Chapter Eight: Discord And Resolution

A what?
A girlfriend?

Shane McMahon thought he was losing his marbles. When he received word from Trish Stratus, he thought SHE had lost her marbles. There was no way that Randy Orton would lower himself to have a girlfriend. No matter if she was a dog or Heidi Klum. Randy didn't settle for girlfriends. He settled for the love 'em and leave 'em. He settled for the find 'em, fuck 'em, forget 'em.

"I thought you should know," Trish said quietly, as she twirled a golden lock around her finger. "I feel really bad telling you though, because Randy thinks he can trust me."

"He can." Shane said, stroking Trish's hair lovingly. "You're just looking out for his well being. There's no way this girl can be anything but a load of trouble."

"Then why do I feel so horrible?" Trish asked, looking down. "He's going to hate me…"

"Never… he couldn't hate you. You've given him some of the best times of his life."

"And then he just left after he was done," Trish said softly. "I should be ashamed of what I've become, Shane. Nothing more than a play toy to dead boys…"

"Babe…" Shane lead her to sit down. They sat on the sofa in his office and he put a supportive arm around her back. "You're more than that. You're saving his life. I'll talk to him and clear up everything. I promise."

"Be discreet…"

"Who said what?" Shane replied, and Trish smiled a little.

"Thanks, Shane…"

--

"WHO?" Randy screamed, as his fist slammed into the wall of his hotel suite's bedroom. Shane stood with his arms crossed. "WHO said it!"

"I can't say, Randy. It's for the better of the situation."

"Don't fucking yank my chain, McMahon. I've got just as much stroke around here as you do, for Christ's sake, so I want some answers! Who told you about her!"

"…It's true?" Shane was slightly -- more than slightly -- bewildered. "My God in Hell, Randy…"

"It's MY LIFE. WHO told you about her!"

"It's not her fault, for starts." Shane said, before he realized… he gave the assailant a sex. He gave a gender. Randy, immediately began quaking with anger. "Randy…"

"It was Trish… wasn't it…? Amy's not stupid enough… Amy didn't know…" he was rambling, which was NEVER a good sign. Shane knew this.

"Don't be hasty, now." Shane said coolly. It was a complete 180 from the first time they had a disagreement. It looked like RANDY was in the driver's seat. "Even if it was Trish…"

"IT was TRISH… wasn't it!"

"Randy…"

The door slammed open, and Randy -- stalking down the hallway in a pair of black warm up pants and a white wife beater, walked heatedly down the hallway. He needed no verification. He knew. Shane was in close pursuit. He wasn't going to use force against Randy. Not this time. What could he do? He had a lot of stroke in the McMahon empire because of Shane. So this was SHANE'S version of Frankenstein's monster…
Only Randy wasn't as calm and demeanored as the monster…
He was downright, flaming pissed.

Fists slammed against Trish Stratus's hotel room door, and the ruffled blonde soon answered, looking shocked. Shane went to grab Randy's arm, but as Trish came into his view -- Randy only seen red. He was so beyond furious, he grabbed Trish by the throat, and slammed her against the wall of the foyer to her suite.

"You dumb whore…"

"RANDY!" Shane screamed, grabbing Orton's bicep. "LET go of her!"

"I could snap you just as look at you…"

Randy had tunnel vision. He saw nothing but Trish, and the absolute destruction he wanted to cause her. Physical, bodily, harm.
Trish could say nothing in her own defense. A mix of shock and fear swelled in her body as she shook, gasping for breath beneath Randy's viper grip. Hearing screams, from a few rooms down, John Cena and Trista Orton-McMahon came out. Trista looked like she had just woken up, but seeing her brother in such rare form, woke her right up.

"Randy! What are you doing?"

Trista's voice echoed through the almost quiet hallway. She pushed Shane out of the way, and grabbed her brother's arm. Randy turned quickly, thinking it was Shane and was about to strike, but seeing his sister's wide eyed look, he backed down instantly. He would never hit her! She looked amazingly shocked as she grabbed his fists, both balled and ready to strike, and began backing away with Randy in tow. She was whispering for him to calm down, all the while, as Trish was on the floor, having been lifted almost seven feet off the ground by Randy and slammed against the wall. All life being choked from her body. Dragged from her lungs both in restriction and fright.

"Shane…" John whispered, as he slowly walked over to where he was kneeling next to Trish. "What in the fuck happened?"

