Chapter 4

Survivor Series came and went by without Randy exchanging a word to Riley. Maybe it was because he was avoiding her, and maybe at the same time she was avoiding him.

Randy had been avoiding the arena all he could, and often would film his RNN reports off the site, in an attempt to not only avoid Riley but more importantly Chris.

One day on his way home, in St. Louis Missouri, he found the reason why he could no longer avoid them:

To:

Randy Orton

John Cena would like to invite you to the Surpise Birthday Bash in celebration of Trish Stratus' 27th Birthday.

When:

December 18th. 5:00pm –

Where:

4 Edingson Road

WEST NEWSBURY

MAS.

USA

(Home of Riley & John Cena)

RSVP:

Riley Cena – 0406 88 970

Or

John Cena – 0453 76 458

Randy knew that if he was to decide that he didn't want to attend the event, that he would be lectured from John about be disrespectable.

Once he was inside of his home he picked up the nearest phone and dialled John's number.

"Homes, I haven't spoken to you in ages!" John announced when he answered the phone, obviously he had seen Randy's name on his caller ID.

"Yeah I know," Randy shrugged, "I just wanted to tell you that I can come to Trish's Birthday."

"Oh that's great… hold on a second," John said.

Randy began to hear something on the other end of the phone, it was distant but he could still make it out.

"Chris, you are stopping me from facing Victoria!" he heard the voice of Riley Cena yell.

"I'm worried," Chris yelled back, "that woman's a psycho."

"You just don't want me to win the title," she yelled in return.

"Why wouldn't I want that?" he asked, "It isn't even a title match."

"Because, your scared that if I get a taste of winning, I'll go right after the title and then I wont want to manage for you," she said a matter of factly.

"WOULD YOU TWO SHUTUP FOR ONCE," John suddenly yelled, "I'm trying to talk to Randy!"

"Let me talk to him," Riley pleaded suddenly.

"Ok," John went to go hand the phone to Riley, but as soon as she raised it to her ear she heard the line was dead. He had hung up.

Trish Stratus wasn't entirely sure why Riley had insisted that they visit her home outside of Boston in Massachusetts.

They had had a RAW show the night before, and that day the two girls had spent the day with Lita shopping in Boston.

As Riley unlocked the door to her home and the three women walked inside, Trish cast her eyes around, it was a warm and comfortable home, pictures of the Cena family scattered on the walls. As she walked down the hallway se caught a glimse of a sixteen year old Riley Cena smiling at the Camera between a younger Randy and one of her brothers.

"Who's that?" Trish asked motioning towards the other man.

Riley turned studying the photograph, "Sean, he's a year older than me… does some wrestling for UPW."

Riley turned back to the way they were headed and slowly Trish and Lita followed her down the remainder of the hallway.

They entered the lounge room, the lights were off.

As Riley turned on the lights suddenly many of her co-workers jumped out screaming, "surprise!"

"Oh my god," Trish exclaimed, "guys you didn't have to do this for me!"

"Don't be silly, yes we did," Lita smiled hugging her.

"Hey Trish!" She turned to see Chris Jericho standing in front of a table mounted with gifts, "Happy Birthday!"

As she began to open the gifts, she couldn't believe how many people had agreed to come to her birthday party. She was surprised to see such people as Hunter Hearst Helmsley (Triple H), Ric Flair and was even surpised when she saw Stephanie McMahon joking around with John, who was flirting with her as Hunter watched on in Jealousy and disgust.

Trish further noted that Randy had failed to make an appearance.

After all her gifts were open and she had thanked everyone, Chris Jericho called for everyone's attention, "I would like to wish Trish Happy Birthday once again, and could you all join with me in singing Happy Birthday."

They all sung and Jericho took the liberty of turning it from its childish tune to a rock song, in what only could be an act to impress Riley, who had somehow failed to exchange a word with him as of yet.

Jericho called for everyone's attention again, "I have another announcement!" the guests quietened listening, "I would like to congratulate my girlfriend, Riley Cena, on her new singing career."

Their was a cheer as Riley attempted to hide embarrassed behind Lita.

