Chapter Six: Emotional Complications

As the night with Angel and Marlena came to a close, John and Randy knew they had to get back to the hotel. They were leaving in the early morning to get to John's Quebec City where Smackdown! was emanating from that week. Unfortunately for Randy, his mind wasn't on supporting his best friend while he did his job, his mind was on that Latina Heartthrob named Angel. He had her phone number and her address for if he was in Albuquerque and wanted to hang out.
John was lucky enough to score himself the same kind of treatment from that Princess known as Marlena Storm.

On the way to Quebec City, John was focused more on Randy's infatuation with his wallet. He was paying more attention to the McMahon crest than he ever did. Before now, John never noticed Randy even look at it, unless he was pulling a Benjamin from the leather confines. To say that John found Randy's actions suspicious was an understatement. He didn't want to pry but Randy, feeling eyes upon him, glanced over at John.

"What?"

"Nothing, you aight, brother?"

"Why?"

Short responses from Randy usually guaranteed that something was on the Orton Prince's mind. John just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he continued driving. John kept thinking to himself how he suspected something was wrong with Randy, but he was startled from his thoughts when he heard Randy's voice in his head.

Nothing's wrong, John.

"What?" His attention shifted toward Randy, who just proceeded to smirk. "What did you say?"

"Me? Nothing… why do you ask?"

"…Never mind…"

Once again there was an uneasy silence. More eerie than before, in fact. John was SURE he heard Randy's voice. Just, dead sure he heard it… but Randy hadn't said a word? Maybe John was losing his marbles, going mental, had a few stray bats in the belfry… but he heard the voice again.

What's wrong, John? Hearing things again?

"Dude, stop that shit!" John said, as he slowed to stop at a red light. Randy just smiled, as if he had no idea what John was talking about. "Don't give me that smile, Randy. I know you're fucking with my head right here…"

"Me? Never…"

"Oh get off it…"

"Fine. Because I'm Shane's…"

"Boy?"

"…Confidant, I prefer…" he corrected John with dignity. "I have the ability to tap into certain, resources….we'll call it."

"Mindfuck 101 involved?"

"Sure." Randy said with a smile. "That's just one of the perks, being able to read members of the family's mind. Now with you, I don't waste my time. Sports, girls and cars just isn't my thing right now."

"Then you ain't much of a man, brah." John smirked, "I mean, that's what there is in life."

"Not anymore…" He said, "And also, I don't like knowing things about that Marlena Storm, girl. She seems to be all you've been thinking about."

"Dude, she was smokin'…IS SMOKIN'! Don't get me wrong."

"You don't see me thinking about that other girl with her…" Angel Fury…liar… Randy thought to himself as John picked up speed again, leaving the stop light.

"You're so unbelievably full of shit, dude. That's what's eating you isn't it? That you didn't eat her?"

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, Captain Dignified. I'll rephrase. The fact you didn't kill her is fuckin' with your mind, isn't it? Making you feel like you're coming up short, RKO?"

"Not, even, close."

"Didn't you score with her though?"

"…She's a lady, not a whore." Randy said with a minor scowl. "You didn't 'score', as you called it, with Marlena Storm either. Is it because she has a boyfriend? More or less, I mean, you always seem to fall for the married ones…"

"That's not my fault all the good ones are gone. What I want, I grab. I take what I desire, and just because you hold back and brood, Nancy boy, doesn't mean I'm going to."

Randy slowly smiled. John was actually stepping up to him? That was nice. No more did John speak his mind around Randy because of his changes, and this made Randy realize something. John may have a point. They were due in Albuquerque in a few weeks, he'd have to make a visit to a certain girl with the heavenly name.
He'd make sure she wasn't an angel by the end of the night…

Funny how someone like John could make a guy like Randy see things more clearly. Maybe it wasn't even clear, maybe it was crazy -- but either way? It wasn't affecting Randy one bit at that moment. His brooding ended, fast.

Quebec City came and past, then it was on to Toronto for RAW. Randy caught John on the phone with someone, who at the time was unnamed. He decided to play a little game with Cena, seeing as how he knew just how to legitimately freak him out. Who's on the phone, cowboy? John jolted, but pushed Randy's voice out of his head long enough to finish his conversation.

"You're in Toronto? No way… oh… don't preach that Yankee crap to me…" he laughed a bit, "Boston baby, Boston. Meet me at the Ramada… that's where I'm stayin'. I'll holla atcha later."

