Before I start, I'd just like to thank everyone who commented on my 1st chapter.

Flashback: 1st April, 2005, at Randy Orton's home town, St Louis, Missouri.

"Happy Birthday to you!" yelled all the party guests together, "Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to Ran-dy! Happy Birthday to you!"

Orton was a bright, fluorescent red. He wasn't used to being sung at, especially by all his friends and family.

"Hey look! He's blushing, Aw, how cute!" Screamed out one of the guests, who happened to be Orton's current girlfriend, Stacy Keibler, "Come on guys, all together,"

"Awww" all the friends and relatives screeched.

"Guys stop it! I'm not blushing!" defensively yelled Randy even though he could feel his whole face burning, "I'm just…umm"

Laughing, the guests just walked away rolling their eyes' and head over to the cake that was about to be cut by the 'Birthday Boy'.

"Come on Randy, this cake ain't gonna cut itself!" his father said jokingly as he encouraged Randy to come over to the foot high, chocolate mud cake.

As his mother lit the 25 candles one by one, Orton head over to the cupboard in the kitchen containing the hundreds of knives. He pondered for a moment wondering why his mother had a large obsession with knives. He reached in and grabbed a serrated and rather large knife with a nametag stuck on to the bottom stating 'Birthday Cake Knife'. He sighed; his mother also had an obsession with nametags and labels.

As he turned around with the knife in his right hand, he got the shock of his life when he discovered one of his party guests', Mark Calloway, also known as 'the Undertaker' in the ring was standing right behind him. Apparently Mark got quite a fright too when Randy had turned around with a large knife in one hand.

"Argh!" Both men exclaimed as they 'jumped out of their skins', in fact, the self-proclaimed 'Legend Killer' had jumped so much he had accidentally thrown the serrated knife high in the air, and on decent, had narrowly missed his bare foot.

"Crap!"

Just like lightning, Orton's mother came racing into the room on account of the 'swear word' being said.

"Randal Keith Orton!" His mother cried, "I, I mean, We," referring to Bob Orton Junior, Randy Orton's father, who was standing in the doorway, "will not tolerate that kind of language in this household, that was not the way we brought you up!" She yelled and then walked off muttering to herself, "'Crap'? 'Crap'? Where did he pick up language like that?" She glared at Bob for a fraction of a second suspiciously, and then returned back to the candle lighting.

"Sorry Mum!" Orton replied while trying to sound sincere. With no reply, he simply hushed, "Oh, she'll be fine" to Mark and Bob.

"Nice work 'Birthday Boy'," chuckled Mark.

"Oh just shut up Mark," Randy snapped.

"Undertaker," Mark corrected.

"Fine. Undertaker. I don't understand why you don't like the name Mark…" Orton curiously stated.

"And you never will," the Undertaker added on swiftly.

"Smartass," Orton whispered under his breath as he bent down to the Birthday Cake Knife and carefully picked it up by the handle, he had had some bad experiences in the past picking up the other end of the knife, the sharp end. He rinsed it off with some hot water from the tap and dried it off. As he moved towards the kitchen doorway, Mark abruptly pushed in front and halted right before Orton.

He lowered his voice to a whisper and said, "I need to tell you something important Randy."

Of course, Randy's first reaction was, "Can't it wait? I have guests waiting for me to cut the cake."

"I suppose it could wait, but then, I would only be denying my inner soul."

"What the hell Mark? I mean Undertaker, what do you mean by denying your inner soul?"

"I don't think it is working out with Sara and me," The Undertaker said regretfully.

"Umm…I'm sorry to hear that," Randy Orton said sympathetically, "I don't know what to say, I'm shocked, and you two looked so happy together! Wait," he pondered for a moment, "Have you told anyone else this?"

"Only Sara, that's it," he replied.

"Why tell me its not working out with Sara before anyone else?" Randy curiously asked.

"Umm… well it's because you kinda broke up our marriage," responded Mark softly.

"What!" Shouted Orton, "What the hell did you just say? I broke up your marriage? How? I have never been near your wife! I promise I never had an affair with her!" He defensively barked.

"I know."

"Then why are you saying I broke up your marriage?" Randy asked.

"Well, I think I like you."

"I like you to, that's why I invited you to my 25th party, Taker, duh, I wouldn't invite people I didn't like! What loser does that?" Orton replied innocently.

"Umm… I don't think you understand me." Taker stated as Randy's face started to look a little lost, "Umm… I like you, as in, like you like you. You get what I'm saying?"

"Err…"

Taker gave up hinting, he wasn't getting it, so he gathered up all his courage and just said "I'm in love with you Randy Orton, that's why it isn't working out with Sara, I'm in love with you."

"What? Umm… T, Taker, I, I don't go that way, you should know that, I, I love Stacy," Randy Orton stuttered.

"And I love Sara, but I'm in love with you. Why can't you see that?"

Extremely embarrassed, Orton started to retreat while trying to make an excuse for himself leaving Undertaker so suddenly, "Umm… I'd, uhh… better, umm… cake, err…" Orton pointed at the knife still in his hand and then to the kitchen doorway, in the direction of the cake.

"Hmm…"

"Err… yeah" then rushed out of the room stumbling over a cord connecting the power and a light on his way.

Undertaker thought to himself, "Deny our love for now Orton, but you shall see the truth in good time boy."

So that's the end of the 2nd Chapter, I know it wasn't A+ material,

But I tried

And that's good enough

Right?

Right?

Hello?

Anyway, please comment, and assist me in ideas, even though I have an overall idea in my mind how it's all going to end up