After eating the dinner that Randy had cooked, they both went and looked through the DVD's that Roxy had brought with her. It was mainly comprised of old wrestling matches and a few movies. Finally, they picked out 'Royal Rumble 1991' and shoved it into the DVD player.
"Back in a minute, ok?" Roxy said, heading towards the bathroom.
"Sure, I'll set this baby up." Randy said, fiddling with the controls. He was at least a little happier to know that she was willing to tell him about Gavin.
'That son of a bitch is gonna pay!' Randy said, looking in his wallet at his and Roxy's baby. The baby that, although dead, he thought about everyday. He smiled at Olivia, wishing that one day that he would be blessed with a child. Roxy came stumbling out of the bathroom and stared intentively at the photo that Randy held dearly in his hands.
"Olivia." She sighed.
"Yeah, ummm, DVD's ready." Randy said, trying to change the direction of the conversation.
"No, it's ok, if you wanna talk about her than we can do."
"We can talk and watch the DVD."
"If you want to." Roxy said, sitting next to him.
"So ummm...you ok?"
"What with?"
"Talking about her?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"It's just it's been a while and stuff."
"Oh. Yeah."
"You never did actually tell me what happened," Randy spoke softly, "If you don't want to, that's fine..."
"No, I'm ok with talking about it. To be truthful, I have no idea what happened. I was just in the room, sorting a few things out when I heard someone enter the room..."
Flashback, Survivor Series 2004:
"Randy, you're back early, did you win?" Roxy asked, shuffling about in her bag. She held the picture of their soon to be baby in her hand, her back facing the other person in the room.
"Ummm." Spoke the person.
"I can't believe it. Next year, we'll be parents. Strange huh?"
"Ummm." Said the person again.
"I take it you didn't win..." Roxanna said, about to turn around. Then, she felt the unknown presence overpower her, jabbing a knife in her side before leaving the room.
End of flashback.
"Oh. Babe, why did you never tell the police?"
"Not a lot to say, was there? I didn't know who attacked me, I just have no idea." Roxy reasoned, not crying a single tear.
"Even so..." Randy could tell that she didn't really want to talk about it anymore. He didn't want to unwillingly torture her. "So, what have you been doing since after Wrestlemania 21?" Randy asked, changing the subject.
"Stayed in America for a while, moved back to England, worked, got counselling, you know regular stuff all 19-20 year olds do."
They both laughed faintly.
"I kinda helped my best friend in England, Ice, set up her band and stuff."
"Ice?" Randy asked, looking slightly puzzelled.
"No, Ice isn't her real name. Her real names Lily, not very appropriate, huh?"
"Hardly."
"I helped her make their first music video. It's really strange, but cool. They played Download Festival the other year..."
"Really? Awesome! I would love to see the video! So, ummm, you got counselling over your alcohol addiction or something?"
"Yep, sure did. When I moved back my Mum kinda made me."
"By the way, how is your Mom?"
"Good thanks. Fine until she set me up with that piss head..." Roxy said, her voice braking slightly...
"Sounds like, on the whole, you had a better year than I did."
"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't know at all what Evolution were gonna do. In fact, until Cena told me, I had no idea what had happened."
"Why did Cena tell you?"
"Ummm...are you sure you wanna know?"
"Yes, of course."
Flashback, one month exactly since Wrestlemania 21:
Roxy was sat in her flat, all alone drinking when there came a knock at the door.
"Who the fuck can that be?" she slurred, dragging herself over to the door.
"Hey, Roxanna."
"What the hell do you want Cena?"
"Look, I need to talk to you, please?"
"Maybe I don't wanna talk!" she said, almost child-likely, closing the door in John's face.
"Please...I'm not gonna leave until you open the door!" He hollered.
"Fine," Roxy sighed, reopening the door "You'd better come in, I don't wanna make a scene." she ordered, John walking into her living area.
"Nice flat!" he enthused.
"Whatever...why are you here?"
"I, well, I feel kinda responsible that you and Randy aren't together anymore."
"Listen crap boy, yes you might have been telling him what to say but he should have put you in your place. I guess he sent you round here didn't he? Yep, I can just imagine it; you and him go out clubbing, shag several different chicks and then he wants stability, well wupidu!"
"That's not the case at all."
"How come? Have you two been through everyone, including each other, and now need some drunk bitch like me to pick up the pieces? Please..." She hissed.
"You have no idea what happened to Randy do you?"
"Did he get his knob stuck in his zipper?"
"Roxanna, please."
"Ok, ok what did Randy do that made him unable to lay women?" Roxy rolled her eyes.
"Well, you know that night you left the WWE, when you, Lita and Kurt left the arena? Randy stood in the ring for a little while longer, screaming out your name..."
"Is this going anywhere? I need to go and get some more Brandy!"
"Fine, Evolution attacked him from behind and hit a sledge hammer into his spine. Now, he has a few metal plates in his back holding everything together. It's unlikely that he'll ever be able to wrestle again."
That made Roxy stop right in her tracks. All that she had been say, all her sarcastic comments were nothing more than shit compared to what had happened to Randy. She started feeling guilty...
"Where is he?"
"At home in his flat I presume. I haven't spoken to him ever since he got pissed off with me."
"Right, you can drive me there!" Roxy said, zipping up her jacket and searching for her keys. Her haze of booze wasn't hanging over her quite so badly.
About half an hour later, they were at Randy's door.
"Are you coming in with me?" Roxy asked John.
"Of course. I want to apologise."
John knocked at the door. They waited but no one answered the knock.
"Randy?" John shouted.
Roxy fiddled in her pocket to find the key to his flat. They never gave each others keys back to each other...
"What are ya doing?" John asked.
"Letting myself in, I've got a bad feeling about this."
"Are you sure? It's braking private entry?"
"You are either with me or against me Cena, which is it gonna be?"
"Ok, I'm in, lets just get this over with."
Roxy unlocked the door as her and John entered Randy's flat. It was in a right state. Newspapers, photos, glass and pills were everywhere.
"Randy?" John called. Both him and Roxy looked around only to find Randy sprawled out in his wheelchair.
"Oh my God! Randy, can you here me?" Roxy shouted as she tried feeling for his pulse. "He has got no pulse. Quick John, ring and ambulance!"
John just stood there in shock. What the hell could have happened?
"John, do it, NOW!"
John found his mobile phone in his pocket and dialled 911 frantically.
"Yeah I need an ambulance...and fast!"
Meanwhile, Roxy was trying to wake Randy up.
"Randy, what happened? I'm sorry about what happened at Raw, you have to believe me, I had no idea that it was gonna happen! Please Randy, wake up!"
"Ok, the ambulance is gonna be here soon. Are you ok?" John asked Roxy sincerely, putting his phone back in his pocket.
"I'm ok, I'm more concerned about him at the minute." She said, stroking Randy's face.
To be continued...