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" Randy drawled lazily, as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, as he was dressed in his black pinstriped suit and sunglasses over his eyes. He had an almost knowing grin on his face.

"Me? Bad time? Not a chance, player. What's up?"

"Oh… nothing… just another one of your bitches you're calling up for a booty call?"

"It ain't like that, RKO. I don't do that booty call thing, besides, she called me…"

"Don't lie to me, John. I know when you're lying to me, man…"

"ALRIGHT, I called her, and it was Miss Storm - if you MUST kn-"

"MISS Storm?" Randy laughed a little, as he took off his glasses, folded them, and let them rest in the breast pocket of his suit jacket. "Now now, Cena, come with the formality. You want to get laid, don't you?"

"Shit yeah, man. Why wouldn't I?"

"You're sometimes too pathetic for your own good, John." Randy smirked, "I prefer the find 'em, fuck 'em, forget 'em, method. It's less attaching…"

"You're a dickhead, Randy." John tried to look serious, but he just started laughing as he shook his head. "You're honestly turning into a McMahon."

"Sayin' they're all bad?"

"NO, I am not…" John said in his own defense, "I can't do that. They're like, my bosses and shit…"

"Good save, little man…" Randy said with a chuckle.

After another week of "Orton for Champion", RAW wrapped up as it always did at 11:07 Eastern Standard Time. John was waiting for Randy backstage, but he kept looking at his watch. Apparently he had a specific time to be somewhere? Randy had changed into a pair of black dress pants and a silk black button up shirt, with his black glasses over his eyes as he was ready for a night out. He had to be. Shane was having one of his 'special meetings' at the Ritz in Toronto. Basically, it was a meeting of the minds of Shane's organization… and if you weren't there? It was your ass.

"What's with the watch inspection, champ?" Randy asked with a smirk, as John's attention shot up.

"Nothin'…"

"Meeting your girlfriend?" He questioned, as John rolled his eyes. Did he really want to touch that? "I'll take that as a 'no, she won't touch you with a ten foot pole', kiddo." Randy chuckled to himself, "Sorry."

"He's right down here." A female voice said, causing both John and Randy to look up.

Trish Stratus walked down the hallway with a brunette walking with her, a now familiar brunette, who seemed to always have a glowing smile on her face. That brunette, was Angel Fury. What was she doing there!

"Hey, Randy! You have a visitor!" Trish called out, as Randy tried to act as if it was nothing big. For some reason, Randy's stomach was flipping… why should this matter? It was just a girl. Big deal, right?

"I hope I haven't caught you at a bad time…" Her voice was as sweet as he remembered, and he just smiled, shaking his head.

"Think nothing of it, it's not a bad time." Randy said coolly, "Why would you think something like that? You're just fine."

Behind Randy, John was snickering to himself. Oh, Randy was swift all right. He wasn't thinking about that girl, all right. To John, it was funny how quickly the tide turned. All she had to do was saunter over with her Latin good-looks and her sweet, silky voice, and Randy was all but smitten. Talk about peculiar… Mister Brooding was feeling something for a girl… awww…
Shut up, fucker…
Randy spoke to John in secreted fashion, and John just grinned. How could he not? John knew Randy could read his mind… so what he was thinking he KNEW Randy would hear. Or read. However he did that, thing…
What's the matter, Randy boy? Too bad you couldn't just bend her over right here, huh? Can't do it when people are watchin'? Shame…
Don't you have some BITCH to meet up with !
After this, it's entertaining…thankfully she's the understanding type.
They went back and forth for a minute, causing Trish to just giggle a bit. She knew what they were doing, but she didn't say anything. Randy and John just looked like they were staring at each other for no reason… Angel smirked a little as she glanced toward Trish.

"Tension always this high?"

"Nope, just Randy and John being, well… Randy and John. They're special…"

SPECIAL, all right. If only the context was a little more clear in this situation. Hah. The girls talking seemed to snap John and Randy out of whatever 'trance' they were in, and Randy held out his arm to Angel.

"You want to go somewhere? Get out of here, I should say."

"Sure… where do you have in mind?"

"The Ritz."

