Author's Note: This story is written completely for my sister at her request. If it was up to me, trust me, there would be no Cena involved. This was started quite a while ago, but she still wants me to continue it even though she is no longer a Cena fan (Thank God!). If you're like me and you've "Cena 'nuff" you will still enjoy this story, because it's really all about Randy.

Randy Orton sat, feet crossed, in front of Vince and Stephanie McMahon in their makeshift office of the night. He was already in his very revealing tights and self-promoting t-shirt, and he couldn't help but wonder why they had decided to hold this emergency meeting an hour and a half before the start of Raw.

"Look Randy, as you've probably noticed, you've been losing some of your heel heat now that John Cena is back on Raw. As hard as we've tried, we can't stop some of the crowd from wanting you to beat Cena and retain your championship" Vince began. Randy gripped his title belt tighter, hoping this conversation wouldn't lead to the end of his reign as champion.

Stephanie picked up where her father left off with "So, we've decided we need to increase your heat with the fans by bringing in a manager."

"A manager?! I'm perfectly fine on the mic by myself Stephanie."

"Hold on Randy, let me finish. We're going to have Felix betray John to help you retain the title, and have the two of you start a romantic angle. And since a lot of the fans know about your close friendship with John outside of the ring and your brand new baby, this could have a big reaction with the fans that have been cheering for you recently."

Randy quietly thought about it for a moment before asking "Isn't this a lot like the whole Edge and Lita thing a few years ago? I mean, they even kinda look the same."

Vince decided to answer this time. "I won't say we weren't inspired by the huge amount of heat the whole thing got Adam, but the difference for one is that it's not a real life situation. Besides, we are looking at more of a dominant power couple relationship since both of you are champions. If you'll agree to it, I think this could turn a lot of fans against you and get John some much needed sympathy."

Randy smirked at the idea of making John look like a chump on T.V., and nodded his head. "Sounds good. Vince, Stephanie. In fact, I think it's just what I need." He shook both of their hands before exiting the room, nearly bumping into the subject of their conversation—the very beautiful ginger-haired Women's Champion, Veronica "Felix" Harris.

She brushed past him and entered the makeshift office, as Randy spun around to watch her go. Mmmm…he definitely wasn't going to mind this storyline at all.

In fact, he had been thinking a lot lately about his best friend's valet, and he knew there were three reasons why he found he couldn't get the newest women's champ off his mind: 1. She had red hair. There's just something about a redhead that drives every man crazy, especially a true redhead like Veronica. They're rare, unable to be ignored, and devastatingly mysterious. 2. She was barely 18, just legally within his grasp. Perhaps it was the dirty old man in him, but he suddenly realized Joe Francis knew what he was doing making all of those Girls Gone Wild videos. And 3. She and John had gotten very close over the last few months. There's nothing like forbidden fruit to drive a man crazy. So, she was his best friend's newest arm candy. So what?! He's Randy Orton, damn it!

It was around this time that the door opened and the object of his desire came storming out of the room, landing right in his arms. She shoved him back, stepped out of his grasp, and looked him straight in the eyes. She definitely didn't look as ecstatic as Randy would have liked.

He smiled, turning on the Orton charm, and began speaking. "So, it looks like you heard about our newest storyline, huh? You know, I think it will be a good push for both of us. It shows how much they think of your skills Veronica; they're already letting you be a heel in a main event storyline and remain women's champion." A little flattery couldn't hurt, could it?

He saw her face soften a little at this, and she laughed "Thanks. It will be pretty fun to make John look like an idiot too."

"Exactly my thoughts, actually" he paused, as they both realized how close they had gotten, before he decided to get to the point of the conversation. "I hope you know that this isn't going to be just a storyline, if you know what I mean…"

"I'm not sure your wife would appreciate that Randy." She stepped back after that verbal slap in the face and dared to smirk up at him. "Besides…I'm not really interested."

Not interested?!! What?!! "Look, it's not about what she wants or about what you want—it's about what I want!" And then he leaned in close, restraining his anger to growl, ruthlessly seductive, into her ear "And I always get what I want…" before confidently walking away, leaving the Diva shocked and confused.