"No Kurt, not even I can do that!" Roxy sneered.
"All I'm saying is that will be one way for you to get back at Eugene and also another way for us to score an easy fall!" Kurt exclaimed.
Roxanna and Kurt were in her office preparing for the big match in just a little while. They were discussing game plans for the evening although Roxy refused to commit to Kurt's ideas.
"I really think we should have a good, clean match even if Bishoff's team doesn't." Roxy replied.
"It won't be playing dirty if you distract Eugene long enough for him to get counted out," Kurt repeated "Go on, you know what Randy said about revenge and all."
"Nope, sorry, we are playing by the rules and that is that." Roxy affirmed, folding her arms.
Roxanna and Kurt had now ended their match discussion for the evening. Roxy was obviously uncomfortable and stayed a fair distance away from Kurt.
"So, ummm, you alright?" Kurt finally asked.
"I think so. You?"
"Yep...How's your arm?"
"A lot better - it feels good now the cast is off." Roxy commented.
"Good. You really don't want to be here tonight, do you?"
"Really, is it that plain?" Roxy half laughed.
"Yeah. I know what anniversary it is tonight. You are coping ok?"
"I am - thanks but I really don't wanna talk about it, not now." Roxy concluded, looking away from Kurt.
"Sure. I'm sorry, I didn't think." Kurt said, moving closer towards her.
"Really, it's fine." Roxy softly smiled.
'Hurry up Randy!' she thought, looking over to the door in anticipation.
Upon her wishes, the rest of her team entered the room, dressed and ready for action.
"You guys ready?" Roxy questioned.
"Sure are!" RVD exclaimed as Randy hugged Roxy's midriff.
"Good, let's go out there and kick some Bitchoff butt!" Roxy joked, grasping Randy's hand as they made their way to the ring, the crowd more pleased to see them than Bishoff's team.
"Fuck." Roxy muttered.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine!" Randy promised, kissing Roxy on the lips.
"D'ya see that JR! They are in love!" Jerry screamed in his Tennessee accent, getting more than a little excited.
"They make a beautiful couple, you can't deny it, but will they remain together forever, especially before the end of tonight at Survivor Series?" Jim Ross wisely suggested.
Twenty minutes into the match...
The match had now gotten down to Triple H, Christian and Eugene vs Randy, Kurt and Shawn. In an early pin fall, RVD got the better of Tysom Tomko before being Scissor Kicked by Booker T and being eliminated. Y2J then pinned the Book Man after making him tap out to the Walls of Jericho. Triple H delivered the Pedigree perfectly on Chris and that was the end of that.
Shawn was fading fast. Christian had hit with the Unprettier as Triple H and Eugene stood on guard against Randy and Kurt who were powerless to do anything. Shawn apologised to Roxy as he headed glumly to the back.
"Two against three; you can't win!" Eric mocked from the other side of the ring.
"Wanna bet?" Roxy cockily asked, her mouth saying something completely different to her feelings and expressions.
Randy entered the ring and stared at Triple H. Hunter laughed at him.
"Why don't you go home now Orton?" Triple H cheekily asked as if he was talking to a five year old.
"Why don't you shut your mouth!" Randy exclaimed, slapping Triple H. Hard.
The arena cheered as the former team mates battled each other head to head in the middle of the ring at great velocity. Hitting a DDT, Randy tagged in Kurt to let the World Heavyweight Champion take out his enemy.
Things backfired. Kurt's head collided with the turnbuckle at the side of the ring. Triple H set Kurt up for the Pedigree before cursing to the crowd and taking a little too long to execute the move. While the referee was distracted with Bishoff, Kurt low blowed Triple H before locking in the Angle Lock. Triple H edged his way around the ring, trying desperately to grab any rope he possibly could. In the end he had no choice but to tap out.
