Randy Orton: Unconditionally

Chapter five

Chapter five

            I could not take my eyes off the screen, I watched for what seem to feel like for hours, Randy getting beaten left from right. I still do not understand why he asked for me. Every time he got pinned though I could read his lips; he was calling for me.

‘Emily…’ I couldn’t take it anymore, he needed me there. I scrambled for my socks and shoes. Why was I going to rescue him? It’s just a show. He cannot be calling for me. I looked over at the TV as he got pinned again and I could hear him louder this time,

“EMILY!” The announcers could not figure out who Emily was.

            It only made me move faster, I grabbed my ticket; leaving everything on in the room, rushing down to the stadium. You don’t realize how long the Atlantic City boardwalk is, until you run it.

“Excuse me” “Thank you…” I said passing people, jumping over them at times. I hope I wasn’t too late. I knew I should’ve gone tonight. Who cares what Leo would’ve said, Randy would not be in trouble. I reached the stadium, passing guards, not even giving my ticket.

            The only way I could get to the ring is go through the upstairs’ doors. I rushed up the stairs, sweat pouring down my face, my hands and legs swollen from the brutal humidity and dampness of the night. I could hear the screaming fans through the doors; bursting through them and rushing down the stairs to my brothers. They were in the same seats as last time.

            “Emily…” Jason questioned, surprised. I was out of breath, putting my hands to my knee caps, unable to talk.

“Sit, sit” Jason said, pushing me to the chair. I looked up to the sky and saw the skylights my chest was sore and my throat dry. I looked over at the ring and saw Randy was still fighting. His body was red and sweaty and he looked really tired. His oppointment was in no better shape.

            Randy rolled off the ring and right next to us. He looked pretty out of it. “Come on Randy!” I shouted, taping his arm.

“Come on!” Randy looked up, his expression changed once he saw me. He smiled.

“You’re here…” he said. “Yea…come on get up you can do it!” I said.

“I can’t I’m so tired…” he groaned, I can imagine how he must feel, I know the feeling.

“Come on, be wild tear him up!” I shouted evilly. The man came up to Randy and picked him up over his head, causing everyone to scream.

            “Put him down!” I shouted. He looked over at me, seeing how angry I was. The amazement of this wrestler’s strength did not phase me.

“Emily…” Randy grumbled, hanging almost lifelessly in the air. The wrestler looked at me closer,

“You’re Emily?” he questioned. Realizing now throughout the match Randy was calling me. I did not say yes or no in anyway. I did not beg to put Randy down; he did it slowly as he kept a strong eye contact with me. Randy stumbled at first, leaning on the barricade; breathing heavily.

            The crowd seemed to become less rowdy, I whispered in Randy’s ear, “Come on be wild…” my voice horse.

“Tear him apart…be a beast” I said. Randy breathed heavily, growling, getting up and pinning the other wrestler to the ground. It was over, Randy won. It was over, he won. My smile grew wide as Randy celebrated by throwing his hands in the air.

            Randy did something unexpected; he picked me up from the stand and brought me to the ring, holding my hand and his in the air. It felt weird and yet right. It felt right, my smile grew wider once Randy held his hand with mine in the air; making the crowd scream louder. His hand was sweaty against mine but I did not care, I just cared enough to run miles from my hotel room to the stadium to give him the encouragement he needed.