Finally at Raw on Monday in Montreal, Canada, Randy was lounging around in the locker room with Chris Jericho and Shawn Michaels. HBK wasn't really over ecstatic to be in Canada at the moment...
"It's not all in the past...Montreal will always be remembered as the place where Bret Hart got screwed by me and the WWE." he stated, looking over at his friends in disappointment.
"Don't let them get the better of you," Chris encouraged "Go out there and have a great match with Kurt Angle. Don't try to be the big babyface, be the heel with Kurt, you haven't got a lot of choice." Chris added "Isn't that right Randy? Randy? Orton?" Chris asked, waving his hands in front of Randy's eyes.
"What?"
"What's going on Randall, why ya so spaced out?" Chris questioned.
"I'm just thinking..."
"'Bout what?" Shawn asked.
"What Rox's friend said the other day."
"What did she say?" Chris interrupted.
"She was telling me how love is the only thing that truly matters in life..." Randy said, his voice once again trailing off.
"Love's certainly the best thing that ever happened to me," Shawn interjected "Before I met Rebecca I was a broken man. I felt that I had no reason to carry on in life, not without wrestling. Then I met her and my life changed for the better. She helped me to become a better person and I am forever grateful to her and God for that." Shawn concluded.
"Jessica has given me so much affection over the years I have known her...I love spending every moment that I can with her, although life is sometimes tough, with me being a huge international rock and roll star!" Y2J exclaimed.
Both Randy and Shawn smirked. That was the funniest thing about Chris; his never ending dillusion in his quest to make his metal band Fozzy bigger than Slayer. Randy liked Fozzy and thought they were a good band but wasn't quite sure if they were really mainstream material, that of which Chris credited them for. Not that he wanted to be a pop star, he wanted to be the God of rock and roll. But he had high hopes for Fozzy and wanted them to be larger than life. Both Randy and Shawn doubted that it was to happen...
"How did marriage, you know, change your relationships?" Randy asked subtly.
"I think it made me and Jess appreciate each other more...it certainly made sense."
"It showed how dedicated me and Becky are to each other, although many people did doubt that we were ready for such a major thing."
"It demonstrates a lot of commitment to someone. It takes guts but if you find the right person it's important to do it." Chris reassured.
"Are you gonna 'pop the question' to Roxanna then?" Shawn asked.
"I don't think now a very good time with her friend being ill and everything. It might make me look insensitive." Randy said thoughtfully.
"It's difficult...but it's on the cards right?" Shawn quizzed.
"Definitely, yeah. It would make everything so much easier for everyone involved. All of the legal mumbo jumbo and stuff. Like when we were in Australia, I had to lie that I was her brother before I could see her, you know?"
"What about children?" Chris wanted to know. He knew Roxanna's opinion after there conversation a few weeks ago...
"So, are you planning on having children now?"
"Nope, not at the minute. The timing isn't right. Maybe in a year or two...we haven't really discussed it that much."
"I would love to but I do think we need to wait a year or two first...I have no intention of stopping wrestling just yet and I don't want to compromise her career in order for us to be parents. Nah, it wouldn't be fair, not on her nor the child."
"Shawn, it's time for your promo." one of the Roadies informed, knocking on the locker room door.
"Ok, well, see you guys later." HBK said to his friends, leaving the locker room.
"Personally, I'm happy for the both of you, it's about time that you stuck two fingers up at the world and showed how happy you are together." Chris told Randy.
"You know, it's been leading up to this for a long while. I'm gonna wait for a little while first, you know, let Lily get better and then ask her straight out to marry me. It's the only way...but Chris, don't breathe a word of this to Roxy, I want it to be a complete surprise."
"I promise...as long as I can be a best man?" Chris asked cheekily.
"Of course." Randy decided, the two men hugging.
Meanwhile, Eric and Roxanna were discussing matches for next weeks Raw.
"If we have Kurt vs Randy next week and then Shawn vs Triple H, the week after it can be Kurt vs Triple H and Shawn vs Randy." Eric stated.
"When do you want me to tell them?" Roxy asked.
"Whenever, it doesn't really matter. As long as they know...it will help promote their match at Unforgiven."
Suddenly, Triple H bursts through the door.
"When am I facing Angle to regain my title?" Triple H shouted, thumping his hand on the desk and demanding an answer.
"There isn't to be one." Roxanna replied.
"And why not?"
"It never actually stated that in your SummerSlam contract." Eric said sadly.
"WHAT?"
"Didn't your mother ever tell you to read stuff carefully before signing anything?" Roxy scoffed sarcastically, wanting to piss him off big time. Then she remembered that he had a match against Randy tonight...'Keep you gob shut' she urged herself.
"Shut it bitch!" Triple H demanded.
"C'mon Trips, there's no need to talk to her like that." Eric murmured, trying to reason, looking at the ground slightly disgusted with the monster that he was at long last seeing in Triple H.
'Did Bitchoff just stand up for me?' Roxy thought to herself.
"You can have your match...in two weeks time on Raw, the episode before Unforgiven. Happy?" Eric questioned.
"Very." Triple H uttered, taking a sip of his mineral water and walking away.
"Thanks for, ummm, telling him to back off..." Roxy muttered to her father.
"That's fine, I was getting fed up of his shouting." Eric told Roxanna.
"I'll go and tell Randy, Kurt and Shawn what's happening." she replied, exiting the office and heading towards the locker rooms.
