Author's Notes: Thanks to anyone who is still reviewing this story and new reviewers as well. I'm not growing tired of the story but I haven't written a part that I'm crazy about but I'm going to try my best to note give up and continue writing because the reviews are very, very sweet and keep me writing. Thanks so much you guys, ily all. (:
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He held his head low. All he could hear were voices. They hadn't been the usual voices he claimed to hear. Instead the voices had been of his own.
What he said to Mickie earlier had been burning a hole through his gut – he felt partially guilty for what he said and foolish for saying such. This all had distracted him from what he should be doing: having a good time…
Cody ran behind Randy placing a hand on his shoulder causing to slightly flinch before lazily turning in Cody's direction. "Hey Randy." Cody said, offering him a warm smile.
"Hey." Randy said back as he turned his head away from Cody whilst Cody took a seat on a barstool beside Randy.
"Hey, why aren't you out there?" Cody nodded his head toward the cluttered dance floor.
Randy shrugged his shoulders as he took a long sip of a shot glass that sat in front of him, his sip soon resulted in him finishing his entire glass in one gulp before he placed the glass back on the table.
Cody quietly cackled. "Someone's thirsty, eh?"
Randy gestured a short eye roll toward the small smirk on Cody's lips. "I don't want to talk about it."
"You don't have to, I think it's pretty clear what's been eating up at you…ever since your match against Dave, you just been out of it, you know? You haven't been the same Randy Orton."
Instantly, Randy's brow shot up as a single name flooded his thoughts. "…Dave?" He echoed. "You think I'm worried about him? I'm not. Not at all." The self proclaimed legend killer corrected him. "In fact, between you and I, my match against Dave last week shouldn't have even counted as a win for him. I didn't give it my all like I could have…-"
Cody quickly waved his hands in the air coolly, hinting Randy to hush his talking as Randy's brow instantly arched until seeing the sight of two familiar figures heading toward him. Randy groaned under his breathe as he tilted his head in a different direction. "Hey Dave, hey Candice. What are you two doing here?" Cody asked.
"Well, I'm here with a friend and I ran into Dave here who promised me he'd buy me a drink." Candice briefly explained to Cody before playfully glaring toward Dave who chuckled before paying the cost of her drink and then handing it toward her. "Thanks, Dave." A smile made its way on Candice lip before she walked off.
"So, how are you?" Cody asked whilst Dave stepped past him and stood in front of Randy who had been glaring toward his empty shot glass – anything to keep his attention away from him.
"Hey, sorry about the match a few nights ago." Dave gestured a short and innocent shrug. "I guess I'm stronger than I thought…eh?"
Randy's icy blue colored eyes slightly narrowed as he slowly drifted his eye up toward Dave. "Don't be a jerk about it, Dave. You and I both know I didn't give you my best."
"Randy, the match was what it was. I won, you lost – let's not bicker about it and just accept it and move on."
Cody instantly stood up from his bar stool and lightly smiled. "Hey, I have a great idea! How about we all just order some drinks, I'll even pay!" Desperately, the superstar suggested once noticing Randy slowly standing up from his bar stood and pushing Cody aside who only sighed in defeat.
"What exactly are you trying to say, Dave?"
Dave quietly chuckled whilst adding a short shake of his head. "Look, I didn't come over here to get under your skin, Randy. I came over here hoping to peace things up-"
"There is nothing needed to be peace'd up!"
"I'm not trying to be the bad guy here. I thought I was doing the right thing by coming over here and now you're taking all your frustrations out on me! I'm sorry you're so bitter about losing your match against me, but the match was what it was, Randy. Next time, try harder." Dave gestured a short shrug as Randy glared down toward his feet. "And for now, I think you and I both know who the better man of us two is."
Slowly, Randy's blue eyes drifted up toward Dave. The legend killer hadn't known why he was burning up so much inside. He first thought it had just been for the disliking he had for Dave. He lost his friendship with him several months ago and Dave acted as if he was perfectly fine without being friends with him, as if he could continue surviving even without their friendship – as good as their friendship once was.
