Randy Orton's known to have some...colorful relatives. Barry O, his uncle, had an 8-year crystal meth habit. He's been married 3 times, and has 4 daughters with different women. Two of those daughters have been adopted by stepfathers and their names have been changed. Two still carry the name. One is Courtney. She's a bit of a trainwreck. Beautiful yet drug-addled, she brings out the worst in Randy, taunting him at every turn, especially when names of his friends, like Trish Stratus and Eve El leave her venom-laced lips. She's already got him believing that she's having sex with Dave Batista, who was then dating Eve El. She comes dangerously close to seeing what darkness Randy is capable of.

Even a guy like Randy Orton realizes it's retarded to be staying in a hotel when you're within 3/10ths of a mile from your residence, but he didn't have too much of a choice. His roommate Trish Stratus was still experiencing freakouts due to a traumatic incident she'd suffered, and the last thing he could handle right now was bloodcurdling screams in the middle of the night.

His mood felt as black as the heart of his character was supposed to be. The couple of .5 Xanax had put a gentle, dulling edge to the throbbing in his head but he was still actively aware of a few things. None of those things he was aware of were good. Not much in his head at all right now was good, which surprised him because generally 2 of the oval-shaped peach pills could put the thoughts at bay and knock him on his ass for more than 15-20 minutes.

He'd gotten an exact 15 minutes out of them, and woke up more tired than ever, but an overtired, the sort where your voice is 2-3 octaves lower, and your eyes are like slits, and God help anybody who gets in your way.

This was a standard room with no mini-bar and he was off to find the vending machine to get a soda. Fuck the little coffee shop inside the place. He wasn't exactly in a people-loving mood and he'd prefer to deal with the machine. No middleman.

He didn't realize someone (or someones) he knew were staying here and of course he didn't recognize them at first because of his exhaustion and mental state. When he was brushed past, light contact made but it was still contact by someone in his personal space, as he'd gone down to the machines, in bare feet and basketball shorts, with a few singles for cash and his room key, he stopped and half-turned with an ominous growl of "Look where the fuck you're going," being issued as a warning before he turned back to the machine to pick out what to drink. There were a couple choices he could have. The Lipton diet green tea was cool, the Aquafina water with orange flavoring, or diet Pepsi. He fed the money to the machine mindlessly and got the soda. He had no idea when he turned around if the person he'd yelled at was still present or if they'd done the smart thing and run like a bitch.

Courtney smirked as she looked at Randy. She was supposed to meet her date in the hotel but she decided to be a little late. Nothing was more fun then pissing Randy off to her but it looked like her presence already did that which she enjoyed a lot. Also it could have been the texts she sent him that pissed him off even more but she really didn't care at the moment.

"Well isn't someone in a bad mood." Courtney said with a smirk.

The look on his face right now wasn't one that could really be described accurately. It was on his face, it was meant for Courtney, and it was more or less where his eyes take on the look that he's got no soul, his lips are tightening almost cruelly, and his body began to shake. His blue eyes continued to narrow as he looked down at her, daring her to keep it up. Keep getting cocky with him. Keep giving him shit.

Simply give me one reason. That's all that resonated through his mind. He was close to the brink, and someone was going to learn that real fast.

She taunted him. "What's wrong? Angry I called your friends whores or that I know about something you're hiding? Well first of all I'm not going to tell you what I know because that just wouldn't be fun and second you're friends are whores. Let's start with Trish. 7 time women's champ? More like whore claiming rape when everyone knows she just wanted to get laid. Now Eve well it's obvious she can't keep a man happy so her man needs to run to other women. Can't blame him though. She doesn't look like anything special." Courtney said.

There wasn't anybody around.

The snap was almost something he could feel happening, like some fragile rubber band had been keeping him together. It snapped when he grabbed her by the hair very close to her head and started walking her down the hall, with his mouth barely moving when he told her to shut the fuck up, and lifting her up enough with that hand so that her toes barely touched the ground. He was taking her for a little walk and God help her if she screamed.

"Let me go." Courtney muttered before she started swinging her legs to kick Randy. "I mean it Randy I have so much on you that if you do anything to me I will put it all over the internet. You've fucked up so much recently that it won't be hard to make you look like a total piece of shit and no one will want you. Especially not Sam. Why would she want you anyway? You're a fuck up. No wonder she decided to push you out of her life. You aren't anything important. I'm surprised you even have friends but sooner or later they'll find someone else to be friends with. There's a bunch of other men out there I'm sure that will be willing to have sex with those skanks. I'm sure that's why they're friends with you anyway. You're easy to get into the bedroom." Courtney said.

