OMFG; I just want to start off by saying SORRY. High School is soo hard and I had no time to update my fics. I apologize, so that's why this chapter really sucks. But I want you all to know that's there's only 2/3 chapters left and this story is done! Damn, it went by fast! But enjoyy this lame chapter and I am sorry again. And if you see spelling mistakes.. sorrry.

"I can't believe we're doing this!" Punk exclaimed as he sat on the front seat of one good pals.

Tonight was the night he really shows the Legend Killer what he was all about.

John Morrison softly chuckled as he lit up a brandly new cigarette and puffed the suffocating smoke out the car window.

"I don't blame you. I hate him as much as you do," the IC Champ said to Punk. "Someone's got to teach him a lesson, right?"

The Straight Edge Superstar nodded. "He'll definitely leave me alone now, after he sees what shit he's put himself too."

"You got the stuff?" JoMo asked.

Punk searched in the bag of items. Eggs. Toilet Paper.

"We got it," he said, already picturing the look of the venom's face as he see how this prank was really worth it.

"I'm excited already! Ready to do this, partner in crime?" John asked, with a expression just excited as Punk's was.

"Hell yeah. He better be ready for this. We've planned this for so long, nothing could go wrong!" Punk yelled with excitement.

John shrugged and ran his fingers through his sexy, brown hair.

"I mean something could go wrong."

Punk looked at his partner as he was out of his mind. "Go wrong? Nothing can go wrong with this prank. It's going to feel so good when we see that "OMG" look on his ugly face!"

John snorted and said, "Legend Killer is one crazy, mental, retarded queer. You never know, he might snap."

The Straight Edge Superstar laughed a lil. "Dude, you're not scared, are you?"

"Pssh, scared?" John said, acting a little defensive. "I'm far from scared, bro."

"Oh really? Do you me to tell everyone about the time--"

"Shut up! We're here now," John said, pulling into the front of the Orton's home.

He had a pretty big home; nice yard as well. Too bad it's not going to be so nice after this.

Punk smiled, a mischievous smile. "Let's do this!"

xxxxxxx

"How do you turn this shit on?" John asked, trying to turn on the video camera.

"You retard," Punk mumbled under his breath, turning on the video camera for John. "Remember to film my every move, alright?"

John nodded, filming Punk. "Tell me when you're ready."

Punk did a thumbs up to signal John that he was ready and the Shaman of Sexy began filming.

"Hey everyone," the straight edge superstar began, "We are here at Mr. Legend Killer's home, but it won't be so pretty anymore. You see, Randy Orton is going to get a taste of reality, and what happens when you mess with me, your HeavyWeight Champion."

Punk turned away from the camera to get his prank items. Before he proceeded he turned back to the camera with a smile.

"And kids.. Please don't try this at home."

Punk started to trash Randy's home. He threw eggs on the windows causing a yellow, gooey mess. He also tipeed his house as white toilet paper stranged down from the roofs. John laughed as this prank was amusing to the two.

"Dude, he's so gonna kill us," John whispered as he continued filming Punk throwing eggs and tipeeing the house.

Punk smiled to himself as he saw the accomplishment that he accomplished right in front of his eyes. He rang the doorbell and quickly hid behind a bush, dragging John with him.

"Still rolling?" Punk whispered.

"Yes," John said, filming the door.

Before they knew, the handsome superstar opened the door, with a shocked look on his face. That look was worth a million words. He was shock, so shock his jaw wouldn't close. He was discusted about the egg yolk all over his walls and the nasty toilet paper all over his grassy greens.

Punk saw the priceless look on his face and felt so good inside. This ass finally got what he deserves. Randy angrily stormed inside, shutting the door behind him very loudly.

Punk and Morrison, with delightful smiles on their faces.

"How beautiful," John murmured, capturing the view of the Legend Killer's home.

"Covered in egg yolk and toilet paper. Lovely," Punk said, laughing.

Suddenly the angry Orton, opened the door, glaring the two trouble makers with angry eyes.

"You bitches!" he murmured.

Punk and John looked at each other with blank eyes.

