Randy, feeling dejected from what happened last week, came in walking down the hall with his face to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. He only looked up when he bumped into someone.

"Not again!" Jackie shouted. She looked at Randy furiously. It seems like he has the habit of bumping into her.

"Sorry," he apologized, looking distracted and tired.

"What is your problem? Seriously get your eyes checked," Jackie snapped before walking away.

Randy watched her leave then suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

"What happened man? She seems mad," Batista commented behind him.

"I bumped into her...twice," Randy replied.

"Man you need a break, seriously. You are worn out, and you know that is not good...especially in this profession."

Randy sighed.

"I know. But I just need to take my mind off Stacy. Last week she told me it was over. I mean really over. I don't think we ever have a chance of salvaging our relationship."

Batista looked at him with sympathy. The poor guy had been through a lot.

"Did you think about what I said?"

Randy looked at him with confusion.

"Huh?"

"About Jackie. She's still available," said Batista.

Randy shook his head.

"I told you. She's not the right girl for me. Plus she hates me remember?"

"You know girls. When they say they hate you, it's actually the opposite. Go ask her out."

Randy sighed. Obviously Batista won't quit until he gets his way. Damn his persistence.

"Okay, okay. I will ask her. But if she starts acting crazy and hits me...or worse laugh in my face, I know where you live," Randy threatened in which Batista just smiled.

"Could you believe him? He bumped into me twice. Seriously if I hadn't known better, I would think he was doing it on purpose," Jackie told the other divas as they were getting ready to head back to their hotel.

Molly just smiled and exchanged glances with Victoria.

Jackie put her hands to her hips.

"Well, aren't you going to say something?" Jackie asked expectantly.

"What do you want us to say?" asked Molly, clearly amused.

"That Randy is a big jerk who has nothing better to do than to pick on women. That he is an arrogant bastard. Something!" Jackie's eyes sparked with anger.

Molly put her hands up.

"Okay, calm down. I'm sure he's not that bad. And he's cute," Molly said, grinning which made Victoria giggle.

"Sure if you're into over muscled pretty boys," Jackie remarked. She couldn't believe her so called 'best friends' were taking his side.

"Somebody has a crush," Victoria teased.

"What?! I do not like him. And if this gets out, I swear I'll-"

"Relax, we're just kidding. Let's go out and eat. I heard there's a pretty good Italian restaurant around here. I'm dying for some pasta." Molly nodded in agreement and was glad to stop Jackie's tirade over why Randy is a jerk.

As they walked out of the locker room and into the hall, Jackie spotted Randy coming towards her.

"Great, just my luck," Jackie muttered sarcastically.

"Jackie, can I talk to you?" Randy glanced at Molly and Victoria then back to Jackie.

"What do you want?" Jackie snapped.

"It's kind of private," Randy said uncomfortably.

"Well, whatever it is. You can tell me right here." There's no way she would be with him alone. Especially with no witnesses around.

"Do you want to go out tonight? There's an Italian restaurant around here that's supposed to be good." Randy stood nervously, waiting for her answer.

"Is this suppose to be some kind of joke? You are sick Randy Orton!" Jackie spat angrily before stomping away.

Molly and Vic just stared at him then began chasing after her.

Randy just stood there. So much for asking her out.