Here are the last 42 chapters I started on the old board, which I finished late last year and I am currently working on book two, but here I will post the remainder of chapters from book one before I share with you guys, book two.
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Stepping into the white marbled floored walkway and that ever so grand staircase a little person runs towards me and wraps their arms around my legs; the vice like grip feels as though my blood is being cut off by the thighs. I look down at her little face beaming back at me as Randy drops my luggage at the bottom of the stairs.
“I missed you Bell, where’d you go?!” Alanna asks softly.
“I went on a little holiday sweetie” I smile as I kneel down to her eye level and she hugs me tightly around my shoulders. “But, I did get you something” I smile as I take out a little necklace from my pocket with little beads on it.
“Thank you” She smiles as she lets go of me and heads into the living room with it.
“You’re very welcome” I smile as I rise to my feet and head into the kitchen.
“Sam’s coming for her in an hour; Alanna wanted to stay until you got home, she was adamant. Gene’s making dinner tonight his treat,” Randy smiles.
“There’s my girl! How was Puerto Rico?” Gene beams as he walks into the room.
“Amazing, the sightseeing was outstanding and the weather was perfect. Warm temperatures all week; but, I’m glad to be home.” I smile. “Anyway, what’s this I hear of you cutting back your work or something?” I begin.
“OK, about that. I’m thinking of cutting back to one house show and just TV tapings in the future. I want to talk to Paul about it and see what he suggests.” Randy replies.
“I hope this is nothing to do with me?” I reply, as Gene makes the coffee’s, shuffling out of the room whilst we talked things over.
“No, of course not, but I want a more balanced home life than I have a present. I want to spend more time with you than I do at the moment. I am on the road more than I am home and if things between us were to progress and things in the future happen, I’d want to be here to watch them change” Randy explains.
“When you say, things in the future, are you referring to the sound of pitter-pattering little Orton feet?” I ask.
“Maybe,” He smiles softly. We [i]were [/i] both looking to the future, this is promising...
“If we were to have children, I don’t plan it to happen just yet. I have my business venture to open and my career to think of... Which reminds me, I need to call Michael sometime before Roadblock, I need to have a conference meeting with him...” I reply, going off track temporarily.
“What about Michael?” Randy asks. Now who’s asking the questions...
“I’m declining his NFL and MLB articles. I’ve decided, I need to cut down my work and not take on so much. I’m still doing my Pay per View articles, but that will be all I’ll be doing. Being on holiday made me realise, I need to put myself and my health before work, money; I make OK money on just those articles, I don’t need to do the other stuff. I can make ends meet with just that. Besides, when I open up my business, properly, I’ll be renting out. Carriageway West in St Paul was finalised on Thursday.” I smile.
“You’ve bought a property?!” Gene asks.
“Yes, the lease was finalised when I was away” I smile. “Randy bought it for me, he said, it was an early anniversary present” I smile. “I plan on a few more places, eventually.” I continue.
“What can I say, I’ll do anything for my woman” Randy winks at Gene.
“Are you going to be doing it up before you rent it out?” Gene asks.
“It doesn’t need too much, but I plan to give it a lick of paint and new carpets; but other than that, I don’t think it needs anything else” I explain. “I’m going to be painting it and carpeting it myself; saves money. My mother will show me how to re-carpet and wallpaper. I’m thinking of taking a night course in painting and decorating, so I can do this type of thing, properly” I smile.
“Wow, talk about a jack of all trades!” Gene beams. “Good for you girl, you’ll have your hands in all sorts of things, come opening day” He laughs.
“I like to be self-sufficient, so I don’t have to rely on Rob all the time and they can get on with the bigger jobs I ask of them.” I explain.
“She’s a busy little beaver, I’ll give her that” Randy smiles. “I am so proud of you baby; you’re such a hard worker and I admire you for that. If you want to do a painting and decorating course at college, I’ll pay for it” He smiles.
“Oh bless you babe, thank you so much!” I beam.
“Columbia College in St Louis might do night paint and decorating courses. It’s only half an hour from here; it’s not far. I’ll look into it when I head out the airport for you tomorrow.” Randy smiles.
“No that’s OK babe; I’ll pop in tomorrow morning and enquire myself.” I smile. “They might have a part time course a few days a week, if no night courses. So long as it’s not weekends, I need to keep my weekends free, for Pay per Views.” I explain.
“I’ll come into town with you; I could do with the ride out” Gene smiles.
“Who’s watching the workmen, because I leave for Michigan in the morning, so I won’t be here” Randy asks.
“Oh. I forgot about that!” Gene replies. “I’ll pop out on my own when you get back, I’ll watch the workmen” Gene smiles.
“I’ll drop you at the airport on my way to the College. Then I’ll pick up lunch and head back here and Gene, you can pop out and take all the time in the world, walking around. I’ll be in all day; I don’t have any plans for the day. I’m going to work on my spreadsheet for Rob and do a few bits around the house before Roadblock next weekend.” I smile.
“Are we road tripping to Roadblock?” Gene asks.
“If you want to; it might be my last one though...” I reply.
“Oh whys that?” Gene asks.
“I’m thinking or cancelling the road trip articles too; they’re not selling... People are only interested in the Pay per View’s and with this new venture, I need to be home to let the workmen in during the week.” I explain.
“Makes sense” Gene smiles.
“Sorry babe, I know you loved it when we did them, but I need to think of my business venture and my future. You can fly out to pay per views with me, if you wish” I smile.
