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Pairings: OC?(I'm still out on the jury with this one.) There will also be minor pairings with Paul Levesque/Stephanie McMahon as well as others. As I said I'm not sure yet.
Summary: A woman learns to confront her past, present, and future.
This story just came to me out of the blue. I just wanted to post the prologue and see if I get any bites for more. Let me know what you think.
Prologue
"1...2...3" counted senior referee Earl Hebner.
That was it. Randy was the new World Heavyweight Champion. It was the happiest day of his life and mine too. This was what he had been working so long for.
All those training sessions and long hours in the gym had finally paid off and now he was the youngest person ever to hold the championship belt.
"C'mon lets go congratulate Randall on his title win," beckoned Ric Flair.
Up the stairs, through the curtains and down the ramp we went. Hunter, Ric, and Batista entered the ring and celebrated with Randy first. Randy then spotting me, opened the ropes, waving me into the ring, where we shared our first kiss together as champions at the top of the mountain. Randy being World Champion and I being the Women's Champion.
Summerslam came to a close as the cameras focused on Randy and I kissing up a storm, Evolution admiring us from the background.
After the cameras were off air, Chris Benoit stood up and shook Randy's hand, to which Evolution promptly responded by circling him until he retreated backstage, causing Eric Bischoff to come out and set up tomorrow's main event. A rematch for the World Heavyweight Championship, featuring the new champion Randy Orton versus Chris Benoit.
(Off-air: backstage)
Later backstage, we were waiting for Paul, Ric, and Dave to finish putting their clothes on so we could head back to the hotel suite. I leaned forward, resting my head on Randy's chest as we waited aware of his heart beating wildly below me.
"So Mr. World Champion, what are we doing tonight? Do you maybe want to go clubbing?" I asked looking up at him.
"Negative." He spoke shaking his head.
"Okay so then what do you want to do tonight?"
I watched as the ever famous Randy Orton smirk appeared on his face.
"This..." he answered before planting a ravishing kiss on my mouth.
I pressed up against him, while he ran the tips of his fingers up and down my spine, leaving me feeling all tingly in anticipation.
Just as it looked like Randy's fingers were inching his way to the corners of my shirt, did the guys alert us to their presence in the hall way.
"It's not good to deprive the brain of oxygen let alone other things you two," joked Dave.
Breaking the lip lock, I turned my head to look at Dave.
"Shut up Dave. You're just mad that you can't kiss your wife the way Randy was kissing me just a moment ago."
Dave raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Is that so, Catalina?"
Smirking I shook my head at Dave's use of my nickname. "Yes really, it is so David."
Licking my lips I looked at the love in Randy's eyes. "Now if you'll excuse, we'll be out in the car. I call shotgun, since you hogged the front seat for two days straight."
Then just like that we left, leaving Dave shaking his head and Paul and Ric, laughing at him. But hey wouldn't you laugh too, if you just got told off by someone as luscious as me?
Early Tuesday Morning...
It was 2 in the morning and everyone was asleep except for Catalina that is. It was the same every night for her. Go wrestle, come home, have a drink, go to bed, and then finally be plagued awake by the same recurring nightmare.
She knew she should have told Randy about her dream, but she wouldn't out of stubbornness. The same stubbornness of not wanting any help with facing this particular demon of hers. It's not like he wasn't in the arena every night, because he was. He was there and the same as from when she was younger, just slightly older.
All the beatings and the hateful words and the bad memories would come rushing back at her when she saw him. It seemed that whenever something was going good in her life, there he was to ruin it. The same way he ruined her preteen years and her adolescent years, he was here to ruin her adult years too.
It wasn't fair, because she never did a thing to him. All she did was want him to grow up and act like a real live father to her. But he can't even do that much.
"Babe, that you?" asked a sleep-ridden Randy.
Slowly tiptoeing to the door she opened and it and told him to go back to sleep to which he did. Sighing she closed the door and went to pour herself her customary post nightmare drink…a nice shot or two of whiskey and tequila.
"One day, one day I'll finally be rid of you. Just you wait dad. Just you wait," she silently promised herself.
Okay so I know you're wondering what I'm doing coming out with another story? I promise I will update Letting Go soon it's just I seem to be having some trouble with the creative juices for that story.
For those of you who read, Essence Of A Bella Donna, never fear you will be receiving an update on that particular story too. I just haven't had time to sit down and write out chapter fourteen yet. So be on the lookout for updates concerning both of the aforementioned.