"He found out Trish told me he has a girlfriend…"

"That's IT? That's a reason to choke a bitch?" John looked equally stunned as anyone else at that particular time. "Jesus, my boy has flown over the cuckoo's nest…"

"He thought it was devastating to his reputation with me." Shane said, "I thought it would be, but seeing how Randy acted…" Shane slowly smiled. He actually SMILED! What would be worth it at that time! "It's how I was with Trista…"

"So NOW this turns into a love fest!" John was shaking his head momentarily, as he watched Trista comforting her brother. Her hands wrapped around his balled fists, and she was whispering softly to him. She was singing something to him… and Randy's eyes were closed… and he wasn't visibly shaking anymore…

Oh why can't I be what you need?
A new improved version of me
But I'm nothing
So good
No I'm nothing
Just bones
A lonely ghost burning down songs

Nobody knew what to say at that moment. Especially John. Trista held Randy's body close to hers, a loving embrace, that seemed to have sent Randy into an abyss of comfort. Much like a blanket a toddler would carry around with them. Their security…
Their sanctuary.
Being in Trista's arms in this fashion was Randy's sanctuary.

Of violence of love and of sorrow
I beg for just one more tomorrow
Where you hold me down
Fold me in
Deep…
Deep…
Deep in the heart of your sins…
I break in two over you.

Randy's fists slacked, and his hands just rested inside of Trista's. She leaned closer, still singing softly into his ear. You couldn't help but watch this meditation treatment. It worked so well for Randy! Why couldn't it work for everyone else?

Here I'm in between darkness and light
Bleached and blinded by these nights
Where I'm tossing and tortured
Till dawn…
Ah you…
Visions of you then you're gone.
The shot bleeds the red from my face
When I hear that someone's taken my place
How could love be so thoughtless

So cold…

When all…
All that I did was for you…

"Thank you…" Randy whispered, and Trista kissed Randy's cheek softly.

"Of course, honey…" Trista said, stroking his arm lovingly. "Anything for you…"

"What was she singing?" John whispered to Shane, and Shane slowly smiled.

"We call it "Randy's Monologue". It's by From Autumn to Ashes called 'Autumn's Monologue' but it fits Randy. It's Trista's song for him."

"Wow, Chief… that's heavy shit…"

Trish was checked on, and was physically okay. But emotionally, she had become so paranoid. So scared of Randy. She didn't think that him having a girlfriend would be such a big deal to him! His reputation was so important to him… and he'd KILL for it. She just discovered that.
He'd even kill her if she threatened it…

--

Randy laid in his hotel room that night, the same night he was supposed to be getting on a flight for Los Angeles. But he asked Shane for a couple days. He'd do an interview for RAW… he'd appear via satellite. He just needed a few days to settle his head, relax, and become a little more at peace with the fact of everyone knowing he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend, who he wanted around NONE of them…
A girlfriend, he actually seemed to have real, love, emotion for.

Sure! He hadn't known her NEARLY as long as he knew, say, Trish for. But he knew what he felt for Angel Fury was few and far between. It was amazing. It was…
Real…

The next morning, Randy called Angel. She wasn't set to be in school, as classes were canceled because of weather. Planes were canceled because of weather. A high wind and rain front had fallen over New Mexico and the pacific south west, and they were smack dab in the middle of the heart. Most of the superstars who HAD to be at RAW, started to drive to Phoenix, or to El Paso to take a flight out to LA. Some were driving long haul. But Randy was safe and sound in his hotel room, watching the rain pitter patter against the window. He told Angel's voicemail that he was staying an extra couple of days in Albuquerque, and she was more than welcome to visit him at his new hotel. He gave her name at the front desk, his room number, and told her to just stop by whenever she wanted.

He received a knock on the door at around 1 P.M. He spent the majority of his day watching the harsh storm that brewed and continued to cast down its bewitching wreckage. He was listening to a local radio station, rock, when that knocked disturbed him from his stares. "Burning Bright" By Shinedown was what he was hearing as he crossed the room in black pajama bottom loungers and a black tee shirt.

He opened the door, but no words were needed.
His hands immediately found her face, as they began ravishing through long flowing chocolate locks. His lips interlocked with hers in a long, seemingly endless, passionate capture. She didn't seem objective to his choice of hello. In fact, Angel just smiled at Randy as they separated.

"Hello to you too, Randy."

"I've missed you. Come inside." Randy said in an instant, taking her hand to lead her into his suite. "Would you like something to eat?"