The words Dave spoke to him were almost like a challenge – a challenge Randy could not turn down. That voice in his head made him so competitive to always be the better man perhaps the alcohol he had drunken not too much earlier had played a role in his next act but before Dave could turn away, the self proclaimed legend killer instantly launched forward toward Dave.
Cody quickly attempted to pull one away from each other whilst Randy delivered hard shots to Dave as Dave attempted to do the same to Randy any chance he could get – the two fought like animals as Randy drew his arm away from Cody's grip as Cody attempted to get Randy away from Dave.
Randy watched Dave being dragged away by Shane and shortly after, the legend killer felt a grip softly pull him away from the chaotic scene – Randy would've stood his ground and quickly drew his arm out of the grip but the sight of Dave's nose that was beginning to drip blood left him almost numb.
He hadn't understood how this became this, so, so quickly…it was almost as if he had no control over what he had done – the voices lead him to do such unexplainable acts but it wasn't the voices who had to surfer with the horrible images of the 'after' events; it was Randy.
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Wincing in pain to the cold feeling, the self proclaimed legend killer attempted to swipe away the hand only for him to hear a quietly muttered "it's okay, it's okay" in retort – the legend killer attempted to open his eyes and eventually, he was able to as he lazily opened one eye before the other.
The room was blurry and he couldn't make out anything. His body had been laid out on a small couch of a room.
Sighing under his breathe, he attempted to lift himself up only to wince more in response to the pain that stroked through his ribs which he soon tightly held. "You're still too weak." He hadn't known where the voice came from. "Just lie down and rest."
Despite the voice being soft, he guessed that it was Cody – nothing else made much sense, he didn't recognize the voice or remember why he was in so much pain as he was. "…My head." The legend killer angrily grunted as he lightly touched a large bump on his head and drew his hand quickly away at the pain it caused for him just to do that.
Quietly, the voice chuckled. "Yeah, you do have quite the bruise, there." Randy felt a hand softly rub his forehead. The hand hadn't touched where the large bump had been but instead the areas around it. Randy instantly loved the feeling that slightly took away the pain as he slowly drifted his eye up toward where the hand had been and then eventually toward the figure. "…Mic…Mickie?"
She slightly smiled. "Glad to see you still have your vision. Not sure what else you will have left after tonight." The petite brunette diva told him as she sat the ice bag on a table near the couch and sat her hands on top of her lap.
Randy looked at the diva on sat on the arm of the couch. "I don't get it…what're you doing here?"
The petite brunette's brow arched. "Are you joking?" The self proclaimed legend killer remained silent though his eyes widened with such a question – he truly had been clueless of everything around him, how could he be joking at such a time? "Okay. Does the night club earlier remind you of anything? The bar…Dave…?"
"Yes, actually now that you bring that I up I do remember a lot. I remember kicking Dave's ass for a good few moments. Then, I remember being pulled out of the club by Cody and passing out in the back of his car…that's why I don't understand why you're here."
Mickie gently rubbed the back of her neck. "Uh, did you say…Cody?" He gestured a short nod. "Cody didn't pull you out of the club, Randy. Somewhere in the mob of people, I think he got lost? Anyway, I dragged you out of the club. You were in my car, not his." Randy's eyes drifted down toward the ground of what seemed to be a hotel room. Mickie slowly shook her head. "Oh my gosh…" Quietly, she began, "You really don't remember, do you?"
Slowly, Randy's blue eyes drifted back up toward the petite diva as his eyes stared directly into brown ones. "What exactly are you trying to get me to believe?"
"I'm not trying to get you to believe anything; I'm only telling you what happened. You did pass out in the back of the car and then you woke up here, I didn't know where to take you. Everyone in the night club had been standing beside Dave and I didn't want you to hurt him anymore. I knew that wasn't you back there."
