"So, what do you want to talk about?" Randy asked sitting down on the chair next to the bed. Danielle rolled over onto her side to face Randy. She smiled slightly.

"I don't know," Shereplied.There was a small silence between them as she thought, "tell me about you" Randy laughed quietly. He leaned back on his chair, resting his feet on the side of the bed.

"What do you want to know about me?" he asked, placing his hands behind his head. She thought about the question for a few moments before answering.

"Tell me about when you were younger" Randy took his feet off of the bed and sat up in his chair. "I mean, it must have been different, growing up as the son of a WWE superstar." She continued. Randy looked thoughtful for a short while, thinking it over.

"Yeah, I guess it was different in a way." He started, "I travelled a lot with my dad when I was younger, not many kids get to see their heroes from TV on a weekly basis. And I guess it's not normal for a kid to sit down and have dinner with Andre the giant and Hulk Hogan every-so-often." Danielle laughed quietly.

"Would you be doing this if your dad wasn't 'Cowboy' Bob Orton?"

"I don't know, I mean I've loved wrestling ever since I can remember, but if my dad wasn't a superstar, then I probably wouldn't be here right now, he gave me the foot in the door that I needed." He paused for a minute as he made sure Danielle was still awake, he brushed the few strands of hair out of her face, the contact making her eyes slowly flutter open. "I'm a very lucky man" He told her, removing his hand from the soft skin of her face, to lean back in his chair. He cleared his throat before speaking again. "So, why don't you tell me about your childhood?"

Meanwhile, in Dave's hotel room, the banging on the door still continued. Dave finally opened the door, startling Stacy on the other side. Regaining her composure, she smiled, and ran a finger down his chest,

"It's about time," She said trying to walk into the room. Dave stood in her way, not allowing her any further in. "Dave what's going on?" She asked almost laughing. Dave walked her back to the door.

"This is really pathetic Stacy" He told her, "That one night was a mistake, I'm married" He told her holding up his left hand, showing her his wedding ring.

"Come on Dave," She said, taking his hand and running it down his chest. "I know that stupid little ring means nothing really" Dave snapped his hand back from her grasp.

"This means everything to me!" He told her, holding his hand up again, "I love Danielle more than anything else on this planet!"

"Oh really?" Stacy questioned, leaning against the door frame. "If you love this woman so much why were you on my door step that night almost begging for me-"

"It was a fucking mistake Stace!" He interrupted.

"And if you love her so much, why were you complaining to me abouthow much she emotionally drained you, and you couldn't carry on with her-"

"I was upset, it happens!" He interrupted again.

"Face it Dave, your marriage is over! I'm just offering you a way out"

Dave looked at her for a few moments, the full force of this sentence cut him like a knife.

"Get the fuck out of here, I never want to lay eyes on you again!" He told her pushing her so hard she fell back and hit the opposite wall of the hotel corridor. "Maybe I have fucked up my marriage, but I am going to do everything humanly possible to get her back."

"What's so fucking special about a washed up, alcoholic, bitch who can't hold on to her husband?" Stacy hissed, as she slowly stood up from the floor, checking the back of her head for signs of blood.

"I don't know Stacy, but I do know that even with all of her flaws, she's still worth ten thousand of you." Dave slammed the door with so much force the walls down the corridor shook slightly.

"What do you want to know about my childhood for?" Danielle asked sitting up in the bed. Randy stood to catch her, in case she fell.

"I told you about mine" He reasoned, sitting back in the chair.

"Yeah, but mine is slightly different to yours." She saw a bottle of water on the bed side table and tried to reach out for it. Misjudging the distance between her and the bottle she fell to the floor, swearing as she realised what a fool she was making of herself. Randy picked her up, placing her on the bed, this time however, more towards the centre of the bed.

"In what ways was it different to mine?" Randy continued, realising it was probably best to keep her talking while she was in this state.

"Well, I didn't have dinner with any WWE superstars for starters." Randy quietly laughed with her for a few moments.

"Well yeah," Randy agreed, "but that's because I'm special and your not" He joked.

"Yeah, right, you're special." She agreed sarcastically. "If you really want to know I'll tell you, I just don't want to bring down the mood." Randy motioned for her to continue. There was no way her childhood could be as bad as she was making out…

"Well, firstly I didn't have a father, he ran off when I was small, I don't even remember him. My mum and I never really talked about him. When I was young I remember asking her abouthim once, and her answer didn't make me want to everask her about itagain. Anyway, I was a only child, me and my mom became more like friends rather than mother and daughter. I could get away with pretty much anything I wanted… and I used it to my advantage. From then on it's all pretty mucha blur, mom lost her job, we became poor, I got kicked out of school, I met Dave, blah blah blah" Randy let out a loud sigh. "That's the basics of it anyway,"

"That's rough" Randy commented.Danielle shrugged.

