Randy Orton: Unconditionally

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

            I felt a million times better the next morning; I did two hours’ worth of working out.  And Randy was nowhere to be seen, which was good for me. I couldn’t deal with seeing him now. Nikki had told me he got really drunk and went home with John and was sick the next day.

“He was not with any girls…just to let you know…” she said, as if I cared.

            I gruffed running faster on the treadmill, I just couldn’t take hearing about Randy. I jumped off the treadmill going over to the punching bag; punching it until it fell off the chain. I was furious, and I didn’t know why! Everybody stood as I replaced the bag back on the chain hitting it harder until it fell off again.

            “Wow she’s pissed!” Brie said.

“Well, Randy deserves it; he can be super insensitive sometimes…” AJ said.

“All he cares about are those stupid World Heavyweight belts…” AJ added.

“Well, he may not have them for long, not until the next WrestleMania” Nikki said.

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Randy’s P.O.V

            I still felt unusual from yesterday, but I was still capable of throwing some punches in the practice ring.

“Randy, watch his feet!” Triple H said, I was fighting with John. John gave me the ‘Attitude Adjustment’ and I was knocked out. I landed on my back, feeling my body cramp up. I grinded my teeth as the pain shot right through me.

            “That’s the third time!” H cried. I sighed, knowing I’m losing my edge. H sighed,

“Ok, break time!” John sat next to me.

“Is it Emily?”

I sighed, “No…”

“You’re lying…” John said.

“Let’s get back to work!”

            I got up going to the other side of the ring.

“You’re an asshole…” John said.

“What?” I scoffed.

“Nothing…Let’s rumble.” I threw a punch at John, he fell to the ground.

“You have no idea what I’m going through!”

            John got up, “What you’re going through?” he knocked me to the ground, hitting my head at first, then pinning me.

“You care nothing but yourself and those stupid belts you are so proud of!” I struggled trying to break free.

“No…” I groaned.

“You don’t even know when you got it good!”

“You sick bastard!” John shouted.

            I struggled even more to break free from John, even though he was right. “No…” I struggled more. I stopped and thought for a moment, I was a selfish person. And all I do care about is my belts.

“All you do is lead her on…”

“I’ve never touched her” I struggled to say. “Or did anything with her…because…because I love her so” John sat amazed.  

 "I wouldn't be serious about her, if I tried getting into her pants." John slowly got off me. Normally I would glot about getting it on with a girl.