FINALLY, SUSPICIOUS INITIALS HAS COME BACK … TO … uh … where the hell are we?

Anyway, whew! Finally got this one done. Although its been lightyears since the last chapter, I have not abandoned this at all! I have ideas about this story bouncing around in my head. I also practically have had the outline of the third Double RKO in my head for ages now.

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- Randy and Matt realize that Survivor Series is only three weeks away. They know that they will have a title defense against Edge and Christian … or at least that's what they expect.

- Camilla issues another challenge. This one has more … severe … stipulations.

- Eric has qualified himself for the World Championship match at Survivor Series. Austin lays a stipulation to him, however, that rattles his nerves.

Tuesday morning proved to be a difficult time for Matt to get up. His match with Eric was as grueling as you could get. It went back and forth with submission after submission being applied by both men. The crowd was hot for the match, but Matt snapped at seeing Camilla come down to ringside. Eric had a Sharpshooter locked in on Matt and Orton was inching closer towards the ropes. Camilla made it to ringside just in time to grab the bottom rope and pull it away from her ex-husband. Eric felt Matt's rage shoot through the roof and let him go, allowing Matt to wriggle out and chase Camilla up the ramp. Luckily for Camilla, she managed to hide and watched as Matt tore the backstage area apart looking for her.

All this was in the back of Matt's mind as he stared up to the ceiling in his hotel room at eight o'clock in the morning. His roommate, John, had already woke up and headed off to the Gold's Gym. Not only had Matt lost the match via countout, he had never found Camilla. All that energy spent and all that anger released … but Matt found no satisfaction. Afterwards, he quickly grabbed his bags and walked to the hotel they were staying at down the street, still in full ring gear. Needless to say, Matt looked a bit odd walking outside. Definitely not one of his best nights.

Matt's cell phone began to ring. He knew it was one of the guys telling him to get his downstairs to either workout or eat. Randy had thought earlier that Matt was taking this whole situation better between the two of them. That wasn't entirely true. Matt had been holding in this emotion and closing his mind off to both Randy and Eric. Hate was bubbling inside Matt's persona and the time was coming to where he was going to boil over. The Sara incident … Camilla's consistent taunting … the stress of the job …

"Matt!"

The younger Orton sighed, realizing that he let his defenses down momentarily.

"What the hell do you want, Randy?"

"Its almost 9:00. You've gotta come down here and do something or Dave's going to be on your ass. Hell, John's gonna be hard on you too since you two deadlift together."

"Randy … I'm just to the point to where I don't care anymore. I just don't care. Dave and John could rip my arms off and I wouldn't give a fuck. This shit is too much. Just too much, man."

Randy didn't know what to say. He always prided himself on giving advice and verbal comfort to his younger brother. Needless to say, Randy didn't like being helpless like this.

"Look, I'm going to be honest with you. I don't know what the fuck to do either. Only you know what's going on; even though I can read your damn mind, I can't be in your shoes. Just come down here and lets get going to the gym. The more you focus on something else, the less you think about her."

No response. Randy was sitting in the lobby in a muscle shirt and basketball shirts after John had left for the gym down the street. A short sigh escaped his lips before he got to his feet and headed over to the elevator. Pressing the button repeatedly, Randy stared at the gray steel doors in front of him trying to think of some other advice to say to Matt. The elevator slid open and Randy was pleasantly surprised to see his little brother in the elevator car. Gym bag in hand, Matt stepped out of the elevator and headed towards the glass front doors. Randy stayed at the elevator, his mouth partially wide open and feet rooted to the floor.

"Well ... the quicker we get to the gym, the less agitated John will be. What are you waiting for?"

Matt turned around and jogged out the front door with an older brother soon in hot pursuit. Randy finally caught up with Matt nearly halfway to the gym.

"So ... what caused the change of heart?"

"Let me ask you something first", Matt droned on as he jostled forward. Randy could tell Matt was still in a foul mood. "How did you deal with what happened with Jennifer?"

"Really?", Randy thought to himself. "Why bring this up now? The little fucker …" Randy took a second to think; jogging and doing emotional reflection at the same time wasn't something he was very skilled at. "I didn't … at least for the first few weeks."