"You get used to it," She smiled. "Don't get me wrong, it wasn't all doom and gloom, I had some good mates, and some good laughs along the way. It just wasn't the ideal situation."

"I bet," Randy rubbed his hands over his head. "What about you and your mom, are you two still good friends?" Danielle shook her head.

"She died about five years ago" Randy looked at her shocked. "Look," She said standing up and sitting on the arm of Randy's chair. "We're both upset now. I told you it would change the mood." Randy forced a smile,

"No it hasn't, we're just drunk" Danielle tried to stand up, to get another drink out of the mini bar, unfortunately, her legs weren't co-operating, and instead she just slid down the arm of the chair onto Randy's lap.

"I don't think we're drunk enough" She reasoned. "There's a perfectly good mini bar over there" She said pointing in some direction. Randy laughed at her lack of co-ordination.

"I think you've had enough for one night Danielle." He laughed as she shook her head. "You're going to do yourself some serious damage if you're not careful" Randy warned. Danielle began laughing.

"It's a bit late for that now Randy" she told him, burying her head into his shoulder.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked picking her head up, so she was looking into his eyes.

"Nothing, don't worry about it" She told him, trying to look away, but Randy wouldn't let her. So instead she just closed her eyes. The silence seemed deafening between them; Danielle opened her eyes, just to find herself staring into Randy's again.

"I worry about you, you're more to me than my workmate's wife, you're my friend too" He re-assured her.

"Yeah, I know, and you're more to me than my husband's workmate, you're a friend to me too" She paused slightly, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be here right now, would I?"

"Why are you here right now?"

"I don't want to face Dave right now," She told him honestly.

"But why not?" Randy persisted. "I mean, you two are usually inseparable, but anyone looking in now would be surprised that you two even knew each other, let or lone that you are married."

"Randy do we have to talk about this?" Randy was a little taken back by how annoyed she was getting with this line of conversation.

"No, no, of course not" He told her, stroking her back underneath her shirt.

Dave looked around his hotel room, once he had calmed himself down.

"Holy shit" He muttered to himself. The room had been completely trashed. Picture frames, vases, windows, lamps had all been broken. There was a large hole in the wall above the bed where he had thrown something. Everything had been broken, the glass of the TV had been smashed, the wardrobe doors had been ripped off,the whole room could only be described as a mess.The only part of the room that was fine was the bathroom. That hadn't been touched.

He opened the balcony doors, breathing in the cool fresh air. He looked over and saw a chair to his right. Walking back into the room, he grabbed the blanket and decided tosleep on the balcony.

Randy and Danielle remained sat on the arm chair. Danielle's head had once again found the comfortable spot between Randy's shoulder and neck. He could feel her soft, warm breaths on his neck. His hand was still on her back, the other now rested on her thigh.

Danielle let out a small moan as she moved on Randy's lap. Randy's head snapped up, suddenly he realised that he was attracted to this woman – but this wasn't any woman, this was his friend's wife! Randy mentally screamed at himself to get this woman off of him, but for some reason he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

"This is nice" She whispered in his ear. Randy closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on anything other than this beautiful woman on his lap. "Randy?" She asked looking up, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, of course I am" He replied opening his eyes to look down at her, as soon as he did their eyes locked, and Randy found his hand moving up her thigh. "Listen Danielle-" He started,

"Kiss me Randy" She interrupted him, before she even had a chance to think about what she had just said, Randy had leaned down and captured her lips in a soaring kiss… the kind of kiss that you only saw in the movies… the kind of kiss that could get out of hand very quickly… the kind of kiss that she should be having with her husband.

Shit… Dave.

She had completely forgotten about her husband.

"Randy," She said breaking the kiss.

"Yeah, yeah, I know" He replied breathless, "It's Dave" Danielle nodded. "Listen I'm really tired, and you must be too, why don't you take the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor."

"Randy, you don't have to do that" She insisted.

"No really I do, after that kiss there is no way I can share a bed with you" Danielle smiled. Randy picked her up again and tucked her into bed. "Sleep tight" He told her kissing her forehead. But even an innocent action like this seemed to end them up in trouble. Before they knew it, they were both kissing again.

Never breaking the kiss, Randy managed to move so he was lying on top of her.

Coming to his senses before she did, he stood up and walked to the other side of the room.

"This is going to go too far if we're not careful." Randy warned.

"Would that be so bad?" Danielle asked sitting up.

"No, I mean yes!" He corrected himself, "You're fucking married Dani!"

"Yes, I am aware of that!" She shouted. "Listen just get into bed, we are two mature adults, we can share a bed without anything happening." Randy looked around the room, the floor didn't look that inviting, the bed however… His mind drifted away.

"OK, OK," He agreed, getting into the bed. They both moved about for a few minutes, trying to find some comfort in this awkward situation, before they both drifted off to sleep.