“That could be fun too. Don’t worry about me sweetie, I understand, you have nothing to apologise for” He smiles softly, handing me my coffee.
“Oh it’s so nice to be home. But that holiday, was just what I needed” I smile as I sit at the breakfast island in the kitchen.
“I’ll take your bags up on my way for a shower,” Randy smiles, kissing me softly on the cheek before disappearing up the staircase.
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The next day I stand by the front door as I wait for Randy to appear at the top of the stairs, clutching his holdall. Today was the day we’d part ways again for a few days as he heads to Michigan for a TV taping and a house show. I hate these moments, but I am hoping he will be back home Wednesday sometime. I could get used to this; dropping Randy at the airport, it’ll be nice to see him off.
“Let me know how you get on at the College sweet” Gene smiles as I pick up my keys from the bowl by the front door. “Have a safe trip Randy, see you Wednesday, hopefully” Gene smiles as Randy throws his holdall over his shoulder and I open the door, stepping aside to let him out.
“See you Wednesday, Gene” Randy shouts back. “Look after my girl, or we’ll be having words when I get back” Randy smiles and Gene laughs.
“I am standing right here.” I laugh. “See you later babe, workmen will be here at nine.” I smile as I leave the house, closing the door behind me.
“We should pick up and drop each other more often; it’s nice to have you to myself for half an hour” Randy smiles.
“I’m more than happy to pick you up and drop you off” I smile. “What time’s your flight?” I ask.
“Nine forty-five; plan departs at ten” Randy explains as we reverse out of the garage and drive out of the gates and on towards Lambert-St Louis International.
“I’ll text or call you when I land.” Randy explains. “I should be in Minnesota by twelve o’clock.” He smiles.
“It’s a wonder they don’t do non-stop flights to every state, layovers are annoying; I could be doing something better with my time than sitting in an airport terminal waiting for my connecting flight; I had to do it to Puerto Rico” I explain.
“I don’t mind them too much, it gives me time to stretch my legs and get some food” He replies.
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Dropping Randy at the airport, I make my way to Columbia College in St Louis to enquire about possible paint and decorating courses.
The College campus is huge and I feel like I’m back in College, studying for my Journalism degree; that whole course from leaving school to finishing up in University, took me a total of five years to complete, but it’s the best thing I ever did.
The car-park is huge; I can tell this place is going to be even bigger than it looks. The reception area is small, but the office behind the glass is huge, I can see at least four people, sitting at their desks, working away like beavers. Ringing the bell on the wall a tall stocky looking fellow walks towards the glass and smiles back at me as I lean onto the countertop.
“Can I help you?” He asks looking at me all bright and cheery. He seems nice.
“Yes, it’s just an enquiry really... I was wondering if you had full or part time courses here for Paint and Decorating. I’m looking for week day courses only as I have other commitments at weekends. I need something, if you do them, for Tuesday to Thursday really; I’m away or busy a lot at weekends and need days either side of the weekend for making my way to and from places.” I smile.
“We only do Monday – Friday courses or weekends here; there’s no Tuesday – Thursdays going here at the moment. How often are you away at weekends?” He asks.
“At the moment, just once a month; but that will be changing to twice a month, come the summer” I explain.
“We have a five week course, Monday – Friday here with still a few places available for April, if that’s any good?” He smiles. “I’ll give you the course leaflet and a contact number and you can go away and think about it and either pop back in, or give us a call and we’ll go from there” He smiles.
“The five week course, how much would it cost, if I were to pay upfront when I call?” I ask.
“You’re looking at let me have a look...” He replies, looking it up on the computer, “Around $2260, give or take,” He explains. “It’s a tad steep, but this course is very intensive and will give you everything you need to know” He smiles.
“Give me a little time to think about it and I’ll be in touch” I smile, taking the leaflet. “Thank you” I smile.
“You’re welcome, have a good day!” He smiles.
I sit in the car, contemplating the course, the price and the timeframe the course will take. Five weeks in April could be doable. A flight to Texas will have me back in time to start the course, it says, on Monday, 11th April.
Payback isn’t until May 1st, so I’ll have two weeks of College before I have to fly out to Illinois, Saturday afternoon and back to St Louis for College Monday morning. That’s going to wreck my sleep pattern; unless I fly back after Payback, to be home and in bed by 2am, to be up and in College by 11am Monday morning.
The course duration is 11am – 6pm, with one hour for lunch from 1pm – 2pm and another break from 4:30pm – 5pm. Man, all these break times and such will confuse me to begin with. It’s going to be like being back at school. They weren’t such good times; I preferred the years of College and University than school.
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Back at home, I load the dishwasher, load up the washing machine and head into my office upstairs. I’ll be moving locations when the orangery is done; so my desk and all my belongings I need for AED will have to relocate with me, downstairs. I can’t wait to move locations; being able to look out into the garden will be so amazing; watching the birds come and go as I work will be so relaxing. Which reminds me; I must get a bird feeder and bath for the garden, ready for when winter comes back around.
As I get ready to work, I hear a crash from downstairs and profanity fly through the house; thank goodness Alanna isn’t here! I rush back down the stairs, to find Rob cradling his hand; blood on the floor.
“What happened?” I ask, confused.
“Sorry Bell, I didn’t mean to swear, I cut my hand on the edge of the jigsaw.” He winces.
“That’s going to take more than a plaster; you need to stem the bleeding and bandage it up. Here, let me get my first aid kit; we have one in the kitchen” I smile as I run to the draw and pull out my first aid box. “Paper towel, use that to apply pressure and hold your hand upwards, not downwards, or the blood won’t stop pumping.” I explain. “I took a first aid course in College when I was studying for my journalism degree” I smile.
