I'm still a little behind, and I'm trying as fast as I can to catch up! But I need to know, who else can't stand the anonymous general manager? Uh, me. I just want to know who it is already! It's not well for my story, not to know.. lol.. And all those poor Legends, that got the snot beat out of them.. made me soo sad.. ='(
Anyways, on with the chapter!
Chapter 28- Playing By The Heart
Randy
"So, if Vince isn't able to hold this meeting," Lora asked, as we walked through the halls of the arena Friday morning in Erie, Pennsylvania, for a small superstar meeting, "who will hold it?"
I raised an eyebrow at her. I watched as she nervously figeted with her hair. She had been in this business, yet she still hadn't got used to being around the people she watched on TV when she was girl. Not able to fight the smirk on my lips, I pulled her closer to me as we reached the door. I pushed the wood out of the way, and led her into the room. John and Casie were already sitting around a large circled table, along with Adam, Matt, Edoin and Stephen. But standing at the head of the table, with her back to everyone, was a woman with long, brown wavy hair. I heard the enhale of air as it rushed past Lora's lips as the woman in a white dress shirt, and black pants turned around.
Stephanie McMahon let her eyes graze on everyone in the room as Lora and I took our seats next to John and Casie. She looked more like her father, than she did her mother. There was definitely no doubting who her father was. But the major thing that stood out about Stephanie, at this point in time, was the large bump in her stomach. It stretched the white shirt tight. She had to be at least eight months pregnant. It amused me at how fast she and Paul could reproduce, as this would be their third child. Stephanie walked slowly to the table, and sat carefully in the over-stuffed leather chair, that Vince usually sat in.
"Okay," she said, shuffling the papers in front of her, "down to business. This Monday on Raw, there will be a stipulation put in place, that none of the Nexus can touch a Raw superstar, or they will be fired. In contrast, none of the Raw superstars are allowed to touch the Nexus group, or risk suspension."
If one thing had to be said about Stephanie, it's that, even exceedingly pregnant, she could still capture the attention of a room, and demand respect. She had really come into her own since Vince delgated some of his responibilities to her all those years ago. I hated the storyline early last year, when she fell into harms way, by me. But it was her idea. And like I said, you respect Stephanie, and her decisions.
"That being said," Stephanie began, passing around a stack of stapled scripts for the show, "you can find your matches in here. The main event is going to be an eight-man tag team match with all of the contenders for the Money-in-the-Bank match at our next pay-per-view," she said about our next big event. A Money-in-the-Bank has eight wrestlers, all competing for one thing. The briefcase that is hung 20 feet above the ring. Inside that briefcase is a granteed contract for a WWE championship match. But to reach that case, you must climb a ladder in the middle of the ring, with seven other superstars breathing down your neck. "And as Rob Zombie is the guest host, Adam, you'll have a titantron appearance to confront him about your old entrance music. You will need to get with Miss Pierce and discuss the details about that."
I saw Adam nod out of the corner of my eye, and I felt Lora squirm next to me. I bit the inside of my cheek, thumbing through the script, thinking how funny it was that Lora could be fiery and devastingly charismatic when she wanted to be, but put her in front of someone she looked up too, and she completely clammed up. It made her that much more angelic.
"What about me?" Casie spoke up, sitting on the edge of her seat. All eyes went to her, giving her their undivided attention. "I mean, I want to come back. I'm ready for another match."
"I'm not sure Casie," Stephanie said, turning soft eyes toward her. Another thing about Stephanie is that she actually cared about her wrestlers. Something she got, again, from her father. Casie sighed in frustration.
"This is not fair. I'm all better now. I've been hitting the gym threes times a week. I'm in good shape. And no offense to Randy," she said, casting warning eyes in my direction, "but you guys let him continue to wrestle when his shoulder was still hurt so bad."
She did have a point. They never told me I wasn't allowed to be in action. And I don't know what I would have been like if they had. Stephanie sighed, pinching her nose with her fingers, "Casie, I just don-"
"Steph, I understand that this whole business is based around the men's wrestling; that it's a man's world. But I'm here too, and so are several other women wrestlers that love what they do! Besides, you can't have a man without his moma!" Casie vented from her seat. I had never seen her as angry as she was now. Her jaw was set, and her eyes danced with the heat of her anger.
