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Chapter 2- A Journey of a Thousand Miles
Randy wanted to deny it, but deep down he knew it was true. He was what they came here for... but why? Even though they had masks on, he was still pretty sure he had no idea who they were. He hadn't done anything to gain himself any enemies outside of the fictional world of WWE. Was it a couple of pissed off fans or something? His mind was wandering everywhere, but it was mostly on the fact that he was sitting in the middle of the ring at the total mercy of these men. He had the feeling that they wouldn't kill him, but he had no doubt they'd kill John, or Miz, or Wade, or even some of the fans that were still in the arena.
Randy looked around and saw the arena was mostly empty. The men had been so occupied with the four superstars in the ring that they totally forgot about the fans that were still in the arena. Security had been sneaking them out in little packs the whole time the men were there. As he continued to look around, he also noticed that there were about 20 men in these masks with guns in their hands in total. No way the four of them could get away without someone getting themselves killed.
The man in charge made a motion to someone up the entrance ramp, a move that caught Randy's attention. He looked to see what the man motioned to the other man, and was shocked at what he saw.
It was a van coming down the ramp. It stopped about halfway down.
Cena looked at it worriedly. What the hell was going on? He looked in Randy's direction and a worried glance passed between them.
"What's that for?" The Miz asked nervously.
The man looked at him and smirked.
"I'm pretty sure if you try really hard, you can figure it out." The man said, smiling evilly at Randy.
Randy just avoided him. He couldn't look at him anymore without feeling like he was going to throw up. He never felt more scared in his whole life.
The Miz knew that they were gonna try and take Randy somewhere, but he couldn't face it. Behind the scenes, Randy and himself were good friends. He wished there was something he could do to prevent this from happening. As much as he racked his brain looking for answers, he couldn't think of anything.
Randy let out a shaky breath. He promised himself that he would fight until he was blue in the face when they tried to get him into that van. He wasn't sure he could keep that promise, however. What if they threatened his friends or his family? He'd never let someone die for him. He was at a loss, there was simply nothing he could do and that wrecked him inside.
"What the hell do you want from me? Whatever it is, I'll just give it to you." Randy finally built up the confidence to say something.
"For right now, all I would like is your cooperation. I'd hate to see one of your buddies over there get killed because you decide to give me a problem."
The man then walked up to Randy and got inches from his face. Randy tried to back away, but the man tugged on his shirt, pulling him closer.
"I'd also hate to think something happened to that pretty little wife of yours, or your sweet little daughter." The man whispered in Randy's ear.
Randy's expression changed from nervous to downright terrified. His brave demeanor melted away as the mention of his family was bought up.
"Please, don't hurt them." Randy quietly said. He'd never begged for anything in his whole life, but he would beg for his family if that's what it took to keep them safe.
"I won't... as long as you do as your told."
John saw Randy's expression change after that man whispered something to him. He never saw Randy look so scared before, it just wasn't Randy's style. What did that man say to him?
John's thoughts were interrupted by another man running into the ring.
"Boss, there's police in the parking lot. We gotta get out of here!"
The four superstars each got a flicker of hope in their eyes at the mention of the police. But what worried them was how the man in control didn't seem worried at all.
"Looks like it's time to go."
Two men came up on each side of Randy and pulled him up, they started inching him out of the ring toward the van. Randy didn't want to risk his families safety, but a part of him thought the man was bluffing when he talked about hurting them. He couldn't let them just take him out of here without him putting up some sort of fight.
Randy looked to the front of him and looked right at Cena. He nodded to him and Cena gave a slight nod back. Barrett and Miz caught the exchange and nodded to each other. If they were going to try and help Randy, now was the time.
Randy shoved himself hard to right, knocking the man to the right of him on the floor. The man on the left went to attack him, but Cena jumped in the mix. He hit the man that was to the left of Randy. Another man went to attack Cena, but the Miz jumped in and put his knuckles to the mans face. Barret jumped in as well, and punched one of the men in the stomach. Another one of the men went to get Randy, but Randy kicked out his legs and the man fell. It was hard for Randy to fight with his hands tied behind him, but he just kept kicking out at people.