“Bell, is there anything you don’t know about?” Rob smiles as bandage up his wound and give him some asprin.
“I thought first aid would come in useful in life; now I am glad I did” I laugh.
“Yeah, we’re both a pair of clumsy klutzes.” Stu replies.
“Oh great, two men who don’t watch what they’re doing... nice” I reply sarcastically.
“Your average everyday man then...” Rob laughs.
“Mind you, Gene and Randy can’t wrap up furniture for nothing. I found the furniture from in here, in the garage, wrapped in bed sheets; who does that?!” I ask.
“Me” Rob laughs.
“That figures” I laugh.
“Thanks for your help Bell,” Rob smiles
“That’s OK, Mr Bump” I reply. As I go back to my office and back to work, I hear Rob laughing. That’s tick. d him right up!
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That night, I sit down with Gene to watch Monday Night RAW, with our dinner on lap trays. Tonight’s dinner was homemade Chicken and Mushroom Pie with chips and peas. I’m getting used to this homemade food making malarkey; it’s not that bad, Gene likes it and there’s no harm in making things from scratch; I’m definitely becoming domesticated.
When the motherhood years come, I’ll be well adjusted and well practiced; I just hope my kids will like it as much as Gene does. Tomorrow, I am going to have a go at making some delicious cakes, cookies, brownies and cakes. I want to get some more baking practice in while I have the time and I’m home; Gene can be my Guinea Pig.
I don’t mind cooking so much now, in fact, I’m starting to enjoy it, really enjoy it. If I like it now, goodness knows what I’ll be like in a few years; I’ll be baking every weekend! I’ll have to devote weekend to cooking with Randy and the kids and having ‘Uncle Gene’, taste testing them; he’ll be as big as a house by the time they’re finished with him!
I never really baked with my parents as a kid, but I wasn’t much of a cook or a baker back then; the thought of standing over a stove seemed boring. But now, being all grown up; almost, I feel different about it and I want my kids to be involved in cooking and baking with me. I want to start them early, like my parents should have done with me. I want them to have what I never had and I want to teach them that cooking and baking, can be and is, fun!
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In Minneapolis, Minnesota,
“If you work with me, now up until Wrestlemania, I’ll have a word with Steph and Shane and we’ll see what arrangement we can all come up with for you come the brand extension in July.” Paul explains.
“OK I can do that, thanks Paul!” I smile as I go to my changing room, ready to compete later in the night.
“Don’t mention it, Randy” Paul shouts back as he saunters off in his suit towards the executive office of the WWE; home to Mr McMahon.
“Randy, just the person I wanted” Rene smiles. “I’ve had a word with some people in the back office and they’re going to look into her resume and her past works and they’ll get back to me,” Rene smiles. “They should have an answer for me come the end of March, just before Wrestlemania” She continues.
“Oh Rene, you’re a star, Bell will be so pleased if they give the green light” I smile.
“I’d love to work alongside her; it’ll be great for her to boost her resume and get some other kinds of work under her belt. Which reminds me, how’s her new business going, is it ready yet?” Rene asks.
“Official opening is August 1st, I believe. You’d have to have to ask Bell about the details of everything; I have no idea about that aspect of things... Look, I best get on, I have a match tonight to prepare for” I smile.
“No worries Randy; I’ll see you later” She smiles and we part ways.
I stand on the walkway, with my music behind me, as the crowd holler and cheer and a camera man stands before me. My adrenaline is pumping as I think about all the fans all around the world watch as I, as bold as brass, strut towards the ring all confident and menacing like the madman I once was; my facial expression is of assurance and no cares, whereas, deep down, I am a little unsure of what’s to come.
Bray Wyatt stares across the ring at me as Luke Harper, Eric Rowan and Braun Stroman look back at me, like they’re about the rip me apart, limb from limb. I look back at them as if to say, I’m not scared of any of you. The bell rings and we’re off. I don’t remember much after the first few knocks and blows, but I come to, on my back as the world around me spins. My body feels heavy and lifeless as I begin to sit up.
The crowd is booing and jeering as I try to comprehend what just happened. One minute I was up and on my feet, and the next thing I know, I’m staring up at the rigging, with a referee looking down at me, repeating my name as my eyes open and my body relaxes. I think I was KO’d for a few seconds; I really don’t remember hitting the floor, but I must have done. God, my heads pounding...
I sit here, wide-eyed and open mouthed as I watch Randy’s lifeless body hit the mat. I’m in shock. One bear hug like squeeze around his torso from Stroman and he’s out for the count. I watch on with fear in my eyes as his lifeless body lies there, motionless for what feels like an eternity, when he suddenly moves and comes to an upright position on the mat.
My heart was in my mouth as he hit the floor with a thud. My whole being feels sadness and fear as I just witness, on live TV, him being rendered unconscious for at least sixty seconds, god that was scary; I’d hate to feel or experience anything like that. I hate when he gets into those types of matches, but I know that’s his job and it’s what he’s paid to do.
“That was one heck of a thud as he hit the mat” Gene replies as they replay the moment. His body becomes lifeless and like a rag doll, he’s tossed to one side and hits the floor with a boom, his head snapping back as it bounces off the mat.
It repeats twice and each time, I feel myself becoming nauseated. The slow motion doesn’t help me as I watch, with a wince as his body bounces before coming to rest by the edge of the ring, by the apron. “Do they have to keep showing that, it’s making me feel uncomfortable” I reply as I leave the room to compose myself.
