Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2010 13:42:57 -0500
From: Paul Tolbert <jatonblue@gmail.com>
Subject: Til A Death Do Us Part 8

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

Rey's POV

"Dave? Dave are you OK?" I went into the bedroom, looking around for the
source of that loud crashing sound. I notice Dave standing next to our bed,
his hands on his hips and looking down at the floor. I knew he was upset
about something.

"I FINE DAMMIT! Just give me some space OK?" I hated when he was upset.
Dave was sometimes a very aggressive person. I know he'd never hurt me but
still...

"Dave. That Was Hunter."

"Duh Rey! I was the one who fucking answered the phone!" Geez Dave It was a
slip up. Sorry!

"He says that Randy somehow managed to make his way back to the hotel after
someone tried to kill him last night. He's in pretty bad shape. We have to
go--"

"No we don't Rey. There's nothing we can do. Let's just get some sleep OK?
We'll talk about it later." I can't believe he just said that. Are you
kidding Dave? RANDY ALMOST DIED! SOMEONE TRIED TO KILL HIM!"

"On second thought Rey, let's go. Get your things. We're leaving." I'm
confused.

"OK Dave but why do we need our stuff? We're just going to see Randy and
force him to go to a hospital. He's been stabbed for god sakes."

"No Rey. We're not going to go see Randy. Look Rey in time you will
understand, but for now you need to listen to me." Dave is starting to
creep me out now. He did this often but now it was disturbing.

"Dave what are you talking about?"

"Rey get your things and let's go, now!" He grabs my arm and squeezes it
tight. I pulled back and managed to get myself free of his grip. What the
hell is going on? Why is Dave acting so fucking weird? I'm scared. I need
to get away from him. Is this why Hunter was warning me about? Could Dave
have...?

"NO! LET ME GO DAVE! I WANT TO SEE RANDY!"

"Rey I'm not going to tell you again. We're leaving this place, this city,
this country if we have to. I should have made sure Randy was dead." NO!
Dave...

"W...what? WHAT!?! You Dave? You tried to kill Randy?" I began to back away
from him as he had this devilish smile on his face. It was pure evil. This
isn't the Dave I fell in love with. It just isn't.

"That's...that's why you were covered in dirt last night. You went out to
kill him..." How could I have been so blind? Dave hated Randy with a
passion. He comes to the hotel one night covered in dirt and the next day
Randy is missing and he doesn't care.

"OF COURSE I TRIED TO KILL HIM REY! HE WOULDN'T LEAVE YOU ALONE. I WARNED
HIM, I BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF HIM IN AND OUT OF THE RING BUT HE STILL DIDN'T
LISTEN! I TOLD HIM IF HE EVER TALKED TO YOU AGAIN I'D KILL HIM. I WASN'T
KIDDING AROUND REY! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU AND I WASN'T GOING TO LET
THAT PUNK ORTON GET HIS HANDS ON YOU! YOU'RE MINE REY! MINE!"

"Dave how could you?" I began to cry. How could I have misjudged Dave so
horribly? He's a psycho and I didn't see it. I knew he was possessive when
it came to the other guys but I never knew he would go this far, do
something this... horrible.

"Dammit Rey we need to leave now. Randy surly told Hunter what I tried to
do and--"

"NO DAVE! I'm not going anywhere with you. Stay the hell away from me!"

"REY! DON'T GET ME UPSET!" he lunge towards me and grabbed my arm and
dragged me outside to the hallway. I started to kick and scream, but it
just angers him even more. He threw me over his shoulder and led us to the
staircase. I can't let him do this. I can't let him get away with this.

"FUCK YOU DAVE!" I scream at the top of my lungs and bit the back of his
neck.

"FUCK! SON OF A BITCH!" He growled. He threw me down on the ground hard and
began smacking me.

"YOU LITTLE UNGRATEFUL BITCH! AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU!" I shield myself
from his slaps. I'm scared. Why Dave? Why? I quickly gather myself and kick
him as hard as I could between his legs. He lets out an animal like cry and
falls to the floor. I need to get away from him. I think to run downstairs
but he's blocking my path. Maybe I could get pass him, but I dare not
try. I need to get away. I need to get away.

"REY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" He yells at me as I ran as fast as I could in
the opposite direction. The mansion is large. I need to hide. Hunter knows
I'm here. He'll come for me. I know he will. In the meantime I need to stay
away from Dave. Who knows what he'll do to me if he catches me...

Randy's POV

"Look Rey you need to leave right now! Dave is the one who tried to kill
Randy. Rey? REY!?! Shit! Fuck!"

I lay down on Hunter's bed in his room, dirty, bloody and beaten. I
couldn't believe what happened to me last night. My former friend Dave
Batista...tried to kill me! We've been through a lot together but I never
knew he was so disturbed, so violent.

He called me under the pretext that he wanted to talk about Rey. I, like a
fool agreed and he choose a place to meet up, again being the fool that I
was (and my concern for Rey) decided to meet him. He'd been increasing
aggressive backstage lately, especially towards me. I wasn't thinking about
my safety that night, I was thinking about Rey's. I was worried Dave might
hurt him.

We met at an abandon building just outside of LA, not too far from the
hotel. He began to talk about how much he loved Rey and that he would never
let anyone get in between them. Then he...he looked at me with those
deranged eyes and said "Not even you". I remember those words
perfectly. They're forever burned into my ears. After he said that he began
to attack me. I fought back as hard as I could, getting in a few punches
but he's stronger than I am. We started wrestling on the ground, getting
dirt all over our clothes. I manage to get him in a headlock, trying to put
a sleeper hold on him. He starts to relax when all of a sudden a felt a
sharp pain in my abdomen. He stabbed me. I fell backwards and he stood over
me, yelling at me as he began to stab me again and again. My vision became
blurred and after that all I remember is him laughing at me and smiling,
proud of what he'd done. I thought I was going to die that night. All I
could think about though was Rey...

"HUNTER!" I managed to spit out, coughing up a little blood. "Hunter
where's Rey? Please don't tell me he's with Dave."

"He is Ran" Hunter told me. Dear god. "I didn't get a chance to tell him it
was Dave. The phone went dead."

"Was it Dave?" I ask worried.

"No. Low battery I think." That wasn't reassuring. What if Dave was
listening in on their conversation? He might have found out that I wasn't
dead and that everything was about to blow up in his face. Dave is going to
panic, and Rey could get caught in the crossfire. I can't let that happen.

I attempt to get up from the bed and walk towards the door.

"What the hell are you doing Randy?!? Lay down while I call an ambulance. I
should have called 911 sooner."

"I...need to...to...save..."

"No. I'll call the police. They will take care of it. You need to lie
down." Hunter turns around and grabs the phone and dials 911.

"Hello 911? My friends been--" I hit Hunter over the head with a large
Webster's dictionary. I need to get to Rey. I knew Hunter wouldn't let me
go in this condition but I need to. I have to save him. I...I love him.

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