It was now 4am and Roxy hadn't slept a wink all night. When Randy returned upstairs, she closed her eyes tightly. He would only worry and pester her about what was wrong. She decided to get up and start getting ready to leave in half an hours time. No one else was up apart from RVD. He was just finishing packing his stuff. He turned around to see who it was.
"Morning." He greets, zipping his bag.
"Hi."
"You look tired, are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, ummm, I'm fine thanks. Just eager to hit the road before the traffic starts..."
"Me too, I can't stand being stuck in traffic! Is Randy awake?"
"No, come to think of it, I don't think anyone else in the house is apart from us."
"Maybe we should wake them up - it's 25 minutes before we wanna get started."
Just then, Randy stumbles out of his bedroom, dressed and ready to go by the looks of things. He puts his arms around Roxy and kisses her on the top of her head.
"Hi Rob - you ok?" Randy asks.
"Yeah, I'm good."
"You ok sweetie?"
"Ummm." she tried to enthuse.
"Good. I'll start packing the stuff in the van." Randy said, taking his and Roxanna's stuff to the van.
If there was one aspect of the WWE lifestyle that most of the superstars hated was getting up early to drive to house shows. They didn't particularly mind the travelling but they hated the early mornings and even later nights. Before they could go to bed, they had to wait for their adrenaline to calm down significantly.
Half an hour later, all of them were packed, in the van and ready to get to Carolina. Randy was driving while Shawn navigated. They sat up front with Roxanna while everyone else sat in the back with the belongings.
"Me, Kevin Nash, X-Pac, Scott Hall and Triple H used to travel with each other all of the time in a van like this," Shawn commented, "Then some of us went to WCW and me and Triple H fell out big time. Then, I couldn't wrestle anyway so it was quite sad how the clique ended up..."
"You know what they say, all good things must come to an end." Shelton commented.
"Yeah...including love." Roxy muttered.
"Thanks for that Rox." Randy tutted.
"No, I didn't mean like that, I meant with you know who."
"Oh yeah, I see, sorry, I thought you meant us."
"Nah, you two are a nice couple. You have to get the right balance between friendship, love, lust and trust to make a relationship work." RVD said.
"Where does the lust bit come into it?" Chris Jericho asked.
"Well you can't be too lustful of other women, or men. If you are then your relationships doomed." RVD warned.
"You can still look but not touch...you can't block sexual thoughts about other people out of your mind completely can you?" Roxy questioned.
"Can't you?" Randy inquired.
"You still look at Stacy Kiebler and I don't get pissy about it."
"Since when?"
"It's kinda obvious when she goes out to the ring and you stare at the TV monitor."
"Oh that Stacy Kiebler...yeah, she's ok. Nothing compared to you sweetness." Randy grinned.
"No need to be sarcastic!"
"Who said I was being sarcastic?" Randy asked in a shocked manner.
By now everyone was laughing at their play fight. It was so cute in a way how they were arguing about nothing.
It was now 12 o'clock, midday. Roxy's phone started ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hi, it's Vince here. Are you making your way to the house show this evening?"
"Yeah we're nearly at the arena. Why?"
"I need you and Eric to do an interview for Raw magazine for next months edition."
"Ok sure. Bye. Great!"
"What?" Shawn asked.
"I have to do an interview with Bishoff."
"Good for you!" Chris said sarcastically.
Three quarters of an hour later, they had dropped their stuff off at their hotel and were at the arena. Roxy waited patiently outside the office for that evening. When Eric finally arrived, he looked annoyed.
"Great, on one of my nights off..."
"We don't have to be at any other shows each week except for Raw and the pay per view." Roxy muttered.
"Even so, I like my evenings off." Eric moaned.
"I think if it comes to that, we all do!" Roxy reasoned.
"But I had an appointment..." Eric continued to whine.
"What you do in private is your business not mine."
"Not one of those appointments."
"Whatever, I don't really give too much of a damn."
"Ok, sorry to keep you waiting." Shane McMahon said, opening the door to let his clients in.
"Hi Shane, I didn't know you'd be conducting the interview!" Roxy said, shaking his hand.
"Yeah, well, I was in the area and I figured that if you were both available then it would be a great opportunity to do this. Now, I think Dad got slightly confused; this editions out by SummerSlam, so I need to go type this up and everything as soon as we've done. It won't take too long. I appreciate it's your nights off..."
"It's fine, I was in the area anyway."
"I wasn't." Eric mumbled.
"Well the sooner we can get this started the sooner I can leave you alone to do whatever you want…" Shane said, trying to be as polite as possible.
Sorry for such a short chapter! More coming soon, possibly Wednesday.