“It’s gone off now” Gene shouts as I stand in the kitchen, thinking about Randy and if he was OK. I haven’t seen him get pulverised like that in a long time, not much can knock him out, but it seems Braun can. That was horrible to watch, I hate it when they get knocked out, I know it can be dangerous.
I don’t think I have ever seen RKO TKO’d yet, but it’s bound to happen, if it hasn’t already that I know, or in some cases, do not know of. To be honest, I’d rather not know. For me, the not knowing is better than knowing; I’d only worry. Now I just have to wait and see if I hear from him, he’ll know I’ve watched it, I watch both shows, every week. I don’t get to watch them live I still record them and catch up.
I walk back into the living room as the show ends and I can drink my water without fear or spilling it, dropping it or knocking it over. It’s coming up to five past ten in the evening and I am just about ready for my bed, but I know I won’t sleep unless I hear from him or have an update from someone. I have never been able to sleep with a mind full of worry and the unknown.
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In Minnesota,
I’m taken to the medical treatment room so that the doctors can run tests on me and check me over but all I can think of is what Bell must be thinking watching me get knocked out like that; she’ll be so worried, I have to call or text her soon. I sit perched on the end of the bed type contraption and I feel a sudden twinge of pain in my shoulder... No, it can’t tear on me, not again...
“Shoulder seems a little bruised... Any pain” He asks and I nod as feel a sense of fear wash over me. Have I torn my rotator cuff, again? I can’t have another several weeks off; I have Roadblock and Wrestlemania to prepare for... I’m facing Triple H in the main event; I can’t be sidelined, not again.
“Let’s send you down for an X-ray, just to be on the safe side, but I think it’s just muscle spasms and bruising, you should be OK in a week or two, but you’ll struggle to wrestle with it in the next few days, so there’s no SmackDown for you tomorrow night” He explains.
“I can deal with that, it’s the shoulder pain I’m worried about” I reply getting angry.
“I know, so let’s get you checked off at the hospital” He smiles.
I stand topless behind this x-ray machine as they x-ray my shoulder and the area I had my surgery just seven months ago. I’m worried at this stage, will it be lights out for me at Wrestlemania or hallelujah, I can compete... I hate the not knowing....
“Mr Orton, the shoulder is fine, there’s no substantial trauma or damage to your rotator cuff or shoulder joint, that’s still all in place. Your muscles, under x-ray seem inflamed, but that should go down in a week or so” The radiologist explains as I pop my top back on; with great pain each time I raise my arm above my head. “Anti-inflammatory and pain relief should do the trick” He smiles and sends me on my way.
I walk outside the hospital and into the car park and the first thing I have to do, is call Bell and reassure her and let her know, I’ll be home a day early.
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[b]In Missouri
I lie in bed, as thoughts of the worst scenario whiz through my head. His neck snapping back has me wincing every time I close my eyes and see it. His whole lifeless body being tossed across the ring makes my heart sink every time I think about it and what he must be thinking and feeling. Staring up at the ceiling as tears fill my eyes, my mobile phone rings... [b] [b]Randy Calling... [/b] flashes up on my screen and I answer it as quick as I can.
“I am OK baby, just a little battered and bruised, but I have no major injuries, just a little bit or shoulder pain, whiplash and a tremendous headache, but I’m OK. I’m being sent home to rest for the week; no SmackDown for me after all, so I’ll be home in a few hours. Don’t wait up for me, go to sleep babe, I’ll be home when you wake up” He reassures me.
“Oh babe, I am so glad to hear from you, I was so worried” I reply.
“I know baby. I would have called you sooner, but they sent me to the hospital to be checked over as I was complaining of shoulder pain, but it’s all OK. Just muscular spasms and bruising, it’ll go down in a few days” He explains and my body relaxes, knowing he’s OK.
“I can’t wait to have you back home baby, I miss you” I reply as I feel a tear catch in my throat.
“Baby, please don’t cry, I’m OK” He replies softly. “I know you’re getting upset now, so I’ll let you go to sleep and we’ll talk in the morning. I’m OK baby, I promise. I love you so much” He continues.
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I wake the next morning in a huge bed, all by myself, not even a sign was showing Randy had made it home when I hear the bedroom door open and Randy’s head peers around the door, clutching a cup of coffee in my favourite mug.
“Morning baby” He whispers as he closes the door behind him.
I wait for him to put my cup down before I jump into his arms on the bed and he laughs softly as I bury my head into his chest. “I was worried you hadn’t made it home” I whisper as I feel him kiss the top of my head softly.
“I would never miss a morning with you, if I could help it” He whispers. “I have the rest of the week off, what do you say me, you and Gene head out for lunch this afternoon” He smiles. “My treat” He smiles.
“We’d love to” I smile.
“I have one favour to ask before that though” Randy asks.
“Anything babe, you name it” I smiles as I waits for him to answer.
“Can we get a weekend away together after Roadblock? I’d like to spend some alone time with you” Randy smiles. “Gene’s away for a week after Roadblock, sorting stuff out at his house in Illinois” He smiles.
“That sounds amazing that would be so lovely if you can find somewhere” I smile.
