PART 11
THE NEXT DAY
Randy Orton walked up to the Evolution locker room, hesitating for a minute before pushing the door open and going inside. Once he was in the door, he looked to the back and saw Paul and Ric sitting on the couch. Ric was dead silent, and Paul wore a huge scowl on his face.
"Uh, hey guys," Randy said tentatively, eyeing his two partners speculatively. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. Everything is peachy fucking keen," Paul growled, keeping his eyes locked on the wall.
"Come on, what's up?" Randy insisted, hoping Paul could get whatever was up his ass out of there so he could talk to him about what he came to talk about.
"I heard Stephanie talking to Chris Irvine, telling him she's gonna fucking dump me. Do you believe that? She's going to fucking dump me for that pretty boy! What the hell is that?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. Randy's eyes widened slightly at what Paul was saying… Stephanie was going to dump him? That was definitely something he never saw coming.
"Woah… man, that sucks," Randy commented.
"You're damn right it sucks!" Paul snapped, jumping up off the couch. "Who the hell does that bitch think she is anyway? She can't dump me… I won't allow it!"
"Paul, calm down man… you know she won't have the balls to dump you if Jericho won't help her," Ric piped up, standing up and patting Levesque on the shoulder. Paul looked over at the Nature Boy, smirking at him arrogantly.
"You're right Ric… she can't dump me on her own. She'd never be able to do it. All I really need to be concerned about is getting Jericho out of the way," he said, breaking into a grin.
"Hey guys," Randy said suddenly, knowing he'd never get his story out if he didn't talk soon.
"Jericho will not be a problem," Flair said cockily, completely ignoring Randy.
"Guys…"
"I know that, I just don't want have to deal with him. He already gets on my fucking nerves without threatening to steal my fiancé. But if I have to deal with him, so…"
"Guys! Shut the fuck up and listen to me!" Randy yelled suddenly, tired of listening to the two of them. Both men looked up, each wearing a look of semi shock on their faces. It wasn't very often that Randy spoke out like that to them. He usually kept to himself and did all his talking with the women he picked up.
"Okay, okay, calm down… what's up your ass?" Paul asked, sending him a look. Randy shook his head.
"I'm fucking sick of you two sitting here all day bitching… that's what's up my ass. Instead of sitting there bitching and complaining and threatening people behind their backs, how about you two get off your lazy asses and actually *do* some of the shit you talk about!" he screamed, slightly shocked himself by his actions.
"First of all kid, I don't take orders from you," Paul said, narrowing his eyes at Randy, "and second of all, I *do* plan on doing what I said I was going to do, but you don't just jump right into shit like this… it takes planning." Randy calmed down measurably, putting his hands up in retreat.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I just… I'm a little upset, that's all. I think Trish and I broke up," he admitted, lowering his head slightly.
"What? Why?" Ric asked, a look that had a measure of concern crossing his face.
"Because… she kind of walked in on me while I was with Jackie Gayda… she wasn't too happy. To be honest I've never seen her so pissed in my whole life," Randy said, looking down at the floor.
"Shit… that's not good," Paul said, shaking his head.
"No… it isn't," Randy scoffed. "And I heard her talking to Adam the other day, and she said she's taking two weeks off. She said she couldn't handle seeing me." Randy's eyes narrowed as he thought bitterly of Adam Copeland. He had been nothing but a nuisance through his and Trish's whole relationship.
"These damn blonde Canadians! Why the fuck do they insist on getting in our way?" Paul demanded, punching the wall forcefully. Randy shook his head, simply walking out the door. Paul and Ric watched after him, both men sending each other looks that said that something had to be done.
OUT IN THE HALLRandy walked briskly down the hallway, trying to get as far away from the locker room as possible. He was already having very violent thoughts about Adam Copeland, and Flair and Levesque would only encourage that. He knew he was too new in the WWE, even with Paul as a mentor, to be getting in a fight.
"Randy!" Randy turned and groaned instantly when he saw who was standing behind her.
"Oh great, what can I do for *you* two women?" he asked, looking down at Dawn Marie and Amy, who had been the one who called him.
"Well, for starters, you can explain to me why you were fucking around on one of my best friends," Amy said angrily, looking at him in disgust.
"I don't really think I need to be explaining that to you Amy," Randy said, folding his arms across his chest.
"Unless you want my foot shoved up your ass, I'm thinking that you *do* need to be explaining it Randy," Amy threatened, moving up closer to him, with Dawn only a step behind. The fiery redhead certainly wasn't afraid to beat the hell out of Randy Orton if it became necessary.
"Look Amy, what goes on between Trish and I is our business. I know you guys are friends and all, but I don't need you coming to me and fighting her battles for her," he shot back.
"I'm not fighting any battles for her you jerk… I'm only doing what a good friend would do by…"
"By sticking your nose in my business and annoying the hell out of me? I don't think so," Randy retorted, suddenly feeling a little guilty for being such an ass. Amy *was* only sticking up for Trish, who was one of her closest friends. "Listen honey, if you have a point, make it, because you're wasting my time."
"My *point* Randy," Amy said through clenched teeth, "is that you are a piece of scum for what you did to her. If I didn't think Trish would hate me for it, I'd kick your ass right now."
"Please honey, you couldn't hurt me if you tried. Don't think I won't hit a woman if she deserves it," he shot back, almost gasping at his words. Oh man, I sound just like Paul. Randy couldn't believe he'd just said that. He would admit that at times he could be an asshole, but he would never stoop as low as to hit a woman, even if she "deserved it."
"You lay a finger on her and you'll have to deal with me," Dawn spoke suddenly, stepping in front of Amy and poking Randy in the chest with her index finger. "And trust me, honey, I'm *not* the woman you need to be dealing with."
Randy looked at the two women, shaking his head in disbelief. He certainly wasn't making any friends for what he did to Trish. He gave up, simply turning and walking away, tossing his hands in the air. He didn't know what to do anymore. No matter what he did, it always ended up being wrong. There were so many people he had to please, and he wasn't sure which side he cared about more. On one hand, there was Trish… he hadn't meant to hurt her the way he did. Still, if she didn't like him hanging out with his friends all the time and didn't want him to have a life, then she really brought the whole thing on herself, didn't she? Randy sighed, thinking about the other side to his life… the Evolution side. Drinking, partying and women… the lifestyle was amazing. They really lived just as their t-shirt said… paid, laid, and made. He didn't want to give all that up just to satisfy his girlfriend… did he? As he continued on down the hall, he looked back and saw Matt Hardy now standing with his girlfriend and Dawn. He sighed once more… he had never been so confused in his life. And as much as he hated to admit it, when he heard Matt speak to the two women, his words… they actually hurt.
"Don't worry about him Ames. Trish is way too good for him, she'll see that. He's going to end up just like Levesque. Cold, bitter, and with absolutely no one to care for him."
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