A/N: Sorry for the long wait everyone, it's been a while since I've been on FanFiction. But no excuses!! Enjoy!! D

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Randy sped through the cold night, following his ears to every bit of glass that fell. He quickly found Christy, and a fallen Adam, having this huge opened wound on his forehead, connecting the dots to see Christy holding the broken half of the bottle in her right hand, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"HEY!! YOU!!" a voice then screamed angrily.

Randy snapped his head to behind Christy, seeing Paul Levseque and Chris Masters marching closer and closer.

"What the hell do you think --- Your doing?!" Masters bellowed, also with a drunken touch.

It was obvious these guys were stoned and drunk, what a combo. Randy quickly jogged up, as Christy turned, alarmed to see Randy, but also relived and thankful. "Let's get outta here." he said whispering, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"HEY!!" the voice then said, as Paul grabbed Randy by the left arm, pulling him away from Christy, giving him a good punch across the jaw. Randy then stammered back, almost collapsing. Christy gasped, running to protect Randy.

"NO!! Christy!! Get out of here!! Ge--Get the others!!" Randy struggled to say.

"I'm not leaving you here!!"

"Ha, cute." Paul snickered, "Too bad it'll be short lived."

Masters grabbed Randy from behind, taking his arms in prison. Randy then kicked at his shin, but it didn't even do a thing. For two guys who were stoned and drunk, he presumed it would've been easy. Were these guys taking steroids?! Paul came up, punching a captive Randy right in the gut, making him cough out a bit of blood which spilt on his chin. Christy couldn't take it no more, running to Paul, punching him at her hardest.

"Stop punching him you stupid jerk!!"

Paul stopped, looking at Masters with an almost flabbergasted look.

"Are you seeing this Chris?? Is this a joke??" Paul leveled off eyes with Randy, "You get your girlfriends to fight for you now do you Orton?"

They all turned to look at Adam, who moaned a painful groan, seeing that he was slowly gathering himself, which obviously, wasn't a good thing.

"Mind your own business." Paul then concluded, giving Christy a huge shove, making her fall right on her butt.

"HEY!! HEY!! THAT'S ENOUGH!!"

They all turned, seeing Mr.Batista jog up to them. Christy picked herself up to her feet, with her mouth almost wide open. That bouncer didn't look like Mr.Batista..it WAS Mr.Batista.

Chris hastily released Orton, as both Paul and Chris ran away, Adam stammered to his feet, chasing after them, "He--Hey--Hey!! Don't leave me!!"

"You kids alright?" Mr.Batista asked softly.

Christy just nodded, walking towards an injured Randy. She hooked her arm with his.

"You okay Christy?"

"Me??"

She knew it wasn't the right time, but it was killing Christy inside to even know why the heck Mr.Batista worked here in Sin City as a bouncer, double jobs?? Wasn't that too much for him? She wanted to ask, but she felt almost compelled to ask such a stupid question. Their attention was diverted, as the others came running by. The girls all crowded by Christy, comforting her at their best, ripping her apart from Randy. The guys then came beside Orton.

"Hey man, what happened here?" Cena asked with widened eyes.

"Nothing happened, just something I'd better get a thank you over." Randy mumbeled.