Chapter 3

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'I can't wait until your match at wrestlemania!'

Dave Batista smiled at the petit blonde beside him.

'Me neither sweetheart,' I can't wait until Hunter meets these guy's,' he flexed his biceps and smirked, 'I'm going to kick his ass!'

He smirked down at Maria; he could have sworn she'd swooned. His thoughts were interrupted by an extremely strange sight before him. Randy Orton was rushing towards him holding what appeared to be, 'flowers?' Dave said aloud.

'Sorry can't talk man.' Randy said running past.

Dave continued to stare as Randy disappeared down the hallway, when he had completely vanished from view, Dave turned to Maria, 'do my eyes deceive me or was Randy Orton just holding flowers!'

'I'm pretty sure he was.' She replied

'Huh?' Dave said rubbing his chin.

Christy had just finished getting ready for that night's festivities when she heard a knock on her locker room door. She frowned slightly, she wasn't expecting anyone. She hoped it wasn't Trish coming to give her a hard time, but she was convinced it was.

'What?' she said sharply opening the door, 'oh!' she said in shock, 'Randy what are you doing here? And knocking?'

'Can I come in?' He asked

'Well I'm not in a towel this time so I suppose…'

'Thanks.' He said practically knocking her over as he barged into the room, she figured it was the longest he'd ever been kept waiting in his life.

'What are you doing here?' She asked after she'd closed the door.

'Um,' he said shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, 'I bought you these.' He said holding out the flowers.

'Oh,' she said taking them from him; Randy Orton had bought her flowers? They were daisies as well, her favourites, how did he know? Had he actually bothered to find out something about her, or was it just a lucky guess? 'Thank you,' she said allowing herself to smile slightly, 'that was very thoughtful of you.'

'I heard they were you favourites.' He said nonchalantly.

Well there was her question answered.

'Well,' he started, 'I have a match later, so I better….' He pointed towards the door.

'Oh, OK.' She said, opening the door, he walked out of the room.

'Randy,' she called to him, he turned round, 'thanks again.' She smiled

He nodded and walked off.

That was strange

'Here he comes, Raws very own Romeo.'

'Shut the fuck up.' Randy said as he sat down at the table were Dave, Maven, Chris and Shelton sat.

'So how did it go?' Dave asked

'Well I took your advice if that's what you mean.'

'So you gave her some flowers,' Chris said, 'and then what?'

'And then, nothing. I just got out of there as soon as possible.'

'Good thinking dude,' Maven said, 'you don't want her to think you were only buying flowers for her so you could fuck her.'

The whole table burst out laughing.

'So what.' Randy said annoyed, 'anyway quit bothering me, why not ask Dave what's going on between him and a certain female interviewer.'

All eyes turned to Dave who blushed slightly, but recovered quickly, 'what are you all women all of a sudden? Since when were you all gossip queens?'

'Look,' Chris said, 'its boring being in a relationship.' He said referring to his relationship with Stephanie McMahon, 'every so often, you need a taste of the single life.'

'Shut up man,' Randy said laughing, 'anyway, me and you have a match he said patting the older man on the back.

'Right,' Chris said, 'I'm coming, geez you're worse than Stephanie!' This caused the whole table to erupt into laughter once again as Randy glared at Chris.