Randy answered shortly, as he turned a glance toward John. John, looked legitimately stunned. He was taking her to The Ritz? That's where Shane was having his big meeting after the show? After the guys got it together!
That could only end disastrous…

Thankfully, Randy had an idea. An idea of how to keep her occupied long enough for him to tend to his meeting with Shane. He was going to have Trish take Angel to the restroom for a 'freshen up' moment. Give them a chance to talk, like women did when they were on dates. It worked… and it would give Randy just enough time to talk to Shane. It would also give him time to tell Trish to bring Angel to the VIP room after the meeting. So he could show off the dividends. Prove what kind of a man he was.
The old Randy was so proud of what Mister Moneybags had turned into.

Getting to the Ritz in the limo designated for Randy, little did they know it was him and a guest. A guest like Angel Fury. Shane would more than likely blow a proverbial gasket, and God knew what Randy would be dealing with. Perhaps an ass kicking like when he first disobeyed Shane? Who could say? But one thing that was for sure, was that Randy was going to be in for a world of hurt, no doubt.
He wasn't going to like it, that was for sure.

As Randy and Angel arrived at the Ritz, Trish met them there. Randy walked over to Trish and kissed both of her cheeks as he whispered something in her ear. Take her somewhere for ten to fifteen minutes. He said to her quietly, and smiled, handing her a couple hundred dollar bills. Take her for a drink, a trip to the rest room to freshen up…whatever you girls, do…

"Hey Angel, do you want to come with me for a minute?" Trish asked, as Randy gave her a wink, walking off toward the VIP. "Randy just has to talk to his boss a minute."

"Yeah of course, I didn't know if it was a bad time or not…" Angel said as Trish smiled.

"Nope, just a quick conversation and he's all yours."

"I like the way you say that…" Angel said quietly with a blush as Trish giggled.

"Oh I seen how Randy looked at you, he never looks at anyone like that…" Trish explained as they went to the bathroom to 'freshen up'.

In the VIP room though, Randy, Shane, Chris Jericho, and Adam Copeland were sitting around having a glass of brew. More specifically, it was a round of firewater for beginners. Randy wasn't a hard liquor man, he liked his expensive champagne and wines over the brute strength of a vodka or Jack Daniels. The meeting was to discuss the Circle of Supremacy. To discuss the formation of the family, and whether there were any prospects to pursue. They all had to suggest one person to change and if they could agree, Shane would be doing the bidding.

"I say we talk to Jason," Adam said, suggesting his long time best friend Jason Reso. Shane and Randy exchanged shifty glances at first until Adam made his required case. He had to have a good reason. "I hate lying to him, and he's like a brother to me. Him and Anastacia have a thing going on, and I think the committee should consider it before my sister does it."

"You tell Ana to stay out of the covert alliance's business." Shane said shortly. "I know she's one of us but since you've made your case she has to stay away from him. He'll be under considerations."

"I can't withdraw my suggestion then?" Adam asked moderately timidly, and Shane looked at him awkwardly. "I mean, I don't want to stop Ana from seeing him in any way… and I think that this would interfere with that…"

"If you want to withdraw fine, give me another choice."

"Dave Batista."

"Purpose?"

"He's got everything we need in an allied force. He's got power, he's got brains, and he's also had some hardship. We've all had issues. And that just fuels us into being able to harbor stuff."

"Point. Christopher?" Shane directed his attention, and Chris smiled.

"You know, Dave was actually my thought. So I give that a second vote of having Dave Batista in our family."

"Purpose?"

"Shear dominance power. Know how. He's got everything we need."

"Point. Randy?"

"I don't have a choice, but after hearing the comments, I think Batista is our best choice. There's not many people in the company more dependable than Dave. My distant thought was Eddie Guerrero, but his wife and children would never go for it. His family is too important to him to change his entire life. I give a vote for Dave."

"It's the first time we agreed on a person. Since John Cena I should say." Shane smirked a little, "You weren't here for that one, Randy. Nobody agrees, so this is a record. You must bring that demeanor, my man."

"That's just how I operate." Randy said with a smirk. "I like bringing people together."

"This doesn't involve the seven brunettes and a red head you had last weekend in Tacoma…" Adam commented as Randy merely raised his hands in mock defense. He had no idea what Adam spoke of, did he!

"Whatever do you mean?" Randy asked, mocking innocent as he grinned to himself. "If you gentlemen would excuse me though, I have a guest to attend to."