"How is my situation any different?"

Randy didn't have a good response. Well … he did, but he didn't want to say Camilla wasn't dead. Other than that … minor … difference, Matt was pretty much spot on. Randy had moped around for a long time in mourning, anger, and vengeance. As a matter of fact, one could argue Matt had it even worse; Matt had Camilla's betrayal stuffed in his face, sometimes quite literally, week after week. Randy dealt with Jennifer's death in his own way, although it took quite some time. The circumstances might be different, but the situation was the same; Randy would just have to let Matt deal with it.

"Now do you see where I'm coming from?"

Randy knew Matt would be reading him all through that. He nodded, although not completely satisfied with the results of the talk. It was like a bacteria slowly devouring his insides that Matt wanted to tackle this issue without him. Randy began to wonder whether or not Matt was really taking the help from the rest of the gang seriously, especially Dave's.

"I'm not ignoring everyone else, Randy. It helps. It really does. Sometimes, I just need my space. I need to figure things out myself. When I think a bunch, I get moody. You should know that. You get the same way when you think. Just let me brew in my own thoughts. I'm not angry or bitter. I'm just thinking."

The conversation pretty much ended when they reached the gym. Although they saw John working at a power rack in the back corner, there was a rather large group of fans wanting autographs. This destroyed any notion of the scuffle, and the brothers were soon joking and kidding with each other and with the fans. A good twenty minutes elapsed before Randy and Matt joined John at the power rack.

"Are your eyes still flashing from all the cameras?", John joked as he and Randy set up the bar for Matt's deadlifting. Matt started some stretching, foam rolling, and warming up over at a separate station while Randy looked on with John.

"You've got that look on your face, Rand. That … 'I want to strangle Matt, but not really' face."

Randy managed a small chuckle. "Besides Matt, you're the person who knows the most about me. How'd you come up with something like that?"

"Wild guess", John stated with a small bit of sarcasm. "I can also tell you're down, Rand. What's goin' on?"

"You know I hate it when you call me that."

"I know, Rand", John said with a smirk. Randy narrowed his eyes at the man, but shrugged it off with a small chuckle.

"Matt … he's … distancing himself from me. I don't like it."

"What do you mean?", John asked as they shoved the last 45-pound plates on the bar.

"I was trying to help him deal with Camilla, just like everyone else has been. This morning he was all silent and isolated and I thought he wouldn't come down to work out. All of a sudden like, he storms down the elevator and tells me he'd just like to be alone. It rubs me the wrong way."

"He's … just going through his thing, man. Let him be. I don't think he's intentionally driving you back. He had no one to talk to besides Eric, and Eric wasn't there 24/7 like you are now. This is how he deals with things sometimes. Don't take it like he's pushing you back."

Matt came back just a moment later. "What were you two talking about?"

There was an awkward silence. Randy wasn't immediately responding and John didn't know what he should tell Matt. Randy finally broke the silence.

"I was just arguing with John about how much of a weak punk you are", Randy said.

"... fuck you, dude."

John was relatively relieved to see Matt and Randy start to exchange glances and start another round of insults and challenges to each other.

In the locker room at the Wells Fargo Arena in Des Moines, Iowa, Matt sat with his brother and the gang, watching the monitor … or rather, someone on the monitor. Camilla's music opened the show, and she strolled down to the ring with her usual bravado and cockiness. Randy despised her. Lilian pitied her. Amy wanted to strangle her. Matt … well … he didn't really know what to think about her anymore.

"I … want … more!", Camilla exclaimed through a sound wall of jeers and boos from the live audience. "I want another shot! I want another shot at Matt's pathetic carcass!"

An audible sigh escaped Matt's lips. Amy shook her head and cracked her knuckles as in preparation for a beatdown. She leapt up and grabbed the Women's title, ready to give Camilla her final licking, but a hand grabbed her wrist. Fully expecting it to be Eric, Amy whipped around and was about to unleash a verbal tirade when she realized it was Matt holding her back. There was a silent moment between the two as they locked eyes, not sure what to say to each other.

