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Meanwhile, in the Evolution Locker Room, Triple H is expressing his anger to Randy for loosing at the hands of Shawn Michaels in their four on four tag team match.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED ORTON" Triple H yelled to the top of his voice.
"I...don't know." Was all Randy could say. He just couldn't get his mind off of 'her'.
"Yeah you do" Batista interrupted, standing up next to Evolution's leader, Triple H.
"Oh, where" Randy replied with a slight sound of cockiness in his voice.
"Don't play dumb with me Orton, that chick we met in the entrance"
"She is NOT some chick that we met in the entrance, she's Roxanna Richards" Randy said getting frustrated with Batista.
"Roxanna ey" Ric Flair replied, seeming slightly happy for Randy.
"Listen Orton" Triple H said "This Sunday at Backlash, your head NEEDS to be in the game. Facing the master of Hardcore Matches Mick Foley in a Hardcore style match, you can't afford to be thinking about a girl that you'll never talk to again, ok"
"NO it's not ok" Randy shouted, standing up"I WILL speak to her again and I WILL win this Sunday" and with that he'd collected all of his belongings together and stormed out of the dressing room.
In Eric's office, he was still trying to come to terms with what the young girl had just told him. Could all of that really be true? After all he'd been told the whole of the story by her and, although it made sense, he just didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to believe that an 18 year old girl was actually his own flesh and blood. He couldn't believe it. And to be honest, he didn't want to believe it. He was hoping that she's just go away or something. However, she told him that it wouldn't be that easy...
Outside of the arena, Roxanna was stood there in a daze. She had a cigarette dangling in her hand, something that she'd done from the age of 15. It helped her calm her nerves or to help her forget about something; maybe it was just that she was so desperate to forget everything and she thought smoking could help her achieve this?
At that moment, Randy Orton walked out looking rather flustered. He turned to see the beautiful, dark haired girl leaning against the wall looking into thin air. He wanted to drop his bag and kiss her to pieces but noticing the fag decided not to bother. Always the opportunist, he was going to talk to her at least.
"Hi." He said.
"Oh, hey."
"That glad to see me huh"
"Well I don't know you so why should I really give a damn"
'I love it when they play hard to get!' Randy thought, staring at Roxanna's naturally big chest with lust.
"Well, you could give me a chance, who knows, we may even like each other."
"Yeah maybe" She replied, lighting up another ciggie.
"You know, they're really bad for your health."
"So what's it gotta do with you" she asked looking at him, trying not to laugh out loud. She loved it when a guy harasses a girl when really they should just ask them out, plain and simple. This was just about the first time this had happened to Roxanna before, after all, she didn't mix with a lot of people.
"Just warning you that's all."
"Yeah well now you've warned me, so see ya" she said, puffing again.
"Why d'ya have to be so nasty all the time" he said hastily.
She hesitated for a moment. Really she didn't know why she was so nasty but she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry I've got to go" she said walking away from Randy quickly.
"What have you got to hide"
"Nothing to do with you" she said before getting into the near by taxis and presuming leaving Randy's life forever...
