"Hey Paul, can I talk to you for a second?" Randy said, sticking his head into the Evolution Locker Room. Paul looked up from the bodybuilding magazine he was looking at which, of course, had a spread on him in it.
"Sure kid, what's up?" he asked, watching as the young man came into the room and sat on the couch. He put his magazine down, eyeing Orton expectantly.
"Well, I have a problem," he said.
"Okay," Levesque said, nodding. "What kind of problem?"
"Well, it has to do with two weeks ago, the night I went to the club with you guys instead of Trish," he said, watching Paul noticeably scowl when he mentioned the Canadian diva's name. The World Heavyweight Champion was getting a little sick of hearing Trish's name all the time. He knew right from the start she would be a pain in his ass.
"Look, if she's still mad at you about that, tell her to get the hell…"
"No, it's not that," he interrupted. "She's completely forgotten about that. What I mean is that while we were out, Adam and Jay Reso walked into the club we were in."
"So?" Paul said, shrugging. So what if the two blondie's were in the same room as them?
"So, Adam saw me with that girl… you know, that really hot brunette? The one who gave me her number? He saw us dancing together. He came up to me yesterday and said something about it," Randy said, thinking back to the conversation he'd had with Adam the other day.
"Oh, hey Adam, what's up?" Randy asked, opening his hotel room door a little wider.
"Since Trish is out with Amy and Dawn, I figured I'd take this opportunity to come see you… we need to have a talk," Adam said in a very serious tone. Randy raised an eyebrow, stepping out of the way and allowing the Canadian inside.
"Um… okay. What is it?" he asked, confused. He and Adam had never really spoken to each other much before, so his sudden request for a conversation surprised Randy.
"About a week and a half ago, you were supposed to go to a club with us and Trish, but you went with your boys instead," Adam started, and Randy sent him an even more confused look. Like Adam said, that was over a week ago… why would he be bringing it up now?
"Yeah…"
"Well, I've been debating what to do about this since that night. I was thinking about going straight to Trish, but I'm not a tattletale, no matter how much I wanted to say something. See, Jay and I got the wrong directions from Matt and we ended up at the club you guys were at. Well, I caught a glimpse of you, and let's just say you were pretty up close and personal with a real leggy brunette," Adam explained, narrowing his eyes at the younger man. Randy's eyes widened as he realized what he'd just heard. Adam had caught him dancing with that chick that he met at the bar… the one that gave him her number.
"I, uh… listen, about that…"
"Look, I don't even want to know what you were up to that night Randy, just know this. I'm not going to tell Trish this time. But I swear Orton, if I catch you up to something like that again, not only will I tell Trish, but I'll beat the shit out of you as well," he said dangerously. Randy swallowed hard, looking up at the slightly taller man. He could tell by the look in Adam's intense eyes that he was dead serious.
"Okay… is that all?" he asked, trying to sound confident. Adam rolled his eyes as Randy cockily crossed his arms over his broad chest.
"Yeah, that's all."
"You honestly think he's going to do anything about that?" Paul asked, laughing as Randy concluded the story.
"Uh, yeah… he seemed pretty serious," Randy replied, eyeing his friend. Shaking his head, Paul moved over to the couch Randy was on and patted him on the shoulder.
"Randy, you have to understand that there are two kinds of guys in this world. Guys that talk shit, and guys that make shit happen. Adam Copeland is all talk… he won't say or do anything. Trish is yours… he's not going to take her from you," he said. But I can't help but wish he would… get the damn bitch off my ass.
"I don't know, man," Randy said.
"Look, if you're worried he's going to say something, let me handle it," Levesque replied, turning to see what Orton's reaction would be. The younger man sent him a confused look.
"What do you mean let you handle it?"
Sighing, Paul ran a hand through his hair, "I mean, let me handle it. I know from experience what Copeland and his friends are like. I can't tell you how many times I've had to hear shit from Jericho and Reso and that whole entire group for 'not treating Steph properly' and all that. Let me go talk to him, and I'm positive I can get the whole mess straightened out," he explained.
