Disclaimer: I only own Scarlett and her and Randy's children. But, no one else
A/N: Set after Survivor Series '04 where Randy became World Champion
Glass. Broken glass at that. It surrounded the trashed hotel room. Along with sheets that had been torn off of the bed, the television that was kicked over, the lamp was thrown against the wall and shattered, and he had thrown newspaper and broken so many shot glasses that it was hard to see the floor. And it was still not enough... he was still angry.
Angry? No, Hunter was beyond angry. He was livid. He couldn't believe that snot nose punk had beaten him for his precious title. The title that he held so near and dear to his heart. He fumed even more as he thought about the last few minutes leading up to his loss.
Conclusion of the match..
Hunter was back on his feet now, after being knocked down with an amature dropkick. He stared his opponent down, blantly shaking the hair from his face. He then went for the close lined, but missed, falling onto his knees.
He shook his head. Damn, this kid was fast! He couldn't believe the adrenaline. Soon realizing that he had his back to his opponent, Hunter quickly stood up and turned around, only to walk into his opponent's finishing move. He landed on his face, on the mat, hard, and then he was flipped over on his back. Much to his dismay, the ref counted the ill-fated pinfall. 1.2.3. The ring bell was next followed by Lilian Garcia's voice announcing the winner.
"Here's your winner and the new World Heavyweight Champion...Randy Orton!".
The crowd erupted into cheers and when Hunter looked up, he saw Orton, smiling, raising the title high above his head...
He had been down too long, that's why he was able to hit the 'RKO' on him. He had had his back to him longer than he was suppose to and he knew it. But it was done, there was nothing he could do now. Sure, he had his re-match and all, but that wasn't enough. He wanted to teach Randy a lesson. He picked up a brand new shot glass and threw it across the room. He wanted to teach Randy that you never turn your back on your friends.. especially if your friends are Evolution.
Randy was estatic about his win. He looked at the belt... his belt, and smiled. This was all just too surreal. He was having a blast celebrating his victory with a couple of the guys, but it was nothing like when he and Evolution use to party. The easy access to very exclusive V.I.P rooms, the endless amount of the finest and most expensive Champagne, and the women. Lots and lots of women.
That was over now though. He knew that he was taking a huge risk by choosing the title over them but, looking at the title that was sitting on his shoulder, he knew it was worth it. He still couldn't help but feel a little bit out of place being here at this party without them. He suddenly wasn't having fun anymore. He sat on a stool at the crowded bar, sat his belt in front of him so he could keep an eye on it at all times, and ordered a round of drinks. When the bartender put them in front of him, a voice next to him startled him.
"Damn! I hope those are for friends because if not, you're gonna have a major hangover in the morning".
Randy laughed, looking over at the diva standing beside him. "Well, Scarlett, I guess I'm gonna have a 'major hangover' tomorrow". He picked up one of the glasses, and saluted it to her before downing it in one gulp.
She sat on the barstool next to him and watched as he finished the other five glasses. "And I thought Hunter had a drinking problem", she laughed, "But, you my friend, put him to shame".
He smirked at her. "Speaking of Hunter, why aren't you with him and the guys?"
She bit her bottom lip, nervously, remembering how fired up and angry Hunter was earlier about losing to Randy. And knowing him, he was probably letting his anger out in an un-healthy way. She looked over at Randy, who was now giving her a concerned look, and realized that she hadn't answered his question yet. "He needed some time to himself".
He nodded his head and didn't press on on the subject. They sat there in awkward silence for a moment and then she got off of the stool and went out to the dancefloor to dance with Jeff Hardy, who had only arrived minutes earlier. Randy sighed and ordered a few more drinks for the road.
This night was suppose to be special for him. It was his night. He was suppose to celebrate and enjoy it, but instead all he wanted to do was go back to his room and get some sleep.
He got off of his stool, grabbed his belt and went to go look for Cena. He found him in a booth in a corner with Maria, Ashley, and Candice. "John. Look man, I'm gonna catch a cab and head back to my room and get some sleep".
John looked up at him. "You sure about that? I mean, you're missing out on a hell of alot of chicks".
Randy smiled and shrugged. "I'll live. I'll see you later".
He walked through the crowd of people on the dancefloor looking for Scarlett. He finally spotted her. "Scarl.." Her name hung in mid-air when he caught sight of her dancing not only with Jeff now, but with Matt too. Oh, yeah, Hunter would certainly appreciate his darling, innocent, valet dancing like a video vixen on the Hardy's.
He turned around before she could see him and left the club.
'Some congratulatory party that had turned out to be'. He thought to himself as he hailed a cab.
It was well past one in the morning when Scarlett had left the party to go check on Hunter. She wasn't sure if he was up or not. She had called his cellphone, but he didn't answer. She hesitated for a moment before lifting her hand and knocking softly on his room door.
He didn't answer it right away, but when the door finally flew open, and Hunter was standing in front of her, eyes full of anger and sadness, the sight behind him caused Scarlett to step back.
His room was destroyed. It looked like a tornado had came by, hit it, went somewhere else, came back, and hit it again. "If you want to be alone then I'm sorry". She said, apologetically.
"No, come in". He said, almost begging.
She stepped into the room, examining the mess more closely. "Oh my God.."
Hunter plopped down on the only chair that wasn't covered in trash and sighed. Putting his head in his hands.
"Hunter, what happened?" She asked.
"What the fuck does it look like happened?" He said, his voice had become sharp.
She swallowed hard. He continued. "I lost my title to Randy Orton", he said in disgust, lifting his head from his hands, "Randy fucking Orton". He then looked over at her. "And where the hell where you?"
"Y-you know that I got banned from ringside early in the match. I couldn't have done anything anyways, it would've ruined the script". She said.
"Fuck the script!", he yelled, standing up, "You know how much that title means to me".
"I know, Hunter... I know but, I think Randy has some great potential. He could be a great champion". She said, trying to convince him.
Hunter's stare was as cold as ice. He walked over to her, looming over her. He slapped her across the face before adding, coldly, "I made that asshole what he is, and I made you. Remember that".
Scarlett was too shocked to cry and too shocked to fight back. She'd never seen this side of him before, and it honestly scared her. She backed away from him and hurried out of the door. She ran all the way down the hall to her room. When she was safely inside, she laid on the bed and cried.