Roxanna's music hit and her video was played. Many of the fans liked her because she escorted Eugene to the ring but hated her coz she was dating Randy Orton. As he was a part of Evolution, he deserved to be booed. Many of the crowd clapped as the brunette grabbed a microphone before silence fell upon the arena.

"You know, for some time I've been in the WWE, here on Raw, and I've gotta say that up and till today I'd been enjoying myself. Escorting a talented, up and coming superstar to the ring made me value the whole business, made me appreciate what athletes go through, in order to try and get to the top of the hierarchy. Then there comes the guys, some of which I've grown close to. I've become best friends with the best Women's Champion of all time, Lita, and began dating a man that up until a moment ago, I thought was sweet and sensitive. But ultimately, out of all of them factors, only one of them plays apart in me being out here, that person being Eugene."

The crowd cheered at the name of Eugene, as JR and Jerry sat at their desk looking and sounding rather confused. Roxanna continued as the audience went silence.

"You see, I've come here on a mission, one which none of you know about. But I've heard people in the streets saying "Hey, there's that mysterious girl from Raw, I wonder why she hardly speaks or does anything. I wonder why she came here from England?" Well now, you are to find out. Although I was born and raised in the UK, my ancestors are American. For years, I grew up in Scotland and then I moved down to England's Capital City of London. The reasons for this was due to my Mother's business.

"I have always been blessed with financial security and good education, but there is one thing in life that I have never had and that's a Father. Many of you recently celebrated Father's Day. Well, when I was little, I didn't celebrate Fathers day for the simple reason that I never had a male relative in the house. Where did he go I hear you cry and what has this got to do with Raw? That is about to be explained.

"My Mother, who at the time was 7 months pregnant with yours truly, was to get married up in Scotland on March 16, about 18 and a half years ago. She looked beautiful, from the pictures that I have seen. The man she was marrying, she met here in America, who at the time was working for another company. To cut a long story short, while helping her set up her own business, they fell for each other, and decided to get married.

So the day of the wedding came and the Groom was no where to be found. Frantically, everyone searched for him before my Mother found out, the strain of course could have sent her into an early labour. My Mother had arrived at the Church before my so-called Father did, which was bad look in itself. An hour and a half later, his Best Man walked into the church holding a note. It was written by my Father and basically said that he couldn't deal with commitment, didn't want to get married or uphold a business with anyone just yet. He said he had more living to do before he settled down.

After reading the note, my Mother burst into tears and fell to the ground. When things couldn't get any worse, she went into premature labour. The end result was an ill baby who was barely alive and a young woman with internal damage to her womb. Eventually, we both did get better and moved as far away as possible from the Scottish town where we were to Edinburgh. Later we moved to London, which is where I found out the awful truth from my past, at the tender age of 8 years old, a day after my Birthday.

The worst thing about this is that a couple of months ago, the man that had walked out on me and my Mother told me that I was a mistake, made me cry and made me feel like absolute shit. Not once has he ever sent me a Birthday nor Christmas Card, let alone present and I'd never held a conversation with the Bastard until April of this year."

By this time, the crowd were at a hush, eager to hear the name of the man that had done this to her.

"By God, who could it be Jerry?" JR asked his co-commentator.

"I dunno, but I've got a feeling we are about to find out!"

"The name of this lunatic, this asshole, the pathetic excuse of a human being? None other than the General Manage of Raw, Eric Bishoff."

The crowd gasped at the shocking revelation, not to mention Randy, Lita and others backstage.

'So that's what she has been hiding for so long huh?' Randy thought sadly to himself.

"So there you go, the big secrets out, I'm Eric Bishoff's daughter. But I have one last thing to say to anyone listening backstage; I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not letting you in sooner or having to say it this way. I hope you understand though." Roxanna sobbed, making her way back to the Locker Rooms as the crowd were still at hush.

Randy, by this time, had made his way to the Evolution locker room. Lita however went to find Roxanna.

"Roxy, I'm so sorry..."

"It's ok, I wish I could have had the guts to tell you sooner."

"Why didn't you?" Lita asked slowly.

"Coz he'd begged me not to say a word, that's why!"

"That Pisshead! Look, do you want me to take you back to your house, maybe we could talk some more yeah?"

"Let me just get my stuff and then I'll come with you, ok?"

An hour and a half later, Roxy was back home with Lita. They talked for a little while about the past, and both even shed a few years.

"I'd better go, Matt won't want me staying out too late!" Lita joked cautiously.

"Ok, and thanks for being so understanding, yeah?"

"Hey, what are friends for?" Lita said, as the two girls cuddled.

"I'll see you whenever yeah? I'll let myself out..."

"Yeah I'll probably ring you later in the week." Roxanna said, plonking herself down on the sofa.

"Ummm, Rox, I think you have a visitor..."

And in walked Randy Keith Orton.