"Say something, you bastards did this my house?" Randy said, trying to be as calm as possible. That didn't really work out.

The two still kept quiet, afraid of what this venom viper would say or do next. The tension was getting higher and the fear was breathing on their necks.

Randy looked at them deeply in the eyes.

"Say something!" he yelled, pulling a sharp, blazing knife from his pocket. It was so sharp, just by looking at it, it was guareeteed to rip human flesh.

Both men were in shock, not knowing what to do. If they ran away, he might chase after them and take them down. If they stay, he might also take them down. Their lives are at risk.

"Dude, put…the..knife..d-down," Punk stammered.

"Yeah, man.." John's voice cracked, "It was us, no need to get angry."

Randy shut his eyes still clutching the knife as hard as possible.

"Angry?" he asked with daring eyes, "Angry isn't the word. It's pissed as hell!!"

He began to approach them, slowly. The boys backed away.

"Randy.." Punk's comforting words said.

"Dude we got to run!" John said, dropping the video cam and taking off.

Punk was confused as he ran but tried to run anyways

"Wait!" he cried, hoping that the venom would not attack him.

With Randy's quick reflexes, he grabbed the struggling superstar by the shirt and immediately pulled him back, with the sharp knife on his neck.

Punk's mind was in the gutter as the thought of death was circling around his head. It was scary being held as knife point. At this point, the superstar did not know what to do.

"Please, please don't kill me!" Punk panicked, pleading with fear. "I'll do anything. I promise."

Randy smirked. "Promises don't work in my world."

"Randy, please!" Punk yelled, almost choke up in tears.

Randy chuckled, still holding the knife to his neck.

"Too late, sucker."

xxxxxxx

The Punk Princess rode around on her bike, while thinking of what has happened.

It beens over months and she kept thinking to herself that this was going to end. But everyday as she remembers the past of her friends slowly dying one by one, each and everyday. It was heartbreaking to find that it really was true.

There had to be a reason. It couldn't just happen like this randomly. How stupid could this get? Ashley's mind was stressed from all the thinking

Ashley hit the brakes and decided to sit on a nearby bench. It was time to go to her thinking mode again and figure out the problem.

How did this all start..

The Starstruck Diva didn't remember much at the bonfire. She remember having a fun time with all of her friends in the cold sandy beach. She remembered how flirtatious Randy was, and how all the boys were acting like idiots. And then she remembered about the story. The time she was drunk driving and hit the car. Then it was all coming back to her. What the girl said…she meant it.

She was the reason. She was the reason why this was happening.

Ashley was scared. She had all her information gathered and she knew what was coming.

"Hey," a voice said, starling her.

She looked over and there was the most beautiful eyes, just glaring at her.

"Hi.." she said, trying to hide her blush.

Randy smiled, taking a seat next to her. "So last night, these kids were messing with my house. They egged it and shit."

"Wow, seems bad," Ashley said.

The Legend Killer chuckled, putting his arm around her. "I showed them good."

Ashley smiled and looked at his tense muscles. "I bet you did. Especially with those lovely muscles."

Randy flexed his arms for Ashley, as Ashley giggled in amazement. She leaned to kiss his flexing muscle.

"You're so cute," he mumbled.

"Thanks. I say so myself," Ashley said, laughing.

Randy's blue eyes met Ashley's eyes. She was already falling in love with his gorgeous eyes.

"Look, Ash," he said, holding her hand, "if I die, I just want you to know that I love you."

Ashley was shocked by his strong words.

I love you.

"You love me?" she asked, still startled.

Randy nodded and leaned closer to her lips, diving into a strong, passionate kiss. It felt like it lasted for days and his soft lips were touching Ashley's. The moment was so beautiful, as Ashley stroked his hair, holding him close and almost hearing his beeping heart.

He's kissing me! He's actually kissing me!

Ashley heard the scary ringtone coming from Randy's phone from his pocket. She became alarmed and pulled away, staring at it. He took out his phone and calmly turned it off.

"Come here," he whispered, diving into the another kiss.

Please don't let him die..