Randy sighed as he walked out to the garage and got in his car. He stood outside the car for a minute before he punched the side of it, three or four times before he slid down beside it and ran his hands down his face. He still didn't like to talk about it. The night his relationship with Michelle ended. Or the fallout he'd felt from it for the next few months afterward.

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"I can't wait to head back to the hotel and just hang out for the rest of the night." Randy said as they walked to the car. He looked over at her, busy texting away on her phone and shook his head. She'd been like that for the last few weeks. Distant. Secretive. She'd put a password on her phone so that whenever it was laying around, he couldn't see the messages. He couldn't prove anything, but he was pretty sure that this new found secrecy had something to do with the time she'd started spending in Mark's locker "Michelle?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry….I wasn't listening. I was too busy reading the message Lay just sent me." She said. "What were you saying?"

"Nothing." He said as they got to the car and got in. She buckled her seatbelt and turned to look at him. They rode to the hotel in silence and got up to their room. Randy sat back and watched as Michelle walked into the bathroom and changed into a swimsuit and grabbed a towel. "Where are you running off to?"

"Oh, Lay asked if I wanted to head down to the pool for a little while. You don't mind do you?" He sighed and shook his head. "Great. I'll see you in a few hours." She said as she kissed him on the cheek and headed out of the room. He waited for a little while and then changed into his swim trunks and headed down to the pool. And his suspicions were confirmed. Michelle was backed against the wall of the pool, her top loose and her arms looped around Mark's neck. She opened her eyes when she heard him let out a breath of air and the expression on her face changed. Mark noticed the change in her expression and looked back over his shoulder to see Randy walking back toward the elevators. He turned back to look at Michelle again.

"I thought you ended that."

"Not yet….give me fifteen and I will meet you in your room." Mark nodded and got himself together.

Randy was pacing the hotel room by the time she got back up there. He was angry and hurt. And he just wanted her to get her stuff and get the hell out so that it could be over. His head shot up as the door to the room opened up. "I can explain." He heard and he stopped pacing and looked at her.

"No need. Seeing you pretty much naked fucking Mark in the pool was explanation enough. Get your shit and get out. It's over." He said as he grabbed his jacket and headed out of the hotel.

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He hadn't even brushed her as he walked by her to leave the hotel. But she'd showed up at the arena the next day with a bruise on her arm claiming that he'd been furious when she got back to the room and he'd grabbed her. Her performance was complete with fake tears and the sympathetic ear of the most powerful man backstage other than Vince. He'd been condemned immediately by almost everyone. Only John, Janie, Randa, Mike and Candice had believed that he didn't know what the hell was going on. Mara wasn't asking a lot of him. Just to know the truth about what happened. And he knew if they were going to have an open and honest relationship, he'd have to tell her. But he didn't know how she would react.

Mara sat on the bench in John's locker room and watched as he paced around. "I told him he should have just told everyone the fucking truth to begin with. But he said it wouldn't have mattered. He never laid a hand on her. He has a temper but he would never hit a woman. He pays a fortune in rental car insurance though." John said. "And then he started having meaningless sex with Candice."

"Candice?"

"Oh, he didn't tell you that either I guess." John sighed. "They'd been hooking up for a few months when I found out and I went crazy on him. I told him that he needed to stop letting that bitch have such power over him and try and get back out there. He told me that things were Candice were working out well for him. But I didn't believe him. You could see that he just wanted something…more. A few weeks later, Candice came to him and broke it off. He was miserable until he started talking to you on that dating site. He's been like the old Randy the last couple of weeks. The one before Michelle turned everyone against him. And you did that. He's stubborn and can be a giant pain in the ass sometimes but if you really care about him and you really want to see where this goes, you've got to be willing to call him on his shit and make him open up to you." Mara nodded. "I bet he's in the parking garage. Go talk to him." Mara nodded and walked out to the parking garage and found Randy sitting on the ground by the car. She stood there for a minute just watching him. His arms were resting on his knees and his long fingers were on either side of his head. She looked at the car and then at his bruised knuckles before she sat her bag down and joined him on the ground by the car. He looked over at her, almost surprised that she was there.

"I think we need to talk about this." She said. He nodded.

"I'll talk to you about Michelle if you tell me what really happened with Phil." He said.

"Okay. But I want to know about Candice too." Randy nodded.
"Let's head back to the hotel."