Fainlly, Matt split the silence in two.

"Look … no matter how much you want to beat her down, and no matter how much you actually beat her down, the only one who can stop this is me."

"You can't be serious …", Amy said in retaliation, almost knowing that Matt would say this. "She needs to be put in her place. And that place is a mental asylum. But first, a pitstop by the hospital. Maybe a broken bone or two …"

"No."

Matt's volume increase startled everyone. Orton looked like he was drilling holes in Amy's head with his eyes. His grip on Amy's wrist tightened a bit and she winced, sending Eric into protection mode.

"Hey!", Eric shouted. "What the hell do you think you're doing!", he asked after shoving Matt away from her. "You were hurting her!"

"I'm sorry", he said, momentarily snapping back to his senses. "I … I just …"

"You still love her!"

"No. I don't", Matt snapped. "I know that for a fact. I just … I still respect what we had and I think … I know she can get better. She's a sensible person. Something happened that made her snap and changed her personality. I don't love her anymore, but I still care about her as a human being."

"So … let me get this straight", Amy blurted out, obviously frustrated and confused. "You … you don't want to get back with her, but you want to help her get back to the way she was? How is that not loving her?"

"I …" Matt was a bind. He had no comeback to that. Orton couldn't figure out a way around that question. "Okay … so … what … what if I do? Just because I still love Camilla doesn't necessarily mean I want to get back with her! I love her enough to recognize that her best position right now is to get away from me and get some help. What's the saying … I love her enough to let her go! I'm … I'm just trying to help her out the door, that's all."

Everyone took a little bit to sit back and comprehend Matt's outburst. Dave looked on silently, although Matt had the feeling he was satisfied with the direction Matt took. John and Randy had the same "Uh …" look on their face. Eric looked more angry than anything, but Amy seemed to be taking it well.

"Look, Matt …", Amy started, "... have you ever thought that she doesn't want your help? I mean, she's refused to get professional help and only dug herself deeper into her self-made hole! If you want to let her go, you need to either move out of the way or do it yourself. And by 'it', you know what that needs to be."

The two were almost having a staredown in the middle of the room. Randy could sense Matt didn't want to admit it, but he knew it needed to be done. On the monitor, Camilla was waiting for a response. Matt looked down at his portion of the tag team titles, then over to his brother. After a short while, Orton grabbed his belt and started walking towards the curtain.

"Burn In My Light" soon filled the arena, and the younger Orton came out to face his ex-wife one more time.

"You don't get, do you?", Matt asked. "Of course you don't. What am I saying? What happened in that fu … messed up head of yours, I'll never know. But what I do know is this: you don't need to be here. You don't need to be in front of all these people. You need to be in a padded room in a tight straightjacket!" There was an assortment of cheers in agreement with Matt. "As a matter of fact, that's my stipulation. If you want another match with me, you've got to be willing to go to rehab if you lose!"

Camilla didn't look phased, and the audience wasn't exactly looking for rehab as a punishment.

"And what do I get if I win?"

Matt hadn't thought this through beforehand. But in order to get Camilla to accept the match, Matt knew he was going to offer something big. Something drastic.

"If you win … we'll go out on a date. Another first date. Start things over again."

"Clever", he thought to himself. "A win-win situation?"

"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?", came Randy shouting in his mind from backstage.

Matt shut off his mind to Randy. Matt was going to be in charge of how he dealt with this. Not Randy. Not Amy. Not anyone else other than himself.

"Have Austin draw up a contract", Camilla began, "and we have a deal, big man."

Matt cringed when he heard that name. He didn't exactly like hearing his nicknames from his sex life broadcast on national television.

"1, 2, 3!"

The crowd roared in applause as Eric got up from pinning Maven. The match was pretty quick, with Eric taking advantage of a literal slip up by Maven by applying the Camel Clutch. Goldberg, who was sitting at the commentary table, then got up and did the usual intimidation bit. Even though Goldberg was much taller than Eric, Barringer played the part of underdog quite well, not standing down at all. Disappointingly, at least to Eric, the showdown ended without incident, as Goldberg backed out and walked up the ramp.