She decided to talk to Kurt first. His and HBK's match was lower on the card than Randy's. She knocked on the door.
"Come in." he hollered.
"Kurt, I need to talk to you about next week and the week after that's Raw."
"Sure, what about it?" he questioned, standing up.
"Next week you will face Randy and the week after that you shall have to defend your title against Triple H."
"What?" he shrieked.
"I'm sorry but Eric promised it to him...he's been demanding it for weeks and things were to become awkward if we didn't agree."
"It's fine, really, I hope he knows that he won't make it to Unforgiven though..."
Roxy grinned "Maybe you should tell him that yourself."
"Actions speak louder than words...give me a little time." he said.
"Have a good match later."
"I will, oh by the way, how's your arm?" Kurt asked, genuinely concerned.
"It's getting better thanks...I should have the cast off by Unforgiven!"
"Good." Kurt said smiling brightly at her. "Wish me luck in my match tonight?"
"Of course." she smirked, leaving the room to go and talk with HBK and Randy.
While walking through the corridors, the current Women's Champion, Trish Stratus, was leant against the wall outside her office.
"Yes Miss Stratus, what can I do for you?" Roxy asked, folding her arms in front of her chest.
"What's this I hear about former Diva's returning?"
"Didn't you get the notice that Vince sent you?"
"No."
"At the Raw before Unforgiven there will be a meeting to discuss this in more detail. Nothing's set in stone yet but I thought you'd be glad of the competition."
"I will be, I just wanted to know that's all - there are so many rumours flying around about the state of the company, I had to be sure." Trish replied, sounding relieved.
"I can appreciate that. Could you make sure that all of the other Diva's know please, it's essential that everyone is at the meeting on that day so that we can all rationally discuss it."
"Ok, and thanks." Trish said, walking away with her title placed firmly on her shoulder.
'Was that really Trish Stratus being civilised?' Roxanna thought to herself. Her and Trish weren't exactly the best of friends, not by a long shot.
"Hey, Roxy, you ok?" Shawn asked as she walked into his locker room.
"Yeah, is Randy about?"
"Right behind you!" Randy said, posing and grinning like he usually did.
"Sorry, but I'm here on business. Ok, next week Shawn you're gonna face Triple H, Randy you're gonna face Kurt and then the week after that..."
"I can see where this is going, me and your boyfriend are gonna get it on." Shawn stated.
"You guessed it. Nothing wrong with healthy competition, is there? By the way, good luck in your matches tonight, must go, Daddy will be expecting me home by 8!" she joked sarcastically, kissing Randy on the cheek on the way past.
"I adore her sarcasm..." Shawn commented.
"I know...I know." Randy sighed. "I forgot to mention earlier but whatever you do, please don't mention the engagement thing to anyone, I want to keep it a secret for as long as possible."
"I guess...well, it's time for my match, gotta go, see ya later mate." Shawn said, patting Randy on the arm as he left the locker room.
An hour later and Randy had completed his match against Triple H. All had gone pretty well through out the match and Randy was on top through out the match. This, of course, frustrated Trips and after Randy refused to give up after a Pedigree, Triple H saw fit to run to the outside ring and grab a chair before smacking Randy square in the head with it. The referee called instantly for the bell and Randy won via DQ.
"ORTON, IF YOU THINK THIS IS OVER, WELL YOU ARE SO VERY WRONG MY MAN!" Triple H yelled at the top of his voice as he watch Randy try to get up while bleeding like a stuffed pig.
Triple H bend down underneath the ring to find his weapon of choice, a sledgehammer. Roxanna stared at the screen and gulped. Before, Triple H had put Randy out of action for a very long time when he smacked him in his spine, causing his severe back problems.
"Oh for fucks sake!" Roxy muttered.
"We have to stop him..." Eric said, urging the security guards to follow him.
"Triple H...Triple H put that down now!" Roxy demanded, swallowing hard.
"If you don't then you won't get your title shot in two weeks time, get dragged out of the Unforgiven match and I will suspend you indefinitely!" Eric warned, backing his daughter up to the hilt.
Immediately, Triple H dropped the sledgehammer carelessly to the outside of the ring, shrugging as he did so.
Randy lifted himself up from the mat and pressed his hand to the part of his head which was bleeding. He shook his head as Roxanna entered the ring to help him up. She took him to the back where she found the first aid kit and plasters. She forced him to sit down before kissing his lips in the most careful of manors. Roxy found the bottle of disinfectant before dabbing a swab in it. She looked directly into his eyes, frowned slightly and dabbed the ripped skin as gently as she could. Randy flinched. He knew that she was intentionally trying to hurt him. He closed his eyes before looking up to the ceiling.
"There, all done." she soothed, pressing the plaster firmly in place "You're lucky you didn't need stitches."
Randy was far too spaced out to care. The fact of the matter was that Triple H would have hit him with that sledgehammer...again. He had to admit he was pretty shook up after it...memories of the near fatal attack before still echoed in his brain, a bad storm waging war on the world. As she stood up after placing the equipment back in the case, he reached for her hand, comforted by the fact she was near.
"Thank you." he whispered, silent tears welling in his eyes. If she hadn't had come out when she did, who knows what could be happening right now? Roxy pulled him close to her chest, he could hear her delicate heart beat faster. He cradelled her midriff in his arms, there was no place either of them would rather be.
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