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Tonight was the night of the Royal Rumble. The arena was filled with anticipation as the Superstars of the WWE prepared for the big match that would give them the sure fire ticket to be in the main event at the biggest event of them all - Wrestlemania.
Tonight, Randy Orton was going to prove to everyone in the back who doubted him that he was to be the winner of the match, especially Evolution.
Triple H was still the champion. Tonight, Chris Benoit was to be facing him one on one for the World Heavyweight Championship. Randy didn't care who he fought at Wrestlemania, he had beaten both of them before in a one on one contest and he sure as hell could do it again!
Once finding his locker room, Randy bought in his portable CD player and turned the volume up real loud. It blocked the pain out, the pain of not feeling your love one next to you, the pain of being solitary, the pain of not being a winner. He played the air guitar as he heard Gerard Way, of the band My Chemical Romance, scream the lyrics to 'Helena' So long and goodnight.
A knock came at Randy's door. He chose to ignore it at first but the person was sure persistent. Sighing, Randy turned the CD off and went to the door.
"Yeah?" he asked lazily.
"Randy, my man, what's up wit' you?" John Cena inquired.
"Not a lot, just the usual, why?"
"Well, I just thought that I'd stop by, to see if you'd heard anything from Roxanna."
Randy froze to the spot. Cena knew that he'd sparked the wrong flame as soon as he'd said it.
"Yo, sorry man, I didn't mean to."
"It's ok, I'm over it." Randy lied.
"So,
do you know when she's coming back?"
"No, I don't."
"Well I'd better go, see you later yeah?"
"Yeah, see ya."
After thinking about Roxanna for a few moments, he realised how if he won, she might come back. How everything might automatically be healed between them. 'It's worth a try.' he thought, as he carried on listening to his new CD.
It was now at least 50 minutes into the Royal Rumble match. It was down to Randy, John Cena, Shawn Michaels, Kurt Angle, Batista and Chris Jericho. Instantly, all 5 men ganged up on Batista to throw him over the top rope, and it worked to. While Kurt was stood shouting at him, HBK hit Sweet Chin Music on the Olympic Hero, and eliminated him. Kurt didn't like this and dashed back into the ring to Angle Slam HBK over the top rope. Y2J and John Cena slugged it out, until Y2J missed with the missile drop kick and found him self out of the running. It now left Cena and Randy with one person still to enter. Both men tried their finishing moves, but it didn't work for either man. Randy found himself on the apron. 'C'mon do it for Roxy!' he thought, before tossing Cena over the rope. Randy got back into the ring and posed while he waited for his next victim.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" The crowd cheered as the buzzer sounded. However no theme music hit. Randy looked around the ring hoping that no one would jump him from behind. All of a sudden, a familiar theme tune hit.
Randy stood in shock as Roxanna Richards made her way to the ring. She stood at the top of the ramp with her hands on her hips, her blood red smile gleaming in the lights of the arena. Instead of her old long hair, she had it cut off into a shorted spikier style which suited her perfectly. She was wearing a black tank top and bootleg trousers with black gloves and boots. Randy smiled like a Cheshire cat as she got into the ring.
They stared each other up and down for a few seconds. Randy could hardly believe what he was seeing.
"Rox?" He said, as she ran over to his embrace.
"I'm back!" she called, as they stood in a lip lock for a few minutes.
"I can't throw you out the ring!" He exclaimed.
"Fine, just lift the over the top rope so I land on my feet!" She said, Randy doing as she asked.
She then got back into the ring and locked her legs around Randy's midriff.
"I've missed you so much!" she purred.
"I've missed you too!" He said, chocking back the tears, kissing her in the nape of her neck before heading to the back.
