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The Story – Part II
Later in the evening, Randy and Lillian sit together at a small private bar with little or no other patrons inside to bother them. Randy touches Lillian’s face gently as he notices a mark on her cheek. “How did this happen?” “It’s nothing to worry about, just a little run in with Shane. But it’s over now.” Randy grows angry. “You call that mark on your cheek a ‘little’ run-in? I run into people all the time. They don’t end up walking away with a mark like yours on their face. Especially not a woman.” Lillian grows even more irritated as she would rather just forget about the whole incident. “Trish needed my help. I really don’t think he is going to be bothering either one of us again.” Randy rolls his eyes. “What makes you so sure? We are talking about the king of assholes here.” Lillian responds, “I actually think he’s worried about his match against you. He knows his backs to a corner.” Randy smiles a little at this. “Well he should be worried. He’s going to get everything that’s coming to him.” Lillian grabs Randy’s chin gently forcing him to look into her eyes. “Promise me once this match is all over, you’ll stay away from Shane. He’s not worth it Randy.” She then pulls him into a kiss. The two stare briefly into each other’s eyes, both thinking the same thing. Randy then motions to the bartender, “Check please.”
As the week goes on, the story between Randy Orton and Shane McMahon has been built up by the WWE writers and creative team. By the time we reach the night of the match, the anticipation by the audience is at an all time high.
Shane is backstage pacing nervously. He sees his buddy Andrew (Test) walking by and grabs him by the arm. “Hey Shan-O, what’s up?” Test asks. Shane smirks then replies, “Me and you are pretty tight, right?” Test nods, then Shane continues. “I’ve got this match tonight against Randy and I don’t trust him.” Test raises an eyebrow wandering where Shane is going with this. “Let’s just say the man is jealous and wants to make a name for himself at all the other wrestlers expense. Including yours. He somehow has my father thinking he’s the next big thing since The Rock.” Test ponders this as Shane continues. “I need you at ringside. I got a feeling Randy’s going to try some things to get himself over. If things start to get a little rough, I want you in that ring. Randy doesn’t deserve the push he’s getting. You on the other hand, well, you know I’ve been a fan of yours for a while. You get my back tonight, and I’ll make sure YOU are the main man around here, not Randy Orton.” Test smiles at the thought of Shane’s proposal. “Shane-O, I got your back man.” Shane smiles, then the two shake hands before Tests leaves.
As Randy prepares for his match in the dressing room, Lillian enters to wish him luck. “Good luck out there. Just be careful. I’m certain Shane has something planned to keep things going his way out there.” Randy smiles at Lillian. “Don’t worry hon, nothing is going to stop me from teaching that little rich kid a lesson.” Lillian’s face grows concerned as Randy finishes wrapping his hand with tape. She kisses Randy on the cheek then heads out the door.
As she turns the corner, Lillian almost runs into Shane’s pregnant wife Marissa. “Marissa, hi, I’m...” Lillian’s words get tied as she tries to cover her surprise and nervousness. Although Shane promised that Marissa and he were getting a divorce when he was sleeping with her, Lillian still hasn’t quite come to terms with the guilt she feels for having an affair with a married man. Now, coming face to face with the pregnant wife of her ex-lover, was too much for her to handle. “Lillian, hi, nice to see you. Have you seen Shane around?” Before Lillian can reply, Shane rounds the corner, surprised to see his wife Marissa standing there next to Lillian. His face immediately lights up as he wraps his arms lovingly around his wife. “Hi sweetie, how long you been here?” She replies, “I just arrived. You ready for your match tonight?” Marissa asks. “Of course.” He gives Lillian a secret little glance. “I can’t wait to get in the ring with that suck up rookie Randy Orton and embarrass him.” Lillian tries to ignore the comment. Shane then makes it a point feeling his pregnant wife’s belly. “How’s the baby doing in there?” Marissa smiles at Shane lovingly. Lillian is now on the verge of nausea after Shane’s little display of false compassion. “Well, I better head out to the ring” she says, hoping to get away from there as quickly as possible. Shane continues before Lillian walks away. “Boy, we sure are lucky. It’d really suck to find out your pregnant only to lose the child a few weeks later.” Shane smiles smugly at Lillian making sure she sees the contempt in his face. Lillian replies directly to him with cold intension in her voice. “You evil bastard.” She then turns to Marissa tempted to spill the beans about their affair, but she holds back when she sees the confused look on her face. Although she no longer has anything left but hatred toward Shane, she feels sorry for Marissa and doesn’t want to hurt her. Not like this. For all Marissa knows, Shane is a devoted husband and proud father to be. Lillian looks at Marissa, taking her hand gently and says “Good luck with your pregnancy. I hope everything goes well for you.” She then turns to leave, proud of herself for taking the high road.
After several hours of mid-card events, it’s now main even time and the crowd goes wild. Lillian announces the first contender, Shane McMahon. Shane enters the arena to a mixed reaction, but mostly boos. He struts down the ramp, Test at his side, with a smug look on his face. One the audience is used to. He rolls into the ring, does a little shadow boxing, gives Test some last minute instruction, and nods to his wife Marissa in the audience. Before announcing the next contender, Shane walks by Lillian and quickly whispers, “bring out that loser.” Lillian glares at Shane as he continues to warm up, then announces Randy Orton to the ring with the enthusiasm of an ESPN anchor. When he appears at the top of the ramp, the crowd goes crazy. In most shows, Randy will do a little strutting to the ring himself, smirking at times depending on what the story calls him to do. This time, he is all business. No posing at the top of the ramp, no eye contact with the audience, no strutting, just sheer determination and focus. As Randy jumps in the ring, Shane quickly jumps out. The crowd starts the chant of “Shane’s a pussy” from the old days. Before entering the ring with Randy, Shane warns him to not try anything cute. The ref rings the bell and slowly, Shane gets back in the ring. Immediately Randy goes after Shane, pounding him with his fists, Shane falls to the ground and covers up with his hands. The ref pulls Randy away giving Shane a chance to get to his feet.
