Finally, I have posted a new chapter of this story! Truth be told, I have had this done for a while, but I completely forgot to post it until now since I'm working on WrestleMania.

Disclaimer: WWE & Randy Orton are the properties of Vince McMahon and himself. This is a fanfic and nothing more. Azrael, Ridley, and Seras are mine.

March 28, 2011

Chicago, IL

Allstate Arena

Backstage/Ring

9:00 PM

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked for what seemed like the millionth time. "We don't have to do this."

"I told you, I'm fine. It doesn't even bother me right now," Randy told me through clenched teeth. His knee was heavily taped from Punk's attack the week before.

We were standing in gorilla position watching the footage that was playing of Punk & Seras attacking Ridley. I growled. Punk & Seras came back into focus. Punk was sitting Indian style in the ring. Seras had her arms draped over the top rope, keeping a protective gaze on Punk like she was his big sister instead of his manager and tag team partner for WrestleMania. I couldn't take it anymore. WrestleMania was only six days away and that was too long for me, especially with what had happened since the Royal Rumble stuck on repeat in my head.

I was determined to stay ahead of Randy so his leg wouldn't be Punk's main focus, but he limped right beside me anyway. I slowed down so he could keep up. I knew he would thank me for it later, considering he had done the same for me when I injured my leg the year before.

Before we passed through the curtain, I heard Punk say, "Seras and I will close this sick and twisted chapter at WrestleMania." Then I heard the sound of a mic hitting the canvas.

Just as we passed through the curtain, I couldn't hear a single thing. My main focus was right in that ring. I didn't even look in the camera that was right in front of me. I knew Randy was right beside me as we entered the ring. That was when Punk and Seras attacked. I eventually fought Seras off and knocked her down with a couple of clotheslines and a snap-scoop slam. I started pounding the mat, acting like I'm going to Liplock her, but I stopped and looked over at Randy. He smirked at me and I smirked back, but I'm sure my concern must have shown in my eyes. Only my closest friends and family could have seen it.

He reassured me with a wink and then prepared to punt Punk. I watched him, the smirk still on my face. Randy ran toward Punk, but he fell down. My smirk fell as both Punk & Seras slid out of the ring. I ignored them and ran toward Randy. I heard someone enter the ring, but I couldn't find it in myself to care. Suddenly, someone grabbed me and dragged me to the ropes. I kicked and screamed, trying to get away, but that person held onto me tightly. At that moment, I could hear the crowd booing both Punk and Seras. I glanced at the person holding me and saw it was Seras. She was doing something with my hands. When she moved her hands away, I saw that I was handcuffed to the middle rope right next to where Punk and Randy were.

Punk looked over at me and said, "Consider this justice, Azrael."

I shook my head as he looked back at Randy as he limped around the ring. Punk cornered him and took his leg out. Randy went down to the mat.

"NO!" I screamed.

The crowd was still booing Punk & Seras as Randy rolled around in pain. I glared at Punk as I attempted to go after him, to help Randy, but the handcuffs were holding me back. Punk smirked at me as he lifted Randy up and laid him out with the GTS.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU BASTARD!" I shouted, attempting to kick him, but he was out of reach.

He smirked at me and exited the ring, followed closely by Seras. His music was playing as they headed to the back, Punk walking backwards and watching me with a sick smirk on his face.

Backstage
10:30 PM
I refused to leave his side after that. I was sitting by him backstage. He had his knee on my lap and ice on it instead of the tape.

"What a way to spend the week of your birthday," I joked. We both laughed.

Randy grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. "I guess we won't be able to find out if I owe Rid $20, for now at least," he answered.

I looked at him incredulously. "Of course we can! We could play board games or card games instead of video games. She didn't say it had to be video games," I reminded him.

"True, but she also didn't say anything about just board games or card games."

I opened my mouth to say something, but I heard footsteps coming our way. Randy immediately glared at his knee. I almost cocked an eyebrow at him, but I saw the cameraman and Scott Stanford, holding a microphone as always. Instead, I looked down at Randy's knee and clenched my fist and my teeth. I could see the camera moving up to look at Randy's face. Randy looked over at me, causing me to look up. I opened my mouth again to say something, but the memories came back. I closed my mouth and clenched my fist even tighter. Randy squeezed my hand and I opened my fist.

"Excuse me, Randy, everyone wants to know: Can you make it to WrestleMania?" Scott inquired.

I refused to look at the interviewer. I was angry and I wanted to let it out, but letting it out on Scott would just get me a 60 day suspension, which meant counting down the days until I could get back in the ring. That was something I didn't want, especially that close to WrestleMania.

"I have serious anger issues. I've ended the careers of men I barely knew, simply because I could. Raea's even helped me and did so on her own, simply because she could," he stated, motioning to me. "But we have never despised a human being more than we do CM Punk and SVR. The question shouldn't be whether I'll make it to WrestleMania. It should be will CM Punk and SVR make it out." He glared past the cameraman.

I looked at where he was glaring and saw our two opponents at WrestleMania, watching our interview. I glared dangerously at them. "Six," I mouthed. I couldn't wait any longer.