Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2010 10:12:57 -0500 From: Paul Tolbert <jatonblue@gmail.com> Subject: Til A Death Do Us Part 21 Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. WWE does. Dave's POV Today's the day. The day where I finally get to taste freedom for the first time in like forever. Its been a long time coming that's for sure. I feel like a nervous wreck waiting back here in this room at the courthouse, bound by these fucking chains. I feel a little better with my new look though; clean-shaven, nice black Armani suit and a slick haircut. I can't wait for Rey to see me. He used to always loved it when I wore suits. I looked sexy as hell in them. Last night I could barely sleep. I was so excited for today to hurry up and come. I'm more than confident that I will be released today, declared unable to stand trial. Once i'm out the first thing i'm going to do is get a fucking cheeseburger from McDonalds. After that, I'll be time to get my baby Rey back. "Mr. Batista?" A voice behind the steel door called to me. My lawyer Ronald walked in looking nervous as hell. He better not be here to bring me any bad news... "Ronald. Nice to see you." I said. "Um yes well... Ahem. Anyways I see you've gotten the suit I sent you." He replied. "Uh yeah. Looks nice on me doesn't it? You have great taste." "Actually Mr. Batista its your suit from home. Your mother picked it out for you. She's also preparing a party for you if...I mean when you get released." "Excellent." Good old mom. She was one of the few people that still supported me. I guess she had to. I mean she's my mother. "Why are you so nervous Ronald? You OK?" I asked cautiously, scared he would bring this gravy train to a screeching halt. "Huh? Oh um yeah I'm fine. I'm just a bit anxious about the upcoming ruling." "You shouldn't be. I'm not." "That's good news Mr. Batista." "CALL ME DAVE DAMMIT!" Fucking dumbass. I told him to stop calling me 'Mr. Batista'. I'm not my father. "Sorry Dave." I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. How much longer?" "It's 7:38am right now. The Hearing starts at 8:00am, so about 20 minutes." I sighed. "Fine. Can I get something to drink?" Randy's POV "Randy! You ready?" Rey was in the other room waiting for me to get out of the bathroom. I kept telling him that I would be out in a minute, but that minute turned into 20. I stood in front of the sink, starring at the mirror lost in my thoughts. Today was the day we would find out if Dave will be held accountable for his actions against me. "RANDY?" "Yeah Rey I'm almost finished." "Don't make me come in there Mister!" "Yeah yeah yeah..." I sighed and put on my suit, some cologne and checked my hair one last time before stepping outside. "See Rey,i'm ready." I twirled around giving him a 360 degree view of my sexiness. "Great. Are you ready?" "I just told you I am!" "No I mean...Are you ready?" I stood quiet for a moment. I wasn't sure. Rey walked over to me and held my hand. "It's going to be fine. There's no way the judge can declare Dave incompetent. He will pay for what he did to you, to us." He reached up and kissed my cheek. He was right. I smiled and walked over to a chair to put my shoes on. Rey went and grabbed his things on the bed table. I could tell he was nervous. He was hiding it well, but I could still see it. He's trying to be strong for me. After I got my shoes on I sat and waited for Rey. He went into the bathroom to get something. As I waited I thought about Dave. My emotions were numb, masked with anxiety and physical pain. I wanted him to suffer, at my own hands if possible. He just can't get away with this. The justice system has to work for something right? After a few minutes passed I went to go get Rey. "Rey! Are you ready?" Rey's POV "Rey! Are you ready?" I heard Randy ask me through the door. "Yeah just a minute Ran." "I went into the bathroom to hide my sudden tears. I didn't want Randy to see me crying. I was afraid he would get the wrong impression and think I was crying over Dave, which I wasn't. I don't know what brought on the sudden onslaught but I had to get rid of them quick. I drew a deep breath and exited the bathroom. Randy stood in front of me, smiling. "C'mon dork. Lets go." He said smiling. "Don't call me a dork Ran." I retorted. "It's my new nickname for you. Don't you like?" "Not really." "Well I don't like Ran then." He chuckled. "Fine. Call me a dork. I'm proud to be one." I smiled. & We arrived at the courthouse around 7:50am, amist a mass of reporters and cameras. Randy safely guided me through the sea of people, holding tightly on to my hand. He was so protective of me. Kinda like Dave... As we entered the courthouse we were greeted by a familiar face. "Hey you guys." John Cena. "Hey man." Randy said. They hugged. John looked at me and frowned. "You ok?" He asked. "Yeah I'm fine. Just nervous that's all." I replied. "Of course. Look i'm going to go ahead and wait in the courtroom, make sure these media vultures don't pester you guys." He winked and left us standing in the hallway. "Randy I um... need to use the bathroom." I said suddenly. "Really? What were you doing in hotel bathroom then?" He asked. I couldn't answer him. I just stared at him. He nodded. "OK i'll be out here then." I quickly left. As soon as I busted into the bathroom, I hurried into an empty stall and let the tears flow hard. I couldn't control it. Deep down I was conflicted. The man that I used to love, the man that I wanted to marry and spend the rest of my life with is an attempted murderer who may go to prison for life! The feelings I still carried for Dave were buried deep down, masked by my newfound feelings for Randy. I felt sick and disgusted that I...I still cared about Dave. How could I? He tried to kill Randy. Something must be wrong with me... I cried uncontrollably for a few minutes until I heard the bathroom door open. I quickly began sniffling and quieted myself. I reached over and grabbed some toilet paper to dry my eyes. The man who walked in came closer and stopped in front of my stall. "Rey?" A husky voice said. "John?" I opened the door to see John standing there. "You OK man?" He asked me. He'd seen my eyes and new i'd been crying. "Um yeah i'm fine. I Just um..." He reached over and wrapped his arms around me. I laid my head on his chest and cried. "Oh god John...I...I..." "It's OK Rey Rey." He said gently. I wiped my eyes and looked up at John, who smiled. "You and Randy are gonna leave here today knowing that Dave is going to get what's coming to him. There's nothing to worry about." "I guess." I replied. "C'mon. Let's go. We don't want Randy to think we're fucking in here do we?" He laughed. Good old John. & John and I entered the courtroom and saw Randy already seated in front chatting with the prosecutor. As we entered, media personnel surrounded us, trying to ask questions that I didn't want to answer. "Please you guys, now is not the time." John said. He led me away from them and we sat down next to Randy. He looked at my bloodshot eyes and frowned. "Rey...?" I smiled. "I'm fine Randy." We sat for a few minutes until the Judge's door opened. The bailiff stepped out and began to speak. "ALL RISE!" As we stood up the Judge walked in, her face was unreadable. I began to tense up. "You may be seated." Randy held on to my hand tightly as we were about to receive the verdict we've been waiting for. "Will the defendant please be brought in?" The Judge commanded. A brief moment passed before the left chamber door opened and out stepped Dave.