“Awesome, I think I know just the place,” He smiles kissing me softly on the lips before he leaves the room and leaving me to get changed. [/b][/b]
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Chapter 43
The house greets me as we roll up the driveway, through the iron gates and into the sensor driven garage. As we pull into the garage, I’m abruptly disturbed by the mountain of furniture that sits before me. Chairs are stacked on tables, tables are wrapped in what looked like bed sheets; are those from one of the bedrooms, I wondered. I daren’t question they’re use of a good bedspread; I just wanted to get indoors and see how that orangery was going.Stepping into the white marbled floored walkway and that ever so grand staircase a little person runs towards me and wraps their arms around my legs; the vice like grip feels as though my blood is being cut off by the thighs. I look down at her little face beaming back at me as Randy drops my luggage at the bottom of the stairs.
“I missed you Bell, where’d you go?!” Alanna asks softly.
“I went on a little holiday sweetie” I smile as I kneel down to her eye level and she hugs me tightly around my shoulders. “But, I did get you something” I smile as I take out a little necklace from my pocket with little beads on it.
“Thank you” She smiles as she lets go of me and heads into the living room with it.
“You’re very welcome” I smile as I rise to my feet and head into the kitchen.
“Sam’s coming for her in an hour; Alanna wanted to stay until you got home, she was adamant. Gene’s making dinner tonight his treat,” Randy smiles.
“There’s my girl! How was Puerto Rico?” Gene beams as he walks into the room.
“Amazing, the sightseeing was outstanding and the weather was perfect. Warm temperatures all week; but, I’m glad to be home.” I smile. “Anyway, what’s this I hear of you cutting back your work or something?” I begin.
“OK, about that. I’m thinking of cutting back to one house show and just TV tapings in the future. I want to talk to Paul about it and see what he suggests.” Randy replies.
“I hope this is nothing to do with me?” I reply, as Gene makes the coffee’s, shuffling out of the room whilst we talked things over.
“No, of course not, but I want a more balanced home life than I have a present. I want to spend more time with you than I do at the moment. I am on the road more than I am home and if things between us were to progress and things in the future happen, I’d want to be here to watch them change” Randy explains.
“When you say, things in the future, are you referring to the sound of pitter-pattering little Orton feet?” I ask.
“Maybe,” He smiles softly. We [i]were [/i] both looking to the future, this is promising...
“If we were to have children, I don’t plan it to happen just yet. I have my business venture to open and my career to think of... Which reminds me, I need to call Michael sometime before Roadblock, I need to have a conference meeting with him...” I reply, going off track temporarily.
“What about Michael?” Randy asks. Now who’s asking the questions...
“I’m declining his NFL and MLB articles. I’ve decided, I need to cut down my work and not take on so much. I’m still doing my Pay per View articles, but that will be all I’ll be doing. Being on holiday made me realise, I need to put myself and my health before work, money; I make OK money on just those articles, I don’t need to do the other stuff. I can make ends meet with just that. Besides, when I open up my business, properly, I’ll be renting out. Carriageway West in St Paul was finalised on Thursday.” I smile.
“You’ve bought a property?!” Gene asks.
“Yes, the lease was finalised when I was away” I smile. “Randy bought it for me, he said, it was an early anniversary present” I smile. “I plan on a few more places, eventually.” I continue.
“What can I say, I’ll do anything for my woman” Randy winks at Gene.
“Are you going to be doing it up before you rent it out?” Gene asks.
“It doesn’t need too much, but I plan to give it a lick of paint and new carpets; but other than that, I don’t think it needs anything else” I explain. “I’m going to be painting it and carpeting it myself; saves money. My mother will show me how to re-carpet and wallpaper. I’m thinking of taking a night course in painting and decorating, so I can do this type of thing, properly” I smile.
“Wow, talk about a jack of all trades!” Gene beams. “Good for you girl, you’ll have your hands in all sorts of things, come opening day” He laughs.
“I like to be self-sufficient, so I don’t have to rely on Rob all the time and they can get on with the bigger jobs I ask of them.” I explain.
“She’s a busy little beaver, I’ll give her that” Randy smiles. “I am so proud of you baby; you’re such a hard worker and I admire you for that. If you want to do a painting and decorating course at college, I’ll pay for it” He smiles.
“Oh bless you babe, thank you so much!” I beam.
“Columbia College in St Louis might do night paint and decorating courses. It’s only half an hour from here; it’s not far. I’ll look into it when I head out the airport for you tomorrow.” Randy smiles.
“No that’s OK babe; I’ll pop in tomorrow morning and enquire myself.” I smile. “They might have a part time course a few days a week, if no night courses. So long as it’s not weekends, I need to keep my weekends free, for Pay per Views.” I explain.
“I’ll come into town with you; I could do with the ride out” Gene smiles.
“Who’s watching the workmen, because I leave for Michigan in the morning, so I won’t be here” Randy asks.
“Oh. I forgot about that!” Gene replies. “I’ll pop out on my own when you get back, I’ll watch the workmen” Gene smiles.
“I’ll drop you at the airport on my way to the College. Then I’ll pick up lunch and head back here and Gene, you can pop out and take all the time in the world, walking around. I’ll be in all day; I don’t have any plans for the day. I’m going to work on my spreadsheet for Rob and do a few bits around the house before Roadblock next weekend.” I smile.
“Are we road tripping to Roadblock?” Gene asks.
“If you want to; it might be my last one though...” I reply.
“Oh whys that?” Gene asks.
“I’m thinking or cancelling the road trip articles too; they’re not selling... People are only interested in the Pay per View’s and with this new venture, I need to be home to let the workmen in during the week.” I explain.
“Makes sense” Gene smiles.
“Sorry babe, I know you loved it when we did them, but I need to think of my business venture and my future. You can fly out to pay per views with me, if you wish” I smile.
