"What the hell are you doing here?" Roxy asked, picking her phone up from the floor. She couldn't believe her ex lover was standing in front of her.
"I'm coming back to Raw. Didn't Vince tell you?" Randy Keith Orton smiled broadly.
"He told me a guy was coming over to Raw but he didn't say who."
"Oh. Well, Is you Dad...I mean, is Mr Bishoff in?"
"Nope. He's no longer the General Manager of Raw."
"Oh. Who is then?"
"You're looking at her!" Roxy said proudly.
"Wow Roxy, that's great!" Randy said, hoping to invite his ex girlfriend for a hug.
"Randy, come into my office, we need to sort a few things out."
"Sure." Randy grinned just like a boy who had discovered what his penis is used for.
He was smiling for more than one reason. Just over a week ago, Doctors had given him the all clear for him to wrestle again, something that he thought would never be possible.Secondly, what he could only describe as his soul mate was the new General Manager of Raw.
He hadn't seen her for over two years. He didn't know if she was aware of what happened after she left Raw...
Flashback, April 4th 2005
Randy nodded as tears tumbled down his face. Roxy kissed him gently on the temple before walking with both Lita and Kurt to the backstage area. All three people went to get into their cars immediately, not once looking back.
Randy stood in the ring. Nobody could replace Roxanna. Not ever.
"Roxy!" He whimpered collapsing his head on the top rope that faced the entrance.
Suddenly, thundering blows bolted into his spinal cord. The crowd booed as Evolution attacked Randy from behind. The audience watched in desperation, hoping that someone would come out and save the day. No one could until the damage was done. Left bleeding in the middle of the ring, both Randy's love life and career were in tatters.
End of Flashback.
He shook them memories out of his mind. He was too busy concentrating on the future and was more than happy when Vince McMahon offered him a space on the active roster.
Roxy was less than impressed. When they were both inside the office, she picked up the phone immediately and started dialling Vince's number. 'There has to be some mistake!' she thought to herself.
Randy however was too busy looking at the young woman standing in front of him. She was a little different to how he remembered her. Her short, black, spikier hair was now replaced with long, curly brownish hair. She wore a suit instead of her 'Gothic' like outfits, although they were more individual. Her eyes still had the same sparkle just like her Mother's. She even looked like she had lost a little bit of weight.
Roxy stood and curled the telephone cable around her finger. She looked at Randy from time to time only to spot him staring at her.
"I like your hair like that." Randy spoke, almost in infatuation.
Roxy grinned slightly before sighing.
"C'mon Vince, pick up the phone!" she mutter exhaustfully.
"Have you lost a little weight? You look good either way but..." Randy asked still eyeing her up and down.
"Randy...Hello? Vince...no not really...Randy Keith Orton is sitting in my office...as in my ex boyfriend...yes...I did say that didn't I?...I know I said that...fine...yes you too...bye." Roxy grimaced at the phone, placing the receiver back down.
Randy was slightly hurt at how much emphasis she put on the word 'ex'. So what if it was true? Of course he was regretting everything he had said to John 'he's my best mate' Cena, but didn't realise that she was going to be the General Manager of Raw did he? He didn't realise that they would come face to face with each other after two years apart. Yet, he was kind of glad...
"What did Vince say?" Randy finally inquired.
"He said that we should get on like mature adults, nothing more, nothing less." Roxy rolled her eyes.
"Oh. Things could be worse Rox..."
"Ok, lets set a few things straight. Number one, while we are at Raw, call me Miss Richards. Secondly, I just want a professional relationship with you, nothing else. Got it?" Roxy demanded angrily. She was fed up with him constantly looking at her.
"What happens if that isn't all I want?" Randy asked, his blues eyes looking at Roxy like a puppy, so big and bold.
She melted. His eyes were gorgeous. 'Focus!' she urged herself.
"Randy, please, ok? I can never, ever forget nor forgive you for what happened before. Tell me we can just work in a professional capacity with each other, yes?"
"Fine, if I must." He glared. He knew how stubborn she could be, but she knew how persistent he could be.
She ran her fingers through her hair, obviously uncomfortable by the situation.
"So, ummm, when can you conduct a full schedule?" Roxy asked.
"In about a week. The Doctors have given me the all clear so yeah, things are looking up." he spoke.
"Well, see you next week at Raw, yeah?"
"Sure bye." Randy said leaning over Roxy.
She forced him out of the door, tears forming in her eyes.
"Please God, tell me this isn't happening!" Roxy whispered to the ceiling, in the biggest dilemma of her General Managership so far.
