Randy and John ran down to the parking lot and jumped into their Porsche to look for Stacy. "Damn it," Randy cursed as he tried to call Stacy's phone. "No luck, huh," John, who was driving, replied as they drove around hoping to see Stacy somewhere in the street. "How the hell are we supposed to find her? There are billions of people in New York." Randy thought before he caught sight of someone familiar, someone he loathed in fact. "Hey, John, it's Drew, follow him, he might have taken Stacy or something." Randy quickly said as John obediently followed, quickly turning towards the right intersection. By the time the streets were clear they had noticed Andrew going into a hotel. "Come on, park here," Randy hastily exclaimed before they both hopped off the sports car and ran across towards the hotel. When they got there Andrew was going into an elevator so the two impatiently waited for the lobby clerk to get to them. "We need Andrew Martin's room number." Randy hurriedly said in a loud voice catching the attention of people nearby. "I'm sorry sir, but we don't give that kind of information unless the person approves of your visit." She said slowly annoying both men. "Then tell him that he's got someone wanting to go to his room!" Randy exclaimed surprising the clerk. "Sir, please tone down your voice. Okay, I'll call his room." She replied. She dialed the number, "Hello, Mr. Martin, I have two guests waiting down here at the lobby, would it be alright if I sent them up to your room?" Andrew who was upstairs busy before hearing a call was slightly annoyed by the interruption. "Yeah, who are they?" Andrew asked before the lady turned to them and asked for their names. "Uh, Scott Steiner and Mark Henry," Randy lied as the girl repeated it over the phone. "Yeah, send them up, Andrew replied putting the phone back down and returning to his business. The clerk gave them Andrew's room number and in less than three seconds they were in the elevator.
"Knock, knock," Drew heard getting up from the chair, walking past his form of entertainment and opening the door expecting to see his friends but when he opened the door, Randy Orton and John Cena were right there in front of him. They walked in before Drew could close the door to their faces. "Stacy," Randy mumbled seeing Stacy half naked standing before him. Stacy looked at his disappointed face and then at John's bruised one then at Andrew who was turning a bright shade of angry red. Andrew quickly grabbed Randy by the collar of his Ralph Lauren shirt and slammed him to the wall with a fist ready to hit him. "You want to end up like your best bud, over there," He bellowed ready to hit Randy but John pulled him away and punched Andrew straight on the nose. "Come on, Stacy, let's go!" John said reaching for Stacy's hand as Randy's was on the door knob ready to open it. "What are you waiting for," Randy asked walking towards her as tears streamed down her face. "Damn it," John cursed opening the door himself because he was sick of all the shit the two were pulling up. "Go, he's your best friend; I'm just bringing problems to your life. Andrew won't hurt me, I promise." Stacy said but Randy wouldn't take "no" for an answer. "Stacy," Randy said but Stacy insisted, pushing the man she loved out the door before locking it.
After walking back from the hotel to their bachelor pad Randy dropped his keys on the kitchen counter and started for his room. But on the way he saw John taping up his knuckles which he used to save Randy from being attacked by Drew. "Hey, look, man, I'm sorry for bringing you into this shit." Randy apologized leaning on the door frame of their entertainment room where he was listening to Method Man's CD. John ignored him by turning up the volume and filling the pad with blaring music. "Hey, listen to me, I'm here apologizing you might as well hear me out. You know I love her more than anyone and it's just so hard being with her but I can't leave her and if you don't want to get involved that's fine, I'll do it myself. But at least forgive me." Randy said after turning the volume down manually. "Do you think I wanted to be involved? That asshole jumped on me this afternoon, your drama queen girlfriend is so stupid she didn't want to leave that asshole's place. She was probably doing it with him bearing in mind that she was nearly naked in there." John bellowed standing up from his earlier sitting position. "She wouldn't do that and she isn't stupid!" Randy replied angrily. "That's all you ever do with her, defend her. She's a mess; her entire life's got it written all over. You better leave her alone or I'll end up feeling sorry for you." John said before leaving the room.
The next morning when Randy woke up he realized that John had left a day early; they haven't spoken to each other since the fight last night. "Was John right? Was it better to live a life without Stacy?" He asked himself before going back to sleep.