"Come one, come sing us a song baby," he yelled.

Riley rolled her eyes and walked up to wear Chris was standing on a chair beside Trish, he stepped down and helped her up on the chair.

Just as she was about to begin, the door to the home burst open and Randy Orton ran down the hall and into the living room, present in hand.

"Sorry I'm late," he apologised, he handed Trish the gift, "Happy Birthday."

His eyes moved to Riley beside Trish, before he retreated to where John was still standing with Stephanie.

Riley stepped down, walking over to Lita who had know been joined by Stacey.

Someone turned on music and some people began to dance while others talked and laughed.

Chris sat down beside her watching Randy talk to John and Stephanie, he had a sour expression printed across his face.

"Chris, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Orton," he simply said.

Trish of course knew of the situation as Riley had already spoken to her a few times before about it, but she decided to play dumb, "what's wrong with Randy?"

Chris growled, "he's making moves on Riley."

"Like?" she asked.

He shrugged, "do you remember the night I versed Van Dam and he kicked Riley?"

Trish nodded.

"Well, that night we, as in Riley, John, Lita, Matt, Randy and I all went clubbing, and I went to the bathroom, when I got back they were kissing," he frowned.

"What happened then?" Trish asked, she had heard Riley's side of the story, as well as Randy's but she had been interested in hearing Chris's.

"She pushed him away and hit him," Chris growled, "she had a right to though, that's assault."

But it wasn't because she wanted to kiss him, Trish thought.

She turned her eyes from Chris to watch Randy across the room. Randy excused himself and left up the stairs.

"Jericho!" Hunter yelled out from across the room motioning for him to come join him.

Chris waved and excused himself before walking over to speak with Triple H.

Trish stood going to join Riey, Lita and Stacey.

They were having a discussion about Test and Stacey's campaign.

"Hey Trish," they greeted in unison as she joined them.

"Hey guys," she smiled.

The conversation turned to the issues surrounding Riley and Chris's relationship.

"So how long have you guys been together?" Stacey asked Riley.

Riley shrugged, "six years."

"Do you have any photo's of the early years?" Lita asked.

Riley nodded, "Up in my room, I'd have to go find them, I'll be back soon," she left up the stairs.

Riley entered her room and shut the door quietly behind her, as she turned she jumped in fright when she realised she wasn't alone.

Randy Orton standing across the room, studying a picture of her and himself from when they were sixteen, he put the photograph down staring at her.

"What are you doing in my room?" she asked.

He shrugged, "I wasn't feeling much like partying and I thought maybe I'd come up here and look at the photo's from back in high school."

She walked over to him, "you have no right to come up to my room and go through my belongings."

"Oh yeah?" he asked his voice raising, "what are you going to do about it? Go slap me again and run back into Jericho's arms."

She frowned, "what is your problem?" she asked.

He leaned in towards her, "you," he whispered before he captured her lips in a fiery kiss, his tongue playing with hers. It wasn't like any they had every shared before, it was full of desperation. She clung to him, never wanting to let go as he pushed her back on the bed before falling on top of her, his hand snaking under her shirt.

With anxiety she reached down to pull off his shirt, it came off with ease.

The door suddenly opened, "Oh my god."

The two broke apart, Randy rolling off of on top of Riley quickly and finding his shirt before pulling it on quickly.

Trish shut the door, "Randy don't panic, I know what's been going on."

Randy turned to Riley who was staring blankly at Trish, for a moment she had though Trish was Chris and her heart had stopped, "You told her?" he asked.

Riley opened her mouth but no words came out.

"Randy calm down," Trish said with ease, "we are going to work this out. Neither of you seem to understand what the other is thinking and right now, you are going to sit on the bed Randy, Riley you sit next to him, and I am going to sit…" she looked around, "on this chair," she announced, wheeling a chair that sat at Riley's desk to in front of the two her back to the door, "what is going on between you two?"

She shrugged, "I don't know, I really like Randy… more than friends I mean, but I don't want break Chris's heart," her eyes met Randy's, "but if it meant that much to you-"

"No," Randy said forcefully, "you can't break up with him."

