A/N - Thanks so much for all your wonderful feedback guys. Well this is it, the big confrontation you've all been waiting for. I haven't really written a big fight scene like this other than the initial fight between the two earlier in this fic so I hope I did it justice. Anyways, please read and let me know if it lived up to expectations. I've never felt so much pressure about writing a chapter before lol.

The GPS system beeped indicating that he had reached his destination. Paul let out a weary sigh as he began to scan the tree lined street. Dave didn't give him a house number but somehow he felt that he wouldn't need it. He parked the car and got out, looking around him at the dark houses. It was late. He began to walk until he felt a shiver run down his spine. He turned to the right and just felt something click in his brain. This was the one, he just knew it. Just then something grabbed his attention as it flashed against the moonlight. His head snapped towards the window overlooking the street and saw another silver flash. His face tightened. This was definitely the right house. Not wasting another second, he ran to the door and practically kicked it right through.

"ORTON!"

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH?"

His eyes squinted to adjust to the darkness as every nerve ending in his body was at fever pitch. His senses were on overload. His ears picked up every little sound and his eyes scoured the empty living room for any scrap of movement. He was about to take a step forward when he heard rustling and a gentle squeak from the floorboards directly above his head.

"Got you," he muttered to himself as he quickly advanced up the winding staircase. The blood in his veins was simmering. It had been ever since this whole damn thing had started but it wouldn't be for much longer because he knew the second that he saw that fucker's face that he was going to lose it. He just hoped to God that he hadn't done anything to Stephanie because if he had he swore he was going to kill him. Again, he paused on the landing and took in his surroundings. There were two doors ahead of him to the right and one behind him. He turned to his right and stared at the two doors. He then turned around and looked at the one behind him. The tiniest sliver of light was creeping out from the space between the door and the floor. He tried to calm himself as he walked towards it and debated what to do. He could just barge in but he didn't know what he was facing. What if he had a weapon? What if he was going to use it on his wife? His fists clenched tightly. He didn't know what to do. He stood there for a few more seconds until the decision was made for him.

"PAUL!"

He immediately stiffened at the sound of Stephanie calling his name and then the loud smacking sound that followed along with her whimpers. A wave of absolute rage washed over his body and he kicked in the bedroom door. It flew open and smacked against the wall with the force of his kick. What seemed like hours in reality only took a few seconds. Paul spotted Stephanie lying on the bed holding her cheek. Her eyes looked puffy and full of fear but he swore he saw a flash of relief when they made contact with his. Orton stood over her with a menacing look on his face. He tore his eyes from his wife to look at the man that was trying to destroy their lives. Randy glared at him with an intense hatred in his eyes. And that was all it took.

Paul lunged at him, tackling him to the ground and immediately landing swift, hard punches to his face. He felt something sting his hands and looked down to see the knife that was currently swiping at them. With his attention momentarily averted, Randy used the opportunity to swipe viciously with the knife but Paul grabbed his wrist and forced it back to the ground. He banged it off the floor hard until the knife went flying across the floor and out of their reach. He watched it for a second too long as Randy punched him hard in the jaw and sent him flying backwards. Paul's head lolled to the side and through his blurry vision he saw somebody sitting over by the radiator. He shook his head and sat up to see Randy scrambling to get to the knife. With a surge of energy he quickly got back to his feet and launched himself at the other man. He managed to catch his foot, causing him to stumble forward and into the wall. Paul got to his feet but as soon as he did, Randy tackled him backwards and they both crashed through the dressing table with a heavy thud.

Stephanie cried out in horror as she watched them fight. She was afraid one of them was going to do something they would regret. She didn't want Paul going to prison. That's why she had to stop this.

"Don't do it Stephanie," called Samantha when she saw the other woman make a move to get off the bed.

Stephanie glanced at her. She could see the fear in her eyes. They were both scared to death. But she couldn't let this go any further. They were going to kill each other for God sakes. "I have to do something, Sam." With that, she turned her attention back to the other side of the room where both men were slowly picking themselves up from the ground.

