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"I'll see you later, babe," Randy said before giving her a goodbye kiss. It was Friday, two days before the Vengeance pay-per view and Randy and Stacy had been fight free for a good two days. He whistled down the hall, he didn't care if his duffel bag was heavier than it usually was, he just felt great. "Hey Randy," he heard a voice coming from inside a locker room. He peeked inside, unfortunately it was too dark. He entered the room then switched the lights on, and at the same time the door closed behind him. He quickly turned around expecting to see Andrew or any of his friends but it was someone else. He tried to recognize him some more but it was too late, he went blank.

"Stacy, you better go with me, there's been an accident in the lowcarder's locker room!" Trish screamed in a worried tone as she dragged Stacy out of catering. Other wrestlers around heard what Trish yelled so they followed. "What, is it about Randy?" Stacy asked nervously trying to keep up with Trish who was grasping her thin wrists. They stopped in front of the door seeing Medical technicians, Vince McMahon, Paul, and Chris Benoit hunched over checking on someone. "What's going on?" Stacy asked the tears starting to pour from her brown eyes. A technician moved to the side letting Stacy have a view of who it was. "Randy!" She cried kneeling down beside him and weeping on his dress shirt. His face was bloody and he was unconscious. The EMT's placed him on a stretcher as Trish rubbed her back, she too was crying.

"Oh my gosh, Paul, I heard about what happened to Randy. Is he going to be alright? Do you have a clue who did this?" Stephanie asked over the phone. "I don't know, he's unconscious right now, he'll be back probably once he gets to the emergency room. Vince is with him and Stacy wanted to come but Vince said it was better if she wouldn't come to the hospital. She's right here in my locker room with Trish and Dave. Right now no one has a clue who it might be coz Andrew's not here and either are his friends. I'll call you back later to update, bye honey." Paul said before Stephanie said her goodbye and hung up.

"Stacy, Vince is on the phone. He'd like to talk to you." Amy said coming inside the room. Stacy walked to the phone outside and placed the receiver on her ear. "Stacy, I know you're probably upset that I didn't allow you to accompany your boyfriend to the emergency room. But hear me out, I don't want you to be breaking down here, it would be too complicated and I know Randy wouldn't want you seeing this." Her boss explained as Stacy wiped the tears from her eyes. "I want to add to that, that Randy's now conscious. He had to take several stitches, two under his eye and three above it. I'm not sure if he'd be able to wrestle this Sunday but I spoke to him minutes ago and he said that he doesn't want to miss the PPV. Unfortunately for him it's the doctor's decision. He doesn't want to see you right now, now don't take it badly; he just doesn't want you to see him in such bad shape. He agreed that maybe after a few hours. Paul will drive you here at around nine, okay?" Vince asked. "Okay, thanks sir." Stacy said softly sobbing between every word. "I just have one last question, you know that there's no way Drew could've done this so do you think there may have been someone from Randy's past or yours that could've?" Vince questioned. "It may be someone I know," Stacy muttered. "Who," Vince asked quickly. Stacy was apprehensive to give an answer but she had to, maybe to save Randy from further damage, "Colt Hamilton,"

"Who," Vince asked aloud not knowing who the hell Colt was. "When I was cheerleading for the Baltimore Ravens I got into a bad relationship with this ex football player and it only lasted three months but during that period he did everything possible worthy of ending a relationship. He cheated on me with several women; he abused me, and forced me to do things for him. I broke it up with him and he threatened to kill me. I reported his threat to the police and he served two years in prison. I heard last year that he was released and I figured that he might have forgotten but now I know that he's the only one capable of doing this to Randy. Vince, I'm so sorry." Stacy said beginning to cry at her last sentence. "Stacy, stop crying, he's going to be alright and it isn't your fault. We'll get to the bottom of this. And that's a promise." Vince finished before Stacy heard the "Click," from his phone.

Paul opened the door to Randy's room for Stacy. Stacy's eyes were still puffy from the crying session she had earlier but she didn't care about how she looked, all that mattered right now was her boyfriend. "Randy," she said running to the man she loved who was awake on the hospital bed. "Hey, babe," He softly said looking straight into her brown eyes even if she had obviously been crying. "Hey, Paul," he said turning to Paul who stood behind Stacy. "I heard about this Colt guy, don't worry about it, Stacy, it isn't your fault. Vince will deal with it." Randy said in a comforting voice even if he was the one physically injured. "It's just that everything's that gone wrong has something to do with my past." Stacy cried softly. "Please stop crying." Randy replied wiping the tears from her eyes. "I can't. I can't stop blaming myself for you being in this place you hate so much." Stacy added. "You didn't know that those guys you were with were assholes. Promise me you'll stop crying. I'm going to be fine. Remember when I promised you that I'll be fine. Look I'm not really in the best possible condition. But I am alive, right?" Randy asked putting a smile on both their faces. "But it's just that you weren't dealing with this much stuff before we started going out." Stacy informed. "I'll tell you time and time again, babe, if this is what it takes to be with the woman I'm in love with then I'm willing to take all possible risks." He assured. Stacy, who was touched by his words, leaned in to kiss him passionately. But before their lips touched Paul cleared his throat and they both looked up at him giving him a look telling him to go out. "Alright, alright, I'm on my way," Paul said aloud on his way out before they started where they had left off.

