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Las Vegas Or Bust : Chapter 7

The remainder of that night involved Dani trying to mediate both Adam and Randy, convincing Adam it was alright for them to move in, and trying to awaken Jeff from his unconscious state. She was successful with the first two tasks, but she couldn't get Jeff to wake up for an hour. She began to worry.

"Did you check his pulse?" Randy suggested, staring down at Jeff who was still strewn across the floor in an awkward manner.

"Three times already." Dani replied, not taking her eyes off of the large medical dictionary on her lap. "His pulse is fine."

"Dani, you're just over-exaggerating. Just give him the night. He'll be fine by the morning." Adam grabbed the book from her lap and slammed it shut. "Go back to your place and get some rest. Tomorrow's going to be a long day." Adam reassured the panicky woman.

"But Jeff-" Dani began.

"Jeff is just as fine as he ever was. Trust me, he'll be alive in the morning." Randy flashed a grin, one that made Dani irresistible to not smile back.

"Call me if anything happens." She finally said after considering their words. And with that, she left, leaving Adam and Randy to glare at one another once again.

"I still can't believe you'd do something so dumb." Adam groaned, the smile he kept for Dani quickly vanished as he said those words. "She's done so much for us, and she's still taking care of us." He shook his head.

"Listen, she said it's alright, we're going to get back up on our feet again anyways." Randy replied, trying to deny the guilt Adam was trying to sway him with.

"But this shit has been going on since fucking high school! When are we all going to do something without her having to bail us out?! She has a life without us, you know? She want's to be a doctor, and we keep getting in the way of that."

Randy was silent, for a moment, studying the beer stains on the floor below him carefully before glancing back up at Adam.

"I know, I don't want to get in the way of that." He sighed.

"Then we'd better think of a way to not get in the way." Adam said dissmissivly, walking into his room, and closing the door behind him softly.


The Saturday morning began early, with Dani knocking frantically on her neighbor's door at seven in the morning to check and see if Jeff was dead or not. The result of which left Adam and Randy aggravated and sleepy, and Jeff puzzled and oblivious to the events of the past 24 hours.

After the wake-up call, Dani took charge and began to direct the moving process. Despite the fact that they were only moving their belongings into the apartment next door, the three men managed to turn the effortless job into an impossible feat.

In was about noon when Dani lost, if not all, most of her hope in completing this task in one day. She decided to take a break and just sit back for about a half hour.

"Danielle?" An old voice came from behind a startled Dani.

"Dad?!" The small woman squealed when she turned around to see her father, Ric Flair, in an expensive grey suit, and two similarly dressed men behind him. She leaped into her father's embrace and squeezed him tightly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Ric asked, a puzzled expression glazing over his fragile-looking face.

"I'm helping my friends move. What are you doing here?" Dani carefully chose her words, knowing her father wouldn't be too thrilled to find out she was going to be living with three different men in her apartment.

She hadn't seen her father in a while, he'd visit, but never often enough. He was always on "a business trip", which Dani didn't entirely approve of, but dealt with, knowing her father wouldn't stop what he was so fond of doing.

"I'm... er... looking for a Randy Orton?" Ric said, his tone turning sour within moments of uttering the name.

"Why?" Dani's eyes widened when his name escaped his father's lips. She knew if her father were ever "looking" for someone, it wasn't for something good.

"We've got some business with him. Don't worry princess, he shouldn't be in any trouble." Ric flashed a crooked grin that was far from reassuring.

"You know dad maybe-" Dani began, trying to divert the attention of her father and his two 'henchmen'.

"That's him." On of the older men pointed behind Dani, at Randy who was bickering with Jeff.

"No! Wait!" She tried once more to stop them as they walked past her, ignoring her pathetic attempts.

"Randy?" One of Ric's men asked.

"Huh?" Randy looked up from his squabble with Jeff to see Jimmy "the super-fly" Snuka, and Roddy "Rowdy" Piper, on either side of the infamous Ric Flair.

"You're gonna need to come with us." Jimmy said, in a condescending, dry voice.

"And who the hell are you?" Randy sneered, not instantly recognizing the three men.

"We said..." Roddy spoke up this time, "...You're going to come with us." He then placed his hands on his hips, pushing back his jacket, so that Randy got a perfect view of the gun tucked neatly in the front of his pants.

Jeff, who was witnessing the event, gasped in shock, his eyes widened, and he took a few steps back to distance himself from the dangerous men.

Randy's reaction was similar except he just nodded his head in compliance, and followed the men, only out of fear of his life.

The four men ended up in the dumpster area of the apartment building, it was a narrow alleyway, and was filled with the stench of filth and garbage.

"You don't seem to remember us, Randy," Ric paced back and forth before the frightened man. "But we remember you just fine."

Randy was silent, he only stood, and stared at the man, trying to mask the cowardice that was too obvious to obscure.

"Well, does 11,000 dollars, ring a bell?" Ric asked.

Randy's eyes widened slightly, but he stayed silent, his voice too shaken to speak.

"No? Five months ago... You lose your job, and come running to me, I give you 11,000 dollars, and tell you to pay me back five months from then... And it's been five months..." Ric stopped and raised an eyebrow, expectantly. "So where's my money?"

"I-I don't have it." Randy stammered, trying to regain his composure.

"Excuse me? What did you say? I couldn't quite catch that." Ric said mockingly.

"I said I don't have it!" His voice raised more than necessary with an unmistaken arrogance.

"Well, that's just too bad for you." Jimmy said. Him and Roddy pulled out their guns simultaneously, aiming for Randy's head.

"Wait a minute boys." Ric rested his hand on Jimmy's shoulder. "How do you know Danielle?"

"Dani? She's been my best friend for years." Randy said in a hurried tone. "What does she have to do with this?" His body went rigid, and his tone became defensive at the mention of Dani.

"She's my daughter, and frankly, I don't think she should be hanging around low-lives like you." Ric's glare intensified. He took one step closer to Randy. "Buts she seems to care about you, so I won't kill you... For now at least." A horrible grin stretched across his old face, as a plan brewed in his scheming mind.

"Here's the deal, Randy." He paused briefly to glance at the terrified man, two guns poised in front of his handsome face. "You pick up a package from Las Vegas, and bring it back here, to me, in three days. If I don't get my package by the end of those three days, then you can forget about living another day on this Earth. If you do, however, by some miracle of God, I'll spare your life. Got it?"

"Wait, but where the hell is this package?! Las Vegas is a huge place, how am I supposed to find this fucking thing?!" Randy's voice was near the brink of overwhelming rage.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he felt the cold hard metal of Jimmy's gun slam across his face. Randy let out a loud groan and held his cheek where the gun left it's bruise.

"Don't raise your voice at me, boy." Ric said condescendingly, before continuing to answer his question. "Palms Casino Resort, ask for last names Cena, Bautista, or Levesque, they'll bring you up to the room."

Ric and his two men proceeded to walk away, but Ric turned around and stared at Randy, square in the eye.

"And if you even sort of think of bringing my daughter with you, I will come for you personally, and kill you with my own two hands." The old man threatened, before disappearing around the corner with Jimmy and Roddy.

Randy slouched against the red bricks of the apartment building, one hand still to his cheek.

"I'm so screwed." He sighed.

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