“That could be fun too. Don’t worry about me sweetie, I understand, you have nothing to apologise for” He smiles softly, handing me my coffee.
“Oh it’s so nice to be home. But that holiday, was just what I needed” I smile as I sit at the breakfast island in the kitchen.
“I’ll take your bags up on my way for a shower,” Randy smiles, kissing me softly on the cheek before disappearing up the staircase.
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The next day I stand by the front door as I wait for Randy to appear at the top of the stairs, clutching his holdall. Today was the day we’d part ways again for a few days as he heads to Michigan for a TV taping and a house show. I hate these moments, but I am hoping he will be back home Wednesday sometime. I could get used to this; dropping Randy at the airport, it’ll be nice to see him off.
“Let me know how you get on at the College sweet” Gene smiles as I pick up my keys from the bowl by the front door. “Have a safe trip Randy, see you Wednesday, hopefully” Gene smiles as Randy throws his holdall over his shoulder and I open the door, stepping aside to let him out.
“See you Wednesday, Gene” Randy shouts back. “Look after my girl, or we’ll be having words when I get back” Randy smiles and Gene laughs.
“I am standing right here.” I laugh. “See you later babe, workmen will be here at nine.” I smile as I leave the house, closing the door behind me.
“We should pick up and drop each other more often; it’s nice to have you to myself for half an hour” Randy smiles.
“I’m more than happy to pick you up and drop you off” I smile. “What time’s your flight?” I ask.
“Nine forty-five; plan departs at ten” Randy explains as we reverse out of the garage and drive out of the gates and on towards Lambert-St Louis International.
“I’ll text or call you when I land.” Randy explains. “I should be in Minnesota by twelve o’clock.” He smiles.
“It’s a wonder they don’t do non-stop flights to every state, layovers are annoying; I could be doing something better with my time than sitting in an airport terminal waiting for my connecting flight; I had to do it to Puerto Rico” I explain.
“I don’t mind them too much, it gives me time to stretch my legs and get some food” He replies.
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Dropping Randy at the airport, I make my way to Columbia College in St Louis to enquire about possible paint and decorating courses.
The College campus is huge and I feel like I’m back in College, studying for my Journalism degree; that whole course from leaving school to finishing up in University, took me a total of five years to complete, but it’s the best thing I ever did.
The car-park is huge; I can tell this place is going to be even bigger than it looks. The reception area is small, but the office behind the glass is huge, I can see at least four people, sitting at their desks, working away like beavers. Ringing the bell on the wall a tall stocky looking fellow walks towards the glass and smiles back at me as I lean onto the countertop.
“Can I help you?” He asks looking at me all bright and cheery. He seems nice.
“Yes, it’s just an enquiry really... I was wondering if you had full or part time courses here for Paint and Decorating. I’m looking for week day courses only as I have other commitments at weekends. I need something, if you do them, for Tuesday to Thursday really; I’m away or busy a lot at weekends and need days either side of the weekend for making my way to and from places.” I smile.
“We only do Monday – Friday courses or weekends here; there’s no Tuesday – Thursdays going here at the moment. How often are you away at weekends?” He asks.
“At the moment, just once a month; but that will be changing to twice a month, come the summer” I explain.
“We have a five week course, Monday – Friday here with still a few places available for April, if that’s any good?” He smiles. “I’ll give you the course leaflet and a contact number and you can go away and think about it and either pop back in, or give us a call and we’ll go from there” He smiles.
“The five week course, how much would it cost, if I were to pay upfront when I call?” I ask.
“You’re looking at let me have a look...” He replies, looking it up on the computer, “Around $2260, give or take,” He explains. “It’s a tad steep, but this course is very intensive and will give you everything you need to know” He smiles.
“Give me a little time to think about it and I’ll be in touch” I smile, taking the leaflet. “Thank you” I smile.
“You’re welcome, have a good day!” He smiles.
I sit in the car, contemplating the course, the price and the timeframe the course will take. Five weeks in April could be doable. A flight to Texas will have me back in time to start the course, it says, on Monday, 11th April.
Payback isn’t until May 1st, so I’ll have two weeks of College before I have to fly out to Illinois, Saturday afternoon and back to St Louis for College Monday morning. That’s going to wreck my sleep pattern; unless I fly back after Payback, to be home and in bed by 2am, to be up and in College by 11am Monday morning.
The course duration is 11am – 6pm, with one hour for lunch from 1pm – 2pm and another break from 4:30pm – 5pm. Man, all these break times and such will confuse me to begin with. It’s going to be like being back at school. They weren’t such good times; I preferred the years of College and University than school.
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Back at home, I load the dishwasher, load up the washing machine and head into my office upstairs. I’ll be moving locations when the orangery is done; so my desk and all my belongings I need for AED will have to relocate with me, downstairs. I can’t wait to move locations; being able to look out into the garden will be so amazing; watching the birds come and go as I work will be so relaxing. Which reminds me; I must get a bird feeder and bath for the garden, ready for when winter comes back around.
As I get ready to work, I hear a crash from downstairs and profanity fly through the house; thank goodness Alanna isn’t here! I rush back down the stairs, to find Rob cradling his hand; blood on the floor.
“What happened?” I ask, confused.
“Sorry Bell, I didn’t mean to swear, I cut my hand on the edge of the jigsaw.” He winces.
