A/N: Looks like Katarin has to help Randy with the Fiamma Massacre...good way to start a date! Also, the Hardys pay a visit here—surprisingly, they help Randy with the hostage situation. And Kofi Kingston, Evan Bourne, CM Punk, and Vladimir Kozlov (with their real names mentioned as well), join in the chapter a bit later.
Enjoy!
Chapter 10- A Date With The Legend Killer, pt. 2: The Angry Legend Killer
"Something about him made me tick," Randy explained. "You roll with the Legend Killer and his crew, you have to deal with this."
Meanwhile, the air in the restaurant began to fill with the screams of the other patrons.
"Someone call the police," one of them screamed.
"Call the police and die," Randy snarled.
"What the hell—?" the manager yelled, only to get kicked in the stomach by Katarin. "Shut up, idiot."
"That's my girl," Randy said, noticing two waiters running for the exit. "Think you could do one of your signature splits onto those two trying to run?"
"There aren't any poles in here, babe," she said. "I can try," she added, hitting a cartwheel/split combination onto the fleeing waiters.
"Anyway," Randy said. "Some of you may or may not know who I am. Because this idiot did means nothing. I'm Randy Orton, the notorious Legend Killer, and this is my date for the evening. And you're all going to be here with me for a while."
Just then, two other waiters walked up. "Randy! Long time no see," one of them said.
"Matt? Dude, what up?" Randy asked, shaking his hand. "Jeff, long time, Rainbow Hair."
"Oh, hell yeah," they said. "Who's this lovely lady?"
"Ekaterina Parishkova, also known as Danger or Dangerous Diva," Katarin said, introducing herself.
"Matt Hardy, at your service. And this is my brother, Jeff," Matt said, introducing himself and Jeff.
"What's the situation here?" Jeff asked.
"Someone knew too much, I guess," Matt said, smirking. "And Randy went and dusted them off."
"Yup," Katarin said.
"How did you get involved in this, Danger?" Jeff questioned.
"I went on a date with this lug," Katarin replied.
"And before that was an audition for Chris," Randy cut in.
"Which she passed, I bet," Matt laughed.
"With a climb onto the pole and a split on the way down," Katarin explained.
"Damn!" both Hardys said, completely shocked.
"How she does it, I don't know," Randy said.
"Damn," Matt murmured. "She's hot, man."
"What do we do about these idiots?" Jeff asked.
"Kill 'em all, I guess," Randy said. "Start shooting."
"As you wish," Matt said, pulling out his weapon of choice, a black Desert Eagle. He started shooting the second the gun was in the view of the hostages.
"Aye, aye, Captain," Jeff said, following suit.
"What the hell? What if the cops come, Randy?" Katarin asked.
"We'll be gone...no one will be here to say anything, and the restaurant is soundproofed," Randy explained. "No one would be able to determine what happened."
"If you say so," Katarin replied.
They left the restaurant shortly after, with Matt and Jeff following them back to the Palms. Once they were in Randy's suite, everyone took a seat.
"Where's Ted and Cody?" Matt asked. "Aren't they here too?"
"They're at the Mandalay Bay hanging with Miz and Morrison. They said something about the slots, as usual."
"They'll probably join us later," Matt guessed.
"Yeah, that's usually Miz and Morrison's style," Jeff said. "Slots and then party after. When they've managed to steal in front of the pit bosses."
"I bet," Katarin said. "And what do you two specialize in?"
"Arson and sharpshooting," Jeff said. "And Matty here specializes in weaponry. But both of us are experts in capoeira, jujitsu, and Muay Thai."
Katarin was impressed. "As am I," she said. "Mainly capoeira, though. I'm still working on the jujitsu and the Muay Thai."
Now it was Randy's turn to be impressed. "I didn't know all that...wow."
"I was going to mention that—at some point," Katarin blushed.
"It's okay. We were still getting to know each other," Randy said.
Katarin sighed in relief. "That was close."
"Where are the others?" Randy asked.
There's more of these psychos? Katarin thought. Great.
Oh, you mean Phil, Kofi, and Evan?" Jeff murmured. "Dunno where those three are—wait, I remember now. Evan went to go pick Vlad up at McCarran. And my baby is with his baby."
"Wait a second," Katarin said. "Are you trying to tell me that you two are—?"
"Hell yeah, gay and loving it," Jeff said. "And so are Evan and Vlad."
"And they like the whole Hardycest idea," Randy snickered. "But about Evan and Vlad? Those two are definitely for anything the others do, so to say."
I'd better have Dave and the others do a file search on both Hardys and the other four, Katarin thought.
"Nothing wrong with that," Katarin said. "And let me guess, Matt is with Kofi, and Phil is with you, Jeff."
"She is awesome!" Jeff said, dancing around Katarin. "Sweet guess, chica. You're absolutely right. I like those types with tons of tattoos. Matt likes them tall, dark, and handsome, as he likes to say."
"And I like my African King," Matt added.
"Where is Kofi from?" Katarin questioned.
"Ghana. Very lovely place. But I know he never wants to go back. He likes it too much here in America," Matt replied.
"And my Philly is from Chicago. Matt and I are originally from North Carolina, we chose to come to Vegas and help Chris with the Palms. But he also wanted help because I know what I'm talking about when I say I know how forest fires start," Jeff winked as he said this.
"So that's why I stay away from his arsonist ass," Randy said.
"We would too," a thick Ukranian accent suddenly cut through the air.
"Vladimir? Is that really you?" Matt asked.
