Disclaimer:I do not own the rights to any of the WWE Superstars listed within this story. All events are purely fictional and any relation to real life is purely my insane psychic ability, but I assure you, it wont be

Authors Note: It's been a very long time since I wrote this fiction, even longer without an update but over time it seems that it has gotten some action in terms of readers and reviewers and because of that, and also because I have recently found my urge to write again, I believe the time has come for an update. I'm only hoping that as I continue it, I do it justice like the way it was written before.


He knew this wasn't a good idea. Sure being out with John was alright, his best friend always knew how to have a good time but where Randy would have been right there with him before, now things were completely different and he just wasn't feeling it.

When Trish had walked back into his life he knew that whatever happened he was going to change and sitting here now, in the club watching silently as his friend got his groove on with the multiple women on the dance floor he knew that he had indeed done it. Changed. He was no longer the same Randy Orton.

Before he would be out there with John and now all he wanted to do was sleep until he had the chance to see her again. She occupied his mind in ways that he used to hate but now more then welcomed. All he wanted to do was be with her and her alone.

He had done as John had said of course and was now on his fifth drink since they had come out a couple of hours before. He had never been one to pace himself when it came to drinking, and he was sure given the way he used to be that he would have had more drinks in his system by now, but he was already starting to feel it with the five he had.

She wouldn't want him like this he knew that. No, Trish wouldn't want him sitting around missing her this way when he could be out and enjoying himself with friends the way he was now. Even if John was busy entertaining a hundred other women at the time, they were still there together and he knew he owed it to his friend to at least seem interested in what was going on around him.

John chose then to head back to the table where Randy sat, lost in his thoughts, almost like he had a sixth sense about where Randy's mind was.

"Come on man, I can't dance with all of these women alone. You gotta help a brother out."

"Man, you're drunk. Maybe you just need to sit down for a bit."

John had been drinking far more then Randy had been since their arrival, taking it so far as to have drinks on the dance floor with him. Even if John had done this a million times before it didn't stop Randy from worrying about him. There was only so much the human body could take after all. Eventually it was going to hit him and when it did, Randy wanted to make sure he was there. God only knew where his friend would end up if he wasn't.

"No Randy, what you need to do is loosen up. For fuck sakes just forget about how much you miss Trish for a few hours and have some fun. You do remember what that is right?"

Of course he remembered but his priorities had changed. It wasn't just about Trish. He was a father now, and with that came the responsibility of making sure he kept up the right appearance and image. Not to mention he really was starting to believe he had grown out of all this partying. There was definitely more to life for him now then this but he knew in the state he was in, John would never understand that. He was still caught up in living for the moment.

"Yes I remember but this isn't my idea of fun."

"How do you know if you don't at least try it. Look, the next drink is on me and then we're gonna go out of there and we're gonna dance with some lovely ladies and live a little. If you still feel like shit after, we'll leave."

Leave it to John to come up with a compromise. One that Randy wanted no part of but knew he wouldn't get away with ignoring or saying no to. When John was drunk, he didn't have the inner button telling him when to stop pushing. No he pushed until he eventually got his way. The allure of being able to leave sooner then intended though appealed to Randy. Maybe he could do what John wanted this time and get the hell out of there.

"Fine, you got yourself a deal Cena."

As John headed over the bartender, Randy took another look around the bar. He saw a few of his fellow superstars floating around, all single and all talking to what looked to be eligible women or at the very least the most put together ring rats he'd ever seen. He really was beginning to feel like the odd man out in the room, something he had never been before.

John made his way back then, passing the shot glass of whiskey along the table to him.

"Drink up buddy. This is your feel good juice. No more sitting around sulking over the girl. Tonight's about us."

Randy downed the shot quickly, slamming it down onto the table, flashing the signature Orton grin in his friends direction. If John wanted him to play then he'd play. Anything he could do to get the hell out of here faster and back to Trish and what he felt was his real life.

"Alright man, lets go make some women very happy!"


4:00 AM

Trish looked at the time on her watch in confusion. Surely it couldn't be that early in the morning. Even though she knew the time was right and why it was suddenly that early when she had arrived in town hours before, she was still stunned that there had been no sign of Randy or John that entire time.

Just where were they and what were they doing at this ungodly hour?

Maybe it came from all of the years she had spent away from the business but she always made sure to be in bed at a certain time every night, and it was most definitely never this time of night. Or morning, depending how you looked at it. No, even now her body was telling her she needed to find a bed and fast because sleeping on a hotel hallway floor was definitely not doing it for her tired bones.

