The next day, Roxanna woke up with a start.

"Room Service!" a voice called, knocking on the door at the same time.

Roxy looked at the clock. It was quarter to 9 in the morning.

"Yeah, just a minute!" she whispered, trying not to wake her sleeping boyfriend up.

She unwrapped his arm from around her and looked around for something to cover her up. She found her bra and panties from last night and slid Randy's crisp, white shirt over the top of her. She couldn't be bothered to do the buttons up as she stumbled towards the door, opening it ever so softly.

"Ummm, champagne for Mr. Orton, can you sign for it?" He gawped at the barely dressed Miss Richards.

"Yes certainly." She said, turning around to sign the slip, hoping that the male stranger before her didn't get too much of an eyeful.

"I did get the right room didn't I?" The puzzled man asked, handing her the champagne.

"You certainly did!" She smirked closing the door.

By this time Randy had woken up. He had propped himself up in bed and was admiring the view before him.

"Baby, who was that?" The confused Champion asked.

"Some jobber man from room service with champagne. Look, it has a card with it." She said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What does it say?" Randy asked curiously before joining Roxy at the end of the bed, kissing her neck as she read the card.

"To Randy. Congratulations on becoming 'The Man'. We never doubted you for a second! Signed Evolution. Someone pass me a vomit bag!" Roxy laughed, handing the note to Randy.

"At least Triple H isn't really mad at me."

"Why would he be mad at you? It's called development, growth, progression. It's called Evolution!" Roxy said fairly cheekily.

"Yeah I guess you are right," Randy considered. "So, d'ya wanna drink it now, to continue the celebration?" Randy asked, hugging Roxy tightly.

"You can."

"Why won't you?"

"C'mon, Hunter brought it for you not me!"

"Hey, whatever's mine is yours." Randy spoke before kissing her again.

Hours later, the young couple arrived hand in hand at Raw. Randy kind of was hoping that he didn't have to wrestle tonight, he knew that he wasn't up to it and thought that it would be best no to for at least a week. His body was still kind of hurting from the match last night but Roxy seemed to make everything better. Randy watched as his love interest spoke to her best friend, Lita.

"Where were you last night girl? I called your hotel room and your mobile but you didn't answer."

"Ummm, no reason." Roxy said, rather unconvincingly.

"Tell me!"

"Tell you what?"

"Where you were last night." Lita said, folding her arms.

Roxy hesitated. She didn't want people to know...

"C'mon Rox, I'm your best friend, remember?"

"Ok, ok, ok, I was with Randy all night!"

"Doing what exactly?" Lita grinned.

"Can't you guess?"

"Yeah, I was only joking I hope you used protection!" Lita giggled, watching closely as Roxy turned bright red.

"Of corse we did!" Roxy whispered.

"Congratulations Randy!" Lita shouted before walking away still giggling.

About an hour into Raw, Roxy was talking to Randy about her and Lita's night out on Sunday to an intimate Green Day gig when Mr 4 Real, Chris Benoit walks over to them.

"Orton, nice title you've got there. It reminds me of when I won that exact same belt at Wrestlemania 20. Oh yeah and when I lost it at Bad Blood. Remember that? Remember how you screwed me out of the title?"

How could Randy forget...

Flashback, Bad Blood, June 2004;

The referee was once again knocked down. Triple H and Chris Benoit were lying motionless on the canvas. Suddenly, Ric Flair, Batista and Randy Orton all ran down to the ring. They started pummelling on Benoit. Then, they grabbed Chris' own title and hit him smack bang right between his eyes. Randy dragged his leaders arm and laid it over Chris' body before waking the referee up. 1-2-3 and Triple H was the new World Heavyweight Champion as Evolution smiled on in delight.

End of Flashback.

Randy remembered how hallow that made him feel and how awful it felt ruining a man's dream. It just wasn't right, nor fair.

"If I remember rightly, I never got to fulfil my re-match clause in my contract," Chris continued "And our General Manager Eric Bishoff has just sanctioned a match for next week; Chris Benoit vs Randy Orton for the World Heavyweight Championship. Oh yeah, and there is no need to thank me!" Chris laughed before walking away.

"Shit!" was all Randy could think of to say.