"What do you mean?" Angel laughed a little, "You ordering in?"

"I can. You hungry?"

"Only for you, but I'll make an exception." A playful, teasing grin crossed her face as she sat down in the tall backed arm chair near the window. "Nice view from up here."

"Mild compared to the one I'm seeing." Randy lifted the hotel room telephone and dialed for room service. "Room 340. Orton. Three course. Chef's, Rare Chop with mint, and cherries. That's right. And a bottle of your best Krug. Glasses chilled and flowing. Thanks."

After he was off the phone, Angel - who showed up in a pair of black boot cut jeans, a plain red baby tee, and black heeled boots - crossed her legs. She was refraining from laughing to herself… a little confused.

"What exactly did you order?"

"Huh?" Randy looked a little confused himself, as he suddenly realized what she meant. He smiled. "Oh. That. I hope you like lamb…"

"I've never tried it." Angel said honestly, as Randy - looked - shocked.

"What?" Randy shook his head, mocking devastated. "Good thing you met me, then! I ordered a couple chef salads. This place has the best. And rare lamb with mint sauce. It's DEVINE." She smiled at his terminology, and his enthusiasm. "And some fresh cherries for desert with a bottle of Krug wine. It's amazing, really. I asked for the glasses cold and wine already poured. It makes their job a little more worth their pay, if you know what I mean."

"Intentionally making their work harder?"

"You know it."

"That's so mean…" Angel tried to hide a smile, in fact she did a good job. "I don't know…" Randy looked a little stunned until she finally smiled. "I'm just kidding, I'd do the same thing."

"Evil little jezebel…"

"Thanks." Angel smiled. "I know it."

Their dinner was quiet, and just the two of them. The waiter had put the serving cart with two candles, since it was the romantic kind of dinner. Somehow the waiter seemed to know that was Randy's intention. They talked, but Randy didn't talk about the earlier events. About him nearly choking one of his co-workers and assumed friends over his relationship with her. He did though, take a rather serious plunge.

"So." He said, as he fed her a bite of the lamb with mint. "You want to come on tour with me?"

"Hmm?" Angel didn't want to be rude, talking with food in her mouth. But once it registered, her eyes shot open. "What?"

"Would you… like… to come on tour with me?" He asked, laughing softly as he forked a bite of his lamb into his own mouth. "Good no?"

"Good yes…" She said to his comment about dinner, but switched topics. "I'd love to go on tour with you, Randy, but I don't know… I mean… what would your boss say?"

"He can't say anything." Randy said without hesitation. "I mean, I'm my own man. And what I do away from the squared circle is my own business. Shane knows this."

"McMahon? He's your boss? Shane?"

"Yeah." It goes deeper than boss, Randy thought to himself. "Everybody thinks it's Vince behind the wheel but Shane has a humungous part of it. He's my boss, amongst a few others. He's a real good guy. He'll get what I'm about, in a hurry. Or he'll have to deal with one pissed off Orton."

"Does it really mean that much to you?" Angel asked, seemingly slightly surprised as she took a drink from the glass. "Mmm… this is really good, too…"

"Everything's good. And yes, it does mean a lot to me." Randy said in one quick sentence. He looked at her seriously. "I told you before I haven't felt this way about anybody in a very long time. I honestly like this feeling."

"I'm glad I could have a hand in helping you feel that way…"

"You're the absolute REASON I feel that way." He leaned over, placing his thumb against her chin as he looked at her with a smile. "You're the absolute reason…"

"All right…" Angel said quietly, as she smiled back at him. More shyly than anything. "I like being the reas- the absolute… reason."

And he leaned in, giving her a soft kiss on her pale pink, pouty mouth. How could she refuse? She had one of the hottest men alive kissing her. Touching her. Wanting to be with her.

"I'll go with you…" She whispered, with eyes closed as she continued to kiss him.

"Good…" He smiled lightly as he continued to kiss her.

They were something together.
And it was only for a short while. Who knew if she'd be his one, but having a girlfriend he felt passionately about was something he'd have to take into consideration. This was vital to him.

--

He received a hand full of messages from Randy regarding his personal mindset over his couple of 'personal days'. Randy wasn't concerned, as he missed most of the phone calls by being off and about, doing his own thing, with someone he newly found love with. He was like a high school boy finding his first love, all over again. But when he finally did contact Shane back, Shane had a softer -- more considerate tone to him.

