Randy Orton: Unconditionally

Chapter forty-five

Chapter forty-five

            Paige’s suddenly entered. My heart pounded as I slowly got up. Randy was still on the ground, Paige stood over his head, looking at me. She flung her belts over her arms, glaring at me evilly. I got back down to Randy, as her eyes followed. I stood on my knees, the only way out of this, is as if I attack her by her knees. And that is what I did.

            Paige suddenly flung me over the ropes where Dean had me. He held my arms in the back as I tried to scramble my way out of it. Paige slowly placed her belts on the floor, kneeling down to Randy. I knew what she was going to do, and it only fueled me. She placed a kiss on his lips, automatically making Randy jump off the ground wiping his lips.

            I screamed and kicked out of Dean’s arms. Eventually I got loose, grabbing Paige by the hair and flinging her across the way. She laid on the floor, trying to recuperated. I grabbed her by the hair and shouted,

“Stay away from my man!” It was over. I looked over at Randy, who did not seem sorry about what happened. I stormed off to the back as Randy chased after me.

“Honey, honey please!” Randy cried.

            “Honey, I had no idea that was going to happen!” Randy exclaimed as the cameras followed us.

I turned fiercely looking at him with painful eyes, “Randy, this isn’t fake anymore! It’s real!”

“I see how she looks at you!”

“And I see how Dean looks at you…and you don’t think I don’t feel like smashing the bastards face in?” he said, softly and simply. I was lost for words as tears fell from my eyes. I turned and walked away.

            By Extreme Rules, I would be traded to Dean Ambrose and The Shield and Paige would be the new Viperess. The Authority will have two champions. And this time, there will be no army to help us. Triple H and Stef will not have our backs and there won’t be any fair play. I was for sure now going to lose Randy. And it hurt like nothing else.

“Emily” Randy called.

“Emily.”

“Emily.”

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“Emily…”

“Emily.” Jay called, I swiftly turned around.

“Can you please go help Leo?” He strained. I nodded hoping off the bench and into the house.

Jay turned to Randy, scoffing.

 “I thought this was suppose too be all fake, shit.”

Randy scoffed, “Yeah me too.” Taking a sip of beer.

            I heard a crash downstairs later on that night. It made me jump out of bed. I gasped; it did not wake Jay or Leo. I snuck downstairs, quietly, into the vast darkness. I saw a shadow casted against the wall in the kitchen. I saw someone stumble out of the kitchen.

Randy.

He landed on the floor, holding a beer bottle. Oh no, he had too much.

            I sighed going downstairs. I helped him up as best as I could. He kept slurring and mumbling to me and calling my name.

“Rmily.” He laughed.

“Rmily.”

“Shh, keep quiet” I said softly, taking the beer bottle out of his hand.

            I splashed some water onto his face, and made him down some coffee. He was still pretty looped.

He started to giggle, “You know Extreme Rules are coming up!”