"Fine," Stephanie relented, "you get me a doctor written report that you are capable for action, and the Monday's Raw in Tennessee you will have your return match." Casie smiled softly in a thank you, and sank back into her seat. The look on her face was nothing but victory. "Now, if that's the last of the questions, you can all leave. All except Randy and Miss Pierce." I raised my eyebrow at her, but she looked away. Lora watched everyone file out of the room, her hands clasped together in her lap.
"What's up Stephanie?" I asked, when the last of the stars had left the room. She stood up from her seat, with a soft grunt, and with a hand on her back, she stretched her muscles out. Again, my eyes were drawn to her middle, and the sizable bump. I had always thought that pregnant women had that certain element that made them beautiful, and Stephanie was no different. Besides being a demanding and sometimes hard-headed boss, she knew she was growing a person inside her. It showed on her face, they happiness that simmered just beneath the surface. Someone that belonged solely to her and Paul. And a sudden rush of jealously pulsed through my needy, selfish veins for the man. I had never owned anything, of any worth, that was soley mine. The only thing that ever came close, was Lora. But I'm not stupid enough to think that I own her. Yes, she belonged with me, but it was always up to her. Always her choice whether she wanted to stay with me.
"My dad has filled me in on your situation," she said, coming to sit on the edge of the table. "And I just wanted to let you know that I'm handling it for him, while he's resting."
I felt Lora lace her fingers through mine, and I squeezed them gently, and Lora looked back to Stephanie. "Thank you."
"It's the least I could do for someone, from what I have been told, helps keep the show a well-oiled machine," she smiled down at Lora, and I knew what that compliment just meant to Lora. Her work meant a great deal to her, and to be told by the heads of the company that she was one of the best, was everything to her.
oo
Lora and I were lying on the bed in our hotel room, after the Friday night show was over, as I flipped through the TV channels. She snuggled into my side, her long red hair fanning down her back, irresistible to my fingers. My body was tingling from the delicate designs she was absent-mindly drawing on my bare chest. I racked my brain for anything to distract myself from those feelings. I finally came up with something that's been tugging at me for a while.
"So, Lora, after Monday, we have the entire week off, until the next Monday," I stated. I sent a prayer up to the heavens that my voice didn't betray my feelings.
"And? Your point?" I sighed. She was going to be difficult.
"Well, do you want to go see your family?" I felt her tense slightly against my form. I had the feeling the idea didn't appeal to her the way it did to me. "Lora?"
"Can't we just stay here?" she asked in a whisper. I sat up, bringing her with me. She wouldn't look at me, but I could tell by her face that this wasn't a conversation she wanted to have. I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me.
"You must miss them."
Her eyes flashed, and her jaw clenched tightly, "Of course I miss them! I haven't seen them in nearly four months, before I came on tour."
I didn't understand. If she missed them, and we have a week off from traveling, at a perfect time, what was the problem? I gaged the look in her face, and a thought suddenly occurred to me. And, though I had nothing to do with it, I felt extremely guilty.
"Is this about Nathan?" I asked, dreading the answer. The saying went "blood is thicker than water", and I agree. Hell, I lived my life by it. Nathan was my blood, but Lora was no water. She was near my blood than I had ever let anyone get to me. And I was angry at Nathan for hurting her. I almost missed Lora's small nod, and light whimper because of my thoughts taking over me. "Tell me."
"It's just… Everything is so much better when it's just you and me. When we aren't being picked apart by our families," Lora admitted, staring intently at the comforter. A part of me agreed with her. There was no pressure when it was just us. But I remember each time she was meeting some of my family, she had gotten nervous and fidgeted with her appearance under the tension. But the other part, the selfish part, wanted to know all the littles secrets, ins and outs, and old lifestyles that hid behind those green eyes. Possessions that reside in her childhood home.
"I can't ever say I'm sorry enough for what Nathan had done, and just promise you that he will come around," I began, grasping her hand in mine, "but that doesn't stop me from wanting to know your family."