Eric did the same after going around and giving out high fives to the crowd around the ring and up the ramp. After getting back from being checked out by the trainer, Eric headed back to the locker room. He didn't feel the anger radiating out from the brothers; Randy and Matt had argued a bit when Matt came back from the opening segment. Amy had even joined in on Randy's side, criticizing Matt even after he seemingly realized what needed to be done.

"Barringer!"

Austin's voice called out from a door Eric had just passed by.

"Get your Orton friend and get yourselves in my office, hear?"

"I know he's from Victoria … but that southern accent comes through a whole lot more than I thought it would. Yeah … sure. Give me a second. Oh god … what did we do?"

Barringer jogged double speed to the locker room, only to find Dave and John seemingly guarding Randy. Matt was nursing a bloody nose with a small towel. Eric put two and two together and sighed.

"You know, the Orton temper is gonna get you two into trouble one day."

"One day?", Dave replied. "You know this has happened more than once. We all need anger management classes or something. Either that or a weekend in fucking Cabo or something."

Matt gave a soft chuckle as did Randy. Just like that, the two brothers were on good terms again. Eric didn't mind this rapid change of friends to enemies to friends again that happened every so often, but he did start to wonder how this would affect them in the long run.

"Matt, Austin wants us. I figure its for you to sign the contract, but I don't know what he wants me for."

"Alright. Give me a second." Matt unwrapped a small bag of mini marshmallows and popped a few, and in a few moments the blood clotted. Orton got up, grabbed his belt, and headed out with Eric towards the GM's office.

"You really still think its a good idea, Matt?"

"If I win, Camilla gets help. If I lose, which I won't, I can try to talk to her out of the view of the cameras and everyone else. I can try to get her to change her mind."

"So between you and me … was all those words you said to Amy a big fat lie?"

"No. Well … not all of them. I don't think I can ever take Camilla back. But there's someone out there for her. It just happened to not be me. I want her to get better so she can find that person."

"You should have said that to her. Makes a hell of a lot more sense than what you said to her before."

"You should know by now that I can't gather my thoughts quickly like that."

Austin's voice was the next thing they heard. Matt had signed the contract after a quick read-over. If Matt won, Camilla would have to successfully complete a stint in a rehab clinic or risk losing her job. If Camilla won, Matt would have to take her out on a date, with the same job loss stipulation. The match had been made no disqualification, which Matt had no qualms with. He wanted the situation over with as quickly as possible.

"So … what did you want me in here for, Austin?"

"Well, son … I wanted to tell you something. When I put you and that Cena kid in the World Heavyweight title match at SummerSlam, I thought you were main event material."

"Thought I was main event material?"

"Am I hearing an echo of myself? That's what I damn said, boy. You messed up that time and you messed up at Unforgiven. I'm giving you one more shot. If you can't win at Survivor Series in three weeks, you can't challenge for the belt as long as Cena or Goldberg has it. As for you, Orton, you're pulling double duty tonight. You and your brother are going up against the Dudleys. Lose, and they get added to your title defense at the pay-per-view."

Matt looked over at Eric, who was suddenly silent. Austin wasn't saying anything more and since their business was done, Orton ushered his best friend out of the room.

"Look, dude …", Matt started, "... don't think about what he said. Think about winning. Think about making Cena and Baldy tap out, right?" No response. "Eric! Dude! You gotta snap out of this!" Still no response. Matt knew Eric was blanking out. He had a reputation of doing his in high school whenever Eric was in a similar situation. He didn't want to do this, but Matt slapped Eric hard enough to make him stumble.

"Eric … if you want to take it out on me, do it."

"No. You have bigger fish to fry tonight. Just … just let me think about this."

Oh boy.

- Ex-husband vs. ex-wife is up next, with some unusual stipulations not often seen in the WWE.

- Afterwards, the brothers defend their honor against hardcore legends.

I think I'm back in my groove now. Chapters won't be churned out like they were in the first story and at the beginning of the second one, but I should be publishing at least one chapter every week and a half or so.

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