A/N: Wow, its been awhile. Sorry bro's.

-Three Weeks Later-

Randy had held his act together all through these passed few weeks. People actually believed that he was completely broken because of this whore, oh and at the loss of Chris Jericho as well. It was headlined everywhere that 'Two of the most popular wrestlers had been murdered.' Many of the other wrestlers were silently freaking out because they thought that a serial killer was after them... and they thought of who the next victim could be.

But after the three weeks had passed, they all, well most had gotten of this fear because another life was still not taken. The cops assumed it was a wrong place, wrong time thing that had happened to both these superstars.

On the last night of the third week, Kelly's body was recovered. On the inside, Randy was somewhat frightened that they would figure out that it was he who did this to Kelly... but her body was far too gone to even be able to tell who it was.

Today was the day of the funeral of this Diva. Randy got himself ready, and decided that it was best for Jayme not to attend with him.

-xxx-

The funeral home was hot with all of the bodies within it… it was summer time which added onto the heat. Randy wiped the oncoming sweat off of his forehead and exhaled deeply all he wanted was to get out of here and go back home to his baby girl.

Randy looked around at all of the people surrounding him… he had no idea that all of these people we're so broken about the loss of Kelly. He shrugged too bad for them… he really could have cared less. People asked him why he wasn't mourning over the death of his wife he said simply… well actually he kept silent.

"May we now have a moment of silence for the deceased? " The priest said out loud. Everyone sat down and prayed for Kelly. Randy didn't though… he just looked around at all of the poor people that actually liked the whore. He tried not to laugh during the silence… but he did however smirk. This was all his doing and all Kelly's fault. Just like these people… that bitch is silent... but its forever for her. Randy stood up and walked out of the morgue… he couldn't stand to be there any longer.

Randy heard footsteps echoing off the pavement from behind him. He turned his head slowly, and glanced up. Behind him was one of his best friends; Cody Rhodes.

"Randy, where are you going?" Cody spoke.

He fully turned to his best friend, and looked him dead in the eye, "I can't be here anymore." It wasn't a lie; he couldn't bare to be in the same room as the filthy whore any longer.

Cody's eyes narrowed, "Well alright... I'll see you around," He said in a weird tone. Randy could sense that Cody didn't really know what to make of this... which was false. Cody knew exactly what to make of this... he was starting to catch on to Randy's weirdness about this whole situation...

Randy and Cody turned away from one another. Randy walked to his car, thinking of how strange Cody was being about this... why did he care? And Cody walked away, many ideas filling his head, of what was wrong with Randy. Until he got this crazy idea...that...

Randy killed Kelly.

A/N: Sorry this was so short... it was just kind of like a filler. Three or four chapters left :D