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"What the fuck?" Thought Randy Orton, as he looked in the rearview mirror. "What the hell did I do?" The police car had come out of nowhere, lights flashing. Randy pulled over to the side of the road. Not many people were out at 2 am. The road was nearly abandoned, except for the cop car, and Orton's rental.

Two officers stepped out of the police car and approached, as The Viper hit the switch for the window. "I really do not need this" Orton thought to himself.

One of the policemen shined a flashlight right into Randy's eyes. "Hey! Do you mind?"

"Get out of the car."

"Why? What is this about?"

"Get out of the car now! You are already in enough trouble without resisting."

"Resisting? Asked Randy incredulously. "I'm not resisting. What have I done?"

The taller officer pulled out a gun and aimed it at Orton's head. "You best do as you are told before you are shot. We will make it look like you pulled a weapon on us and resisted arrest."

Randy was not stupid. He did not want to be shot. He slowly opened the car door, and stepped out. The gun was still being aimed at him.

"Turn around and put your hands on your head."

Randy wanted to get out of the situation, but he felt trapped. He could be shot in the head. On the other hand, if he was able to escape getting shot, he'd be in trouble with the law. It would be his word against theirs, and with his reputation as a hot head, it wouldn't look good for him. In addition, Orton wanted nothing to end, or tarnish his career. He winced as the shorter officer yanked his arms behind his back and tightly cuffed his wrists.

"Just stay calm." Randy told himself. "Don't do anything that you'll regret."

The Legend Killer was led to the police car, and practically thrown into the backseat. The shorter man grabbed his legs. "Hey! What the fuck are you doing?"

Randy was instinctively kicking out with his feet. Shorty held the Viper's legs down with surprising strength, while the other attached manacles to Orton's ankles.

"What is going on?" Yelled Randy, as he thrashed. "What have I done? Why aren't you reading me my rights?"

"You have no rights!" Hissed one of the officers menacingly, as he yanked the wrestler to a sitting position.

"What..why.? Randy sputtered as his eyelids were taped shut with pieces of duct tape. A cloth of some kind was then tied over the tape around his head.

Completely panicking, Randy said, "I have money. Lots of money. I'll give you what you want. This isn't necessary."

"Please shut him up."

Another cloth, this one with a knot in the middle, was shoved into The Viper's mouth, and then tied very tightly at the back of his head.

"Mlease!" Randy pleaded behind the gag. "Melmp Mphe Mphat Mphou Munt!" (Tell me what you want)

The bound and helpless wrestler was punched hard in the face, then tazered into unconsciousness.

The two "officers" got into the car.

"Let's get going." Said the tall kidnapper. "Kassogtha should not be kept waiting."

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