"How are you feeling, man?" Shane asked, as Randy shrugged to himself, but answered.

"Hey, I'm just fine. Just you know -- getting all of this personal shit situated."

"She still wants to be with you?"

"No. She's just using me for my money, the sex, the food and then she's leaving." Randy rolled his eyes, "Goddess, dude. Give the girl a break. She's genuine. I can see it in her eyes. Feel it whenever I hug her."

"Hug? You hug?"

"Didn't you hug Trista or was it just to sex?" Randy's tone was slightly bitter, which caused Shane to take a step back mentally.

"Sorry. I didn't realize it was such a touchy subj-"

"It's incredibly touchy. And if that's all you called about, I'm hanging up."

"No. It's not the reason. I just called to find out how you were doing. I mean, I haven't heard from you and tonight's RAW. You still going to the studio for a satellite interview with Grisham?"

"To be away from the light for the week, you fucking right I'll give that little bed wetting homo five minutes of my time."

"That's a cute nick name for him, think of it yourself?"

"Don't get sarcastic with me, Shane…" Randy said, almost too quickly. "I'm not in the mood for your bullshit tonight…"

"All right. I get it." Shane said, tone shallow. "I'm sorry that I've pissed you off. But I've needed to find out what kind of condition you were in for the interview. You know what to wear, what you're talking about… I'll just leave you be."

"And back out on shitty terms? Real rich."

"No, because whenever we fight, Randy…" Shane sort of went quiet. "It's like looking in a mirror now…"

"What the fuck do you mean by that?"

"I see myself in you, Randy." Shane said in an instant. "Okay? You've turned out to be much more like me than I'd have imagined it, and I'll tell you straight up it's a little unnerving."

"That's good. That's how I like you, unnerved…"

"You've got it, okay? Now can I count on you tonight?"

"I'll be there, and then I'll meet you in India…that's the next scheduled right?"

"Thailand, actually; and the Philippines. International."

"Good, I'm bringing my girl along…"

"…That's just fine." Shane said, but Randy detected something to his tone.

"What? You doubt my judgment or something?"

"No. I'm just shocked, is all. I'll admit it. I never would have imagined you'd settle, you know?"

"I'm not, I'm just feeling out my options."

"Think she could be the one?"

"You and I? We don't discuss that shit…"

"We will have to eventually."

"When the time comes, whatever." Randy said, "I need to get to the studio. I'll talk to you in Bangkok."

"Good for me. Can I at least meet her?"

"You have an attitude I'll beat your ass…"

"Don't worry." Shane had a smile to his voice. "I wouldn't have an attitude for someone you think is worth your time."

"Well… thanks…" Randy said, "bye…"

It was the first time he said anything of the sort to Shane. "Thanks". He hung up as soon as he said it, too. Shane obviously was just smiling to himself as he hung up the phone, and rolled over to be greeted by Trista Lynn McMahon's loving arms.

--

He was at the studio, dressed in a black pinstriped suit, sunglasses, a baby blue under shirt and a black tie… looking strapping as EVER. Angel was at the studio with him, for her first look at what he did for a living behind the scenes. Sure she had seen his in the ring stuff, but this was behind it. She dressed almost to match, in a short pinstriped skirt, black heels and a baby blue halter corset. She looked rather strapping herself. There he was though, live on RAW via satellite at 10:20 P.M Eastern Standard Time, talking to Todd Grisham.

"Ladies and gentlemen, live tonight from St. Louis, Missouri, we have the number one contender Randy Orton. Thanks for joining me, Randy."

"Yeah, whatever. I'm here, you're here, let's get down to some business…"

"Right, I'm sure you're as busy as ever with your "Orton for the Gold" campaign. So far, everything seems to be in your favor, including the fans."

"That's not a shock when you're me." Randy said in a cocky tone. "It's who I am. A fan's wet dream, if you will. Looks, brains, brawn… the total fricken package, Todd Grisham. But more over than that, I've got more talent in my baby toe than the World Champion has in his entire charity cased body. It's not normally my style to impugn some waste of space's contendership as champion, but what can a man do? I'd ask you, Grisham, but you're not exactly 'man' caliber. Forgive me for speaking out of your league…"

Grisham let Orton's insult slide. "With RAW International coming up, and your tag team match that's set for next week from Bangkok, Thailand… what are your thoughts of your tag team partner, Viscera?"

