Three Years Ago: In the Locker Room
"I think I'm really going to do it."
"Your finally going to pop the big question?"
Randy Orton and John Cena were in the men's locker room preparing for their huge one-on-one match-up. But there was another thing Randy was preparing for...
"I'm going to be your best man, right?" John was happy for his friend, these two were really the perfect couple.
The Legend Killer smirked in the way only he could. "Only if she says yes."
"I don't really think anyone could refuse you, Randy."
"You'd be surprised..."
As John thought of what to say, his thoughts were interrupted with a ringing of his cell phone, he motioned to Orton that he'd be just a second as he left the room. I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna get married to the most perfect being in the whole wide world. Randy put pictures into his head, the kind of pictures that could make even him smile. So, he had no choice but to smirk his famous smirk. He looked like a love sick teenager, but that was okay. He was so love sick, he hadn't even noticed John come back into the room. His friend chuckled to himself, which caused Randy to look up. John flashed his teeth, which meant his dimples were now on display. Randy just rolled his eyes...
Three Years Ago: After Raw
Randy had taken her out to a romantic dinner, she looked absolutely stunning in a little black dress. As soon as they finished their meal, they decided to go to her favorite place. The beach. They took a stroll down to shoreside, she loved watching the waves. She stuttered a little, because she expected they would keep on walking. When she saw him down on one knee, then she knew what he was about to do, she smiled. He hadn't cared whether or not his suit would get wrinkled or dirty. He didn't have a care in the world, nothing was more important than tonight. He pulled out the ring, "Will you marry me, Mickie?"...
Tomorrow Morning
The Legend Killer had just gotten out of his shower. He smiled as he picked out his favorite t-shirt. It was black, the usual. And he put it on over his chiseled abs. His phone kept on vibrating, it might be Mickie, he thought. He walked over to the night stand where he had left his phone, he decided to check out what was causing his cellular device to vibrate; a voicemail. He didn't recognize the phone number. He played the voice-mail, he found out it was left two hours ago at eight. He heard a familiar female voice on the other end, its just that he couldn't pinpoint exactly who it was.
Hey Randy, I don't know if you remember me or not. But this is Sam. I needed to get in contact with you, because I have some news... About three months ago, we went out. Um, I don't know how to say this... But I'm pregnant, and I just had a paternity test. The baby's yours. Your going to be a father, and we're going to be a family---"
The voice kept on talking, but Randy was so shocked that he had dropped the phone. Yes. Yes, he did remember her, and that night. Even though he was drunk, it was crystal clear to him. He had gotten into an argument with Mickie that night, so he went out to the nearest bar. The next thing he knew was that he was laying in a strangers bed. Who, he would have later found out, was Samantha Speno. He never told Mickie a thing about that night, because he thought they hadn't done anything. But, he had a hard time believing that. Now, he knew for sure. Hysteria had just set in. He was in utter shock. The words we're going to be a family kept on ringing in his head, wasn't he supposed to be starting a family with Mickie? What the hell had he done?