Lora chewed on her bottom lip, "What if they don't accept you?"
I heard the worry and pain behind her words. She wanted her family to open their arms up to me, like she has. And that was only normal, because I had wanted the same thing. And Nathan spit on everything, causing unnecessary doubt to bloom in Lora's head. My anger for him rippled, but I shoved it aside, focusing on this moment.
"You do, and for now, that's all that matters."
Lora looked down at our joining hands, biting on her bottom lip. "Fine. The Tuesday after Raw we'll leave for Georgia." She looked up with me in a sigh as I smiled softly at her. "How come you always seem to win these arguments?"
I smirked at her. "This wasn't an argument. It was a discussion. You, Lora, win more of the real arguments than I do."
Lora raised an eyebrow at me, moving to kneel on her knees on the bed. She made her way softly over to me to brush her lips over mine. Her long red hair fell over her shoulders, and tickled my cheeks as Lora leaned over me. She lifted one leg over mine to straddle my hips. The soft graze of her bare thighs against my skin sent a scorching flame up my spine. Her lips moved from my own, down my jaw, and came to rest at my neck. My hands slid up her hips, to her waist. Her warm flesh was soft under my touch. One of Lora's hands pressed firmly against my chest, and she lightly dug her fingers into my skin as she brought her hand down my skin.
I groaned and my eyes closed as I felt her hand close around me through my boxers. She tightened her grip slightly and released. Her other hand pushed lightly on my shoulder, forcing me back down on the bed. But before I could react, she had her fingers gripped on the elastic of my boxers, and she was pulling them down. And just like every other time, I was completely under control. Her hand came around me again, coming in contact with the flesh. A moan escaped from deep within my throat as she began to move her hand in a deliberate motion. Hot passion licked at every nerve ending in my body. But I had to stop her, because she was pushing me too close to the edge. I reached down at grabbed her wrist, and pulled her hand away from me. I saw the look of disappointment in her eyes that I would soon rid her of.
I sat up, with Lora still straddling me. Instead of kissing her pouting mouth, I aimed my assault at her weakest point; the hollow spot just beneath her ear. I felt her reaction almost immediately. Her back arched, pushing her chest together with mine. My hands found the hem of her t-shirt, and slipped underneath. Again, I explored the soft skin of her stomach, leading my hand up to her chest. My name slipped from her lips as I grasped her. I got immense pleasure from feeling her respond to my touch. My other hand gathered a handful of her shirt, and began tugging it up. I watched as Lora pulled away from me, allowing just enough room to remove the shirt. My eyes were instantly drawn to her bare chest. Just another reminder of how perfect Lora was for me.
I wrapped an arm around her bare waist, and laid her out on the bed. I pulled my boxers the rest of the way off, dropping them on the floor, and turned my attention back to Lora. Her chest was moving up and down in rapid succession, and I couldn't tell whether it was my accelerated heartbeat I was hearing, or hers. I lightly grazed my fingertips up her thighs, teasing her softly. I could feel the heat radiating from her, and it only made me want more. Slipping a finger into the band of her silk panties, I tugged gently until they moved with ease down her bare legs. I lowered my body back against hers, stealing her lips with mine, bringing a hand between her thighs. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as my fingers started to stroke her gently. Lora moaned into my mouth when I dipped my first finger inside her. Her head fell back against the pillows and I watched as she closed her eyes. I felt her nails dig into my back when I picked up speed. Reluctantly, I removed my hand; I knew her release wasn't far off, and this wasn't how I wanted it to end.
I reached around my neck and grabbed both of Lora's hands. Lifting them above her head, I pressed them down into the sheets. Her eyes opened slowly, and I saw the lust and needed heat blazing back at me. Lacing our fingers together, I used one of my thighs to spread Lora's legs apart. I adjusted my hips, and pushed slowly into her. My mind couldn't think of anything but Lora, and her tender muscles that were so tight around me. I groaned as I pulled out of her slowly. Her hips bucked into mine softly as I picked up rhythm. I felt her arms struggle to free themselves from my grasp, but I tightened my hold, and picked up my pace. Her soft delicate moans ensnared my senses. Lora's body tensed up beneath me, and she threw her head back against the pillows; her muscles seized so tightly around my own, that it pushed me over the limit with her. Ecstasy gripped every cell in my body, pushing me to all new heights of pleasure.