"Who tonight?" Shane asked, as Randy merely gave a smile.

"A woman who's almost as heavenly as her name." He gave an eyebrow wiggle as he stood up, adjusting his black pinstriped blazer. "A glass or two of Cristal and she'll be begging me to take her to bed."

"Begging and pleading, that's the only way you roll." Chris said with a laugh as he raised his glass. "Best of luck to you, man!"

"Score big, brother." Adam said, as he gave Randy a salute, as Randy bowed somewhat humbly as he made his grand demeanored exit.

Randy wasn't even THINKING about 'scoring'. He was just thinking about spending time with this girl he thought of to be rather, intriguing. She was so sweet, so kind, so unnaturally beautiful. He thought there was something unusual about her, but there wasn't. She was as normal as Randy had ever seen. Did he really want to take that away from her? Of course he didn't. He wished that his life, from time to time, hadn't been taken away from him. He had been engaged once, but because of a fight that sent him on a rampage, made him leave the arena pre-maturely. Made him walk out into a Boston parking lot alone, behind the Fleet Center…
It was actually his ex-fiancée at fault he was changed. If he would have waited for Adam… he would have been alive…
But this was better, wasn't it?

He had opportunities that mortal men could only dream of. All the women, all the money, cars, wardrobe… he was set for afterlife. But this girl was going to put a damper in his entire worldly plan. For some reason, Randy felt something immediate. Maybe what people would or could call 'chemistry'. He wasn't capable of that anymore, was he? Maybe, but Angel Fury brought it out in him.

The night with Angel for Randy was something special. They didn't stay at the Ritz. They went to the park for a long walk with a glass of the finest wine he had in his limo. A nicely aged Krug 1882. He told Angel when they'd be in Albuquerque and made arrangements to meet up when they did. If she didn't decide to surprise him again like she did that time.

"It wasn't all me…" Angel said with a smile. "In fact, it was Marlena's idea. Her job brought her to Toronto the SAME time you guys were there. It was really ironic."

"Her job... What is that again?"

"Intern Journalist with the New York Yankees." Angel replied. "I get to go to games, even though I don't really like baseball, when they face the Diamondbacks, The Rockies -- in which those appearances are REALLY rare… or the Texas Rangers. They're pretty much the closest to me. I don't see her much but when we do it's a party."

"I think my friend likes your friend, pretty much." Randy said with a smile. "John hasn't been able to stop talking about her. I on the other hand, tend to refrain from the entire world knowing my business. I haven't spoken much of you," That made Angel frown a little confused. "But I have most certainly been thinking of you. Go on, ask John. He wouldn't know much, but believe me when I tell you. You've been on my mind an awful lot. I've had trouble concentrating at staff meetings this week." Randy laughed a little as Angel looked even MORE confused.

"What's so special about me? I mean, really…"

"You couldn't even know." Randy leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Where are you staying? I'll take you home before it gets too light out…"

"What time is it?"

"Almost five…" AM… he needed to think of something. "I need to catch an early flight as well. But-"

"You stayed up all night with me knowing that…?"

"Yeah, but see, I'm used to staying up all night. I sleep during the day and sometimes my schedule allows me such pleasure. If not? It's a No-Doze and coke for yours truly." He flashed an almost dorky grin at Angel, causing her to laugh a little and smile. "I promise, Angel… I'll see you in Albuquerque. Wait for me?"

"Of course I will. I'm staying at the Marriott with Marlena. I can find my way back, we're only a couple blocks away."

"No, I insist. I bring a lady out, I bring her back home. It's how a gentleman works." He placed his arm out for her to take, as they brought the glasses back to the limo that was parked at the end of the park. Randy leaned in to talk to the driver. "Go back to the Hilton, I'll be there in fifteen. I could use a walk."

"Yes sir, Mister Orton." The driver said promptly, and drove away leaving Angel and Randy on the curb, looking at each other.

After bringing her back to the hotel, Randy realized he needed to get this girl out of his head. After all, he was acting more than a gentleman. He was going for unadulterated sainthood! Walking her home, a wine catered moon-lit walk all NIGHT through one of Toronto's esteemed parks… promise, not a maybe, but a PROMISE he'd see her again? It wasn't that the whole scenario scared him. IT TERRIFIED HIM! He was going to talk to Shane in the near future about what any of it all could mean…
Maybe it was a curse.