Someone in Control

Disclaimer: Don't own shit except for this story and my copy of "Someone in Control" by Trapt.

Author's Note: Hey, notice how the last chapter was in first person. Not all the chapters are going to be like that. Some chapters will be in first person and I'll notify on which person's point of view it's envisioned through. Italics are lyrics in the form of thoughts.

Chapter 2: Batista Ejected

Randy watched through the monitors backstage as the Champions circled around Batista like hungry vultures circling around their prey. Randy was about to relive every lash, whip, smack, kick, punch that he got from the League as Batista felt them first hand. The big question that ran through Randy's mind was "Who is the next World Heavyweight Champion?" Randy had a feeling that he already knew as the Champions grabbed Batista's hand and feet and held him up so that he was completely helpless and defenseless. As his feet touched the mat while he was being held up, a familiar music played as green lights vaguely engulfed the arena. The Game was back. He was the new World Heavyweight Champion and this, this was not a good thing.

Randy cringed every time Batista got a hit. He never necessarily liked Batista, he never knew him much, never befriended him. They were just "some guy" to each other, but the beating Batista got was so much like Randy's that Randy couldn't help but feel bad for the Animal. He knew what was going through Dave's head. He knew it all. He saw Victoria deliver a blow to Batista. She was one vicious bitch.

In a quick second, Randy's anger flared as John utilized the F-U on Batista. Randy clenched his fist; he wanted to smash John Cena in half. With one last look at the monitor, Randy turned his head and walked back to his locker room. This was one of the strange times that when he got so angry that he didn't know what he was feeling. No emotions swept through his face. He was indecipherable. When you saw him, all that came into your head was "Holy shit." Randy would just be a black and white object. You couldn't see through him. Angry was an emotion but his anger drove him to not be angry, not to feel a thing. Just go completely numb.

Triple H was having a blast. He was the Champion and now everything was under his control, just like it should be. Celebrations and parties were in order for the new Champion. Lights, strippers, music, beer, and LOTS of gold were present. It was going to be a fun night for the League.

Randy sat at the edge of Stacy's bed sipping his beer as Stacy tried out some outfits she got from the costume and attire closet for the Divas. Randy just watched, he enjoyed watching, it was one of his favorite passive hobbies, observing nature as it pleasures him in the mind's eye. Stacy watched him from the reflection in the mirror and smiled. Randy smiled back and sipped his beer. Sometimes he would just pull himself away from the world around him, maybe take something with him, a person or character, a memory or thought, maybe even another side of him.

Stacy finished going through her wardrobes and looked at Randy. Randy met her gaze and smiled once again. "You look beautiful." He murmured. Stacy giggled and sat beside him. The innocent giggles soon faded into the uncomfortable closing silence. The only barely audible sounds that could be heard by each other were their breaths. Randy, who once never had a loss of words would now always be close to silent. Stacy would never know what to tell him, for their conversations would fade as fast as it starts. They had an awkward relationship, if you could even call it a relationship. In Randy's mind, they weren't much more than fuck buddies, he could honestly admit he cared for her, he cared for many people, but he didn't want anything more. He didn't want a relationship. Stacy knew this well, although somewhere in her heart she wanted him to be with her, for him to want more than this little benefiting game they played. She understood what they had but just because she understood it, it didn't stop her from wishing they could be something more. She was too timid to confront him and she was too attached to lose him so for the time being, what they had was good enough for her.

Randy soon stood up and threw away his can and grabbed his leather jacket. "I'm gonna go to bed in my room tonight, sorry, so I'll talk to you tomorrow or something?" Stacy looked down hiding her gloom and nodded. Randy walked out the door and towards his room, he could hear heavy arguing from a couple doors down, he knew who it was as well.

"Well I'm sorry if you feel like I'm some sort of chore or responsibility. I'm sorry that it seems like this is just something you have to do or take care of, even if it bores you!" Lita screamed. You never listen to me, you cannot look me in the eyes. I have struggled to see why it's so easy to push me aside...

"Maybe if you weren't causing so much fucking trouble with your slut ass, I wouldn't fucking feel that way!" Edge retorted. "Maybe you should have never left Matt Hardy. He's right, you are a slut." Edge slurred before leaving the room, storming off past Randy as he went. He would be back, he loved her and Randy knew it. Randy continued a bit, hearing the blasts of Lita's life crushing music. She bawled her eyes out on the floor and didn't care if anyone saw her. Lita and Randy, they went back a long way, was the cause of this new friendship between them. As the words of "Disconnected" by Trapt blared out through the boom box speakers, Randy watched her cry. Lita knew Randy was in her presence. She just looked up and tried to pretend nothing was wrong. That everything would be fine. She wiped her eyes and mustered the closest thing to her toughest voice.

"What do you want?" Lita muttered. Randy just looked at her for a while before opening his mouth.

"Music is just a way for you to bleed." Randy spoke, and with that said, he walked down the hall and into his room.

End of Chapter

Alright so here's the next installment. Thanks for the reviews. I just wanted to throw in a memorial/tribute thing. Eddie, you stole our hearts and we'll miss you. Rest in peace. Nosotros tu amor.