"What?" she asked confused, "you don't want me to break up with him but you want me to continue having these little… meetings with you?" Riley asked, "what are we? Friends… with benefits?"

"Why can't she break up with Chris?" Trish asked Randy.

"It's because he's such a jerk that all he wants is to get laid," Riley growled, "you don't even care how I feel!" her bottom lips quivered as a sob escaped her.

He went to put his arms around her, but she pushed him away, "don't touch me," she sobbed.

"Riley, please just here me out, you can't break up with him," Randy pleaded.

"Why? Why Randy?" she asked her voice full of distaste.

"Because he's going to propose to you!"

Riley froze, her eyes wide, they fell the floor.

"How do you know that he wants to propose?" Trish asked Randy.

"John told me," Randy explained, "Jericho told him the day that we first kissed."

Trish nodded, "do you know what that means then Riley?"

Riley looked up her eyes fixed on the wall opposite, she looked near about to faint, "yes… it means that I'm going to be Mrs Chris Jericho."

"Trish," Randy addressed the blonde.

"Yes," Trish replied in order to show that she was listening.

"Do you think that we could be alone," he asked.

She nodded, "sure thing, just promise me you guys will work this out."

Randy nodded.

Before Trish left she spoke one more time, "oh, I'll keep Chris distracted for as long as I can."

"Randy what do you want me to do?" Riley sobbed.

He took her in his arms, and this time she didn't push him away, "I want to be with you like I've never wanted to be with anyone before Riles, but you can't just leave Chris. It's your decision whether you want to be with me or be with Chris."

They stayed where they were for a while as she cried into his shirt, before he softly kissed her then left. Riley found the photo album she was meaning to show the other diva's before keeping sure that all traces of her crying were gone and walked down stairs, a pleasant smile printed clearly across her face.

Two days after Trish's birthday Riley sat on the balcony of her hotel room, a wine glass in one hand and the latest edition of RAW magazine in the other as she read an article the returning Chyna who was set to verse current women's champion, Victoria, at Royal Rumble for the title.

Her cell phone beside her began to ring as she picked it up checking the caller ID, it read Private Number.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Is this Riley Cena?" a deep and gruff masculine voice asked from the other end of the line.

"Yeah, who is this?" she asked.

"Oh hey, this is Hunter Hearst Helmsley," he introduced.

"Oh," she said surprised, "how did you get my number?"

"Randy gave it to me," he informed her, "sorry if I seem rude or anything Riley, but I'd like to get to the point of why I called you."

"Ok then," she shrugged.

"In the new year I am interested alongside my good friend Ric Flair in recruiting yourself, Randy Orton, Dave Batista and your brother John Cena. The team would be sort of the IV Horseman reincarnation… but it would be called Evolution."

"Oh ok."

"Ric and I came up with the idea of Evolution as the team will be the 'Evolution' of the business. But Riley?"

"Yeah."

"You should know that I have no interest in recruiting Chris Jericho. A powerful ally he may be at times, but he will turn on me in a heartbeat. You should no more importantly as a member of Evolution, our goal will be to be the most dominating team in the industry, at that means being champions. As being the female of our team we would see that you may on the occasion be doing managing, but only when you want to… but more importantly it will be our goal to keep sure that Women's Championship lands itself a place around your waist."

"Really?" Riley gasped, "I sick to death of managing for Chris week after week."

"So what do you think?" Hunter asked.

"I'm in!" she said excitedly.

He laughed, "you made the right choice, and if you wanted to know I've already asked Randy and John and they've already said they were interested."

"Thankyou so much for the opportunity," she said.

"That's no problem," he replied. On his end of the phone he was smirking as he gave Ric Flair the thumbs up, "well I've got to leave you Riley, I still have to call Dave."

"OK, thankyou again."

"Oh, one last thing. Ric and I would appreciate it if you didn't tell any of the Diva's anything, and especially not Chris, or your friends the Hardy Boys, or anyone else for that manner, we want to keep this under the covers for as long as possible."

"Yeah sure."

"Have a nice evening Riley."

"Bye."