"Disgusted, to be honest. But what can you do? You take what the WWE RAW board thinks of as a good boast for some pack of random loser, and then you move on. I've already done that when I was informed I'd have to team with that oversized piece of chocolate pie. I'm over it! But what I'm not over, is Orton for the Gold. That's my lifeblood, you see. That's what I am. Orton will win the gold and be the youngest, non-transitional champion this company's ever seen. And that, you can take to the bank."

And the scene faded with Grisham thanking Orton, who just stood up and flicked his sunglasses toward the lens of the camera filming him. As RAW's announcers, Jerry Lawler, The Coach, and Joey Styles went back to their discussion about whether Orton could do it, if Orton was capable, Orton was still in Albuquerque, New Mexico -- getting ready to go international with his new babe. As he finished and stepped toward her, she wrapped her arms happily around his neck.

"There's my man." Angel said with a chuckle. "You're so evil on screen, but I could just eat you up."

"That wasn't evil. That's me as a FACE." Randy laughed as his arms rested around her waist. "You want to get out of here? We're heading to Bangkok…"

"You're taking me to Thailand!" Angel asked, shocked, as Randy spun her slightly, and set her down on her feet again.

"Of course I am! When I asked if you wanted to go 'on tour' with me, I didn't just mean locally. I want you with me, all the time. If that interrupts your schedule, I'll write your school and you can do correspondences, for god's sake!" Randy laughed to himself, "Or better yet, online courses. But if you're concerned about school I'll do whatever I can. Money's no object…"

"Randy, that's so sweet…" Angel rested her head on his shoulder. "Thank you…"

"Any time, baby. Let's go get packed. Wait…" Randy smiled, "Want to go shopping? I need a couple new suits for Thailand. You could use some hot, super sexy outfits. Not that your usual isn't absolutely stunning." He grinned as Angel giggled. "Want to get some outfits to knock my co-worker's socks off?"

"I'd love to. But I don't want you wasting your money on me…"

"Wasting?" Randy was moderately appalled. "Never, say wasting. Wasting my money would be getting a flat on Mars. Buying you anything, is far from a waste of money. I'd buy you the world if I could."

"Don't be saying that…" Angel blushed softly, as they walked off in the direction of the door. "Where do you want to shop?"

"Got a Barney's around here? Or an Armani shop?"

"Not that I know of…"

"Well let's go to the airport. We're going to New York first…"

"Oh Randy…" Angel looked a little, confused slash shocked. "I can't…"

"Angel…" He looked at her with a smile, as he held her reassuringly. "You're fine. I promise. I'd never let anything happen to you, nor would I want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable…"

"I'm not, this… it's all happening so quickly, though. We're traveling together?"

"We're traveling together. You're my guest of absolute honor. You're getting the best, because you deserve the best." He kissed just above her brow gently. "Do you trust me?"

"More than you even know…"

"Then excellent. Let's go to New York and then to Thailand. In Thailand, you get to meet Shane and my amigos. You've already met John, though."

"I've got a question…"

"Yeah?"

"Can we bring Marlena?" She asked of her friend Marlena Storm, "I mean… it would be a good surprise for John if they still talk… and she only goes to that side of the world once a year…"

"Where to?"

"Japan, with the Yankees."

"Oh, well, I don't see why not. Having my lovely girlfriend and her best friend on my arm to walk into Bangkok will have John banging his co-"

"Oh my god, don't finish that…" Angel said quickly, "PLEASE!"

"I won't." Randy laughed, "Come on. We'll pick her up in New York."

And they left Albuquerque with just Randy's luggage, and a bag Angel packed quick of her necessities for a long trip. Including a couple outfits. When they arrived in New York, it was a good late morning of shopping, shopping, and more shopping. Randy had the absolute luck that the storm system from the south had moved north, and it was a clouded afternoon.
Thank, the Gods, Randy thought.

They shopped on Fifth Avenue, before going to the Bronx, to Yankee Stadium. Angel had a couple big bags and Randy had his bags… that they'd have to pack before leaving JFK Airport to go to Thailand. Arriving at Yankee Stadium, Angel told them who she was and managed to get in after paging Marlena Storm.

"Yes, Mr. Rodriguez verifies she knows you. You may go through the players entrance. She's in the home dug out with Mister Torre and Mister Steinbrenner."

"Thanks." Angel said with a bright smile, as they walked in.

"You know Alex Rodriguez?" Randy asked as they walked toward the dugout, and she just laughed softly, shaking her head.

