I REALLY...REALLY shouldn't be starting ANOTHER new fic....but I couldn't resist this. It is a response to a challenge posted by cherrycokerocks on lj. I just tweaked it a little....so let me know...love it? Hate it? Keep it? Can it? Review please: ) love all you guys who take time to read my stuff and leave me feedback.

Randy Orton smiled as he rolled the tape tightly around his wrists, "Come on John what is this the third time you've gone out with this same girl?"

The other man sighed as he took a seat on the nearby bench, "Yeah, it's called dating...you've probably never heard of it..."

"Ha-ha," The Missouri native said dryly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Of course I've heard of it moron, I just don't see the need. Why keep seeing a girl if you can just sleep with her and find a new one next time you need some satisfaction..."

John twisted up his face, "I'm no prince but Jesus Christ, Randy, you've got to have something itchy going on down there by now."

"Jealousy is an ugly thing John." Randy replied, laughing as he got up to search for his knee pads.

Laughing himself the Boston man stood up to grab his water bottle, "I'm not jealous of your genital warts dude..."

"Very funny..."

"Seriously Randy, like when was the last time you were in a normal, monogamous relationship?" His friend just looked at him, obviously thinking very hard about the question. "My god, you can't even remember can you?"

No matter how much he thought about it Randy was still drawing blanks on the subject, "No I can't but... that's a good thing..."

John bent down to tie up his shoe laces when suddenly a smirk appeared on his face, "I bet you couldn't even be in one."

"Yeah because I wouldn't want to..."

The pair had been friends for years, and John knew exactly how to push his buttons, this could be very entertaining. "How does ten grand sound?"

Randy's head snapped around, "For what?"

He knew he had him now; Randy Orton could never back down from a bet... he once wore the same pair of underwear for a week to prove to Matt Hardy that he could still attract a woman while smelling like the inside of an old sock. "I'll give you ten thousand dollars of my own money if you can stay in a relationship for a month..."

The tattooed man's eyes lowered, "And what's in it for you exactly?"

"I just want to see you try...I give it a week...tops."

Slamming his locker angrily Randy turned around; "All right you got yourself a bet, but be prepared to put your money where your mouth is."

The trademark dimples made an appearance on the champions face, "Ok Randy but if you back out before then you have to pay me the money..."

"Ok... but you know I never loose Cena."

Rubbing his chin in thought John seemed to have yet another light bulb go off, Randy recognized that look...and he wasn't sure he was going to like this. "You know what Randy, that's too easy...you need to show real commitment and loyalty here..."

Folding his arms over his chest Randy was ready for John to just get to the point, "Ok so how do you want me to do that?"

"I say we double the bet...but the next woman you see you have to ask her to marry you. If she says yes, you and I are on our way to Vegas and you're in for a whole month of wedded bliss."

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, "John that's stupid, some random girl isn't going to marry me out of the blue..."

A sly grin was John's response, "Hey you're the one who thinks he can get any woman on the earth...if they want to sleep with you then surely they'd die to marry the one and only legend killer himself?"

Randy screwed up his face at his friend, "And if she says no?"

"Then it's all over, no money changes hands."

"Fine," Randy said, extending his hand for John to shake, "Bets on." Truthfully Randy was hoping the broad would just say no, who in their right mind would marry a stranger anyway? If she just shot him down he might have to live with his friend ribbing him for a while but that way no money was lost and he wouldn't have to get married. But he could never turn a bet...."I hope you realise this is the stupidest bet we've ever made."

He was about to sit back down when the locker room door flew open, "John can I borrow your..." The woman cut herself off mid-sentence when she noticed the stares she was getting from her two close friends, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

John couldn't hide the smile that was taking over his face at that moment, "No reason, just really happy to see you Ames..." He told her, walking over and throwing an arm over her shoulder.

"Um...have you been smoking some of Randy's 'herbs' John?"

He laughed as he looked over at the panicked expression on Randy's face, "No nothing like that, it's just that we were just talking about you...."

The red head pulled away from his embrace, "Randy do you know what's wrong with him?"

"I-I-I-I" He stuttered, unable to believe the path that fate had taken.

"Why are you too acting so fucking weird?" Amy asked, absolutely creeped out by the pair's odd behaviour.

John walked over to where they were standing, nudging Randy in the ribs, "Randy just has something to ask you that's all...." He said to them both before lowering his voice to whisper in the man's ear, "a bet's a bet bro,"

Randy tugged at his collar, and scratched his face, uncertain of how to go about what he knew he had to say. Was he really about to do this, was he actually about to propose to his best friend? John must have thought things were moving to slow as he reached out try and inconspicuously shove Randy onto his knees.

Amy looked down at him bewildered, as Trish walked in the room.

"Blondie..." John greeted her, watching her come to stand at his side. "You're just in time." He informed the Canadian, gently placing his arm around her waist.

She sent him a puzzled glance, "For what?"

"Umm will you marry me?" Randy blurted, his voice quick and soft.

"What?" She questioned, unable to tell from his low tone if she had actually heard what she though she heard.

Once again John stepped in without her knowledge, lightly kicking Randy in the back to signal to him to put more into it.

"Ow," He said under his breath, turning his attention back to Amy, "Will you marry me?" Randy repeated.

She looked up to see her friend standing there, giving her the death glare. Trish was nodding her head violently and Amy knew what she had to do, "Yes."

He got up off his knees and turned to John, about to utter the words "ok are you happy now?' when he realised she hadn't said no. "Wait what?"

"I said yes, I'll marry you Randy."

Nothing could have prepared him for that moment, and apparently it was just as big of a surprise to John...who looked like he had just witnessed someone getting hit by a bus.

Trish was the only one smiling... while everyone else seemed to be wondering what the hell had just happened.