“That’s going to take more than a plaster; you need to stem the bleeding and bandage it up. Here, let me get my first aid kit; we have one in the kitchen” I smile as I run to the draw and pull out my first aid box. “Paper towel, use that to apply pressure and hold your hand upwards, not downwards, or the blood won’t stop pumping.” I explain. “I took a first aid course in College when I was studying for my journalism degree” I smile.
“Bell, is there anything you don’t know about?” Rob smiles as bandage up his wound and give him some asprin.
“I thought first aid would come in useful in life; now I am glad I did” I laugh.
“Yeah, we’re both a pair of clumsy klutzes.” Stu replies.
“Oh great, two men who don’t watch what they’re doing... nice” I reply sarcastically.
“Your average everyday man then...” Rob laughs.
“Mind you, Gene and Randy can’t wrap up furniture for nothing. I found the furniture from in here, in the garage, wrapped in bed sheets; who does that?!” I ask.
“Me” Rob laughs.
“That figures” I laugh.
“Thanks for your help Bell,” Rob smiles
“That’s OK, Mr Bump” I reply. As I go back to my office and back to work, I hear Rob laughing. That’s tick. d him right up!
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That night, I sit down with Gene to watch Monday Night RAW, with our dinner on lap trays. Tonight’s dinner was homemade Chicken and Mushroom Pie with chips and peas. I’m getting used to this homemade food making malarkey; it’s not that bad, Gene likes it and there’s no harm in making things from scratch; I’m definitely becoming domesticated.
When the motherhood years come, I’ll be well adjusted and well practiced; I just hope my kids will like it as much as Gene does. Tomorrow, I am going to have a go at making some delicious cakes, cookies, brownies and cakes. I want to get some more baking practice in while I have the time and I’m home; Gene can be my Guinea Pig.
I don’t mind cooking so much now, in fact, I’m starting to enjoy it, really enjoy it. If I like it now, goodness knows what I’ll be like in a few years; I’ll be baking every weekend! I’ll have to devote weekend to cooking with Randy and the kids and having ‘Uncle Gene’, taste testing them; he’ll be as big as a house by the time they’re finished with him!
I never really baked with my parents as a kid, but I wasn’t much of a cook or a baker back then; the thought of standing over a stove seemed boring. But now, being all grown up; almost, I feel different about it and I want my kids to be involved in cooking and baking with me. I want to start them early, like my parents should have done with me. I want them to have what I never had and I want to teach them that cooking and baking, can be and is, fun!
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In Minneapolis, Minnesota,
“If you work with me, now up until Wrestlemania, I’ll have a word with Steph and Shane and we’ll see what arrangement we can all come up with for you come the brand extension in July.” Paul explains.
“OK I can do that, thanks Paul!” I smile as I go to my changing room, ready to compete later in the night.
“Don’t mention it, Randy” Paul shouts back as he saunters off in his suit towards the executive office of the WWE; home to Mr McMahon.
“Randy, just the person I wanted” Rene smiles. “I’ve had a word with some people in the back office and they’re going to look into her resume and her past works and they’ll get back to me,” Rene smiles. “They should have an answer for me come the end of March, just before Wrestlemania” She continues.
“Oh Rene, you’re a star, Bell will be so pleased if they give the green light” I smile.
“I’d love to work alongside her; it’ll be great for her to boost her resume and get some other kinds of work under her belt. Which reminds me, how’s her new business going, is it ready yet?” Rene asks.
“Official opening is August 1st, I believe. You’d have to have to ask Bell about the details of everything; I have no idea about that aspect of things... Look, I best get on, I have a match tonight to prepare for” I smile.
“No worries Randy; I’ll see you later” She smiles and we part ways.
I stand on the walkway, with my music behind me, as the crowd holler and cheer and a camera man stands before me. My adrenaline is pumping as I think about all the fans all around the world watch as I, as bold as brass, strut towards the ring all confident and menacing like the madman I once was; my facial expression is of assurance and no cares, whereas, deep down, I am a little unsure of what’s to come.
Bray Wyatt stares across the ring at me as Luke Harper, Eric Rowan and Braun Stroman look back at me, like they’re about the rip me apart, limb from limb. I look back at them as if to say, I’m not scared of any of you. The bell rings and we’re off. I don’t remember much after the first few knocks and blows, but I come to, on my back as the world around me spins. My body feels heavy and lifeless as I begin to sit up.
The crowd is booing and jeering as I try to comprehend what just happened. One minute I was up and on my feet, and the next thing I know, I’m staring up at the rigging, with a referee looking down at me, repeating my name as my eyes open and my body relaxes. I think I was KO’d for a few seconds; I really don’t remember hitting the floor, but I must have done. God, my heads pounding...
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Back in Missouri,I sit here, wide-eyed and open mouthed as I watch Randy’s lifeless body hit the mat. I’m in shock. One bear hug like squeeze around his torso from Stroman and he’s out for the count. I watch on with fear in my eyes as his lifeless body lies there, motionless for what feels like an eternity, when he suddenly moves and comes to an upright position on the mat.
My heart was in my mouth as he hit the floor with a thud. My whole being feels sadness and fear as I just witness, on live TV, him being rendered unconscious for at least sixty seconds, god that was scary; I’d hate to feel or experience anything like that. I hate when he gets into those types of matches, but I know that’s his job and it’s what he’s paid to do.
“That was one heck of a thud as he hit the mat” Gene replies as they replay the moment. His body becomes lifeless and like a rag doll, he’s tossed to one side and hits the floor with a boom, his head snapping back as it bounces off the mat.
