"Don't worry about it, tonight is just gonna be another night. Everything will be just fine.", said Randy a few hours before New Years Revolution had begun.
Both Eugene and Lita have suffered leg injuries during their matches.
Yeah, everything is just fine.
"How is she?", I asked as Trish approached me. She sighed, looking down at the Women's Championship she was holding in her hands. "We were suppose to wrestle for this at Mania."
Not knowing what to say, I shot Trish an apologetic look.
"Today just doesn't seem to be everyone's day.", she shrugged. "Let's hope no one else gets bad luck tonight."
Looking past over Trish's shoulder I noticed Randy walking towards us, a small smile appearing as he got closer.
"Hey, six time Women's Champ.", he greeted at Trish.
Trish simply smiled, "That might be but now I don't have Amy to run up to Wrestlemania with."
"She okay?"
"Leg injury. Most likely surgery, and out for several months, missing 'Mania and causing our storyline to fall through.", she explained.
"Ouch, well that sucks.", Randy replied pulling a face.
Once again, Trish just simply shrugged in reply.
"Speaking of Wrestlemania, what are you doing?", I asked.
Randy shrugged, "At the moment I have no idea, I think they're still going back and forth on ideas at the moment."
"I'm sure you'll-", Trish paused as Christian passed us, a stare down happening, Randy standing more upright as he passed us.
He didn't say a thing.
"Wow, he finally learnt to keep his mouth shut.", Randy laughed lowly.
"I'm pretty sure he won't be bothering us anymore, not after Monday.", I shrugged looking up at Randy with a smile.
"What happened Monday?", he asked.
"Oh, he was just talking his usual shit, trying to turn me against you.", I replied tapping Randy's nose lightly with my finger. "But I simply put him in his place and told him that it doesn't work anymore.", I added.
"Wow, momma bear putting that creepy little bastard in his place.", Trish laughed, hip bumping me lightly. "Anyway, I'm off to shower and stuff, catch you guys later.", she waved before heading off down the hallway, leaving me and Randy alone.
Randy looked at me, noticing my expression was one of slight panic.
"Hey everything will be fine.", he sighed, placing an arm around my shoulder as he pulled me into him.
"You can say that now, but what am I suppose to do if you come out of there injured?", I asked, my voice quiet as I averted my gaze to the floor.
"Mel, listen to me. You know that-"
"I know, I know. You know what you're all doing, and any injuries comes with the job. You've told me this all before.", I rolled my eyes causing Randy to smile. "Still, it doesn't stop me for worrying about you in this match. You're in a steel chamber, most likely everyone will be bleeding by the end of it and who knows who'll come out injured."
"But you're my fiancé, the father of our baby, of course I'm going to worry.", I added.
Randy nodded his head in understanding, "I guess it doesn't help with pregnancy hormones and all that."
"I have been perfectly fine!", I defended.
"You woke me up last night because you was crying over Coyote Ugly.", he deadpanned.
"It's a good film and I just..", I started only for Randy to give me a pointed look, raising a brow. "I'm pregnant leave me alone!", I exclaimed, Randy breaking out into laughter.
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The main event - the Elimination Chamber match for the vacant World Heavyweight Championship - was underway.
Within the first ten minutes Benoit was already bleeding due to Triple H throwing him into the steel chains.
Randy came out third, instantly going after Triple H before RKO'ing Chris Jericho. Then he got caught in the cross-face by Benoit which literally had me holding my breath until it was broken after Triple H came into view and ended up being caught in the sharpshooter.
Heck, mostly everyone was bleeding with the exception of Randy and Edge - who had been eliminated from the match by a super kick from referee Shawn Michaels and a lionsault from Chris Jericho.
This match literally had me on the edge, internally screaming when Benoit jumped off of the pod to headbutt Triple H.
These guys are something else, I'll tell you that.
Batista came into the match, destroying everybody.
"The look on your face right now is one of pure fear of what's going to happen.", Trish said as she walked in the room, sitting beside me.
"Do you blame me?", I questioned as I let out a breath.
"Welcome to wrestling.", she laughed.
Batista had just spine-bustered Jericho onto Benoit, eliminating Benoit in the process. Then picked Jericho up for the Batista-bomb, eliminating him too.
Which leaves himself, Randy, and Triple H.
The double teaming started, Randy bleeding from the forehead as they threw him back into the ring before they continued the beatdown.
This was the part I dreaded.
I mean, it's rare you ever have to see your fiancé and future father of your baby get destroyed in a steel chamber structure but when it comes to WWE, ha..things like this are normal.
Welcome to the life of being a wrestlers fiancée, Melody.
Randy finally started fighting back, going back and forth between Batista and Triple H. Low blowing Batista before giving him and RKO, pinning him to seal the elimination.
"This is getting intense.", Trish commented as Orton and Triple H traded blows before going onto the steel, Randy throwing Triple H into the steel three times before he fell back into the ring as Randy signalled for the RKO.
Gosh, he may be sweaty and somewhat bloody but damn, Randy looks really good right now- I mean, what?
The sound of the bell being rung signalled the end of the match, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Wait, what?"
"Godammit, Triple H.", Trish huffed leaning back into her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. "Damn good match though.", she grinned.
"What happened?", I asked.
Trish looked at me with a confused expression, "Wasn't you watching?", She asked in reply.
"I urm..I like phased out for a moment and..y'know."
Yeah, right..phased out. That's what we'll call it from now on.
"Well Batista tried to get back in the ring, distracting HBK as Ric came into the ring and tried to interfere but then HBK saw him and tried to get him out. As that was happening Batista destroyed Randy with a clothesline, order was restored, Triple H pedigreed Orton and got the pin.", Trish explained.
Well, damn.
-
"Hey.", I spoke in somewhat an awkward tone as I leaned against the doorway of the trainers room.
"Hey back.", Randy smiled as he finished getting patched up before the doctor walked away, dismissing him. Standing up he walked towards me, taking my hand in his before we headed down the corridor.
"You did so good tonight, although you had me practically dying throughout the whole time you were in there."
"Thanks.", he laughed. "Sorry for putting you through that though. I mean I wish I could tell you not to worry about it but you-"
"I always will.", I sighed, finishing his sentence.
"But hey, look at me-", he stopped walking, gesturing to himself. "I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"
I reached up, touching the patch on his forehead, covering up where he was busted open in the match, "Yeah, just that and maybe some bruises here and there.", I smiled.
"If it makes you feel any better, Hunter looks horrible right now.", Randy smirked.
"Guess I really did get the better end of the deal then.", I replied causing Randy to laugh.
"Yeah, but I mean..I'm still kinda achy in some places.", Randy started causing me to roll my eyes playfully, I knew where this was going.
"Randal-"
"Maybe you could help me shower?", he suggested, smirking.
This guy had just been through a hellacious match and now he was asking this.
"You really are something else.", I laughed as I walked away, leaving him standing in the corridor.
"What? Sex is good for the baby!"
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Typical Randal humour, heh.
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