It was Monday Night Raw and that day he was going to see Stacy again. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see her or if he wanted to avoid her. The lingering words of his best friend or ex friend lingered in his mind for the past days. "Hey kiddo, you seem like you've got a lot on your mind." Paul said bringing Randy back to reality after he was staring at the wall in his locker room. "What's up, I heard about you and John. It was about Stacy wasn't it?" Paul asked sitting beside his friend on the famous leather couch. "Yeah, do you think Stacy would ruin my life because John thinks so?" Randy asked surprising Paul. "You love her don't you?" Paul asked. "Uh, yeah, but that wasn't the answer I wanted." Randy replied. "If you love her then help her with her life. If you want me to help or Stephanie and if John chills and realizes how much you'd be willing to risk in order to be with her we'll help. We all will. But this isn't going to be easy. Love never is, especially in your case." Paul assured making Randy feel better. "Thanks man,"
"Hey Trish, have you seen Stacy?" Randy asked after Trish opened the door to the women's locker room. "No, I haven't heard from her since the morning you left for New York. I've tried calling her but her phone's always off and it's only the answering machine picking up at her place." Trish replied as worried as Stacy's boyfriend. "I've been worried about her," Randy said before telling Trish of what had happened in New York.
"Hey, Paul," Randy said while opening the door to Paul's locker room. "Hey Randy-o, what's up?" Paul said looking up from an application folder from a kid in an Independent wrestling promotion. "I just wanted to ask you a favor, it's for Stacy." Randy asked sitting on the bench across. "What now," Paul shrugged putting the folder back on the side table before leaning on the couch's head rest. "Stacy's been gone and out of contact since Wednesday night, the night John and I had a, uh, disagreement. I'm worried about her and I know there's a house show tomorrow but if you could just tell Eric or Vince that I can't make it then I would be so, so thankful. Please," Randy pleaded as Paul shook his head. "What do you want me to tell them? I know you don't want Eric or Vince to know what's going on with this whole Randy, Stacy, Andrew, thing so what the hell am I going to tell them?" Paul asked. "I don't know how about I'm sick or I have to go visit my grandpa or something because Gramps is sick." Randy said all the things that would come to his head. "I don't know, kid, what if they find out? Okay fine, I'll do it but you owe me, kid. You owe me big time!" Paul said aloud before shooing Randy out of the room.
"Flight 1571 from Topeka Kansas to Manhattan New York is successful. You may take off your seatbelts after the light is turned off. Thank you and have a good morning," The stewardess said over the speaker waking up Randy who flew from Kansas to New York the morning after RAW.
"Hey, sir, where do you think you're going?" The lady he had recognized from a week ago in the hotel called out. Randy turned around facing the short curly redhead. "Up to my room," Randy lied as if nothing was wrong. "You don't have a room here, sir, and I know you're trying to get to Mr. Martin's room and the young man told me to make sure you and other visitors will not be allowed upstairs." She said as if she memorized Andrew's orders. "I'm not here to go to Andrew's place; I'm here to visit someone else." Randy informed. "Who might that be?" The clerk asked in a know-it-all manner. "Uh, oh there they are," Randy said walking towards a teenage girl and her little brother who was wearing a Rey Mysterio tee. "Oh my Gosh, it's-"The girl said before Randy interrupted her. "These are my cousins and were going up, right?" Randy quickly said leading the two kids to the elevator.
"I'm sorry about that, I just need to go see someone and the clerk won't let me. Thanks for going with it." Randy said turning from the young blonde then to the five year old with a feared look on his face. He squatted down so he was almost in level with the boy. "Hey, why are you afraid?" Randy said softly with a sweet look on his handsome face. "Trevor knows you're a bad guy so he's a bit afraid." The girl answered. "Aw, isn't that cute, hey I'm not such a bad guy. Here," Randy said reaching from his back pocket and grabbing a lollipop he got from the airport and handing it to the little boy whose feared look turned into that of a happy one. "Thank you Mistew Wandy Owtin!" He said before Randy gave the boy a warm hug. "Thanks again," Randy said after signing the girl's shirt and giving them both a genuine smile.
"Mr. Martin I called to just let you know that Randy Orton is in the hotel and I'm not sure if he's on the way to your room or if he's spending time with his cousins." The clerk notified. "Cousins, that son of a bitch is just here to get to my fucking girl. Get your damn security up here!" Andrew yelled before slamming the receiver and looking towards the sleeping blonde.
Randy knocked on the door but no one answered, he figured that nosy clerk must have warned Drew. "Stacy," He repeated several times before hearing her voice. He could hardly understand but he thought she said, "Randy," Randy screamed even louder repeating her name numerous times. "Randy, please go," Stacy pleaded from inside. "What, why," Randy asked confused hearing her whimpers. "Just please, go. I'm safe here and you're safe out there. Please," She continued while Andrew held her by her thin wrists. "Stacy, you don't know what you're talking about. Come on, let me in. What do you want me to do?" Randy asked beseechingly. "I just want you to go, please, Randy, please." Stacy cried as the elevator opened and he immediately saw two security guards and the meddlesome clerk. "Bye, baby" He muttered sensitively before walking into the elevator stunning the three hotel staff that he didn't need to be dragged outside.
