It was now a few weeks to Wrestlemania 21, and the build up had already had begun between Triple H and Randy Orton. There had been sneak attacks and words exchanged as both were looking forward to defeating the other. Randy had recieved some good news that his Father would be inducted into the Hall of Fame that night too. Roxy though had just celebrated her 19th Birthday. Randy had brought her a beautiful white gold necklace with a single black diamond in the middle of it. Roxy, for once, was given a Birthday present from a male that truely loved her.

However, she was acting strangely. Over the past weeks since she had returned from England, she had gone out nearly every night to clubs, bars or gigs to get her fix of alcohol. This was starting to worry Randy slightly as he'd never seen her act the way she had before. She was barely sober anymore and even when she wasn't it was hard to tell. He still loved her but felt like she was trying to block out Olivia's death out through drinking. He needed to bring her back down to earth, but he didn't want to distress her while doing so.

They were walking through the corridors of Raw when her Father Eric Bishoff came up to her.

"Hello Roxanna, are we sober today?" He asked sarcastically.

"Bastard!" Roxy yelled.

"What did you just call me?" Eric demanded.

"I'm sorry Mr Bishoff, it was a late night." Randy tried to reason.

"Again? Well, this just can't keep carrying on. In half an hour, meet me in the ring. BOTH OF YOU!" he roared, before returning to his office.

"Now look what you've gone and done Rox!" Randy exclaimed.

"I...really need to work things out, huh?"

"Definitely!"

"Maybe...if I go out for a drink later, everything will be sorted!"

"Rox, no, ok? You've got enough alcohol in your system to last you a lifetime!"

"Randy darling, your sooo funny!" Roxy slurred.

About half an hour later, Roxy and Randy were stood in the ring. Eric was just about to enter the ring. He looked exasperated with Roxanna. Deep down, he felt sorry for her and knew things were difficult. He felt that his next actions would be well justified if nothing else.

"The reason I have called you both into the ring, well it's mainly for your own good Roxanna. Ever since you have returned to Raw, your actions have been strange not to mention slightly embarrassing. I know that loosing the baby was hard for both of you, but life goes on you have to move on and make new beginnings, fresh starts."

Randy was pleased that someone was finally saying what he was thinking.

"I think that it would do you good to have some responsibility, something to work on. Now, this part concerns you Randy, you see, I thought since we were going to be hosting Raw from Las Vegas next week, it would be most appropriate to have a match at the start of the show called 'Till Death Do Us Part'. This match, well Randy and the other person, who I shall name in a minute, has to pick a representative. If that representative wins, they get to marry you Roxy, and they will be the Best Man at the Wedding. So Randy for example could pick Kane or Gene Snitsky, if they won for you, you would be marrying Randy. However, if the opposite team win, you will have to marry this man..."

Randy and Roxy turned to face the top of the stage, and walking out was Triple H, laughing and smiling like a Cheshire Cat. Roxy looked on in horror.

"No way! No, it won't happen!"

"Oh but it will. Roxanna, I'm a fair man so here's what I'm gonna do. If for some reason Randy's representative looses, if he wins at Wrestlemania, not only will he win the title but he will win you back too."

"Fine, you're on!" Roxy said, never liking to pass up a challenge.

"Ok, that's what I like to hear. Triple H, who is your representative?"

"My best friend, Ric Flair!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ric said from behind the curtain.

"And Randy, how shall be your representative?"

"I think I'll go with The Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels!"

The crowd cheered for Randy's pick.

"Ok, just one more thing. No one, I repeat no one, can get involved in the match. If they do, the person who they are favouring shall loose automatically and Roxy shall marry the opponent! Triple H, have you got anything you'd like to say?"

"Yeah, Foxy Roxy; YOU'RE MINE!"