It repeats twice and each time, I feel myself becoming nauseated. The slow motion doesn’t help me as I watch, with a wince as his body bounces before coming to rest by the edge of the ring, by the apron. “Do they have to keep showing that, it’s making me feel uncomfortable” I reply as I leave the room to compose myself.
“It’s gone off now” Gene shouts as I stand in the kitchen, thinking about Randy and if he was OK. I haven’t seen him get pulverised like that in a long time, not much can knock him out, but it seems Braun can. That was horrible to watch, I hate it when they get knocked out, I know it can be dangerous.
I don’t think I have ever seen RKO TKO’d yet, but it’s bound to happen, if it hasn’t already that I know, or in some cases, do not know of. To be honest, I’d rather not know. For me, the not knowing is better than knowing; I’d only worry. Now I just have to wait and see if I hear from him, he’ll know I’ve watched it, I watch both shows, every week. I don’t get to watch them live I still record them and catch up.
I walk back into the living room as the show ends and I can drink my water without fear or spilling it, dropping it or knocking it over. It’s coming up to five past ten in the evening and I am just about ready for my bed, but I know I won’t sleep unless I hear from him or have an update from someone. I have never been able to sleep with a mind full of worry and the unknown.
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In Minnesota,
I’m taken to the medical treatment room so that the doctors can run tests on me and check me over but all I can think of is what Bell must be thinking watching me get knocked out like that; she’ll be so worried, I have to call or text her soon. I sit perched on the end of the bed type contraption and I feel a sudden twinge of pain in my shoulder... No, it can’t tear on me, not again...
“Shoulder seems a little bruised... Any pain” He asks and I nod as feel a sense of fear wash over me. Have I torn my rotator cuff, again? I can’t have another several weeks off; I have Roadblock and Wrestlemania to prepare for... I’m facing Triple H in the main event; I can’t be sidelined, not again.
“Let’s send you down for an X-ray, just to be on the safe side, but I think it’s just muscle spasms and bruising, you should be OK in a week or two, but you’ll struggle to wrestle with it in the next few days, so there’s no SmackDown for you tomorrow night” He explains.
“I can deal with that, it’s the shoulder pain I’m worried about” I reply getting angry.
“I know, so let’s get you checked off at the hospital” He smiles.
I stand topless behind this x-ray machine as they x-ray my shoulder and the area I had my surgery just seven months ago. I’m worried at this stage, will it be lights out for me at Wrestlemania or hallelujah, I can compete... I hate the not knowing....
“Mr Orton, the shoulder is fine, there’s no substantial trauma or damage to your rotator cuff or shoulder joint, that’s still all in place. Your muscles, under x-ray seem inflamed, but that should go down in a week or so” The radiologist explains as I pop my top back on; with great pain each time I raise my arm above my head. “Anti-inflammatory and pain relief should do the trick” He smiles and sends me on my way.
I walk outside the hospital and into the car park and the first thing I have to do, is call Bell and reassure her and let her know, I’ll be home a day early.
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[b]In Missouri
I lie in bed, as thoughts of the worst scenario whiz through my head. His neck snapping back has me wincing every time I close my eyes and see it. His whole lifeless body being tossed across the ring makes my heart sink every time I think about it and what he must be thinking and feeling. Staring up at the ceiling as tears fill my eyes, my mobile phone rings... [b] [b]Randy Calling... [/b] flashes up on my screen and I answer it as quick as I can.
“I am OK baby, just a little battered and bruised, but I have no major injuries, just a little bit or shoulder pain, whiplash and a tremendous headache, but I’m OK. I’m being sent home to rest for the week; no SmackDown for me after all, so I’ll be home in a few hours. Don’t wait up for me, go to sleep babe, I’ll be home when you wake up” He reassures me.
“Oh babe, I am so glad to hear from you, I was so worried” I reply.
“I know baby. I would have called you sooner, but they sent me to the hospital to be checked over as I was complaining of shoulder pain, but it’s all OK. Just muscular spasms and bruising, it’ll go down in a few days” He explains and my body relaxes, knowing he’s OK.
“I can’t wait to have you back home baby, I miss you” I reply as I feel a tear catch in my throat.
“Baby, please don’t cry, I’m OK” He replies softly. “I know you’re getting upset now, so I’ll let you go to sleep and we’ll talk in the morning. I’m OK baby, I promise. I love you so much” He continues.
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I wake the next morning in a huge bed, all by myself, not even a sign was showing Randy had made it home when I hear the bedroom door open and Randy’s head peers around the door, clutching a cup of coffee in my favourite mug.
“Morning baby” He whispers as he closes the door behind him.
I wait for him to put my cup down before I jump into his arms on the bed and he laughs softly as I bury my head into his chest. “I was worried you hadn’t made it home” I whisper as I feel him kiss the top of my head softly.
“I would never miss a morning with you, if I could help it” He whispers. “I have the rest of the week off, what do you say me, you and Gene head out for lunch this afternoon” He smiles. “My treat” He smiles.
“We’d love to” I smile.
“I have one favour to ask before that though” Randy asks.
“Anything babe, you name it” I smiles as I waits for him to answer.
“Can we get a weekend away together after Roadblock? I’d like to spend some alone time with you” Randy smiles. “Gene’s away for a week after Roadblock, sorting stuff out at his house in Illinois” He smiles.
“That sounds amazing that would be so lovely if you can find somewhere” I smile.
“Awesome, I think I know just the place,” He smiles kissing me softly on the lips before he leaves the room and leaving me to get changed. [/b][/b]
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