Randy Orton was glad to be back. So were his fans. Those that weren't would learn better at the receiving end of HHH's Pedigree. He was ready to return to wrestling, and wasn't going to hesitate to get revenge for what the Dudley's did to him.

But he had bigger fish to fry. Orton knew Anonymous would hunt him too; it was only a matter of when. He knew Anonymous didn't give a damn about what his family had accomplished before him, or about all the bullshit he had said about himself recently. And with his tag team partner Kane going on a rampage now that he had been de-masked, a final sentiment from Bischoff before his "legacy" ended, Orton really became a bit fearful of them.

He heard a knock on the door to his locker room, and opened it. Flair was there with 3 ladies. "We got some good bitches here tonight!" Flair said energetically, letting a "whooo!"

Orton led one of the women inside his room and closing it as Flair lead the other 2 ladies away.

"Well, where do we start?" Randy asked, leading her to a sofa and taking off his shirt.

"First off, why don't you ask me my name?" She asked.

"Good point." He said. Like it matters. "What's your name?"

"Jessica. You aren't tied down, if you know what I mean, are you?"

"No, no." Orton lied. He had two girlfriends he was seeing outside of wrestling, and had yet to sever the knot with one of them.

Jessica started to get undressed, and noticed 2 pictures on a small coffee table in the room. She didn't pay any attention to who they were until she began to take off her bra, and realized they were 2 different women. 1 was a blonde and the other was a brunette.

Randy began to unzip his pants, and got slapped across the face. Jessica stood up from the sofa, and grabbed her shirt. Orton looked at her, wondering what got into her, then saw the 2 pictures on the coffee table. He sighed, but was glad that wasn't caught on film. But he never noticed the thing on the dresser in the room, the one with the red blinking light...

***

Jessica pulled her shirt over her head, walking down the hall to the parking garage. Anonymous stepped into the same hall, and accidentally bumped into her. She started to fall, but he quickly grabbed her before she hit the ground. "Thanks." She mumbled, and stepped past him, then came up with a plan. She turned back around, and Anonymous was all the way at the other end of the hall, near Orton's locker room. She ran up to him, and asked him a favor.

Jessica was glad that Anonymous had complied so easily. Men had cheated on her before, and that's why she reacted so badly before. She left as Coach and a cameraman showed up.

"Anonymous, what do you intend to do with Evolution trying to get you?" He asked, pointing the microphone towards him.

"I have a plan." He said, turned towards Orton's door, and kicked it. Orton, inside without a clue as to what was happening, started screaming like a little girl. Anonymous punched him hard, knocking him out. Coach and the cameraman stayed back, and watched as Anonymous came out with a video camera. "This is all I need." Anonymous said, leaving the site. The cameraman turned from Anonymous, who was removing the tape, to Coach, who was confused, to Orton, who was fumbling around in the room.

***

Randy was pissed. His social life was completely destroyed, and he couldn't fix it. Both girlfriends approached him at the same time, slapped him twice each, and walked away. Now, in his pissed-off little mind, he thought his life was completely ruined.

He saw Anonymous in the garage, next to a black '69 Dodge Charger RT. That bastard screwed me over. He thought. He took a deep drink from a bottle of Jack Daniels, and broke it on the wall corner, and ran up behind Anonymous. A cameraman heard the glass shatter, and ran over towards the area of the garage Anonymous was in. The cameraman saw a strange sight on arrival. Orton with a broken bottle in one hand, which was being held by one of Anonymous' hand. His other hand was blocking Orton's punch, and Orton was struggling to get control.

Anonymous, who looked like he was having no problem at all, looked at the camera. "This'll be fun." He said, and head-butted Orton. Orton fell backwards, and dropped the glass bottle fragment.

Orton picked the broken bottle up, and stabbed out at Anonymous. Anonymous drew back, and threw off his trench coat. He drew his katana, and looked at the blade. He looked at Orton, then the katana, and tossed it away. "That'll be too easy. And I've been waiting to do this for a long time, you pretty-boy bitch."

Orton lunged again with the broken bottle, and missed. Anonymous grabbed his arm with the bottle, twisted it behind his back, and grabbed a handful of his hair, and ran him headfirst into the side of a 16-wheeler.

Orton quickly tried to climb the trailer in his drunken frenzy, not thinking clearly, just wanting to get away from Anonymous. Anonymous flew up the side of the truck, his feet not even touching the steps.

He pulled himself up on the truck, the cameraman not able to see anything that was happening. But by the sounds, it seemed like Anonymous was winning. The cameraman heard a yell, and saw Orton go flying off of the truck. He landed on the roof of a limousine, setting off the car alarm. Anonymous stood on top of the truck, looking down at Orton. He spread his arms to the side, and jumped out. He landed his suicide fall, landing squarely on Orton.

Anonymous, still not satisfied he had done his job, jumped off the limo, and went around to the other side of the car to punch Orton in the face one last time. He grabbed his hair, and pulled him off the demolished car. Orton wasn't even conscious. He coughed, splattering blood over his face. Anonymous just stood up, laughed, and left.