He opened the door to his and John's loft to spend the rest of the day there to sulk and think knowing that his flight was still the next day. As he was walking past John's room he heard several noises, "John, you here?" He called out. Randy opened the door to John's room closing it immediately after seeing what was going on inside. "Hey, sorry about that, why are you here anyway?" John said silently talking about what he was just doing with a blonde girl in bed. "I was here to pick up Stacy or at least see her." Randy replied looking at the floor remembering their argument about a week ago. "I bet it didn't go so well, huh?" John said crossly. "Maybe if I had a bit more support from my friends I wouldn't feel so bad about this!" Randy shot back. "Hey, Orts, she's too hard to deal with that if only you can see yourself right now you'd feel sorry for yourself. People backstage are always talking about you and a lot if not all feel sorry or blame you, Stacy, or Drew for this and every time I hear it I get sick and tired and I just want to hit them for talking smack about you and Stacy. Randy, I'd really like to support you and help you out but you're killing yourself. I'm just looking out for you." John replied. "What happened to you? Last month during Wrestlemania week you wanted me to go out with her and now you want me to leave her." Randy countered as he paced back and forth. "That was when I didn't know about how obsessed and determined Andrew was in getting Stacy back and now that I see that I'm just worried in your behalf because, don't you remember when you were at the hospital thrice in a week? What about that fight in the Hilton when you almost got your ass arrested. And what about last week when he attacked me, it could've been you. And how about in his hotel room when he was going to punch your lights out? Can you see what's going on? You're killing your dream, you're career, yourself." John reminded making Randy realize all that's happened in the past month. "You're right but Paul told me that you'd realize soon how much I'd be willing to risk for Stacy." He mumbled leaning on the wall. "As your best friend I guess I'll try the impossible." John guaranteed before they gave each other a friendly hug.
"Hey, man, so what happened? Where's your girl?" Paul asked at catering in a Thursday house show. Randy's Wednesday flight was delayed to 9PM so he arrived too late to tell his friend what happened. In their table were Dave, Paul, Michael (HBK), and Chris (Y2J). "You told them, I thought I told you to keep it a secret that I went to New York." Randy said surprised. "Hey kiddo, you told me to keep it a secret from Eric and Vince, not to my good friends." Paul made clear joking around by putting his arms behind Dave and Michael's shoulders who were sitting across from Chris and Randy. "So who knows?" Randy asked curiously. "It's for me to know and you to find out." Paul said raising an eyebrow. "Shut up," Randy replied making the group laugh. "So what did happen, lover boy?" Michael asked adding the nickname Randy despised yet at the same time was fond of. "Is it just me or am I under the microscope here?" Randy tried changing the topic. "Hey you're the only one unmarried here," Chris let him know. "Oh yeah," Randy replied sarcastically. "So, Ort, what did happen?" Dave asked leaning forward so it was if they were a bunch of high school kids sharing a secret. Randy leaned forward ready to say something big as their eyes widened he surprised them by saying, "Nothing," while slamming his fists on the table shocking them all. "Nice try, Randall, but you ain't going nowhere!" Chris said pulling him back into his seat. "You know what, fine; I went over to Andrew's apartment and Stacy-"He said as he watched the door open. "Dude, Stacy, what," Paul asked seeing that obviously Randy was staring at something behind him. They all turned and saw Stacy in front of the door looking for someone apparently. Randy stood up without a word and the young blonde immediately saw him. She ran out as Randy tried running after her. "Stace, wait up!" He called out before catching up with her and holding her gently by the arm. She pulled away as he saw that she had been crying. "What's wrong?" He asked wiping her tears with his thumb. "The bruise on John's eye did Andrew do that?" She asked softly sobbing. Randy wavered whether to tell Stacy the truth or not but after realizing that he loved her too much to even lie to her he nodded his head. And Stacy quickly replied, "See, I'm just trying to protect you." Randy disrupted her at once, "Exactly, I'm doing the same for you but you won't let me." Stacy shrugged her shoulders but deep inside she felt good that Randy cared so much, that he was willing to risk himself in order for her to be happy. "I appreciate your concern but no matter how much we try problems are going to keep on coming." Stacy explained. "But that's how these relationships work it's just that we picked a harder kind and we're going to accomplish this. Look, babe, I won't let Andrew get to you, to us. Believe me, Stacy, I can take care of myself and take care of you and keep you away from your past and it's only because I love you." Randy sincerely said holding both her hands with his as a tear fell down her already stained cheek. It was too hard to say no to him, he was just so irresistible and so genuine she had to agree. "You promise you'll stay out of harm," She asked giving him a constructive sign of what was about to come. "Positive," He truthfully answered before expressing all the love he could muster in one passionate and incredible kiss.