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Here's chapter 10:

The morning sunlight finally penetrated through the small, boxed hotel's room's faded curtains. Slowly, the room was overwhelmed with the bright morning sunshine, forcing Mr Orton to reluctantly wake up from his slumber. Randy's eyes gradually cracked open and his five senses (Because I don't believe he'd have a sixth sense) came back to him. He leisurely sat up and looked around the room, allowing his mind to absorb his surroundings. He began to stand up but as he did however, he felt a splitting pain in his back that sent a tingling sensation through the rest of his torso forcing him to sit back down.

Crappy bed springs. Randy thought as he turned his head around to get a glance at his back, admiring all the temporary dents and craters the bed springs had caused. Though despite of the tacky bed springs, he had had a rather good and undisturbed night sleep due to the lack of disturbances from the neighbouring rooms that he usually received.

He looked over at Nick Patrick who was still sleeping peacefully in his pullout bed. Randy sighed; obviously the morning sun hadn't disturbed Nick like it did to him, but then again, Randy had the bed closest to the window so that would be a logical explanation to why Nick could sleep in longer.

Randy stood up again, only this time more carefully and without the quivering sensation, stretched his arms, and walked over to his sports' bag that had been dumped on the floor last night. He bent over and picked it up by the handles and walked over to the only other door in the box room other than the door to the hotel's hallway, the bathroom. Randy turned the bathroom door's metal handle revealing a small, cramped, white-tiled room containing a small bath and shower cross, a toilet and a basin with the welcome soaps on the side. Above the sink was a small mirror that contained a little cabinet behind it. Randy stepped into the room as he shut (and locked) the bathroom door behind him and dumped his bag on the floor. He reached into the bath and shower cross and turned on the shower tap. (A/N: I'm not going into detail in this part. Use your imagination. All I can tell you are that he took a shower, shaved, etc, you know, all the standard stuff as well as the other crap a man does of a morning).

After about an hour within the bathroom, Randy walked out with a toothy grin on, wearing some nice clothes. He had spiked up his hair as usual and looked like a million dollars (A/N: That was just a random EXPRESSION I used. Nothing more. Nothing less).

"About time you came out, I thought you must have fallen down the toilet and got stuck. I was afraid I was going to have to go in and rescue you," Nick Patrick said as he saw Randy emerge from the dinky, white-tiled room. Randy's toothy grin vanished instantly and was replaced with a superficial, super-happy smile.

"Oh ha-ha, you are so funny." Randy said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "You know you should really consider becoming a stand up comedian, you would be perfect for that job because you are just so funny." His false smile he had put on to amplify his sarcasm faded and returned to its normal state. "So how long have you been up?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Me? Oh, I suppose I've been awake for about half an hour, which was around the time you started dropping those bombshells into the poor toilet. And a curtesy flush would have been nice you know," Nick laughed. (A/N: I'm sorry, toilet humour is the lowest form of comedy and because this segment is related to potty humour, it's rather tacky, but I felt like it because I'm rather stuck for ideas)

"Screw you."

"No thanks." Nick laughed, still keeping his cool. "Look, I'd love to stay and chat about the war that you had in the bathroom against my toilet but if you don't mind; I'd like to go into that bathroom you've been hogging for the past hour and have a nice hot shower and get ready myself. That is unless you've already used up all the hot water."

"Shut up man! Leave me alone," said Randy as he picked up his bag again and threw it out the bathroom door. He glanced over at the clock on the wall, 9.32am it read.

Perfect. This is the perfect opportunity to escape from Nick and his comments because he's really starting to piss me off now.

"Oh, I'd better be off Nick, sorry I can't stay longer but I have an um…" Randy paused from a moment, trying to think of the most believable bluff to escape from the room because he didn't think Nick would appreciate the truth very much. "I have a meeting with Vince at 10 so I'd better leave."

"Ha, nice bluff Randy -"

Damn it! Nick saw right through me!

"- That's right, I saw right through your bluff -"

Hey, that's what I was just thinking.

"- Yeah, that's right, I know what you're thinking -"

Oh Lord! He can read my mind!

"- No, I can't read your mind Randy, your facial expression gives it away."

