YAY! Randy and John and Triple H didn't get drafted! Woo! Even though Triple H got injured.. sad times. But we lost Kofi! I love kofi kingston! =( anyways, this Monday was a good one, and John was HILARIOUS and Randy put Sheamus in his place.. if you missed it, youtube it! Anyway back to the story! I promise this chapter gets better!
Chapter 9- Fools Rush In
Lora
I finally managed to pull myself back together before the show began. To anyone else who just happened into the titantron room, I was my normal self, but I was a mess on the inside. I had escaped Casie's worried stare only because she had to get ready for her own battle with Maryse tonight, for which I was thankful. She would have wanted to know want had gone on between Randy and I, and I wasn't quite sure I was ready to talk about it.
For the past three days, I had watched Randy from a distance, not once making an attempt at conversation with him. Because I was afraid of what would happen with him. I was still hurt at what I saw between him and the blonde, even though he had had every right too. But I still liked him. I still thought about him when I woke up, throughout every hour of my day, and when I went to sleep at night. Randy was slowly becoming a part of me. And I hated it.
Especially now, after I found out he's been lying to me since day one. My chest tightened just thinking about it. Stop, I told myself. I couldn't break down. Not here. I had already shown Randy that he had what it took to get the best of me. That he had what it took to make me cry. And I hated myself for it. I wouldn't show anyone else that. So, I put on my brave face for the rest of the world.
I had planned on watching every match from my spot next to the ring announcer, but now, after everything I had just gone through, I just didn't have it in me. All I wanted was to just be alone. And the titantron room gladly offered that to me. So if the occasional tear leaked out, I had no one to feel ashamed in front of.
The match outcomes seem to take on my mood; depressing. All the faces, or the "good guys", seem to be losing and the heels, the "bad guys", were coming out on top. Much to my disappointment, Triple H lost to Sheamus. After a vicious attack with a lead pipe before the match had even started backstage by Sheamus, Triple H was not one hundred percent for the match. I have, personally, never talked to Sheamus. And I really didn't want too. I didn't like him at all. Everything about him gave me the creeps. His overly thick Irish accent made my skin crawl; it wasn't one of those sexy accents, however, but one where you could hardly make out what he was saying. And I swear, before Vince found him, he must have been living in a cave, because he was the whitest man I have ever laid eyes on; with the brightest red hair. Overall, he was the oddest looking human being in the WWE; and that was saying something.
I knew the outcome of Randy and Jake's match, but it still didn't stop the rush of unwanted disappointment that flooded my body. Even though Randy had basically just blind-sided me with a bit of news I should have known three weeks ago, I still couldn't stand Jake. And as much as I will lie through my teeth to anyone who asks, I still have feelings for Randy. Right now, it's mixed feelings of like, attraction, betrayal and a diluted form of hatred. I know I was being pathetic, but you try shutting your feelings out for someone. Not as easy as it sounds. But the ever gloating, ever arrogant Jake was going to be practically floating by his inflated ego after this win. Punctured only slightly by the vicious RKO delivered by Randy after the match was over. I watched Jake's whole body bounce from the force behind the move, and then he lay still, as Randy stalked above him. I saw the look of pure hatred on his beautiful features as he gazed down upon an unconscious Jake. I looked away from the screen, as I felt the stinging in my eyes, and played Randy's music.
The first face to conquer a heel was Tamara vs. Maryse. Casie seemed to be in zone she saved for special occasions like this, because I had never seen her wrestle quite like this. Maryse never stood a chance against Tamara on this night. She had brought her A-game. I smiled at the screen, and played Tamara's music, watching as she stood high over a cowering, whimpering Maryse.
The second to last match was a cage match between Edge and Chris Jericho. I had used to like Chris back when I was little, but he changed to a heel, and now everyone hated him. So, I was mildly happy when he lost in a vicious battle to Edge. Then, finally, it was the Last Man Standing match for the WWE Championship between John and Batista. Last Man Standing means anything goes: chairs, garbage cans, sledge hammers, ladders, tables, anything. And the only way to win the match is the last man to answer to the count of ten, by the referee is the winner; no pinfall or submission. And for thirty minutes or longer, I watched as John and Batista beat the living hell out of each other. They used everything they got their hands on. And each man had close calls. There were several times I thought John was going to lose, but he would get to his feet by the count of nine. And Batista had the crowd thinking John had it won, but would be standing by nine.
