Date: Sat, 18 Sep 2010 11:14:26 -0500
From: Paul Tolbert <jatonblue@gmail.com>
Subject: Til a Death Do Us Part 22

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. WWE does.

Rey's POV

"Oh god..."

Those were the only worlds I could utter as Dave, my former love, walked
into the silent courtroom. He looks...so different, so normal&

I stared at him and he walked leisurely into the hushed room. He kept his
head down as he walked. I couldn't take my eyes off him. It was as if he
was his old self again; Clean shaven face, fresh hair cut, dressed in an
expensive suite, the works. If he was closer I swear I'd be able to smell
the strong masculine cologne that he might be wearing.

"Rey..." Randy squeezed my hand and shifted closer to me. He was hell-bent
on making sure Dave knew he wasn't going to put up with any of his shit
today.

"I'm OK." I whispered, my eyes never leaving Dave's immense and
intimidating figure. There was something about the way he looked that made
him almost calmer, saner, and normal.

'What am I thinking? Nothing's changed about that bastard. He just looks
like his normal self. He's still the monster that you hate.'

As Dave rounded the Defense desk he stopped and looked up. He paused for a
slight second before looking dead at me.

Dave's POV

"Hello Rey." I say gently, almost in a whisper. I'm so happy he's here for
me.

"Don't you fucking talk to him..." Randy growls low at me, his deep blue
eyes shooting tiny daggers. I didn't care. All I wanted was illicit a small
response from Rey, anything that lets me know he still loves me, that he
still cares about me, regardless of what I did. I know he does. He has to.

Rey stared at me, his eyes showing slight fear in them. I stared back into
them with pleading eyes. It felt like it lasted forever. There was a
connection. I could feel it! I know he feels it too. Oh god Rey I love you
more than life itself.

Randy broke the gaze by wrapping his arm around Rey's shoulder and pulling
him in tight. Damn him&

I shook it off; I didn't want to lose my cool in front of Rey. Back in the
waiting room I came up with a plan, a plan that would get Rey to see things
from my perspective. A Plan that would make Rey fall in love with me
again. I'm going to win his heart for a 2nd time and there was nothing that
Randy or anyone could do about that.

I blinked and continued to my seat. My lawyer patted my shoulder and
whispered quietly to me.

"Just remember to stay calm, regardless of what the verdict might be."

I nodded. I knew it was important to suppress any anger that I might be
feeling or could potential feel in the next few minutes. If I want to win
Rey back I need to be the gentle Dave that he fell in love with. I need to
be my old self.

Randy's POV

That fucking prick! God I just want to get up and strangle him with his own
fucking tie. That bitch has the nerve to come in here all dressed up, as if
it makes a fucking difference. He belongs in prison rags and chains. He's
guilty and anyone could see through his façade. No amount of expensive
clothes or chiseled looks was going to change that.

Dave was whispering to his lawyer as I held on to Rey tightly. I didn't
want him to get upset by Dave. I knew he would take every opportunity he
could to speak to my Rey but I wasn't having any of it.

The judge started to speak;

"We are here today to determine if David Michael Batista, JR is fit to
stand trial for the attempted murder of Randall James Orton. This was a
very difficult decision for me to make--"

I tuned out what the judge was saying and continued to stare at Dave. He
was nervous as hell. I could feel it. He's about to get what's coming to
him and he knows it.

A few moments passed as the judge continued to talk about the gruesomeness
of the crime and what not. Just skip to the damn verdict already!

I was loss in though when Rey began to stir under my arm.

"Randy. He's looking at me..."

FUCK! I was looking dead at him and didn't even notice he'd now turned his
attention to Rey. He was smiling at him. I could feel my heart racing a
million miles a second; my blood pressure surely was rising as well. It
took all the strength I had to keep my cool. Rey probably was the only
thing keeping me from going over there and killing him myself.

The Judge continued to speak.

"And now I would like the defendant to rise."

This is it. Time for justice.

John's POV

Got this is fucking intense! The judge was about to throw the fucking book
at Dave. I still can't believe he did what they say he did. I mean Dave was
never the friendliest person I knew but I never thought he would do
something like this. I mean he certainly looks like he might be a dangerous
man, all intense, humongous and what not but he was very gentle with Rey
and I respected him for that. But now I can't stand the guy. I don't think
anyone can.

I shifted in my seat, adrenaline pulsing through my veins. I knew that if
the verdict wasn't what everyone expected it to be Randy would go on a
tirade and I would be forced to help restrain him. There was a bailiff, 2
federal guards and some hefty looking men in the back but it will take a
hell of a lot more to hold Randy back.