Randy got to his feet first and shook himself off. Paul had taken the brunt of the impact and he was still laying there grasping at his ribs. A sick smile crossed his face as he gave him a hard kick before he dropped down beside him and grabbed a handful of hair. "You really thought you could just walk in here and save the day, didn't you?" He levelled his face before punching him square in the jaw. Paul's head smacked off the ground from the impact. He fought to stop his head spinning but Randy landed another kick to his ribs which were screaming in agony.

"Well I'm fucking sorry, Paul. But this is my game," Randy leaned down and grabbed his face. "And you lose," he whispered evilly. He turned and looked for the knife. It was time to finish this for good.

Paul tried with all he had to get up. He groaned in pain as he managed to sit up. But the pain in his body was absolutely nothing compared to the pain he felt when he saw Stephanie get off the bed and run towards Orton. His heart caught in his throat when he saw the other man grab her and kiss her hard, his hands roaming all over her and touching her in places he had no business touching. He snapped. He absolutely and completely snapped as an overwhelming instinct to protect the woman he loved kicked in. A new found surge of adrenaline pumped through his veins and as fast as he could manage, he got to his feet and moved towards them.

Randy was too pre occupied with how wonderful it felt to finally have everything he ever wanted in his grasp that he didn't see the other man advancing on him. He reluctantly broke away from Stephanie and turned around to see her husband's reaction. But instead of the heartbroken expression he was expecting, he was met with the hardest punch he had ever felt in his life as Paul's fist smashed into his face. He went reeling and fell against the headboard and the bedside table. His head was spinning a mile a minute and he could barely make out that another punch was on its way. Again, a hard fist connected with his face. The force of the blow completely took it out of him. He began to panic as he realised that he couldn't even defend himself. He raised his heavy arms aimlessly as he tried to stop the barrage of punches that were raining down on him until everything.............began............to....turn...............black.............

Stephanie rushed to her husband's side and tried to pry him off the prone Randy Orton who hadn't moved in a good while. She was scared to death of the look she had seen in his eye as he landed the first punch. He looked possessed. He had acted like a man possessed as he continually punched Randy over and over. She grabbed his arm. His body was shaking.

"Paul!"

"Stop!"

" STOP!"

" Paul, please!"

Paul dropped his fist and turned to look at his wife. Her tear streaked face and sobbing cries finally worked their way through him. He tried to calm his breathing as he shook violently. The adrenaline was still pumping through his veins. He glanced down at the bloody face of on the floor and sighed. His hands were aching and he was sure he had broken them but he didn't care. He couldn't even remember what the hell he had done. That thought should have scared him but he didn't give a shit. The fucker deserved it. He felt Stephanie's hand running along his arm.

"It's over," she hushed before collapsing into his arms. "It's over."

Samantha cried helplessly. She watched as Paul and Stephanie got to their feet. They clung to each other until Stephanie broke their embrace and walked towards her. Paul gingerly limped over and together they set her free. She looked at Paul and a jumble of emotions ran through her body. He had literally just punched her husband unconscious. But the truth of the matter was, he hadn't really been the husband she knew and loved for a long time. Despite that, she couldn't help herself as she walked over to where he lay. He was wriggling around as he moaned. She caught sight of his face and gasped at how puffy and bloody it was. They had literally tried to kill each other. She didn't know what the hell to do. Should she call the police? She was definitely going to need an ambulance too, for both of them. She glanced over her shoulder to see Stephanie inspecting her husband's hands as he sat on the edge of the bed. But her heart almost leaped out of her chest when she turned around and saw her husband reaching for the knife that lay just above him. He grabbed it and with whatever energy he had left, he stumbled to his feet and made a beeline for the bed.

"LOOK OUT!" she yelled but it was too late. In one swift movement, Randy had yanked Stephanie back into him and now had the knife pressed dangerously to her throat. She saw the distraught look that crossed Paul's face and quickly decided that this was it. This thing had to end. It was going too far. She ran out of the room in search of a phone.

"You think........this is......over?" Randy slurred as he moved even further away from the bed pulling Stephanie with him. "I SAY WHEN THIS IS OVER!" His hand shook as he yelled. Stephanie gulped when she felt it nick against her skin. She thought it was over but she had clearly been very wrong. It was only about to get worse.