Published September 2011; This didn't come from the public Beyond The Mat roleplay website. This came from elsewhere; Randy's character with another writer's OC diva character were in a long-term relationship. This relationship's beginning can be found in our story "Ladies, Do Not Let RKO Buy You Anything". The near-meltdown with Hunter is in "Intricacies of an ugly breakup." It ended badly, and this is the 'official cleanup', how Randy handled things at home. Some might think it was an "I don't give a fuck" attitude. Quite the contrary. But it is easier to remain behind an emotional wall.
Reviews welcome. This is also being published for our current, public Beyond The Mat players and followers to understand our Randy a bit better; this breakup was recent.
Promptly at 3, the guy Bill showed up. Bill was also a wrestling fan, Randy had learned within mere moments-the guy sort of marked out when he realized it was "THE Randy Orton" who he was seeing before his eyes.
Randy downplayed everything. Offered the guy a bottled water, and was quiet and professional. Didn't want to talk shop. Didn't want to say anything that could hit a dirt sheet either. You know how marks are.
Randy did stand by as Bill was doing the inventory. Maybe Bill had been hoping to find some of Eve's ring gear, but didn't. It was just regular clothes and regular possessions. Much of the diva costumes stay with wardrobe and Randy hadn't found so much as an elbow pad when it came to female gear.
The inventory did take quite some time, though. As Bill went through the dresser drawers that Randy motioned to inventory, Randy was also doublechecking his stuff, to make sure none of it got mixed in. He realized he'd put that necklace in his pocket, and turned it over to Bill. "This needs to be accounted for."
Some time later, they'd finished. Bill had asked if "being a Superstar is as cool as it looks?" Mind you, this guy's probably 5-7 years older than Randy. So he's really no kid. Randy just sort of shrugged and said, "Well, you tell me. You're here inventorying shit, obviously I've got problems just like anybody else." Randy hadn't said it in a nasty tone but he did leave no room for the discussion to be reopened.
When everything had been documented, Bill said they had to go over some paperwork so Randy led the guy downstairs to the dining room. There, the papers came out, like insurance riders and some waivers and shit like that. Randy had to fill in the address of where the stuff was going to be moved to, sign some stuff, and put a deposit down.
This wasn't cheap, but it was efficient, and it was secure. This isn't borrowing a couple pals to move shit and if something gets broken, oh well, too bad, it happens, tough shit. This isn't a girl having to come in and struggle either. No. It's big guys who do this for a living, who are licensed and bonded and shit. If they were to break something, there's a process on how to have it refunded or replaced.
Randy and Bill shook hands after the paperwork was complete, and the movers would be there at 8am. There would be a 3-man crew. The job was estimated to take 4 hours total, from packing the inventoried items in the house, to loading the truck, then traveling to the destination and unloading. They weren't being paid to unpack the stuff, obviously. Randy wouldn't have thought to ask that, nor would he think such a service exists. Either way, this would be the last night that "the inventory," as he was now thinking of Eve's belongings, would be in the house.
Sure, it ended badly. But it could've ended a lot worse. He wondered if she ever thought about that. He could've pressured Hunter and made a mockery of her in the locker room: He hadn't. She could've had him arrested at certain points; she didn't. But call it inequality, he'd buy the best lawyers he could and then have gone after her legally and made her absolutely fucking miserable. He wasn't the young, dumb kid who thought that revenge was just mixing up self-tanner and lotion in a girl's purse to make her think somebody shit in it.
No. Older, wiser Randy would have acted with more far-reaching and lasting repercussions. Why? Because he could. Because money allows him to. Because a spitefulness and a desire to see those who he feels has wronged him, punished, lives inside his head. As long as he's not provoked, this will be the end of it and he'll continue to remain civil.
If he is provoked, it will not end well.
The guys got to the house about an hour ago, and unfortunately, they were pretty loud going up and down the stairs. They wore steel-toed boots and they weren't small guys. Randy had cringed more than a few times, because he knew Tyler got woken up, Cody was still trying to sleep and Goldie's kid was up there, too.
But the guys were professional at what they did, stairs-manners aside. One guy must have interned at The Gap or wherever the fuck the way he was folding the clothes from dresser drawers and putting them in boxes. Garments that were hanging in the closet were being put in wardrobe boxes. Those boxes were actually pretty cool (and not cheap); with the hanging bar inside, things just went straight from the closet on their hangers right into hanging inside the box. Box after box was getting packed. It boggled the mind of how much stuff was coming out of that closet. Jesus Christ.
Things requiring care were being marked on the boxes "Fragile", and being wrapped appropriately either in tissue or bubble wrap. Again, it seemed impossible that large hands could show the care and not clumsiness in this instance. Particularly when Randy saw them wrapping the Murano Glass favors that would've been for the wedding that was never going to happen.
Randy offered and brought up some bottled water for them, and wasn't so much as hovering over them-he was trying not to hover-but to stand by, make sure nothing got left behind. He went through the dresser drawers one more time and there was nothing of hers left in there. He went in and brought a box into the master bath for when the guys got that far. Eve's makeup, shampoos and shit like that were in there. He assembled the box and opened the medicine cabinet, taking out anything that wasn't his or Tyler's and putting it on top of the vanity on the countertops to the sides of the double sinks.
Her hair products and styling tools were in the vanity drawers. and out they came too. Randy took care to wrap the electric cords around them, and did another pass through the cabinets to make sure there wasn't anything of hers left. One thing he did not want to deal with was hearing that she didn't get all of her shit, that it wasn't packed. Or a false accusation that he kept anything for spite. He might be petty sometimes, but he's not that petty. There was even a bottle of Calvin Klein Unisex cologne that wasn't on the inventory list and Randy was pretty sure it was his, but since there was a question in his mind on whose it was, he set that out to be packed, too.
Better safe than sorry.
He left the master bath and the men were still attacking the closet. One turned and looked at Randy. "We're about halfway through packing," he said, "and we should start loading the truck in about an hour."
Randy nodded and told them, "I'm downstairs if you need me," and headed that way.