A couple of days went by without any more instances of violence. Jeff could sometimes feel Randy's eyes watching him wherever he went, but he tried not to think about it too much. Not only did it creep him out, but it also made Jay uneasy too. Both of them just wanted for this whole thing to be over. They were both tired of Randy's games. They just wanted a chance to be together in peace.
At the next Smackdown/ECW tapings, Jeff was in his locker room with Jay, Adam and Matt. The monitor on was on but none of them were really watching the matches that were going on. They had other things to discuss. "I got a call from Dave earlier," Matt said. "He says he's not exactly sure which date it will happen on, but he plans on coming back soon."
"So does that mean that things are okay in his family and stuff?" Jay asked.
"Yeah, things are getting better," Matt answered. "He sounded a lot happier than the last time I talked to him, so I'm pretty sure he wasn't lying to make sure we didn't worry or anything."
Jeff was glad to hear that. He had always liked Dave and he wanted the man's personal life to be a hell of a lot more stable than his had been lately.
Adam looked over at the monitor and his jaw dropped in shock. "Oh my God," he said in disbelief. "What the hell is he doing here?"
The others turned to look to see what Adam was talking about. Jeff groaned. Randy was walking out towards the ring. He was wearing his street clothes and his music was not playing, which meant that he really was not supposed to be there at all. "What is he doing?" Jeff moaned. "Why can't he just go away?"
Jay grabbed Jeff's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. "I don't know, but we're not going to let him touch you. I'll fucking kill him if he even looks at you funny."
Randy slid into the ring and demanded a microphone. "I know many of you want to know why I'm out here right now, well, you can all kiss my ass, because I'm not explaining this to you people. I just want one thing and one thing out here: Reso, you get your ass out here right now so we can fight right here, right now. I'm not talking about wrestling, I'm talking about a good old fashion fight. You have something I want, and I'm going to take it from you by tearing you from limb to limb and taking you out of the equation."
"He has gone absolutely insane," Matt said in disbelief. "Vince is going to have his head on a silver platter for this." Everyone knew that Vince did not tolerate having his shows hijacked in order to solve personal vendettas. Not unless he gave the people in question permission first, which it was doubtful that Randy had even asked to go and challenge Jay.
"Come on Jay, don't make me come back there and get you," Randy growled. "You know you want to get your hands on me just as bad as I want to get my hands on you. Just come out here and let's settle this the old fashion way." He smiled that evil little smile of his. "Unless of course, you want me to forget all about you and just go after Jeff again."
Jay's eyes darkened. "That's enough," he snarled as he got up to his feet. "I'm ending this."
Jeff's eyes widened as Jay stormed out of the locker room. Oh fuck, this could not be happening. He quickly got up and chased after his boyfriend. "Jay don't!" he yelled desperately. "Jay get back here!"
Jay wasn't listening though. He ran out through the curtains and stormed down to the ring. Jeff ran faster than ever, getting out to the ring ramp just as Jay was sliding into the ring and tackling Randy down to the mat. The two of them began punching each other as hard as they could, much to the delight of the fans who had no idea what the hell was going on.
Jeff ran down into the ring and watched the madness from in there. He didn't do anything while Jay was punching Randy, but as soon as Randy rolled himself on top of Jay and began throwing some punches of his own, Jeff stepped right on. "Get off of him!" he yelled as he grabbed Randy by the arm and tried to pull the younger man off.
Randy responded by shoving Jeff away. But the momentary distraction allowed Jay to slip his feet up on to Randy's chest and kick the Legend Killer away. Randy fell back and when Jay went after him again, he kicked Captain Charisma in the groin before kicking his feet up and catching Jay right in the nose and mouth three times in a row.
"Mother fucker!" Jeff yelled angrily. He immediately tried to check on Jay, who was on the mat now. His boyfriend's nose and mouth were bleeding, and he seemed kind of dazed by the hard blows.
Suddenly Jeff felt himself being grabbed by the wrist and being yanked to his feet. On instinct, he turned around and slapped Randy across the face as hard as he could. The slap echoed throughout the arena, making the fans actually groan at the sound of it and it made Randy let go of his wrist. "Stay away from me!" he snarled angrily. "Just leave me alone! I never wanted you to begin with and I definitely don't want you now!" He shoved Randy for good measure before bending down to check on Jay. "Come on baby, let me see, just let me see…"
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Randy was silently cursing at himself. This wasn't going the way he had planned it to. He had done a number on Jay's face, but Jeff was still rejecting him. Jeff didn't want him, and that didn't seem to be changing any time soon. The rejection was quickly drilling itself into his brain and it was making him angry. His control was starting to fade rapidly. He knew that the smart thing to do would be get out of the ring and just walk away from the situation. This had gone on for way too long and it had gone way too far. He was making a fool out of himself, and on top of that, Matt and Adam were coming out towards the ring, which meant he would have them to deal with them if he didn't leave right then and there.
But then he looked at Jeff, who looked so concerned about Jay. That was what finally made him lose control completely. Jeff was driving him insane…he couldn't take it anymore. Without even thinking about what he was doing, he ran forward and punt kicked Jeff right in the temple as hard as he could. Jeff went down instantly, but Randy didn't stay to admire his handiwork for very long. There wasn't going to be time for that. Instead he got out of the ring just as Matt got in it, and ran off into the crowd. Several fans reached out to grab him, but he shoved them away. He just had to get out of there. He had to get away from everyone and everything, including the voices in his head.
This obsession was driving him crazy. And the scary part was, he didn't know if he could stop himself now…nor was he sure that he even wanted to.