"Oh"

"I know you don't have a meeting with Vince, but you obviously don't want to stay here in this crap-hole so you can just go," Nick Patrick said sounding completely understanding.

"Really?" Randy said sounding a bit too excited than he had planned at the prospect of leaving the box. Nick nodded. "Thanks Nick, I'll see you round. And thank you for letting me stay here in your 'humble' hotel room," he laughed.

"No problem, if I was staying with you and the room smelt like this I'd want to go too. Now be off with you," Nick said, trying to make the last part sound as if he were from the Middle Ages, for no particular reason what so ever, might I add.

Randy gathered up his clothes on the floor that had fallen out when he threw his unzipped bag out of the bathroom before he picked up his bag and walked out of the hotel box, I mean room, out of the hotel room. As soon as he shut the hotel room door, it finally dawned on Randy that Nick had just ripped on him again about the bathroom thing.

"Christ!" He exclaimed in frustration as he slammed his hand on one of the hotel's walls before taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly to relax his mind.

Pushing his frustrations out of his mind, Randy walked over to the elevator and pressed the button which had an arrow that was pointing up with his right index finger. He watched the button's clear boarder light up, obviously when he pushed the button in, it triggered something to turn on the light from behind.

While waiting for the elevator's door to open, Randy allowed himself to slip into a state of deep thought and concentration and let his thoughts and feelings engulf his mind. (A/N: That sounds a bit Buddhism like, eh?)

Taker, the Undertaker, I have to work out my problems with The Undertaker! I mean, it wasn't even my fault; I did my hair to make myself look good, not because I want to make Taker feel as if I care more about doing that than our friendship, than our relationship. Seriously, do I really, honestly act like I care about my appearance more than anything else?

Randy had to think about that for what felt like an eternity, even though it obviously wasn't because the elevator doors still hadn't opened to reveal the interior of a lift. But no matter how certain and convinced Randy felt about not acting like he cared about his appearance more than his and the Undertaker's relationship, every time he asked himself that same question he swore he heard a small whisper in the back of his head that kept repeating the word, yes. Was he really acting like that? Did he really give the impression as if he'd prefer to fix up his hair than spend a day with Mark Calloway to others?

Yes. No. Yes you do. No I don't.

He was having an on going debate with his mind and the small voice in the back of his head, when all of a sudden; a small ding broke his concentration.

"What the – oh," Randy said.

It's just the elevator.

The elevator's metal doors slowly opened. When it was wide enough to squeeze through, Randy picked his bag up from off the hotel's maroon carpet floor and moved it into the lift with him and pressed the level 5 button and observed the push button's boarder light up like the one in the hallway. He turned his attention to the hallway watching it gradually shrunk as the thick, metal doors concealed him within the elevator. Randy eyed off the reflection of himself that had formed when the metal doors closed together and relaxed his muscles as he felt himself being transported up a level.

Once again, he heard the small ding sound and the metal doors unsealed themselves to expose the level 5 hallway with the same maroon carpet floor and white walls as level 4 had. Randy picked his sports bag up from the floor again, and threw it over his right shoulder. He looked at his watch again and took a step out of the elevator before it could conceal him. Orton sighed heavily and began to walk down the rather long hallway. He had his blue eyes glued to one side of the hall, making sure not miss his hotel room. At last, he reached the single door he was looking for that contained the single person he wanted to see.

Randy took another deep breath, before gathering up the nerve to raise his hand that was clenched into a fist in preparation to knocking on the door. He took his fist back a bit before rushing it forward where it connected with the wooden door and repeated the action two more times (a.k.a. three knocks on the door). He waited for a minute, but there was no answer. Randy knocked again but once again, to no avail. Finally, he decided to reach into the depths of his bag and retrieve the spare hotel key that happened to fit perfectly in the door's key-hole before him. He retrieved the small silver key from his bag's side pocket and brought it to the door's lock; carefully pushing it in. Randy grabbed the handle part of the key and slowly began to twist it in an anti-clockwise direction until he heard a little click. He gripped the hotel's metal door handle and slowly rotated it to one side as he pushed the heavy door open. The room was pitch black, the curtains in this hotel room actually blocked out morning sunlight unlike the ones in Nick and Charley's room. Randy looked into the room, but couldn't see anything.

"Hello?"

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Sorry about the shortness.

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