Angel advised Randy to stay back as Marlena spoke with the Yankee's coach and owner. She had a notebook in one hand, pen in the other, and she was dressed actually up. In a black dress pants, white shirt, black blazer, nylons and heels. Angel hadn't seen her that dressed up in AGES. She was used to the Yankees hooded sweatshirt and jeans when she was at work.

"I get that, Mister Steinbrenner. I'll inform Rodriguez and Cano immediately."

"And tell Jeter he's still doing a good job, he could step it up though."

"Will do." Marlena said, as she wrote down a couple more notes.

"Is it just me, or is this field looking… bland?" Steinbrenner questioned, as Marlena and Joe Torre both observed.

"The new stadium is going up by 2009, Mister Steinbrenner." Marlena said, "Or at least that was the last I was told. We could get some turf builder for this season, to brighten the gem up a bit."

"Yes yes, that would be good."

"High maintained asshole, much?" Randy whispered to Angel, just loud enough for her to hear, and Angel encouraged him to be quiet. She laughed a little.

"Shh… but watch her, she's just so quick with him."

"No wonder she works for the jackass…"

"Do you think turf builder will work?" Steinbrenner questioned. "I mean - really. The grass is rather, brown… and the symbol behind home plate a little… faded…"

"The grass may be, but with the home stand coming to an end… and the next cities are in Florida, Boston, Maryland and of course - Toronto… there would be plenty of time, absolutely, for the gardeners and technicians to work in some great color and feel to the turf. I think Sheffield, Matsui and Damon would appreciate the upgrade to the ground they fall on. As for the symbol, I'll personally see to it that it's glowing by the time the team comes back to New York."

"Splendid. Dish out the money and get it fixed."

"Yes sir, Mister Steinbrenner." Marlena wrote down a couple more notes as Torre flashed her a knowing smile.

"Oh, and Storm?"

"Yes sir?"

"You have the next week off from travel. Write me something good to read in the New York Times about the renovations to Yankee Stadium as well as the lineup."

"Yes sir."

"I'd like to see you with your laptop just tap tapping away." Steinbrenner actually smiled, as he and Torre started off toward the visitor's dug out while Marlena made a sound similar to that of celebration.

"Thank GOD." She muttered to herself as she unbuttoned the blazer, almost too quickly, and nearly ran into Angel and Randy as she headed off. "Oh, sorr- ANGEL?"

"Marlena!" Angel laughed a little as she held out her arms. "Hey baby, where's my hug?"

"What in the fuck are YOU DOING HERE!" She wrapped her arms around Angel's neck, hugging her tightly. "Damn! If I was expecting you I'd have been more prepared!"

"That was the point of a surprise. So that you weren't expecting. Alex got us in." Angel smiled but Randy… just… had to.

"What was with the yes man shit?" Randy asked, laughing a bit. "Yes sir, no sir… damn, girl…"

"Eh… what can you say?" Marlena questioned, as she leaned forward. "He's a douche. I don't work with him often…" She shrugged her shoulders as she ripped off the blazer to reveal a nice white dress tank top. Very Michael Korrs. Angel let out a whistle.

"WOW, Diva… where'd you get that?"

"Alex bought it for me at some boutique." She said, but by the look on Angel's face, she rolled her eyes. "We're FRIENDS! That's it. I swear."

"Since you have the week off from travel, want to come to Thailand with me?"

"What?" Marlena looked a little, no wait - a LOT skeptical. "What in the hell are you going to Thailand for?"

"RAW in Bangkok, of course." Randy said, as Marlena blinked. "Oh, and I should tell you since you're her friend, I've asked her to be my girlfriend. She's accepted."

"Well look at you, killer." She said, holding out her hand. "Welcome to the club."

"Thanks." Randy smiled as he shook her hand. "So come to Thai with us?"

"I need to check the schedule… to see just how much time I have, but I need to bring work with me…Steinbrenner will have my ass on a platter…"

"Cute little ass on a platter…" Angel grinned as Marlena rolled her eyes with a laugh.

"You can bring whatever. We just need to get you packed and head to JFK before our flight for three leaves for the Thai."

Marlena brought her laptop, her cell phone, her address books, some clothing, accessories, shoes, personal needs, and things she'd regularly travel with the team with. She informed Alex and Joe Torre specifically she'd be in Thailand for a couple days and intended on coming straight back.
But with Randy Orton as your tour guide?

Who knew WHERE you'd end up…