When Randy’s back is turned, Shane shoves him hard into the turnbuckle and starts punching him as hard as possible, with little affect. He motions to Test to grab Randy’s legs. Test does so and it forces Randy to fall hard to the mat. Shane then kicks Randy in the ribs, one hard kick after another. At this point Shane has the upper hand. The ref tries to push him away, but Shane shoves him backwards. Then he pushes his foot into Randy’s throat as hard as possible leaving Randy gasping for air. At this point Shane backs away to enjoy his handy work, hamming it up for the crowd in the process. The crowd responds again with “Shane’s a pussy.” While his back is turned, Shane gets a little tap on the shoulder; Randy is back on his feet and grinning widely at The Boy Wonder. Before Shane has a chance to escape, Randy knocks him hard to the mat. He then picks him up by the collar and choke slams him almost through the floor. Randy gives Shane a second to recover. Even though he knows he could easily get the pin and end the match, he decides ending it now would be too easy on Shane. As Shane tries to crawl away on all fours, Randy grabs him again, lifting him to his feet and setting him up for a finishing maneuver.
Then suddenly, Test is on the ring apron distracting the ref. Randy immediately notices this and attempts to knock him back off. In doing so, Shane sneaks up from behind and offers Randy a low blow. The crowd now booing Shane as Randy is left immobile and in gut wrenching pain on the mat. Seizing the opportunity, Shane rolls out of the ring, Test thinking the match at this point is over, but instead, Shane grabs a chair. He immediately rolls back into the ring and begins to pound Randy mercilessly on the back and just about everywhere else on his body. Test is back in the ring, but this time to try and pull Shane out. Blood now forms on Randy’s forehead from one of the blows. As Test reaches for the chair, Shane pulls away, and hits him square on the head. The big man is out cold. Shane looks back to Randy ready to wield further abuse. Suddenly, emerging from the back is Triple H, Sgt. Slaughter, Vince McMahon and other WWE officials, as things have now gotten out of control. Shane gets in a few more shots before finally being restrained by the aforementioned men. Before leaving the ring he spits on Randy’s broken body, a wicked smile on his face.
Lillian rushes to Randy’s side, completely in tears. As Shane is escorted up the ramp, the crowd starts to applaud as Trish Stratus walks by the other way. A scowl on her face. She heads straight to the announcer’s table and grabs a mic. Shane and the rest stand and watch, as she gets in the ring ready to make an announcement. “Ladies and Gentlemen, please direct your attention to the Titan Tron, because tonight we have a very special piece of video to show you.” The crowd cheers. Trish looks toward Marissa still in the audience. “Marissa hon, I’m sorry.” As the video rolls, we see a darkened room and the sounds of two people “making love” to put it gently. Some in the crowd start to laugh as the two people in the video are obviously unaware of the camera. An infrared light gives us a clearer picture as the camera zooms in to show the faces of the two “love birds”. The look on Marissa face goes from curiosity to horror as she sees her husband Shane with his tongue down the throat of an unidentified woman. The crowd goes silent. Shane is enraged and starts to head up the ramp and after Trish. An equally enraged Vince McMahon stops him along with the help of his associates.
The smile on Trish’s face is priceless. “Shane darling, ever heard of a woman’s scorn? Well, this is it. After I discovered the kind of man you really are and the number of people you’ve screwed over, I decided to make sure the world knew that Shane McMahon is nothing but a cold hearted man horror!” Big pop from the crowd as Trish continues. “After hiring a private investigator to shoot this lovely piece of video, I also discovered some other interesting things about you. One of those being that not only did you cheat on your wife, but also you were stupid enough to get one of those young ladies pregnant. That person will remain unnamed” Lillian hardly believing all that she is hearing says to herself “thank you Trish.” While all this is happening, Randy slowly starts to come to his senses. Marissa on the other hand can take no more, she runs from the audience out of the arena in tears. Trish continues, “Shane, next time you play with fire, make sure you know who you’re playing with. Have a nice life asshole!” With that, Trish lays the microphone down and exits out of the area through the crowd. Smiling and giving high fives as she passes through the ecstatic audience.
Shane can hardly contain his anger screaming profanities toward Trish as she leaves. Vince can barely look at his disgraced son. Although no angel himself in the past, Vince has learned from his mistakes and has never taken his indiscretions as lightly as Shane so obviously has. Before the veins in his forehead erupt, Vince rears back and hits Shane square on the jaw as hard as he can, causing Shane to fall hard to the ground. He then marches up the ramp out of the arena, not even acknowledging his son as he lies on the ground holding his bloodied mouth. Triple H looks down at Shane and says “asshole”, before following Vince out of the arena and into the back. The others follow soon thereafter.
As the cheers increase the ref calls for the bell and whispers something to Lillian. Lillian grabs the mic and announces enthusiastically “By way of disqualification, you winner tonight, Randy Orton!” The roar from the crowd almost overwhelming. As Shane gathers himself, he sends one final scowl toward Randy and Lillian’s direction. The audience along the ramp throwing whatever they can get their hands on at Shane. He exits the arena to the sound of “Randy! Randy! Randy!”
Back in the ring, the ref hold Randy’s arm up in victory, as Lillian wraps her arms around the young champion, almost in tears from the glorious outcome of the night. While relishing the moment, Randy turns to Lillian and gently kisses her on the lips. It is now apparent to everyone that these two are truly a couple and love each other dearly.
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