The SummerSlam pay per view continued. Roxanna was typing up a few reports for various things. Yet, she couldn't concentrate. She couldn't get Randy's voice out of her head.
'What does he really want to talk to me about?" Roxy mused to herself "Is he mad at me? Nah, he wouldn't be holding me like that if he was. Is he in trouble? Is he ill? Does he want to break up with me? No, we only just brought a house together. Maybe he's just nervous about tonight. Perhaps." She said to herself, dismissing any negative thoughts that clouded her vision.
SummerSlam had been a great pay per view so far. The Smackdown! Matches showed great quality to them. The World Heavyweight Championship match was about to get underway. As Triple H made his way down to the ring, Lita walked into the office.
"Hi, I thought I'd come and keep you company."
"Thank you." Roxy said.
"I bet you're gonna be on the edge of your seat for this aren't you?"
"Just a bit."
"Do you know what Randy's number is?"
"Yeah, number 19."
"Oh. Well, it might happen, you never know."
"I'm trying to be as unbiased as possible...but if he does win, I won't be disappointed."
An hour into the match and already 16 superstars had tried their hardest to win the championship. They were:
1 - The Hurricane.
2 - Christian.
3 - Val Venis.
4 - Eugene.
5 - The Coach.
6 - Viscera.
7 - Scotty 2 Hotty.
8 - Rosey.
9 - Gene Snitsky.
10 - Tysom Tomko.
11 - Matt Striker.
12 - William Regal.
13 - Booker T.
14 - Rob Van Dam.
15 - Tajiri.
Poor Shelton Benjamin had just been eliminated, due to Triple H smacking him in the head with a chair while the referee was distracted by some of the superstars on the outside of the ring. To everyone's surprise, Kurt Angle's music hit the arena and he entered the ring. He pummelled upon Triple H who was starting to get a little tired. Shelton Benjamin was a tough athlete, one that Triple H had never beaten. Until now. After ten minutes, Kurt had delivered an Angle Slam and hit the ankle lock on Triple H, making him tap out. There was to be a new World Heavyweight Champion after all!
"I don't believe it..." Lita gasped.
"I do!" Roxy laughed as Triple H slowly got out of the ring and made his way to the backstage area. Suddenly, the door burst wide open.
"I demand the next entry...NOW!" Triple H bellowed.
"I'm sorry Trips...you lost the belt fairly.
"No I didn't...I never tapped out!"
"Sorry, the referees decision is final."
"I bet it wouldn't be if 'Randy' was in the ring huh?" Triple H asked bitterly "I demand my rematch - tomorrow night on Raw and I don't care who I have to face, that belt will be mine!" he added, slamming the door shut on the way out.
"Pity he left so soon - he didn't give me a chance to say no!" Roxy smirked.
Meanwhile, Kurt Angle was adding the finishing touches to Chris Jericho who had refused to tap out. Alas, an Angleslam got the better of him...it was now number 18's turn to enter and to everyone's shock it was none other than HBK Shawn Michaels!
"Business is about to pick up!" JR reassured the fans at home.
"Yep, these men have had some awesome battles in the past...but who will get the better of who tonight?" Jerry questioned.
Surely enough it was a great battle. Both men displayed great heart and courage. But suddenly, in a bridge like pin, both men's shoulders were to the mat. However, the referee announced that Kurt was indeed the victor.
Shawn argued for a few moments with the referee who simply shrugged it off. With just over three minutes to go, could number 19 get the job done?
Randy's music hit as the crowd cheered. He raced to the ring and started delivering left and right punches to Kurt. Meanwhile, a disappointed Shawn made his way to the General Manager's office. By now, Eric was there too and Lita had left.
"Miss Richards, you saw what happened out there. I didn't loose but I didn't win." Shawn said, quite calmly considering.
"Rubbish! You lost." Eric yelled.
"I don't think you did..." Roxy said, her eyes still fixed to the television monitor. It was now into the final minute of the match and Kurt had delivered another Angle slam. The straps came down and he applied the Angle lock to Randy's right foot.
'Hold on baby...' Roxy thought in her mind.
Randy knew that he couldn't tap out. He didn't want to. With everything he had gone through in the past few years, giving up was simply not in his vocabulary. He edged his way closer to the ropes only for Kurt to pull him back again. He then reversed the move, sending Kurt leaning against the ropes...10 seconds left...Randy managed to get himself up with the help of the ropes...7 seconds left...He urged Kurt to get up...5 seconds left...out of no where, he hit the RKO...2 seconds left...he lay on top of Kurt. Alas he was out of time. Kurt Angle was the new World Heavyweight Champion. Randy couldn't believe it. He had won the match. No one ever got up from the RKO. He was seriously pissed off.
"Ha ha, lover boy didn't win!" Eric grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"That's it...come with me 'Mr Bishoff', we have an announcement to make." Roxy said, walking out to the stage area.
Eric's music hit with him still grinning like an idiot. He had a microphone in his hand.
"Ha ha, too bad Randy, tough luck. Now, as General Manager's we have had a few complaints about the way some of the pin falls and whatever this evening. So, next month at Unforgiven, it shall be a Triple Threat Match for the World Heavyweight Championship. It will be the champion, Kurt Angle, defending his title against, The Game Triple H and the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels!" The crowd cheered but some were expecting a little more.
"However, in light of what just happened, with Kurt not getting officially pinned by Randy due to the time limit, it will be a Fatal Four way including...Randy Orton!" Roxy grinned much to Eric's dismay.
The crowd liked that match idea a lot better. Especially Randy. But what would happen in the lead up to the match?