"I… what the hell, go ahead," Randy said, hesitantly at first. If anyone was good at persuading people, it was Paul. Standing, Levesque patted him on the shoulder again.
"Good… give me two minutes with the guy and he won't be on your back ever again."
After Paul closed the door behind him, Randy sat back on the couch, deep in thought. He hoped Paul could get him out of this one. As the weeks passed and he met more and more women, it was becoming harder and harder to hide them all. It wasn't that he didn't like being with Trish, she just wasn't trying very hard to keep him satisfied. Besides, he liked having women flock to him and hang all over him… it made him feel like a god. After all, that was what Paul said Evolution was. A group of gods, lead by the be all, end all himself, Paul Levesque. Sighing, Randy knew he was going to have to make a decision soon. He would have to decide between two very appealing things… Trish Stratus, and the amazing lifestyle of Evolution. Even though Randy really cared about Trish, he had a pretty good idea of where he was going to end up.
ABOUT TEN MINUTES LATERPaul walked down the halls in search of the blonde Canadians' locker room. When he got a stage hand to tell him what room they were using, he walked over to the door and pushed it open, not bothering to knock. He grinned as he saw Adam, who currently had his back turned. Good, the Game thought silently. He liked it better when the person he was talking to didn't have any friends around to back him up. Clearing his throat loudly, he got the attention of the blonde man, causing him to turn around and stand up.
"What do you want?" Adam asked in an un-amused tone. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, he eyed the larger man suspiciously. Paul was never up to anything good.
"I need to have a talk with you Copeland," he said pointedly. Adam raised a brow, crossing his arms as well.
"Oh yeah? What about?" he asked.
"Just the little chat you had with my buddy Randy a couple days ago," he said, sizing the other man up. Adam rolled his eyes. He should have known dealing with Randy meant he'd be dealing with his pals as well.
"Oh? You coming to fight his battles for him?" Adam asked, narrowing his eyes. Paul shook his head, putting his hands up in protest.
"I'm not here for a battle Adam… I just want to explain what it was you saw at the club," he said.
"I know what I saw Paul. What I saw was Randy with his hands all over some random slut," Adam said angrily. He knew it was going to be hard for him not to hit Paul.
"You make it sound so dirty Adam… it was just an innocent dance," he explained. "Besides, you have to understand that Randy is different then most men. He has different needs… he's the kind of guy who requires constant attention, and if his girlfriend isn't around to give him that attention, well… he'll get it from someone else."
"You make it sound like Trish is neglecting him. HE'S the one who ditches her every night for you and your damn rubber friend. You know, one day she's going to see what he's doing and she's going to leave him, just like one day Stephanie will get the confidence to leave you," he stated plainly, pointing a finger at him. Paul rolled his eyes.
"Stephanie isn't going anywhere, just like Trish isn't going anywhere. See, I know you have a thing for that Stratus bitch, but she loves Randy, and she wouldn't leave him for anything. Go ahead and tell her, you know she won't believe you." Adam looked down at the floor for a moment. Paul was right… even if he did tell Trish, there was no guarantee that she would believe him. He didn't want to risk losing their friendship, especially if it was all he had. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to Levesque. "So I'm sorry Adam, but you'll have to keep your pants on till you find yourself a new chick," Paul replied, glaring at the Canadian. He watched Adam's eyes narrow angrily at him.
"Get the fuck out Paul… go hang out with your cool Evolution friends or something," Adam spat, gesturing to the door. Laughing loudly, Paul complied with his demand and walked over to the door. Then, when he reached the door, he turned back to face the Canadian, this time his expression dead serious.
"I'm telling you this for your own good Copeland… don't mess with us."
Sorry I took so long to update this again, I got stuck. LOL, I think I'm back on track now though, so let me know what you think! Thanks! *Britney