His room was across from the trash incinerator. Yes, his mind went there. Especially when she confirmed what he already knew: He -was- a fuck up. No one wanted him, especially not Sam. This had been confirmed on his trip back home.

"Keep talking shit," he whispered, absorbing the kicks. He really could envision himself throwing her in the fucking incinerator, which should've horrified him, but it didn't. Ever since he'd hit the midcard, then went to the top, Courtney tended to surface at times and do what she could to undermine him.

It had started off, he'd thought, as good-natured first cousins making fun of each other, but she had gotten progressively nastier. Son of a bitch, he was moving closer to the incinerator room's door and not that of his room.

"Take it back," he whispered quietly, giving her a chance. I know what you're saying is mostly true. You're not telling me anything I don't know, but I don't need hearing it. Take back what you said or I'll do something we'll both regret, his mind screamed. Hopefully, somewhere under Courtney's hostility would hopefully be a survival instinct, and she might realize that her cousin had become unhinged before it was too late.

Courtney glared then started throwing out punches but it didn't seem to affect Randy one bit.

"Fine I'm sorry." Courtney muttered.

She didn't mean it but she just wanted to be let go. She wasn't going to say anything she said wasn't true. Everyone knew it was true. Everyone knew Randy fucked up so why should she try to make it seem like he didn't. She could care less about his feelings. She did in the past and didn't know what caused her to not give a fuck anymore but she didn't care. Maybe she had a deathwish.

The punches weren't affecting him because -he- was someplace else. He had never touched Courtney in anger (even though he didn't like guys who abused women, Courtney was the exception because she could make the nicest person snap) before and she should figure out soon that he's not joking around with her.

He went into the incinerator room and closed the door behind them. The smell of garbage was in there..it's where the housekeeping staff sent the trash, to be burned as it went down the chute. The chute was easily accessible. Just open the metal door on the wall, which he could easily do.

"You'd fit in there," he observed verbally for her to hear. "You want to tell the internet that? You want to tell them that not only are you fucking Batista, but you're trashing his girlfriend, and going out of your way to hurt me? ME?" he hissed.

"It's not like anybody would miss you if I fucking threw you in there. It ain't like your parents would notice..or care. Big O would just make another one." It was his turn to cut her to the bone with words. "It ain't like Batista would do more than fuck you..you think he'd look for you? Hell no. You have no real friends. You have an entourage. But not friends. And you come to me talking your shit and then give me a fake apology? Give me one fucking reason I don't just put you out of -my- misery."

She had never heard him like that before and he had not felt this close to the edge since he'd been in Evolution, with the secret goings-on that none outside the four men knew. If this had been then, Randy wouldn't have had to touch her, because one of the others would've gotten her out of his sight, and he wouldn't have asked where they'd taken her. But times had changed. He'd grown older, and colder, and had no reason, no real good left, to prevent him from just dropping her into the blackness of the chute that would lead to a live cremation.

The edge he'd been close to had been long gone over. He did not care anymore.

Courtney glared at Randy as she started to calm down a bit. She looked at the chute and tried to get Randy's hand off her hair but he was stronger then her so it was no use. She wasn't affected by his words. She knew her own father didn't care. Of course he would just go and make another child, he was probably in the middle of making one this very minute. She knew even if she was really having sex with Dave it would a good fuck then that was it. She's been through that many times before that now it just didn't phase her.

"I'm sorry okay, just let me go. Please." Courtney said.

That was her first moment of weakness since she came back into Randy's life and she hated it. She looked down and just stopped kicking and punching, going a bit limp, as she hoped Randy would let her go.

He shook his head that he wasn't letting her go. "Because I don't trust you anymore and don't think I'll ever be able to." He was echoing words recently spoken to him, and got her out of the room but not out of his grasp. He took her across the hall to his room, not needing more than his free hand to get the room key to swipe, then open the door and set her inside after he locked the door and blocked it with his body.

The lights were on. She'd see his demolished phone. She might also see that he was exhausted. His anger tended to wipe him out, but he wasn't stupid. His guard would not be let down around her. She'd threatened him.

Not good.