AN: Meh, short chapter, but I think I deserve it after all the chaps I've been spitting out over the past few days. More evil Dave! Enjoy!
(Jessie)
The next few days passed pretty uneventfully, and soon it was time for June's Pay-per-view, Over the Limit, as I remember it.
"Look, Jess," Randy told me when we got to the arena the show was at. "Dave's still going to be running around.
"I don't need a babysitter…" I muttered. We had been arguing over it the whole way there. "What if I promise just to stay in catering the whole time?"
"There might not be people in catering the whole time," John pointed out.
"Look, I'd just feel safer if somebody was with you, just in case. For me?" I looked into the front seat and saw his face.
"Fine, Randall, but I will NOT be happy," I said grumpily.
"Yeah yeah, suck it up. You'll thank me for it later."
And so, that's how I found myself just kinda chillin' in a room with a couch, a TV, and Mike Mizanin.
"I'm bored!" Mike whined about the first five minutes we were in there.
"Yeah, well I'm not exactly having the time of my life, either," I mumbled.
"Wanna play a game?" he asked suddenly.
"Sure!" I said. "Why don't you just whip out Monopoly?"
"Aw, don't get sarcastic with me. I'm just bored…" I rolled my eyes.
"Would you like me to remind you WHO'S babysitting WHO?" I asked.
And that's about how the next two hours lasted. By the time Mike got the text, we were both up to about HERE with each other.
"Y'know, you're a lot more fun when we're doing something interesting," he said. His phone rang once and he looked down at it while I laughed out loud in disbelief.
"Wow, y'know, I think you might just be a girl!" He smiled as he read his phone.
"Wulp, we won't have to deal with each other anymore! Randy says go meet him in his locker room. Can you make it there on your own?"
"If it meant getting some space from YOUR whiny butt, I'd flipping teleport," I mumbled under my breath.
"What was that? Hmm? Did you just INSULT the MIZ? Well, I'll have you know that I'm AW-" I ran out the door before he could finish.
"I said love ya Mizzy! Bye!" Feeling mighty pleased that Randy was finally letting me have some space, I practically skipped down the hallway. I found the locker rooms, and then tried to figure out which one was Randy's. I knocked on the first one.
"Yeah?" Matt answered.
"S'Randy in there?"
"Nope! Check the door two down from this one."
"Thanks Matt!" I went down two doors and knocked. No one answered, so I opened the door.
What I saw inside was NOT what I expected.
(Randy)
I breathed easier when we convinced Jess to stay with Mike through the show. He didn't have a match, so everything was easier. We finished up all our matches and saw that Dave was safely AWAY from all of us. John and I stopped by catering to get food. I was sure to pick up a plate of cookies for Jess, and then we walked down the hall. Vince stopped us.
"That was a great job out there, John," he said with a smile. John had AA'd Dave off the top of the car on stage. It was pretty nice, I guess.
"Thanks, Vince," he said. "Did you make sure he left the arena?"
"Well, not yet. He had to have a few minutes to get his bags together. Jessica is still with Mike, isn't she?" I nodded.
"Yep, she should be." All of us breathed a silent sigh of relief, I think, and then we chatted for about 10 minutes. "Well," I said, when we had talked for a LITTLE too long. "I had better go relieve Mike."
"What about Mike?" We all turned at once, and saw Mike himself walking toward us. Apparently he had already made a stop at catering, because he was toting a plate of food.
"What are you doing?" John asked, the first one of us to be able to talk again.
"Randy texted me and told us to send Jess back to his locker room," he explained. "Tell 'em, Randy." I looked down to make sure I didn't have pockets. I was still in my ring trunks and a t-shirt.
"My phone's with my stuff," I said stiffly. "How long ago was that." He quickly checked his phone.
"Exactly 7 minutes." John and I glanced at each other and took off in a run to the locker room.
(Jessie)
After Randy had sent the text, and how stressed he was at leaving me alone, it kind of shocked me that nobody was in the locker room.
"Randy?" I called. With a shrug, I walked in and sat on a bench. I decided to wait, and I pulled out my iPod and started playing with some games. About two seconds after I got comfortable, the locker room door that I had propped open shut. I looked up and to my horror, Dave had been standing behind the door the whole time. He quietly shut the door, and locked it.
"Now, you listen to me," he said, dangerously quiet. "You are going to tell them that you never saw me putting anything in Randy's bag, and that day, you fell and hurt your eye." I absently rubbed the yellowing bruise on my face and laughed nervously.
"Mr. Bautista, think about it. Ted AND Cody saw you. And there's really no way you can take back those things that you said the other day. And do you HONESTLY think I would HELP you after all this?" He groaned angrily.
"Listen to me. I'm about to lose my JOB. I have two little girls. How do you expect me to take care of them without money coming in?"
"You're crazy! You need help!" He yelled again and rushed me. I jumped out of his way and made a run for the door. He ran after me and grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me back. I elbowed him in the face, and he held me down. An arm wrapped around my throat and squeezed. I struggled to get out, but have you ever SEEN the dude? He's huge!
"SWEAR YOU'LL HELP ME!" he roared. I grabbed weakly at his arm, not able to pry it away. That's when Randy and John came, finally.
"DAVE!" Randy yelled from the other side of the door. "I SWEAR, IF YOU DON'T UNLOCK THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, I'LL F- KILL YOU!"
"Tell them you're ok," he hissed in my ear, letting me have enough air to yell.
"HELP!" I bellowed. I could hear Randy on the other side of the door throwing his weight against it. The arm around my throat tightened again. "Dave," I said weakly. "Mr. Dave. This is stupid. Just let me go." The banging on the door stop momentarily, and then a key could be heard scraping in the lock. The door opened, and John and Randy ran through before stopping short in their tracks.
"Dave," John said. "Listen to me. If you let go now, we won't press charges. You're gonna lose your job. That's already been decided. But do you want to go to jail?" Slowly but surely, the grip loosened, until finally I fell to the ground. Randy came and pulled me away from Dave, before getting up and punching Dave square in the jaw.
"C'mon, Randy," John said gently. "Let's go back to the hotel." Randy let out an angry growl, then helped me up and followed John out of the arena.