Randy playfully chuckled, quietly. "Oh, that was me. Surely it was. That's one thing that I actually can remember."
"You know that's not what I meant." Mickie gestured a short eye roll. "That wasn't you in character. You're nothing like that." Randy's eyes drifted down toward where Mickie had softly rubbed his hand – whilst she flinched toward the cold touch his hand – Randy glared up toward Mickie.
He hadn't the idea of why she was here. Was it true what she was telling him? He hadn't the idea of why she was helping him. Had she not remembered how he treated her on Monday night? It all puzzled the legend killer.
"I'm sorry if you were expecting, Cody. It's just, I couldn't stand there and watch you two tear each other apart. I get so, so sick of people telling me that you're this type of guy, or that type of guy, Randy. I know that you're not…"
Randy heard her words and he actually had listened to her. He allowed her to continue talking, explaining to him that he struggled to show the best of himself to others and claimed that she hadn't known why but she knew that it was true – this told Randy that perhaps she knew too much about him. The sight of her messy curls and faded make up had driven him crazy. He would never be able to get this gorgeous and very quite mysterious girl out of his head, it was simply impossible, unless…
Mickie's words could no longer be heard as Randy drowned her lips with his. Randy wrapped his hands around Mickie's wrist not allowing her to pull back from the kiss even if she had wanted.
The legend killer lowered his arms down toward Mickie's waist – wrapping his arms around her petite frame – and then helped her stand to her feet. He guided her toward a direction that eventually led to a single bed in the room of the hotel room.
Randy lowered Mickie down toward the bed leaving her to fall down on top of the blanket. She slowly drifted her eyes up toward the self proclaimed legend killer who towered over top of her as she tried to read through his icy blue eyes that glared down toward her.
He hadn't met Mickie's gaze, instead his eyes had been watching Mickie's petite frame with hungry eyes. He knew that this would work. He knew that all along, this was all that he wanted. He felt that he just wanted one night with her and it would be no different than anyone else.
Quickly, Randy fell on top of Mickie. He kissed her along her neck before he removed his own t-shirt from his body. With his eyes closed – it all had felt perfect to the legend killer. It was as if all his problems were being answered but as he slowly opened his eyes once more and stared down toward the petite diva who laid underneath him, all his unexplainable problems had almost instantly returned back.
He glared at her. He could sense that even though she was here with him now, she still had innocence about her. So much innocence that made Randy questioned was this really want he wanted? He had always been a heartbreaker but he had never had such a challenge of a heart to break.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer whilst he paused to collect his thoughts. She inched toward him and kissed him along cheeks but Randy only inched away from her. Mickie attempted to kiss him once more but Randy tilted his head in another direction.
The petite brunette's brow arched up as Randy slowly faced in her direction. "…You're so beautiful." He told her, quietly as he watched her – it was almost as if he was saying it more out loud to himself and not just to flatter her. He was beginning to feel regret – a surprising burst of regret.
A small smile formed its way on her lips as she leaned forward toward Randy though the legend killer firmly held her back from doing so. Randy tilted his head away from her only to feel Mickie still find a way to place her lips against his once more.
Randy hadn't pulled away this time. He believed that he could do this. Randy had been in similar situations with other girls who had almost the same innocence. He broke hearts before and if he wanted to break free from the girl who had drove him crazy for days then his answer was right here.
He kissed her more dominantly and forcefully this time as if he was searching for the light that would free him away from this all. Randy wasn't the type of guy that was vulnerable yet that had been exactly what he had been since she came into his life. He needed to break free from it.
The legend killer ran his fingers through her hair, kissed her harder, lightly held onto her waist and attempted get that feeling that it was all over. That whatever they had going on between each other would be over by the following next morning, but it all remained from being so…the remembrance of her innocence, the pain of what would happen the following morning…he just couldn't do it.
Loudly groaning, Randy slid off the bed in defeat.
The petite brunette slowly sat up as Randy paced around the room. He walked back toward the bed and quickly grabbed a hold of his shirt and slid it over his chest – he began feeling a pain in his rib as he did so.
