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Colleen was lost. She felt incredibly stupid. It was bad enough that her knees were giving her trouble tonight of all nights. She'd had to use her Jazzy. She hated using her Jazzy. She'd rather use her cane, but it wasn't feasible tonight. "Damn this friggin' genetic arthritis." She thought.

She was so excited about getting to be at the arena tonight to watch WWE wrestling. It was being taped for one of its live shows. She had hoped to walk in. Luckily her husband Paul(NOT Levesque) had "thought ahead" and reserved wheelchair accessible seats for the two of them. Paul wasn't wheelchair bound, but of course wanted to sit with his wife.

The two of them had great seats on the floor. They'd had a fantastic time. All of their favorite wrestlers had been at the show.

When it was all over, Colleen had wanted to see if any "Superstars" were going to be signing autographs. Unfortunately, she'd had to go to the bathroom. Paul offered to try and find the lines for autographs, text her where they were, and hold a place in line.

She had hugged her husband, and kissed him passionately. He was such a wonderful man. She loved him so very much.

Colleen had thought she knew where the restrooms were but couldn't find them. She had asked a woman with an "event staff" shirt on for directions, and she'd told the woman it was an emergency. The lady was very nice and led her to a private area "backstage" where there were special wheelchair accessible bathrooms. "You really aren't supposed to be here. But if I wait out here for you, it will be ok." She'd said.

The staff lady held the door open for her, and Colleen drove in. "Thank you maam'."

"No problem at all."

Colleen used her cane to maneuver herself once she'd crawled off of the Jazzy. She'd felt silly with the woman guarding the door, but was grateful. "Bless her." Thought Colleen. "She's saved me from a humiliating accident."

Colleen had thought she'd heard talking and footsteps outside the door when she was finished and washing her hands. After tossing her paper towel in the trash, she'd reached from her electric chair for the knob, and then pushed the door open. Nobody was there which was odd. The women had made a deal about having to be outside the door.

"Oh well." Thought Colleen as she'd used her right foot to keep kicking the door open while she drove out.

The 43 year old blonde parked near a wall and looked around. She chastised herself for not paying more attention as she had been led to the Lavatory. Colleen had decided to turn right.

So now here she was, lost., driving around like a dumbass, hoping to run into a security guard who could help her out. She parked near an unmarked door and waited for someone to shout, "Hey! What are you doing here? You can't be back here!"

Colleen reached into her purse for her phone to text Paul. She knew she would never hear the end of it from him. He would laugh his ass off at her getting lost on her way back from the bathroom.

"Oh no way." Said Colleen out loud when she realized that her phone had no bars. "Damnit!"

Loud voices were suddenly coming from around the corner. It sounded like a confrontation. "Screw it. I need to get my bearings." She thought, and she started driving the Jazzy around the corner to ask for help. "It's only an argument." Deep down she knew she wasn't using common sense.

As the plus size woman turned the corner, she knew immediately that she'd fucked up royally.

She actually couldn't believe her eyes at first. She sat frozen, staring at the scene before her.

Randy Orton, her favorite wrestler of them all, was holding a very bloody switchblade. He had gore all over his shirt. That wasn't the worst. A man she did not recognize was lying on the floor, slashed all to hell, and looking very dead.

The Viper looked at her in fear and confusion.

"Ummmm." Said Colleen as her brain finally began to process what she had seen.

"Don't panic." The Viper told her. "Its not what you think."

"Ok then." Said Colleen quietly as she backed up her Jazzy. Why, oh why, couldn't these things move faster?

Randy easily accosted her and yanked the key out of the chair. "I'm sorry, but you aren't going anywhere."

"Where the hell is everybody?" Thought Colleen in terror. She tried to grab her cane, but Orton grabbed it and put it against the wall out of her reach.

"Hey somebody…" She yelled. However, before she could get out more than two words, the Apex Predator grabbed her and clamped a hand around her mouth.

"Shhhh." He said.

Orton actually picked her up. She couldn't believe it. He actually picked her 300 pound, fat ass up. He carried her, without even grunting, to the unmarked door around the corner that she had been parked near. After opening the door with one hand, he took her inside what looked to be a custodial closet.

FFFFFFFFFFFictionnnnnn-

Randy sat his captive on the chair and looked around. He felt bad because this large woman was shaking and looked like she was about to cry. He needed time to think, He needed to figure what he was going to do. He needed to talk to Cody and Ted, but could not risk this lady making a scene while they cleaned up the mess.

Randy grabbed a roll of duct tape.

"Oh no fuckin' way." Thought Colleen, but said, "Randy that isn't necessary. Please don't"

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid it is." Said Orton as he bound her arms behind her back with the tape.

"No. please." She whispered as he taped her mouth.

As The Legend Killer bound Colleen's ankles together, he noticed her gasping. She was sniffling, and her face was turning red.

"Sinus problems? He asked. "Allergies? He was sincerely concerned.

Colleen nodded her head several times as a "yes". He gently took the tape off of her mouth. It must have still hurt her because she winced.

Randy remembered that he had a clean, white handkerchief in his pocket and took it out. He rolled it up, then put it as a cleave gag between her lips. He wanted to keep her quiet, but he also wanted her to be able to breathe through her mouth.

Tears were falling freely down the attractive, but overweight woman's face. Orton felt like a monster. He brushed a few tears away with his finger, looked at her sadly, then left.