Sorry for the lack of updates but I've been one 'work experience'!
Roxanna sat in her dressing room, fixing her hair and make up before Randy arrived. She was kind of excited to be going on a date but equally she was dreading spending the whole night with a man that she thought she couldn't stand. She pulled up her shocking pink fishnet tights before making sure her black dress wasn't showing off too much cleavage.
She heard a knock at the door.
"Just a minute!" she yelled before looking in the mirror one last time and picking up her jacket.
As she walked out the door, Randy's mouth dropped open.
"Wow, you look...hot!" he gasped.
"Thanks Randy, you don't look so bad yourself. Shall we go?"
"Yeah, would be a good idea!"
When they got to Randy's flash car, he presented her with a bunch of red roses. Roxanna like flowers a lot, and was grateful to Randy.
"How did you know that I like red roses?"
"I dunno, most girls don't they?"
"No, my best mate back home hates flowers, she hates the aroma, the look of them, everything!"
"Ok, well that's my guess out of the window!"
Randy and Roxanna were still deep in conversation about flowers when they pulled up near the Italian restaurant. Randy took Roxanna by the hand and dragged her into the building.
They both were helped to take their jackets off as well as being seated. Once they'd ordered both food, and drinks, Randy started asking Roxanna awkward questions about her home country, England...
"How does England compare to America?" Randy inquired, sounding interested in his dates response.
"Ummm, I dunno really, it depends what area you're talking about."
"Which area did you grow up in?"
"The capital London."
"Was you born there?"
Roxanna felt a cold sweat break over her, she didn't want him to find out about her hidden past...
"Ummm no I was born up in Scotland."
"Oh, is that where most of your family come from?"
"Yeah, well, no. My ancestor's are mainly American."
'I really shouldn't have just said that!' she thought to herself.
"What are your family like? Have you got any brother's or sister's?"
Roxanna grabbed her handbag, "Sorry, back in a minute!" she uttered before escaping towards the toilets.
Randy, by this time, was worried. Every time he tried to talk to her about her past, or family, she disappeared or didn't respond. 'Maybe she had problems during her childhood.' he thought to himself, waiting for his date to return.
Roxanna, meanwhile, was in the lady's toilets. Her breathing was becoming heavier as she tried to block out her past memory's...
Flashback: Roxanna's 8th Birthday.
"Mummy?"
"What is it sweetie? You know your friends will be here soon."
"Mum, who's that man on T.V?"
"Which man?"
"The man that is doing the WCW Magazine report silly!"
Roxanna watched as her Mum, Charlotte, stood frozen staring at the TV. She didn't move an inch, not until he'd left the screen.
"Oh my gosh!"
"Who was it Mummy?" Roxanna asked, "The man looks kinda like me, don't you think?"
Charlotte looked at her daughter carefully, painful memory's of her ex-fiancé flooding back to her like a river about to overflow. It was true, Roxanna did look like the man on the TV. The same shaped eyes, the same dash of blackish brown hair, the same broad grin, everything. She couldn't hide the truth from Roxanna, she felt terrible for doing so, but she just couldn't tell her, no tonight anyway.
"Ummm, must be a coincidence, I guess!" Charlotte replied, the spring-time heat coming over her.
"Oh look, Rebecca's here!" Charlotte added hoping that her daughter will have forgotten about him soon.
The next day was a nightmare for Charlotte. She didn't know what to say to Roxanna, or how to say it. She didn't want to crack her little girls mind like china dropping to the ground. What was she meant to do? Roxanna had picked up on it. It was going to be all down hill from here...
"Mummy, please say something?"
"Fine Roxy, that man was your Father ok? YOUR FATHER! That's why you've never had a Daddy to play with you when you were little or to share things with coz that bastard walked out on us when we needed him most, ok?" Charlotte sobbed, running out of the room.
Roxanna stood there, frozen to the same spot, just like her Mother had done 24 hours before hand. Small tears tumbled from her eyes as memory's came coming back to her. She never had a Father figure in the house. She could only ever recall the odd man in the house, men that her Mother went on a few dates with before claiming "He wasn't the one." It reminded her of Father's Day, at school, when all of the other children made cards for their Daddy's but instead Roxanna made cards for her Mummy. That's how it always was, and always was to be, Roxy and her Mummy.
End of Flashback.
Roxanna brushed the tears from her face and made her way back to the table where Randy was waiting for her.
"Are you ok Roxanna?" he asked sympathetically.
'Poor guy,' Roxanna thought, 'I've been so preoccupied with myself that I left Randy all on his own.'
"Yeah, fine thank you."
"Sorry if I offended you at all, it wasn't intentional." he said sorely.
"It's ok Randy, thanks."
After finishing their meals and drinks, Randy drove Roxanna to her flat. He escorted her to the door.
"Do you want to come in for coffee or something?" Roxanna asked gently, in her seductively soft voice.
"Ok!" Randy said, before following her to her apartment.
Once inside her apartment, they took their shoes and jackets off.
"You've got a nice place here!" Randy exclaimed looking around.
"Thanks, I decorated it myself. I took a course on Interior Design during my collage days."
"Really? Well I like it anyway!"
"Thanks!"
"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" Randy asked, being handed the hot cup from Roxanna.
"Eighteen!" She said excitedly.
This took Randy by surprise a little. Sure, she did look youthful but he couldn't believe there were 6 years difference between them two.
"Cool! While I was eighteen, I was training to be in the Armed Forces."
"Really? How come you're not still there?"
Randy explained the long story to Roxanna who had a keen interest in history.
"Wow, so you are a bit of a rebel?" she laughed.
"Hey you know it! So how did you get to be in the WWE?" Randy asked.
"Long story really, too long for tonight!"
"Is that a way of getting me to leave?"
"No, I just don't want to go into it tonight that's all!"
"When will I next see you?" Randy inquired, taking his coat of the hanger and putting his shoes on.
"At the Raw house shows I guess, my contract has finally been cleared for me to go to house shows with everyone!"
"Ok, well I guess I'll see you on Friday!"
"Yeah, I can't wait!"
Before Randy walked out of the door, she took his hand and kissed him on the lips generously. Randy returned the favour and confirmed his feelings for her; he was in love.
"See you at Raw!" She purred, closing the door behind him.
