I do not own any of the characters in this story. they belong to the WWE and Mr Vincent Kennedy McMahon. This story came from my imagination. The only character I own, well, lets just say you'll find out about her very shortly.

This story was set before Randy Orton left Evolution, approximately April 2004 time, and the plot will suit this. Please RR, you can help me to improve this story. Happy reading!


Walking through the dark streets of New York, she felt like the whole worlds eyes were upon her. 'What the hell am I doing here?' she questioned her conscience, her breathing becoming much deeper than before she started her journey. The reason she was here was simple, well so it had seemed before she left England, the place she called her home. She needed to know the truth, and at 18 years of age, she felt that this was the best possible time to do just that. She knew that this could be a make or break situation for her, and she would welcome the latter with open arms, like she had done for most of her life. Finally she had reached her destination and, although still uncertain of her decision to come here, she did so anyway, she had to. There was no going back.

She opened the door of the large arena carefully, hoping not to make too much noise. She'd always been bad at entering a place and usually managed to mess it up some how. She always managed to get her coat stuck in the door or be talking about something completely inappropriate while doing so. She thought this occasion would be the same, or would it?

After entering, she stood in awe for a few moments, gasping at the bright lights and attractions of the most famous Arena of them all; Madison Square Gardens. She smiled to herself, knowing that for once in her life she had made the right decision. At that moment, two men came walking over near her, which made her feel uncomfortable. She'd always been bad around the opposite sex, and this occasion was bound to be no different. Thankfully for her, the two men were so engrossed in their conversation that they'd barely noticed her.

Just then, the slightly shorter of the two looked up. Both of the men were wearing expensive looking suits and seemed extremely cocky. Each were tall, dark, and in their own minds at least, handsome. 'Too bad they are the only two people around, but I need directions!' she thought to herself.

"How can I help you" The taller male asked her.

"Ummm well, yes, I..."

"There is no need to be shy around us little lady" The shorter guy said. "How can we help you"

She looked at the shorter guy and forgot where she was for at least a moment. Sure, she wasn't as tall as them, but she hated it when people said that to her. What annoyed her even more was that they called her that when she was actually 5 foot 7 and a half inches, not over tall but not teeny!

"Can you tell me where, ummm, Eric Bishoff's office is please"

"Sure, if you keep walking along the corridor and turn left, you will see a blue door. You will have to tell the security guard who you are and he may let you through." The taller guy responded.

"Does he know you are coming" Asked the less muscular, shorter of the two.

"Yes and no." She said indecisively.

"Well if you need anymore help then just come and find us. I'm Randy Orton, and this is Dave Batista." The shorter guy replied, pointing to Batista.

"Thanks for your help" she said gratefully.

As she started walking away, Randy shouted to her"By the way, I didn't catch your name, what is it"

"My name is Roxanna Richards." She replied wearily, before waltzing off in the direction given to her.

'Hopefully, I'll be seeing you around!' randy thought longingly to himself.

"Earth to Randy, earth to Randy" Batista said, waving his hand in front of Randy's face.

"Yeah, ummm, sorry, where were we"

"C'mon man, keep focused, we need to win tonight. It's not gonna be as easy as pie"

"Yeah, I know"

"Shawn Michaels, Chris Benoit, Mick Foley and Shelton Benjamin are not easy opponents, we need to have our head in the game, not on some girl"

"Hey, she's not 'some girl'. She's Roxanna Richards" Randy said delusional.

"Whatever man" Batista tutted. Randy had always had his eye on women, looking for some hot chick just to laid. But Batista knew that Roxanna would never fall for that load of rubbish. She looked more sophisticated than some of the girls Randy liked. She didn't even look like Randy's type either; in fact, she was kind of Gothic in many ways especially where it came to the eye make-up. Her eye liner was smeared on in vast quantities. Nope, she definately wasn't Randy's type, she wasn't showing off much flesh at all.

"Only time will tell" Batista muttered under his breath.