BAM!
A gunshot rang through the air, causing everyone to freeze. The man in charge was holding the gun pointed up, straight in the air. He only shot the ceiling, but his message was loud and clear. This guy was willing to kill anyone who got in his way and caused him any kind of trouble.
"Enough! The next time any one of you try anything, it's not the ceiling I'll be aiming at!" The man said, aiming his gun in the direction of Cena, Miz, Barrett, and Orton.
"Now get up!" The man said to Orton.
Randy let out a shaky breath, hesitated for a moment, then stood up. The man tugged his shirt once more, pulling Randy toward him. Orton shrunk back as much as he could.
"If you try anything again, anything at all, I won't be held responsible for my actions. I can't kill you, but no one ever said anything about hurting you or killing one of your buddies over there. Now, you're going to exit the ring and walk up the ramp. Then you're going to get in the van and you're not going to fight."
The man let go of Randy. Randy threw the man a look, and started out of the ring. He walked past Cena, Miz, and Barrett, then turned to look at them once more. They all had sorry looks on their faces. Randy could tell that they all felt guilty, but he knew there was nothing more they could have done.
Cena watched Randy walk away with guilt flooding through him. He kept asking himself why he was letting this happen. The worst part of it was that he couldn't do a damn thing to help without risking someone's life or risking his own. He looked to Barrett and the Miz, both of whom were looking at Randy the same way. It was in this moment that Cena promised himself that he would do whatever it takes to get Randy back. He might have to let them walk out of here right now, but he promised that Randy wouldn't be gone long.
Randy approached the van. He looked in it and let out a breath. He felt a gun on his back, but he didn't move because he knew they wouldn't shoot him.
"Enough of this..." The man in charge said. He walked up behind Randy and clocked him in the head with his gun. The hit was so hard that Randy felt a sharp flash of pain, then all he saw was black.
John shut his fist tightly out of sheer frustration at how they were treating Randy. They threw him in the back of the van and shut the door. Then, John asked the question that he knew everyone wanted to know.
"Wh-what are you gonna do?" John asked.
The man looked at John and smirked evilly. He then got into the van and drove up the ramp. The rest of the men that were still in the arena exited through the audience entrances they came in from and sooner or later, the van disappeared with Randy inside.
5 minutes later, John, Miz, and Wade were still standing in the ring in awe at what just took place. Vince McMahon came running down the ramp, frantic.
"Are you guys alright? I couldn't get in the building for the past hour! They said a bunch of men broke in here and it wasn't safe to come inside."
"Did they stop the van?" The Miz said, hopefully.
"No... but the police are after it right now. Who cares though right? As long as they're away from here. Hey, uh, wasn't Randy in this match with you guys, where is he?"
The three superstars looked at each other. Vince could already sense something was terrible wrong. John put his head down.
"The, uh, guys that broke in here. They...they took him." John said. He knew once he actually said it out loud, it would really start to sink in.
"What?" Vince said, shocked.
"He's in the van." Wade added.
"But why? They had van right here in the arena, they didn't need a hostage to leave." Vince responded.
"They didn't take him as a hostage. They came here to get him. We have to do something." John said.
Vince was so shocked and saddened by this news. What would those men want? Randy was a good guy, he didn't do anything to deserve this, and he wanted to get him back as much as anybody else.
"Let's just see what the police find out. You guys should go meet with the detectives and give your statements."
The three superstars started to leave but Vince stopped them.
"Guys...uh, Randy's a big boy. I'm sure he'll be okay. And don't... don't worry, we'll get him back. I promise. Whatever it takes." Vince said, trying to give John, Wade, and Miz the hope they desperately needed.
The guys nodded and walked to the back to talk to the police. Vince stood in the ring for a moment and glanced around the arena, his thoughts lingering on Randy. Vince wanted to desperately believe that Randy was going to be okay. He wasn't sure if he could believe that. He had no idea who these guys were or what they wanted, but he had to have hope, simply because, there was nothing else to hold onto.
