//past conversation//
[APC lyrics]

//"Randy man, I'm just looking out for you."
"I know, I know..."//

The room was silent as I crept back in. It looked like this night was going to be full of surprises. I couldn't help but open up that little black box one more time, to sneak a peek at the treasure inside.

"He wouldn't know what hit him.' I just couldn't help basking in the sweet glow of victory. Finally, he would be mine. MINE. No one would tear us apart.

Just when I thought I was free to celebrate my triumph in the peaceful silence of the hotel suite, a small, cautious voice from behind me interrupted my thoughts. It was the voice of Randy Orton, my own personal Helen of Troy.

"Dave?"

[Don't fret precious, I'm here
Step away from the window
Go back to sleep]

I turned to see him sitting up in that huge bed, the sheets pooling around his waist. My little Randy has a penchant for sleeping naked, not that I mind in the least. He resembled a Greek god as the moonlight from the window illuminated his body just enough for me to notice his washboard abs and the perplexed look on his face.

"Go back to sleep, baby. I'm here."

"Where did you go?" He asked innocently, sounding like a pouting schoolboy.

"No where, baby. Where would I go?"

"I don't know," He sulked. He sounded as if he was giving serious thought to the idea of me being up to no good. I'll admit, he had his reasons. But I don't think that his mind could conceive this level. He probably doesn't see this level of intensity in his lover and guardian. "It's 3:30. Why are you up?"

"I was waiting for you to wake up." I lied, even though it wasn't something I hadn't done on many occasions. His face lit up at the thought. Stroking Randy's ego will get a reaction that's almost as impressive as stroking Randy's other sensitive areas.

"You would've been waiting a while." He replied as he rose from the bed to stand next to me at the window. It was beautiful that night. The night sky shone over the city yet it only a few hours it would give way the morning sun. The sun would rise over my handiwork in the valley. It was enough to make the moment with Randy by my side even better.

"I have a surprise for you."

"Really?" He responded with poorly veiled apprehension. Everything about Randy was so blatant and naked, like a little boy. So innocent, so young, so naive. "Is that a good thing?"

"I don't know, Randy." I said, opening the velvet jeweler's box. Randy stood there amazed as I smoothed the shining platinum band onto his finger. " Is it?"

"Holy shit," A choirboy with a guttermouth. How obscene. "Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack."

"Oh baby, this is so wonderful. Really. I just don't know if I'm ready..."

[Pay no mind what other voices say, they don't care about you like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do
Just stay with me, safe and ignorant, go back to sleep, go back to sleep]

My Randy is innocent. He's pure. Trusting. Moldable. He's my favorite medium. I love to work that naive mind like clay, and mold it into something perfect, something I can call my own. But all of that comes at a price because even as I worked to make him my own, there was someone trying to take him away. Trying to poison his thoughts so that he would doubt my affection. Spoiling him. Breaking him.

//"Dave is bad news. I thought you would figure that out by yourself. I didn't want to be the one to tell you."
"What are you talking about?"
"Can't you see how much he's changed you?"
"Changed?"
"Yeah. Changed. Randy, you used to be so independent. Now it's like you can't take a piss without Dave's opinion. Randy, I just don't want to see you get hurt." //

"Oh...you don't have to make any promises right now." I replied, holding his hand tightly. He offered a crooked little grin, trying to be sincere. Try harder, Randy. "Especially one's you can't keep."

"I'm so sorry, baby. That's not what I meant by it." Try HARDER, Randy.

"Ssh...it's OK." I said, holding him against me like a child. My baby. My passion. My greatest desire. "Go back to sleep, precious."He pulled away with a smirk, beaming up at me brightly. "Precious? I may be your bitch, but I'm not your pet."

I don't think he realized how wrong his words were. They made me laugh, so I let him think what he wanted to. But as I pulled him into my arms, surrounding him, isolating him, dominating him, I let him know that the deed of ownership is there. Signed, sealed, and delivered. I owned that sweet ass of his. Every ounce of his being and every drop of his blood---mine. "Love you." I murmured, brushing my lips against his.

He pulled away again. He looked at me, staring into my eyes. Peering, scanning, searching for something. Proof? Keep searching, Randy. Try harder, Randy. "I love you too." He whispered with a smile as he gave up his efforts, returned to our bed, and went back to sleep.

[I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all yourdemons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and voiceof reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices, son
One and the same I must isolate you, isolate and save you from yourself]

There was blood on my hands as I walked into the suite that night. It was a troublesome spot that stains the conscience, one that can't be seen by anything but the mind's eye. I was very careful of not having any actual evidence remaining, but there was still the nagging inner voice, drenched in the blood of the innocent.

Not innocent. They paid for their crimes.

Justice, not murder. Triumph, not guilt.

I didn't want to do it but he made me. He had to poke around in someone else's business. He had got involved. Too involved. So he had to go.

//"Maybe I've been missing it the whole time. I don't know. This is something I gotta think about."
"Randy, just be careful. Dave is pretty aggressive. If you need anything, I'll be there for you."
"Thanks, Paul. I appreciate it.//

He did it to himself. If only he had let it go. But he couldn't do that. He had to keep pushing, and pushing, and pushing. The more he pushed, the farther Randy drifted away.

It's a shame it had to end this way. But it was so simple and so satisfying. He didn't even have time to scream. Chloroform is a great invention, isn't it? He was out like a light in ten seconds flat with hardly a struggle at all. I expected more from him but what he lacked in fight, Shawn more than happily delivered. I accidentally woke up the Heartbreak Kid as I dispatched his lover and he came up swinging like a bar fighter. But he was quickly knocked out as well with more than a little force.

It really is a little sad that it had to end that way. Shawn had nothing to do with it. If he had stayed asleep, he wouldn't have to die. But what's done cannot be undone, can it? I wonder if they ever woke up. How long does the effect of chloroform last? I wonder if they sleep through their deaths, oblivious to the inferno surrounding them. Or did they wake to see the flames that engulfed Paul's Hummer? Guess I'll never know.

Vince is going to shit when he finds out. He doesn't have that long to wait. 3:45 am. It might just make the morning news. Imagine that. WWE Superstars Killed in Freak Car Crash. Loosing a WWE legend and the current titleholder in one day. The world is filled with tragedies..

Chances are, my Randy will be crushed. Luckily for him, I'll be there to build him back up again.

Who knows? Maybe there can be a funeral and a wedding.