Mickie glared toward him puzzled. "…Did I do something…wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Quickly he spat back as he searched around the living room area for his jacket. The petite diva glanced down toward her lap before jumping down from the bed and following him in the area.
She ran her fingers through her brown mane. "Sorry. I just thought that was what we both wanted to do."
"It was." The legend killer groaned a flustered sigh as he continued to search around for his leather jacket but couldn't spot it anywhere in sight.
"If you're looking for your jacket, it's over there…near the pillow on the couch." A short sigh of relief emerged through Randy's lips as he walked toward the direction of the couch and grabbed a hold of the jacket that had been where Mickie said it was. "Does this mean you're…leaving?"
The legend killer slightly paused before eventually slipping one arm into his jacket sleeve and then the other. "Don't take this the wrong way but, I can't do this. Not with you."
Mickie glanced down toward the floor. It hadn't even been that doing this was that important to her but once he said 'don't take this the wrong way' she immediately couldn't imagine not taking it the wrong way. She rubbed her arm with her hands whilst she leaned her back against the wall. "I just thought that…"
"I know what you thought but honestly, it's not like that, Mickie." He told her as he adjusted the collar of his jacket to his liking.
She muttered a quiet cackle as if saying to herself, she should have known. "Of course, it's not. What was I thinking? It's not like I'm a Kelly, or a Stacy Keibler."
The brow of the legend killer instantly arched as he glared in disbelief toward her. "Kelly? Stacy? Mickie, you should consider yourself lucky." The petite diva shook her head at his words – how should she consider herself lucky? This man couldn't even stand to be around her. He wanted nothing to do with her. She swiped a piece of hair out of her face. "Unlike some others, I actually did care about you enough to stop when I could. I don't want you to handle what they had to handle."
"What…what are you talking about?" Had been all she could retort back to him.
"I know you thought that I'd be here tomorrow morning if we did that but you don't know that. I could've continued it and left the next morning and then how would you handle all of that? How would you deal?"
Slowly, the brunette shook her head. "…I know that you wouldn't have left, Randy."
Randy muttered a slight cackle whilst he walked toward her. "I guess you really do know every move I'm going to make, so Mickie, I guess you know what my next move is." The legend killer then turned in the direction toward the door and as he reached for the door knob, the brunette had appeared in front of him.
"Save it!" She grunted under her breathe and then walked out of the door before he could. The legend killer could hear her feet flying down the fleet of stairs before she slammed the door in his face.
His head lowered down toward the ground, almost feeling regret…
He hadn't understood it. How could he feel regret for doing something of the such? He actually stopped it all for her. It felt like hell to him to stop but he did knowing that it would feel even more worst if he had left the next morning and she would've waken up alone in the hotel bed by herself.
.He knew she would be dealing with excessive baggage if he was to leave the next morning but he would also feel slightly guilty and hurt for doing the such. He just couldn't sleep with her meaning if he had to leave her the next morning whilst she was asleep; it really had been unfair to him being that he knew if he spent just one night with her – only one night – it would answer all the problems, he could rid her out of his head with a one night stand like he had done before with any other girl…
But it just didn't happen. He couldn't even get any satisfaction out of kissing her. In his head had been almost an imaginary list of things crossed out that he had attempted to do to keep her out of his head – he tried being cold to her countless of times and none of it had worked and he had felt that if he had slept with Mickie then he would get what he wanted and she would be out of his head but he couldn't do it which made him question what was left to do…
He couldn't find a way to get her out of his head. To get this crazy drive – which he first thought was only sexual - he had for her to stop. The moments when he was alone with her he could never understand why they were so important or why the moments when he wasn't with her were the moments she remained present in his head.
…And if he couldn't get this one diva – this diva that he swore to everyone was no different than any other diva – out of his head than maybe somewhere in the self proclaimed legend killer's head had been a place specially made just for Mickie's spot in his head.