She had arrived hours before and talked her way past the front desk given they all knew who she was from her time within the WWE, and had made her way to the door. After knocking for what felt like forever, she had made herself comfortable on the floor, sure that the boys had probably just gone out for an after show drink and that they would be back any time now.

Next thing she knew, she was waking up and staring at the time on her watch and realizing that if they had gone out for a drink, it had to have been one hell of a drink.

Where this would have concerned her before, she was secure this time in the fact that Randy really had changed and that even with him being out this late, that nothing was going on. She also knew that if something bad had happened to him she would have just known it deep inside. She felt a connection so strong with him that she knew her body would tell her if that was the case.

She couldn't help but wonder just what was going on though. When she had spoken to him only hours before, he had sounded so lost and lonely. She would have bet money that he would have been staying in the entire night.

Maybe he's actually in the room sleeping and didn't hear you banging on the door.

There it was, her mind trying to come up with explanations for why she was still sitting alone outside of her boyfriends hotel room and not inside with him the way she wanted to be. She knew it was a possibility but at the same time knew that had he been in there, he would have woken up to the pounding. She hadn't exactly been quiet about it near the end attempts she had made to gain access.

The elevator door slid open then in tune with the chime that it made as it reached the floor. Someone was coming and Trish couldn't help hoping that it would be Randy getting off the elevator. As she saw the passengers all pile off she realized that she had gotten her wish because walking towards her now, was John Cena and Randy Orton.

The only difference between her vision of him coming off the elevator and that of what she was now witnessing was that neither man was alone. No, there were three women with them, one of which seemed to be holding Randy up, or at least trying to as they walked ever so slowly toward her.

"Come on big boy, the party is just getting started."

Trish saw him smile then and her heart sank. She had been witness to that smile so often when they were together that she had begun to believe he had reserved it only for her but watching now, as he smiled at this unknown woman who was walking with her arms around him she knew that wasn't the case.

She also knew what the woman meant by what she'd said. Randy had indeed gone out on the town with his best friend and not having Trish in town meant that he could very well go back to being the way he had always been and bring a woman back with him.

She really had wanted to believe he had changed but what she was now witnessing before her now, showed that not to be the case. No he was still the same playboy. The same Randy Orton. He hadn't changed a bit.

As they got within a couple feet of her, reality seemed to dawn on John as he noticed her there, now standing instead of sitting the way she had been for the past 5 hours.

"Trish!"

Randy looked up then and after a few seconds of blinking away the blurred vision he had been experiencing since the club earlier with John, he saw her and he immediately felt sick to his stomach.

His girlfriend was indeed standing there in front of his hotel room, the look of shock and hurt paramount on her beautiful features. Had she made plans to visit him and he just forgotten about them or was she there as a surprise. With the amount of liquor he had consumed over the last few hours he couldn't be sure anymore. It was amazing he could even remember his name.

"Baby," he said, making a move toward her and watching as she flinched and backed away in response. "How long have you been here?"

She didn't respond right away, just staring at him, head to toe, taking all of him in. Trish could smell the alcohol just wafting off him and in that moment she wanted to be anywhere but where she was. The man she loved, had loved for years was now standing before her, two women on his arm, the other on John's arm and he was coming toward her like there was nothing wrong when in reality now everything was wrong.

It didn't take a brain surgeon to know what was going to take place from this moment on, had she not been here and knowing that, the sick feeling it created within her, made her want to run, as fast and as far away as she could go.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you'd have company. I need to go."

She pushed past them then, making sure to stay as far away from Randy's grip as she could, not wanting to feel even the slightest touch from him now. Everything she had pictured in her mind, of their life together, what they could be as a couple, even as co-parents to Randy's daughter blew up in her mind.

She picked up her pace then, from a fast walk to a run. No, everything she believed about the man she had confessed to love had been wrong. He was still the young and immature boy he had been when she had known him, qualities that she had overlooked quite often back then, and even attempted to change in him during their time together as friends.

It was all wrong. All a lie and the only way to fix this now, was for her to get as far away from the lies as she could.

As she stepped out into the staircase, she could hear him calling after her, but she knew given his current state, he'd never be able to catch up with her. No what she needed to do now was get the hell out of here and away from the cause of her pain.

She had to get away from one Randy Orton.