And then John did something I had never seen in all my years of watching the WWE. He had Batista in the middle of the ring, with his submission hold locked in, but it was no use, because even though Batista was tapping out, it didn't count. But John let go of all of Batista except for one leg, dragging him to the ring post. I watched as John slid out of the ring and grabbed something underneath the ring apron. It was duck tape. I slid the edge of my seat, wondering what he was doing. Batista had rolled over on to his stomach, trying to crawl away, but John wasn't having it, and quickly grabbed both his ankles and forced him to straddle the ring post, crossing his legs. Then he proceeded to use the duck tape as a tourniquet around his ankles. I watched in wide-eyed shock as the referee began the count of ten. And Batista couldn't answer it. John had retained his title. I squealed in delight, followed by peals of laughter. That was the first time I had ever seen duck tape used to win a match.
John turned to walk back up the ramp, with his belt, when he saw Tamara running towards him. She didn't even slow down, and jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, crashing her lips to his. I gasped, along with the rest of the crowd, and watched the shocked look on John's face dissolve as he closed his eyes and kissed her back. When they separated, she took the belt from him, pointed at it, and then to him, gearing the crowd up for "Cena" chants; the smile never leaving her face. They walked hand in hand back to the locker room.
The next couple of hours were such a haze for me, I don't remember how I got through all the ending preparations and back to the hotel room. But here I was, standing in my room alone, silence pressing down on me from all sides. This day had turned out to be such a wreck I wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep it away. But of course, life had no such plans for me. As soon as I had gotten out of the shower and into fresh clothes, there was a knock at the door. Somehow I knew who it was.
"What is going on?" Casie asked as soon as I opened the door. I slinked back to the bed and sat down. "First you tell me that you like Randy, and then you're avoiding him for days, and the next thing I know, you're slapping him across the face! What did he do? I'll kill him!"
She was angry at Randy and she didn't even know what he had done. No telling how angry she would be if she knew. Did I want to be responsible for releasing such fury on him? Yes and no.
"That was a nice one you laid on John earlier," I said, watching her blush. "Was that Casie or Tamara?"
"A little bit of both, but don't you change the subject on me! Tell me what the scum did. Please?" She added, in a soft, concern tone. "John and I are both worried about you."
"I know, but I just wanted to say that I have never seen anyone win a match with duck tape before!" I laughed, and it felt weird coming from my throat. But I had successfully distracted Casie. "Was that written for him, or did he come up with that?"
"Neither. I gave it to him!" she exclaimed. I gaped at her.
"What?"
"Well, I didn't think he took me seriously! I just told him the other night, playfully, to just duck tape his legs together, and here he goes tonight!" Casie giggled, and I joined in. It felt good to laugh.
"That doesn't seem like something he would do though," I mused. "It seems like something Randy would do…" and I trailed off, realizing I just hit my own sore spot. And even though I had successfully distracted her earlier, and I had just successfully got her back on track.
I sighed. I was going to have to tell her. She is my best friend. "Randy lied to me. Or, at least, never told me the truth."
She cocked her head to the side. "What are you talking about?"
I felt the tears stinging my eyes, "Randy and I never slept together. He just let me believe that."
She gasped, and I saw shock flash across her face. But once that had passed, as I told the story of what had happened I saw anger settle onto her features. She seemed to be at a loss for words once I was finished, and that gave me some time to think. All those times that I thought it wasn't fair that he got to remember that night and I didn't. It wasn't that I couldn't remember it; it was because it never happened. It all made sense now. How could I have been so stupid? I had even woken up in my underwear! I was such an idiot. Not all the blame could fall on Randy.
"But why though?" Casie asked. "What was in it for him, to keep this from you?"
That, I did not know. He was Randy Orton. He could have anyone he wanted, why would he make me think I slept with him? I don't think that one dark spot on a record like that is going to make much of a difference. I shrugged my shoulders at her, avoiding her gaze. I didn't want to see the sorrow she felt for me. It made it all the more real.
"I just don't know anymore," I said, finally admitting defeat. "I know I still feel for him, but this is just too much right now. I can't comprehend anything. I need a break from thinking. I can't wait to get the draft over and done with."
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The plane touched down in Richmond, Virginia early in the afternoon that Monday. I was glad it was the day of the draft, because soon it would be over. I didn't even know who would be drafted, but we had to be prepared for anything. So that meant getting to the arena earlier to load every superstar's music. It was going to be a great day.
Along with the bad hair day and the horrible trouble getting a taxi (because I was not riding with Casie, John and Randy), I was developing one of the worst migraines I had ever experienced. I was extremely frustrated and at the end of my fuse by the time I got to the arena. And just because life loved me so much, it graced me with one of my favorite people.
"Hey Lora." I stopped in my tracks, immediately recognizing his lisp. I almost thought about pretending to have not heard him and just walk on, but then I felt his arm around my shoulder. "How have you been?"
I jerked out from underneath his heavy limb, and eyed his expression, having heard the undertone of second meaning behind his words. Somehow he knew that Randy and I had had a fallen out yesterday. Good news travels fast, I mused.
