The next day, it was time for all three of the remaining WWE stars to return home. All of them were looking forward to getting home and in HBK's case, seeing his family. Randy, Roxy and Shawn were about to board the plane when Roxy's phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Roxanna, I thought I'd just ring you up to ask how you are?"
"Kurt, what the fuck?" she whispered.
"Who you talking to babe?" Randy asked, putting his arms firmly around her waist.
"No-one. I'll be done in a minute, I'll meet you on the plane." She told him, placing her hand over the receiver.
"Ok." Randy said, kissing her on the temple and picking his hand luggage up to board the plane with Shawn.
"Kurt, why are you ringing me?"
"I'm just concerned about you that's all baby."
"Don't call me baby!"
"Why not?"
"Coz...it's wrong! Don't you understand? I'm not interested in you!"
"Apart from me, I guess Randy is as well! Haven't you thought about what I said at all?" Kurt pouted.
"Yes, nothing but. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go and catch my flight." she said, turning off her mobile.
Once boarding the plane, she found where Shawn and Randy were sat.
"You ok?" Shawn asks.
"Fine."
"Good, you go the window seat." Randy said enthusiastically.
"Lucky me, huh?" she commented sarcastically.
A few hours into the flight...
"I'll be back in a minute, I need to go for a walk." Randy said, grimacing.
"Guess his backs playing him up." Roxy said, turning to face Shawn.
"Yeah. Did you talk to him about you know what yet?"
"No. Kurt called me a few hours ago."
"What did he want?"
"Just to know if I'd thought about what he'd said."
"Please, do yourself a favour and talk to Randy when he gets back, ok? You'll feel much better about it. Look he's coming now, here's your opportunity." Shawn stated, trying to find his CD player from his bag.
"Hey." Randy said facing Roxy.
"Randy, I uh really need to talk to you."
"Sure honey what about?"
"Something that somebody told me the other night at Raw."
"Ok."
"But please promise me that you won't get mad and interrupt me before I'm done."
"Promise."
"Ok, well, this guy who's a wrestler kinda, sort of..."
"Stop stumbling!"
"Hey, you said you wouldn't interrupt me till I'd finished!" she said, slapping Randy playfully on the arm.
"Sorry, carry on."
"Thank you. Anyway, like I was saying, this guy really like wants me as in...he wants me and my body and sex."
"What? Who the hell is it?"
"Kurt Angle." Roxy muttered.
"Why? What? How would I be mad?"
"I dunno, I just know how much you can't stand Kurt that's all."
"It's not your fault your irresistible! As long as he looks but doesn't touch, I don't care."
"Are you sure? I told him to piss off but I don't know if he listened."
"Did he say anything else?"
"Yes, he said about how you are never there for me and other stuff like that."
"Ignore the jumped up little bastard!" Randy laughed "He's such a pervert!"
Roxy was sort of upset that Randy didn't feel stronger about the whole situation. A few years ago, he would have ripped Kurt's head off. 'Still, at least he didn't get pissy about the whole thing.' she told herself calmly.
Randy, deep down, knew it was always gonna come to this. He'd seen how Kurt acted towards Booker T's wife, Sharmell, a few years ago. He wanted to protect Roxy from the monster known to many as Kurt Angle, a Olympic Gold Medallist who did more in his first 11 months in the WWE than any other star in the business' history. Yet, Roxy was the General Manager of Raw. He didn't want to make things difficult between her and his co-workers. Things really had changed in Randy over the past few years but his hate for Kurt Angle was to remain the same. Always. Considering how to cope with the situation, he invited Roxy to rest her head on his abs, the same abs that millions of women around the world drooled over each week. He smiled at her.
"What ever happens, don't let it affect us, ok?" he whispered.
"I won't." Roxy gazed into his bold blue eyes longingly.
'Kurt's wrong,' she thought 'Very wrong!'
