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You're Not Alone	By : dtilley89 Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1734 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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PROLOUGE

Another long night has ended. Randy continues his reign as the World Wrestling Champion and for now, the audience is delighted. Although life for Lillian in recent months has been nothing but good, the constant traveling and long hours of taping can wear out a gal.

As Lillian heads over to the locker room to gather her things, Randy comes up behind her and softly grabs her hand. “Hey hon, you look tired. Everything okay.” She smiles at him with bright eyes. Whenever she is near him, touching him, looking into his eyes, she has to pinch herself to make sure her life now is not a dream. She has allowed herself to love once again, and this time around she has no regrets. “Everything’s fine, I’d just rather go back to the hotel and get some sleep tonight.” Randy smiles back at her and says with a mischievously “Okay, but do you mind if I go out with the boys for a drink? We won’t be back in L.A. for another 6 months.” With any other man, Lillian may have had her reservations, but not with Randy. She knew him, and that was the key, she really “knew” him. She knew what they had to go through to get where they were. He has stood by her through good times and bad, and for what reason? Simply because he loved her. “Have fun, but not too much fun” she said to him with a wink. He opened his arms and held her tightly, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t wait up for me”, he said to her playfully, and then he was off.

As the hours ticked by, Lillian started to get just a little worried. Usually, if Randy went out with the boys after a show he would be back by midnight, or call to let her know where he was. It was already 12:30 and bad thoughts were starting to creep into her mind. She wanted to call his cell phone, but resisted the temptation. If there was one thing both she and Randy pride themselves on, it was the trust and respect for each other that they had between them. Lillian feared that calling him would only make it seem that her trust was faltering. So, she chose to wait it out for as long as she could.

Another half hour had past, and no word from Randy. It was now that some of Lillian’s old demons started to play with her mind. She cursed herself for falling prey to another man who would treat her with disrespect, another man like Shane. As soon as these thoughts crossed her mind, she cursed herself even more. How could she possibly compare Randy to Shane? Randy has shown her nothing but kindness and love, whereas Shane used her time and again with little to no remorse. Just then, she heard a knock at the door and instinctively ran over to open it. She had hoped it was Randy, but instead it was the doorman with a hand written message for her. She thanked the man and then closed the door. Staring at the piece of paper in her hand, she feared the worst. Slowly she opened it. Her eyes went wide as she covered her gaping mouth with her hand. There were no words inside, only the brightest, most beautiful diamond ring she had ever seen. Lillian tried hard to breath, but couldn’t. Then, another knock at the door. This time upon opening it, she found her man, Randy Orton, dressed in full tux, a bouquet of roses in one hand, bent down on one knee, and a shit eating grin on his face. With his free hand, he took Lillian’s hand, looked her in the eyes and said “Lillian Garcia, will you marry me?” Lillian held her tears no more and literally dove into Randy’s arms as he stood up. She planted kisses on every part of his face. He smiled and waited for her answer. Finally she replied, “Yes, yes, yes.”

The following day, Lillian shared to news to just about everyone she came in contact with. By noon, the entire WWE roster had heard of Randy and Lillian’s engagement.

Back at the WWE Headquarters in Connecticut, Shane sat behind a mahogany desk. Paperwork was scattered throughout the office. As a page from his assistant came through the phone, the office door abruptly opened. Shane looked up somewhat startled. “Damn, next time try knocking”, he stated to the woman marching toward his desk. Shane looked at her with indifference and folded his arms across his chest. The woman slammed a pile of papers on his desk. “This divorce is final. Half of everything you own, and I mean everything”, she said implying the house, the cars and all his company stock, “is mine.” Shane tried to look undisturbed and said with an evil grin, “our son will know what a gold digging bitch you truly are.” Marissa just laughed, “Oh, you think so?” Marissa then moved in closely to Shane getting inches from his face. “If you do anything to hurt MY son, then Mr. McMahon, you will pay dearly. I’m one bitch you don’t want to mess with.” With that, she turned on her heels to leave. Before closing the door behind her she offered one more parting piece of information. “By the way, the Champion, that would be Randy Orton, wanted me to let you know not to expect an invitation.” Shane laughed to himself, “invitation to what?” He said smugly. Marissa smiled back. “His wedding. Apparently he and Lillian Garcia are getting married. So long, and don’t be late signing those papers. My lawyer doesn’t like to play hard ball.” With that, she slammed the door and leaves.

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