him so he turned it off and put it away. Tonight was the night he gets his lady back. Torrie would be his once again and all would be right in the world. But for some reason Ashley was embedded into his mind. Every time he thought of something it was connected to Ashley. His dog Bush at home made him think of how Ashley got trampled over by the huge dog on Christmas day. The yellow color on the walls made him think of when Ashley dragged him swimsuit shopping with her and she tried of the infamous "itsy-bitsy-teeny-weenie-yellow-polka-dot-bikini." She looked good in it too. She bought it and wore it to the beach that November day they went to LA for a break from work. An old Eddie Guerrero shirt made him think of the day he died and Ashley used the shirt as a comfort item from Randy's closet. She hadn't known Eddie long, but when she talked to him they would always run around and cause trouble. Randy shook his head, hoping that would work. It didn't. He finally focused on his "match." How, by the end of the night he would be the WWE champion. And Torrie would be by his side with the Women's Championship. He would stand over John smiling. Torrie would blow him kisses, ending with the middle finger. Ashley would probably be crying in the corner screaming "WHY?!" or something. Crying. Mostly caused by pain or sadness. And for one moment, that's what Randy felt. And for that one moment, a few tears slipped out of his eyes.
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Baby just walk away
You know I can't stay
There's no easy way to say goodbye
So baby just say goodnight
Ashley straightened her hat, but moved it back to the side. Something was bothering her, but she didn't know what. She still was trying to figure out why Torrie didn't have her ring. She thought about how she acted around John. Sort of secluded, but sometimes bubbly. When was that sometimes? When Randy was in the room! So Randy is connected to Torrie somehow! But how? What are they doing, or at least planning on doing. Then Ashley reflected on hoe Randy acted around her. Quiet, shy, not very lively. But sometimes he was. When was he? When Torrie was around! Ashley jumped like she had just figured something out. Randy and Torrie were planning something! But what? And did it involve her? She remembered that Randy left his phone in her room when he visited her. He was all nice and cute then. She searched her bag for it. Found it! She sifted through it to see if she could find anything. Nothing. When she had given up, she realized that Randy had texts! She felt so dumb! She went to his inbox and checked there. Most of them were to John or his family. She found one from Torrie. It was dated Christmas last year. She looked at the message. A knight saving a princess? She looked at his response. He'll "save" her on New Years Revolution. Today! Randy was going to do something for Torrie today! But save her from what? Finally Ashley got the idea. She sat down on the bench. No, he couldn't. He wouldn't! Would he? The thought of him doing it made her cry. And she cried for 10 minutes, with the thought of her lost love circled her head.
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We're in a spell that never ends
The empty hourglass wore me thin
So let the phone do its work
Your voice is heaven but it hurts
Your words are memories but they burn
John looked over everything one last time. As he stood in the middle of the ring he couldn't help to see Torrie laying on the floor looking at him. He started to question it, but let it go. She had been acting crazy the past month. He figured it had been hormones (really bad hormones!) and let it go. He walked backstage and talked to people. He saw Adam with Amy talking about his match with Ric. John smiled and went back to his room. He looked through his suitcase and found the picture he had packed. It was him and Torrie at her house in Idaho Christmas day. Torrie spilt eggnog on her shirt after her little cousin ran into her thinking he was a train crashing. The stain could be easily spotted on her shirt, but she didn't care. She still posed for the picture before finally fuming over how the little kid ruined her $400 cashmere sweater. She was showing off her ring in the picture. She was obviously happy about the ring. The ring. The ring he found in the lobby, on the floor. Why was it on the floor again? He couldn't remember. Then something random popped into his head. The night they drove off to the hotel after they got engaged, Torrie had made a sign and held it up to the back so Randy could see. What did it say? He remembered Torrie sticking it in the pocket of his bag. He searched the pockets till he found it in the smallest one. He un-crumpled the paper so he could read it. The word 'help' was on the paper in big, bold letters. Help? With what? John felt like he had got hit by a train, ran over by a semi and shot till he was dead. Then he came back to life and the whole thing started over again. In other words, he felt crappy. Had she said 'help' because she didn't want to be with him? What had he done? Nothing. But Randy had done something, he was sure of it. The thought of Randy taking Randy away made him cry. Yes cry. All out crying. A good stream of tears rolled down his cheeks. Tonight would not be a good night.