A/N: Here is the sequel to My Happy Ending….It'll be boring at first, but I need this to help fill things in…and it isn't exactly good writing newayz, but my friend wanted me to keep on writing, so, here it is…

Disc: I own no one but Dani….for now hint hint Although I do wish I owned Randy. He's on the top of my Christmas List. I've been a good girl all year…lol

Chapter One:

Six years later, Randy Orton was the envy of every man and in the dreams of every women (A/N: You know it's true. lol) He now worked in the World Wrestling Entertainment. He had the moves, the looks, the charisma, and did I mention the looks? He had just won the coveted World Heavyweight Championship at the young age of 24 years old. Of course, it was all planned and scripted, but it felt good to have gold around your waist. He was out in the ring, ready to boast about it like he was supposed to, when all of a sudden, unfamiliar music came on. It was 'Welcome to My Life' by Simple Plan.

A woman who looked to be about Randy's age walked down the ramp, a grin on her face. This wasn't scripted, so Randy had a genuinely confused look on his face. She was wearing a denim cut off skirt with a black halter top trimmed in red with black stiletto heels.

She gracefully got into the ring and grabbed a microphone from one of the tech dudes. Looking at Randy's confused face, she couldn't help but giggle a little.

"What's the matter Randy, don't remember me?" the mystery women said in an amused voice. Randy's confused face turned into a cocky smirk, remembering to stay in his TV persona.

"Are you one of my one-night stands looking for more?" Randy asked cockily.

"Randy, get over yourself," she said disgustedly. "But then you can't keep track of all the girls' who's heart you've broken." Randy looked on with a confused look.

"I'm so sorry," the mystery lady said to the crowd. "Let me introduce myself. You guys can call me Dani!" It seemed as if a light bulb had gone off in Randy's head. The mystery women- Dani- turned back to Randy.

"Ring a bell? Light bulb go off in your head? Well, that might be a first," Dani said, making the crowd chuckle a bit. Though you really couldn't blame Randy. Dani's hair that used to be all black was now highlighted with auburn. Her brown eyes were now filled with anger, pain, and sadness instead of the love, care, and compassion.

"Why are you here? Are you here just for revenge?" Randy asked.

"Please, not everything is about you ya know," Dani said. "If you had actually cared about me back then, maybe you would've known I've always loved the WWE."

"Then why can't you leave it in the past?" Randy asked.

"Because," Dani practically shouted, " how would you feel if the person you loved was only with you because of a stupid little bet!" The audience gasped. "You didn't just break my heart, you broke my spirit…you broke me. Trish, yes, WWE's very own Trish Stratus, had to call me every morning just to will me to wake up. I've even thought about suicide, but Trish saved me. If it wasn't for her, I don't know where I'd be." A few tears fell from Dani's eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. "But that's now why I'm here. I'm here for that." She pointed to the Heavyweight Championship belt on his shoulder.

"No way you're getting this babe," Randy said, patting his belt affectionately.

"First of all, wasn't babe a talking pig? And second of all, I will get that belt," Dani said.

"First of all," Randy mimicked. "Even if you could beat me, which I highly doubt, you can't because you're a chick."

"Don't call me a chick. And just because I'm female doesn't mean I can't go for the Heavyweight Title. I've looked through the rules and there is NONE that says a female can't go for the title. I've already talked about this with Mr. McMahon. He's already promised me a title match. It might not be tonight, it might not be next week, but I will get that belt." Dani said.

"But you'll get hurt," Randy argued.

"Aww... look, he's pretending he cares," Dani teased. "Well, it might have worked before, but it sure as hell ain't gonna work now. In my matches, sure people will get hurt, but it ain't gonna be me. So don't worry about me, worry about your precious title belt, 'cause soon, it's gonna be on MY shoulder."

Randy and Dani stared each other down, neither planning to back down soon. Dani brought the mic up to her lips.

"Love to stay, but I gotta jet. In the words of Chris Jericho, hasta la vista assclown!!" Dani yelled, leaving a stunned Randy in the ring.

A/N: So, hate it? Loved it? Please leave a kind review if u like it…

Lotsa Luv,

Angel