"I'm fine," I stated, trying to walk on. I had a lot of work to do.
"Look," Jake said, holding up his championship belt, "I retained the title."
I raised one eyebrow at him. Was he fishing for compliments? Really? I was trying so hard not to roll my eyes in his face, but it was getting difficult. "I was there. I saw."
He stepped closer to me, making me back up into the cement wall; Jake was standing in front of me, closing off my only escape. I could feel all my anger building up, just shimmering below the surface. He needs to move. Now.
"Well, I was wondering, if you and I could start over? I've decided to forgive you for hitting me with a chair."
I saw red. This was not the time to smart off to me. "Forgive me? Excuse me, Jake, but I don't think I was asking for forgiveness and I was sleeping just fine without it!"
He laughed at my words, "Cute Lora. I love that about you. So feisty." And a look came over his eyes that scared me. I began to shove at his broad shoulders, but it was absolutely useless. He was just too strong, it was like shoving on a brick wall. I was completely pinned against the wall now. Have you heard of the saying "being stuck between a rock and a hard place"? Well, this must be what it's like in a literal sense. All my previous anger dissipated and replaced with fear and disgust.
He had one hand on my neck, forcing me to look in his eyes, and the other hand propped on the wall behind us. I continued to struggle against, but it's all to no avail. I turn my face to the side as he tries to guide his face to mine. The thought of those lips touching mine made my stomach turn. Especially when I thought of the last set of lips that kissed me. There was no way in hell I was going to let Jake take those memories away from me.
"Jake Hager, get your nasty hands off me!" I yelled, and tried, but failed to get away. My heart was pounding and all I thought was that I just wanted to get away. Yeah, I never liked the guy, but I never thought Jake would ever do anything like this.
I kept my face turned and my lips clamped shut, but he would not give up. But then, all presence of his body was gone. I heard a loud yell, followed by a loud crash. However, I wasn't ready for it. I didn't realize that I had been using all my balance and strength to try and get him off me, and that Jake was basically keeping me up right. And as soon as he was gone, I hit the floor. I was stunned momentarily, and then I scuttled as far away to the corner of the hall.
When I got my bearings, I looked around to see what had happened. A man had his back standing towards me, standing over Jake. I gasped and my heart stuttered to stop, and suddenly jump-started into high gear. It was Randy. I let my eyes graze over his body, from head to toe. He hadn't changed into his wrestling trunks yet; still in traveling sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt; looking as good as ever. And there, at his feet, was an unconscious Jake. It seemed as if he had slammed him into the cement arena wall. Hard.
"Lora!" It was Casie. I hadn't seen John and Casie standing off to one side. My brain was just now starting to work like it should and I was making sense of the situation. The three of them must have arrived at the arena and was walking through and saw Jake trying to be the barbarian that he is. I looked over at Casie, who was kneeling next to me.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "What happened?" I looked back to Randy, and saw that John had joined his side. Randy slowly turned around, but wouldn't look me in the eye. He focused his sight on a spot just above my head. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts and looked back to Casie.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Jake was just being an ass," I grumbled, letting Casie help me to my feet. I walked over to Jake, looking down at him. "Is he going to be okay?" I asked, without any real concern in my voice.
I saw John try to smile, though he was still too angry at what he had just seen. I opened my mouth to ask if it would be in bad taste to kick Jake while he was down, but was stopped short when Randy turned on his heel and started walking away. And I as I stood there, staring after his retreating form, I couldn't tell you what came over me. I called out to him.
"Randy!" I yelled, and trotted up to him, as he turned around to me. He looked down at me with guarded eyes. And before I could get lost in those endless blue eyes, I opened my mouth and said, "Thank you. For what you did. You didn't have too."
He hadn't expected me to say anything along the lines of the "thank you", I could tell. It took him time to recover from shock, but I didn't mind. It gave me the excuse to be around him. My chest fluttered momentarily when he shot me a small smile.
"I… um… You're welcome." And he began walking away, and I could practically feel him taking all the warmth from my body with him.
I wanted to scream at him, beat him, hug him, hold him; anything to keep Randy near me. Because even though I was extremely angry with him, being angry with him was better than having nothing with him. How masochistic is that? But I was pulled from my thoughts as he turned back towards me, only ten feet away. He looked me direct in the eyes.
"If it makes any difference at all, I didn't sleep with that blonde." And he turned and walked away.
oo
I was trying to make it through Raw the best I could. The trouble was Randy's words kept running through my head. I didn't sleep with that blonde. I shook my head. I was doing it again. And I knew why. Because I was about to have to play his music, and watch him come out for a match.