The cameras in the back were going off like crazy. Everyone was holding
their breath as they prepared themselves to hear the Judge's verdict. I had
no doubt in my mind justice would be served here.

Rey's POV

"David Michael Batista Jr., I find, after reviewing numerous documents and
doctor records--"

I began shaking uncontrollably in my seat. I couldn't believe what was
happening. This moment, this decision is what Randy has been anticipating
for a very long time. He wanted to see the man who tried to murder him
suffer. I took a deep breath and sighed. I was scared.

"I hereby find you mentally unfit to stand trial."

No&

The courtroom erupted in utter chaos.

"ORDER! ORDER!"

*BANG* *BANG*

The beating of a wooden gavel calmed down the excited crowd.

I immediately looked over to Randy, who showed no emotion whatsoever. He
just sat there, staring at the Judge with those piercing blue eyes. I
squeezed his hand tightly. I need to keep him calm.

"Mr. Batista, I order you to be sent to a state mental facility to undergo
mandatory treatment. You will leave here and be sent directly to the
St. Clare's Mental Hospital where you are to receive treatment until you
are declared competent."

Dave's lawyer spoke. "Your Honor? Will the court allow my client to have a
few days grace period before he is sent to undergo his required treatment
at St. Clare's?"

"I'll allow it. 3 Days Mr. Batista and then you will be required to
surrender yourself into federal custody."

"If that is all, this court is adjourned."

*BANG*

"ALL RISE!"

Everything was moving in slow motion, as if I were in some temporal time
fold, unable to escape. I looked over to Dave, who was hugging his attorney
and smiling. I can't believe this. This isn't right.

"Hey Randy...?" I heard John say. Randy was completely unresponsive. He
said absolutely nothing and didn't move. All he could do was stare at the
judge. This isn't possible! He can't be allowed to get away with this.

"Randy? Randy please talk to me." I plea. I was beginning to worry.

"Rey?"

Dave walked up next to me and Randy. Randy broke his gaze and glared at the
larger man that now towered us.

"Mr. Batista I don't think--"

"It's OK Ronald. I need to say this. Rey, Randy...I'm...I'm sorry."

I felt Randy tense up next to me. The anger was spilling out of him so
strongly I could feel it. His grip on my hand became tighter, hurting me.

"Dave please just leave us alone." I say. I knew if he pushed this Randy
would explode and try to kill him. He just kept staring at Dave without
saying a single word.

"Rey I just want you to know how sorry I am. And that I...I still love--"

Randy quickly stood up and darted towards Dave. He got in his face and
growled. I stood up and grabbed his arm.

"Randy! Randy! Dave just leave OK?"

"Ok...I'm sorry Rey. I just..."

"Fuck off man." John chimed in.

Dave walked away slowly, being greeted by the press as he neared the
door. Randy was heaving and continued to stare at Dave. I wrapped my arms
around him, desperately trying to calm him down the best I could.

"Randy? Tell me what you're feeling baby."

He just stood there, saying nothing. A few seconds passed and he looked
down at me, fire in his icy blue eyes. He stared at me and then walked way,
leaving the courtroom, bypassing the press.

"Rey? You OK?" John asked me.

"I...I don't know. I can't believe this happened. Why John? Why?"

Dave's POV

"Mr. Batista! Mr. Batista! Tell us how you're feeling right now about the
surprise verdict."

"My client has no comments to make at this time."

"Do you feel you got off easy Mr. Batista?"

"Mr. Batista what words were exchanged between you and Mr. Orton in the
courtroom?"

"Mr. Batista--"

Freedom. God it's a sweet thing. You never really appreciate it until it's
taken away from you. Luckily for me, I got it back. I stood outside the
courthouse, looking down at a sea of press, fans holding support banners,
and curious bystanders interested in the commotion. My lawyer advised me
not to speak but I was dying to milk this opportunity.

"I just want to say that I'm sorry for what I did and I'm glad that I'll be
receiving the help that I need. Thank you."

Ronald and I pushed our way through the crowd and into a limo waiting
outside for me. I got in and stared out the window as we drove off.

"Congratulations Dave. You are a free man."

"Not for long jackass. I still have to go to a fucking mental hospital."

"Yes but once you are declared mentally competent you will be released."

This was sweet. A stay at a lush mental hospital and I'm home free. I'll
pretend to be sorry for trying to murder Randy and I'll be sent home in no
time. Once I'm free, I'll deal with Randy and get Rey back. Life is sweet.