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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.