Earlier in the show, Sheamus had come out running his mouth about putting Triple H on the sidelines from the cowardly attack with a lead pipe and talking of title shots against John Cena, and was quickly shut down by my introduction of Randy's music, and Randy rightfully put him in his place, saying that when he had fought Triple H he had faced him man to man, not attacked him from behind.
Then John being who he is came in to lighten up the tense situation between the two. With Tamara at his side, John rolled on with his skit, as he said Sheamus was so pale he looked like a "mayonnaise jar with eyeballs and a ketchup haircut". I was clutching my stomach with laughter. John could come up with some of the funniest things. And what was even funnier than John's lines, was Randy's face. Because I could see it in his eyes; he was dying to laugh. And then Sheamus reinforced my feelings of dislike for him by trying to kick Randy in the head, but Randy ducked, and went for his "RKO", but Sheamus pushed him away, leaving him in the ring, fuming. And I could choose to play either Sheamus or Randy's music, because it was a stalemate between the two. But I chose Randy's. For many reasons, but one because I was tired of men beating their chests like cavemen.
Now, there was a Triple Threat Match between Sheamus, Randy and Batista, thanks to John, for the number one contender for John's title. I was glad that all the drafts were over, and I was secretly happy that Randy had not been drafted to Smackdown; though I don't know if I would ever tell him that.
I hated the outcome before I saw it happen. I was tired of this story line. But I didn't know why I had to load Edge's music, whom had been drafted from Smackdown to Raw. Until the end of the match. When it looked like Randy had it won, even though I knew it wasn't going to happen, Edge ran into the ring and gave Randy a fierce spear, sending him to the mat, writhing in pain. I stared in wide-eyed shock as Batista weakly draped an arm over Randy's defenseless body and got the pin.
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I lay in the cold hotel bed later that night, wide awake. I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing far too much to even think about sleep. My body was exhausted, but my mind; well, that was a different story. All I could think about was Randy. And how he limped from the ring, wincing in pain, and how he had slammed Jake in the wall, saving me, and how he had not slept with that blonde. I jumped from the bed and slipped some shorts on and found my flip flops, and before I could change my mind, I went to find Randy.
I paced back and forth in front of his door multiple times, trying to build up my nerve. Several times I thought I was going to duck out, and started to head back to my room, but I changed my mind and ran back and stood in front of his door. With a shaky hand, I reached up and knocked on the door. I waited about three minutes, though it felt like half an hour, before I heard anything behind the door, and then it swung open. And there stood Randy, with a surprised and shocked look on his face.
"Lora?" I could hear the confusion in his voice. But I pushed past him, not asking to be invited in.
"We're settling this," I said, "Now. I am tired of all of this, and I can't sleep."
"Lora, I--" Randy began, but I cut across him.
"Just tell me why. That's all I want to know. I want to know why you kept it a secret from me," I said, keeping my voice calm.
"That's all you want to know?" Randy asked, walking closer to me. And I noticed for the first time what he was wearing; a pair of boxers. That's it. Just boxers. I felt my face flush as I realized that he was nearly naked and I was in my pajamas. And I couldn't stop my eyes as they did the normal sweep over his body.
"Yes," I said, but my voice was raspy. Randy was only two feet from me now; he was staring down at me with those deep blue eyes that I could barely see from the dim lamp light.
And before I knew it, one of his arms had wrapped around my waist and his other hand grabbed my neck, and I was being pulled into his grasp. It was nothing like it was with Jake. As soon as I was in his arms, I knew it was where I wanted to be.
But I lost all thought when he crushed his mouth on mine. The memory of his lips on mine was nothing like the real thing. Every nerve ending seemed to be firing at once. I couldn't think of anything else but trying to get my body closer to his. I wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him to me. Our lips moved in perfect unison together, like they hadn't been apart for the weeks they really had been. My hands grazed over his back muscles, around his waist, up his chiseled abs and rested at his neck. But, all too soon, like I was dreaming, he pulled away. I stared up at him, trying to determine his actions.
"That," Randy said, his voice thick with emotion, "is why I didn't tell you. I liked you, and I didn't know I was going to see you again. And there was never really a good time to tell you."
My heart was pounding in my ears and I all could see was Randy. I was flying. I didn't want to think. All I wanted to do was get back into his arms. I knew I would never get enough of him. I grabbed Randy by the back of the neck with both hands and pulled him down to my eye level, and I had to get on my tip toes. I placed my forehead on his and looked him in the eye.
"Don't you ever lie to me again," I whispered, our lips brushing together.
"Never," he mumbled. And I closed the distance between with a moan of satisfaction. I felt Randy smile beneath the kiss. And somewhere in between kisses, laughter and the incoherent thoughts in my head I knew that Randy was mine, and I was his.
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