"Man, I've got some bad news." Dave said as he helped Randy pack up his things. It was Saturday and while his girlfriend was on her way to the destination for the Vengeance PPV he was just released from the hospital and later taking a private jet with Dave and Vince who were left to accompany the slightly injured wrestler. "Don't tell me doc changed his mind about me wrestling." Randy asked in a worried tone. "No, you're cleared; it's just that, that seven month title reign..." Dave paused and Randy knew what was coming and even if wrestling had a predetermined outcome, feelings always interfered in big matches. "No, please don't tell me I'm losing it." Randy said even more troubled. "I'm so sorry." Was all Dave could say. "Oh God," Randy said before he breathed in and out in order for him to control his feelings. Always know as the emotional yet tough one or the sensitive but incredibly competitive youngster, Dave was always perplexed on what to do when Randy would start acting like his emotional self. "It's okay, remember what Vince told us, when a door closes a window opens, wait, or is it the other way around?" Dave asked himself even more confused at what he told his friend. Randy smiled at Dave's question. It wasn't as if Dave was trying to loosen up Randy, it was just the way Dave stared into the ceiling thinking if what he said was reversed or not. "Ah, forget it," He muttered turning back to Randy who was smiling. "Thank God, you're fine. Man, just look at the bright side, you get to do a new promo." Dave finished.

"Baby," Randy greeted his girlfriend before kissing her quickly on the lips. "Hey," she replied softly breaking the kiss which had several viewers in the women's locker room. "Okay," Randy prolonged looking around seeing that the women were all in the room looking at her and Randy and that included twenty plus diva wannabes. "I'll see you later," He said. "Wait, I saw the card. I'm sorry about losing your title to Edge. Have you spoken to Adam?" Stacy asked in one breath. "Chill, babe, no worries. We'll train later, I'm not so upset, and in fact I'm pretty okay with it." Randy said confusing his girlfriend and several divas who knew Randy as the macho yet sensitive guy. "But didn't you get upset, cry?" Stacy asked. "Well I was upset but Dave told me something really weird but something I actually understood. It's hard to explain. Dave's a pretty complex guy, he's too difficult to talk about even for someone as gifted as myself." He joked cockily before Stacy slapped him on the arm. "Ouch, babe, have you been doing my workout routine? Because I swear if you'll keep doing it you'll have biceps like me then maybe after we can get matching tattoos and..." Randy said but he wasn't able to finish because his preposterousness caused Stacy to playfully push him out. "Stacy, he's so cute," A diva search girl, Maria, said from behind the group. "And so funny," Amy added. "You two are so great together," the twins, Chandra and Julia said together. "Match made in heaven," Trish whispered in her ear as Stacy blushed to all their compliments.

He rubbed his arm on the way to his and Dave's locker room but he stopped when he saw Scott Steiner flirting with a backstage worker. "Hey, Hale, can you excuse us." Randy said knowing the name of one of the sound people. He could tell that Haley didn't like the charm Scott was using on her to get her to go out with him. "Hey Scott," Randy greeted showing him a huge beam. "Drew told me what happened last time when you were all nice. I'm not falling for it!" Scott said meanly. "I'm sorry to say that you're falling into it. Because from what I recall I was the calm and cool one and Drew was the hot tempered and irate one and between the two of us, you're the latter." Randy informed. "What do you want to talk about?" He replied crossly. "Seriously, do you have anything to do with Colt Hamilton?" Randy asked. "I don't like you, Orton, and Andrew doesn't like you either but we have no clue who Colt is. I swear." Scott said sincerely. "Okay," Randy mumbled leaving Scott.

Randy picked up his phone after it had rung twice or thrice, "Hello," it was an anonymous caller but Randy didn't have much time to decide whether to answer or not so he pressed the green button. "Randy, this is Jim from FedEx and I will be delivering a package to you at about eleven PM at the arena where you are. It is very important that you get it immediately. Thank you and have a nice night." Jim said quickly before Randy could utter a word. "What the,"

"Nice match, you two. But I think there were too much rest holds." Vince said talking to both Adam and Randy after their match. "I'm sorry, Vince, I got really tired out there. I don't want to sound like I'm making a lot of excuses but it's got something to do with Friday." Randy apologized. "I understand, don't worry. Fans were into it and it was above average. I'll see you two after the show, alright?" Vince said as both Adam and I nodded our head. "You'll be alright, Randy?" Adam asked as he went through his blonde hair with his hands. "Yeah, I'll be fine," I said glancing up at the clock which read 11:10. "Oh, shoot, I've got to get a package. I'll see you later." Randy said running to the entrance.

"Hey, Kevin," he greeted the security guard. "Hey, Randy," He replied waiting for what Randy wanted. "I was wondering if the package came." Randy asked. "Nope, we don't let deliveries come in unless you've informed us but I heard there was a delivery van outside, I'll go check." Kevin offered. "No, I'll do it myself. Uh, wait, I got to get a shirt somewhere." Randy said looking around. "It's summer, you can go out wearing that," He said talking about Randy's wrestling trunks. "Haha, very funny," Randy said grabbing a Eugene shirt from one of the hangers.

"FedEx," he kept on repeating in his head even if he knew it was impossible to forget. He ran to the gate of the parking lot a bit shocked that no one was manning the place. He looked into the booth and found a guard lying there knocked out. He gasped not knowing what to do except to call for help. But when he turned around someone covered by some criminal mask punched him to the ground. The streetlamps began to blur and blood poured from his mouth and nose. His eyes were streaming with tears and his temples throbbing with the frequent pounds on his head. And the feeling of several kicks to your gut hurt like hell. But it all stopped after a while and at that same moment he felt his life come crashing into a complete halt.

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