I rolled over to her side, laying my head in the crook of her neck. Her heartbeat was still racing, but her breathing was beginning to slow. Lora rested a hand on the top of my head, and turned into me slightly. I reached down and untangled the sheets from the bottom of the bed, and draped the covering over our bodies. Lora reached over and swithed off the lamp. Lora cuddled me softly against her skin. Sleep was slowly taking over my pleasure. I yawned into Lora's bare shoulder.
"Like I said," I murmured into the dark room, "you win."
oo
I sat in my locker room, watching the live feed of Raw the next Monday night. I didn't have anything until the main event, and I was extremely bored. I couldn't even visit Lora, because she was busy with Edge's titantron appearance. I sighed and watched John and Sheamus open up the show. Stephen's character was going to team up with John, for one night only, to battle Nexus, until the stipulation made itself known. The new GM e-mailed Michael Cole, dictating what matches was to happen, and who was not allowed to touch who. Sheamus would defend himself against Mark Henry, and I was only slightly disappointed when he won. Next was a six-person tag team match between Eve, Gail Kim and Edoin versus Maryse, Alicia Fox and Jillian. For the moment, if I hadn't already known the outcome, I would have thought Edoin's team had it won. She had her submission move, First Ede, locked on Jillian. But before Jillian could tap, Alicia Fox breaks the hold, saving the match. After a sneak attack by Maryse, and a quick pin of Edoin by Alicia Fox, the match was over.
But when the fool-hearty group called "Nexus" began to attack six classic WWE Hall of Fame Legends, including Jerry Lawler, Ricky Steamboat and Arn Anderson, I wanted to get my hands on them. But we were barred from it. Everyone of us in the locker room, that had been coming to John's aid, were banned from laying a hand on them, as they were us. So, I was forced to sit back and watch the vicious attack. I knew that I had barely any room to talk when it came to attacks on figureheads, but at least I knew when to respect them. I saw no respect from this onslaught. And I never had back up; I would always do it myself, or at least just Ted and Cody. These guys were spineless. Fearful to the core.
Finally it was time for my match. Something to do to take my mind off everything. I heard my music being cued, and I knew somewhere in this arena, Lora was watching. The very thought sent a shiver of excitement running up my spine. I made my way down the ramp, and the match began. But it was turning out to be similar to being backstage. Pointless. I watched as a guy would go in and a guy would out, never seeming to tag my hand. At last, when I could feel the match beginning to wind to a close, Matt as Evan Bourne, was crawling back to our corner. I was getting feed up with this match. I wanted it over. I saw Jericho make the tag to my old Legacy partner, Ted Dibiase Jr. Evan leapt over in my direction, finally tagging me in. I bit back a smile as I met eyes with DiBiase. I liked him well enough, and I hated to do this to him. I ran forward, past Ted, and looked behind me, jumped as I grabbed his neck, and slammed him to the mat in a "RKO". And three counts later, our team had won the match.
But as the referee held my arm high in victory, I was knocked in the head from behind. I fell to my knees, and rolled out of the ring. From my spot on the ground, I watched as Edge brought a ladder into the ring, that got turned around and used against him by John Morrison and Evan, both members of my team. But after Evan went on the attack of Jericho, the Miz came and performed his face plant on Morrison. Then Miz began to set the ladder up, and rung by rung, he began to climb. But I slid back into the ring, and watched as he looked down at me, shock evident in his face. I grabbed the both legs of the ladder, and pushed with all I had. It tipped over and sent the Miz flying into the ropes. I stared down at him for a few moments, before setting the ladder back up right. I didn't take my time in climbing the ladder. I paused, though, and looked up at the red case that swung from a hook before me. Quickly, I unhooked it, and held it high above my head. My music cued, and the fans all screamed. Tonight, it was my moment.
A/N
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