Randy had finished showering and had gotten dried and dress. He looked in the mirror at himself, the snarl crept over the glass. If looks could kill, he would probably be dead by now.

Tonight, he had gotten redemption on the people that at one time were his friends. Karma had certainly taken a nasty turn on them but was bound to at some point.

Randy couldn't get his General Manager out of his mind though. He couldn't forget how good Roxanna had looked tonight, how good she still looked. Jealously had erupted over him when he saw the scum that was draping himself over her. His skin crawled as he glared at the unaware couple. He'd never seen her with another man, except for Kurt Angle or any of his friends or co-workers. It was true. His lust was still within him, the lust to claim back the girl who he thought was rightfully his.

He had tried to work out over the past half an hour how to go about the situation. Roxy didn't know that her ex was in the room, witnessing her snog another man. 'Maybe that's what she was hiding from me.' he thought, sprinkling his usual 'Obsession' cologne over himself.

He still missed her body, her body which slipped over him effortlessly. She was effortlessly sexy. He could understand the other mans wishes.

However, he wanted to beat the over man senseless for touching his 'girl'.

He longed to be her man again, the man that would protect, adore and make love to her. The man that she would come to in situations that could only be conquered by soul mates. Yet, he still saw her as his soul mate.

He wondered out of his locker room and headed towards the taxi holding his friends. He went and sat down, not saying a word to any of them.

"Are you ok Randy?" Shelton Benjamin asked.

"Fine, lets just go ok?" Randy said bluntly, shocking the others in the vehicle.

About 15 minutes later, the five men, including RVD and Paul London had arrived at the bar. Music blared loudly through the doorway, as the five men pushed past anyone who got in their way.

Straight away, the five men got down to business, drinking any dribble of alcohol in site. Randy however was loosing it. He had never been a big drinker, especially not since 'she' became addicted to the stuff a few years before hand...

"Are you sure you're ok Randy?" Paul finally asked, concerned by his friends lack of conversation.

Randy didn't answer straight away. He had spotted a figure on the dance floor, a figure that was enough to make any man leap for joy, in more areas than just one.

He looked at the youthful girl. She was beautiful in a 'slut-fest' kind of way. She barely covered her body up as she slithered around the dance floor like a snake looking for its next victim.

"Earth to Randy, are you ok?" Paul asked, again, now waving his hand in front of Randy's face.

"Just fine!" Randy slurred drunkenly, making his way over to the young lady.

She stopped in her tracks, surveying the man heading towards her. She clung to her friends arm, as she whispered to her. Randy smiled. His killer smile made the girl jump up and down in glee. She finally realised who it was. She knew how she could make all of the other girls in the country jealous by laying Randy Keith Orton AKA 'The Legend Killer'.

Both people didn't hesitate in grabbing each other, clinging to each other for dear life. They danced for ages and ages, both persons friends looking on in disbelief. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, making them look like they had known each other all their lives.

"Maybe he is over Roxanna!" Paul stated smiling.

"Never be too sure." Chris reminded.

Shelton, RVD and Chris were unconvinced by their 27 year old friends actions. Chris took it upon himself to try and pry him away from the slut he was holding hostage.

"Randy!" He called. Randy didn't say anything. Chris repeated everything he had just said.

"Go away!" Randy scowled, turning his attention back to the girl in his arms.

The girl looked at Chris in confusion, she could feel Randy's skin slipping away from hers. She whispered to him. He nodded in agreement as she lead him from the dark room.

Randy, if he wasn't so drunk, would question his own integrity. Alas, he couldn't. He was now just the wondering sheep, being led by the evil temptress into the mists of unknown.

They stood, in the unisex toilets, not talking just eyeing each other up and down. She smiled seductively, as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

"Do me the honours." she spoke, handing him the string to her halter neck top to untie, making her amply sized chest visible for the whole world to view.

Randy gladly accepted, adrenaline rushing through his body.

He began to feel it, he began to feel excited in a way he hadn't felt in years. She ripped his shirt off before French kissing him, clawing her nails into his chest and back before biting his neck, making him scream with euphoria.

He lifted himself into her as she continued to lick and bite him. He was enjoying every minute of it, it made him not feel quite so empty, at least for a few moments.

Fatigue spread over him at a rate that was unimaginable. His first match in over 25 months had clearly taken it's toll on him.

He stopped his motions. She gave him a puzzled look.

"What's wrong?"

"I just can't do it."

"Do what, c'mon you know you want me, your body makes me high on lust!"

"Even so, I can't."

"Why not?" she demanded.

"You... you don't love me, it's not right."

"I love your wrestling, your body, your moves, isn't that enough? You look so virtuous in here, so sexy."

She continued to force herself over him, the attraction was just too strong to hold in. She closed her eyes, pretending not to have listened to what he'd just said to her.

He pressed her away from him. He couldn't, it wasn't fair...

"I'm sorry." He declared, walking out the door, confirming his worst fears; he couldn't get over Roxanna Richards, no matter how hard he tried, and he was probably never going to.