"Of course it's me, you goof. Who else would it be? Your mama?" Vladimir asked, carefully stepping over the bodies littering the floor of the restaurant.
"My mama's dead, in case you forgot," Matt countered.
"Anyway," Evan said, a smile on his face. "We were going to go to our place, but then we heard from Chris and Jibble that Randy's got a lady friend. And we were dying to meet her—but we didn't expect there to be a massacre. And you started without us."
"Matt Korklan and Oleg Prudius at your service," Vladimir said, introducing himself and Evan. "And you are the lovely Ekaterina?"
"This is her, Vlad," Randy said. "Ain't she a beauty?"
"Aye, that she is," Vlad said, kissing her hand.
"You flatter me," Katarin said. "And what made you lovebirds meet?"
"He was watching me participate in a Sambo competition," Vlad said, winking at Evan. "And then he wouldn't leave till he got my attention. I thought he was a 12 year old wanting an autograph. Turned out he wanted more than an autograph."
"Then we spent the whole night together after that competition," Evan continued. "He liked that I could be wild, I liked that he could be rough and gentle with me at the same time. I was shocked when he said he wanted to be with me for the rest of his life. And then we got engaged 3 years ago. Which made us both happy."
"Oh, man," Kofi said, casually walking into the restaurant. "Dang, couldn't you all wait till Phil and I got here? We go to get more weapons and are away for a few minutes, and you and Jeff start shooting?"
"See what I mean?" Randy asked Katarin. "These guys live to be with each other."
"What about you? Did you ever, you know?" Katarin asked.
"I'm bi," Randy said. "That's not a problem, is it?"
"No, not at all," Katarin said. "Just curious."
"That is a story for another time," Randy said. "Let's get out of here."
"Already called for a car," Jeff said. "He should be here—now."
They all ran out to the front of the hotel and piled into the waiting limo. "To the Palms," Evan said.
The driver said nothing as he drove back to the Palms. In fact, the entire drive was in silence.
"What do you think?" Matt was asking. "Should I dust this guy off too?"
"Hold your horses, Hardy Boy," Vladimir said. "We shouldn't kill everyone in sight."
"Exactly," Phil said. "There would be cops for miles if we did that."
"Just like right now?" Kofi asked, staring out the window as six police cars zoomed off in the direction of the MGM Grand. "There are your cops, Brooksy."
"Ha ha, very funny," Phil said.
"No, really, Philly," Jeff said. "The cops are heading to Fiamma right now."
"Fucking sweet," Phil muttered.
"More than sweet," Vladimir grunted. "I think it's awesome."
"I'll say," Katarin said.
"So do I," Jeff murmured. "It's cool!"
"You think anything is cool, bro," Matt said.
"I know," Jeff replied.
"Anyway," Evan cut in. "What's next on your list, Randy?"
"Dunno yet. Danger, however, has work in the morning, I don't know if she should be out late."
"What the hell is Layfield going to do? Fire her?" Matt snickered.
"He won't. Chris wouldn't let him do that," Kofi said. "Especially when the girl can do what I heard she can."
"Easy, baby," Matt said. "I can see your excitement—in your pants."
Kofi blushed. "Oops."
Everyone burst out laughing.
"Oh, don't worry," Jeff murmured. "Phil gets like that too."
"Hey!" Phil shouted. "No one wants to know that."
"I do," Randy joked.
"Can we change the subject?" Vladimir asked. "I don't want to know about tents in pants."
"Sure you don't," Randy snickered.
"I really don't."
"Anyway," Evan murmured. "Where are you from, Danger?"
"St. Petersburg," Katarin replied.
"I think Vlad has friends out there," Evan said. "Isn't that right, babe?"
"Yes, that is," Vladimir replied.
"I'd love to go out there one day," Kofi said. "I hear it's nice."
"Then we'd have to do that one day," Jeff said. "You, me, Matty, and Phil."
"Ahem," the driver interrupted. "We're back at the hotel."
"Great! Excuse me, boys, I'm going to escort this gun-wielding Diva to her room," Randy said. "I'll see you in my suite in a few. Just go on in, Chris and Layfield should be up there."
"Will do," Kofi said. "Come on, guys. Let's leave them alone."
Randy watched them leave. "Whew," he said. "Finally, some alone time with my lady."
Katarin giggled. "What are you saying?" she asked.
"I want you," Randy began. "To be my girlfriend."
Katarin was stunned. "Yes, if you don't mind dating a Las Vegas stripper."
"I used to date a male exotic dancer—until my father paid him a little visit," Randy began. "He didn't like the idea that my dad was threatening him, so he broke it off. And this is another reason I am the way I am."
"Did your dad do it because he's a major homophobe?" Katarin asked.
"Yeah. I miss that guy. Derrick was his name. Tall, dark, and handsome. He had just moved to St. Louis from Adelaide. Always told me stories about Australia and how he wanted to take me with him for a visit one day. But my dad ruined all that."
"How was your mom on that?" Katarin asked.
"She was fine with it. She was very open to things. She thought Derrick was a 'major hottie.'"
"Aww...wonder what she would say if she met me."
"She would love you. In fact, I'm going to call her when I get back to my suite. Well, here we are. Good night, darling," he said, planting a kiss on her lips. "We'll chat some more after you get off work."
"That would be nice. I get off at 10."
"Good, I'll come down after you get in. Sleep well, and break a leg."
Katarin slumped onto the couch. "Damn, what a night this has been."