Christian was in utter shock. He didn't want to get into the ring with the Champion now, but what choice did he have? Triple H shoved ring announcer Lillian Garcia from her chair before smacking Kurt in the back with it. As Kurt arched his back and fell to the ground, the referee announced a DQ on Christian's part.
"What! You have to be kidding me!" Eric shouted, trying to reason with the referee.
It was no good however. Eugene was all on his own. What could he do? The answer is not a lot. Kurt tagged in Randy who hit the RKO on Eugene for the count of three.
As Roxy leaped into the ring as Randy lifted her up, only one question remained; who would be the General Manager of which show for the next month?
Kurt passed Roxy a microphone as she began to speak.
"Well, well Eric, looks like your team couldn't deliver huh? Well, ha ha, looks like I get the choice of which brand to manage for a while, Raw or Smackdown? Ummm... Sorry Eric, but I am a red blooded bitch, you're going to Smackdown!" Roxy grinned as she raised Randy and Kurt's arms up to signify the victory as Eric headed out of the arena.
Over two hours later, Roxy, Randy, RVD, Chris, Kurt, Shelton and Lita were in the Enigmatic Club, drinking and enjoying the music. So far, Roxy had hardly touched anything. She was just too happy to bother to drink. She was also far too engrossed in Randy to really give a damn either. They sat in the corner of the VIP lounge snogging and making out with each other all evening.
RVD and Lita were at the bar and sniggered at them. It was as if Roxy and Randy were virgins in high school again, discovering love for the first time and deflowering each other.
"Lovely." Lita chuckled, drinking another shot of Vodka, head banging slightly to Pearl Jam.
"They're made for each other though. It's about time they were happy together."
Before Lita could reply, Chris marched his way back over to his friends "Damn cheek!"
"What's happened?" Shelton asked, walking over.
"I asked the DJ to play Fozzy and he said sorry I only play bands people have heard of!" Chris sneered.
Both RVD and Shelton laughed.
"Have you seen them two?" Lita slurred, pointing over to Roxy and Randy, picking up another shot and tipping it carelessly back to her throat.
"She does still need her tongue you know!" Chris hollered over to them.
Roxy stopped kissing Randy's neck and looked over to her friends. Blushing slightly, she re-fixed her hair, pulled her skirt down before grabbing her handbag and making her way over to Lita.
"Li, come with me to the ladies?" she quizzed, attacking Y2J jokingly with her bag first.
"Sure." Lita said, slamming her glass back onto the bar as she followed her best friend. Chris went and sat next to Randy who took a sip of water looking at his friend.
"Man, do you two ever stop?" Chris quipped.
"No and why the hell should we?" Randy asked, a sparkle present in his eyes.
"She has a lot of stamina!"
"Yep, she has to keep up with me!" Randy smirked.
"I'm glad you are happy." Chris smiled sincerely.
In the ladies, Roxy was reapplying her lipstick.
"The rate you and Randall are going, their is no point in doing that!" Lita giggled, tossing some toilet paper over the cubical wall.
"Oh well, I don't give a shit." Roxy stated, ruffling her hair and twirling in the mirror to make sure she looked perfect for her man. "Have you flushed yourself in their?"
"No, I'll be out in a sec." Lita called, the sound of toilets flushing.
Whilst walking back to the table, Roxy was in front of Lita and turned to talk to her as they made their way through the hoard of people. Roxy inadvertently bumped into the dark hair, tallish man at the counter who had just received his tray of drinks.
"Sorry" she murmured, not really turning to face him.
"Watch where you are fucking going!" he shouted, facing Roxanna.
"I said I was sorry..." Roxy shockly spoke, holding her hands up to her defense and taking a step back.
Before she could say anymore, Roxy realised who she was talking to.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Gavin's little piece on the side. Or was. You killed my baby brother!" he ranted.
"Who the hell is this piece of trash!" Lita exclaimed, pushing in front of Roxy as her drunkenness set in.
"The bell boy who I kneed in the groin a few weeks ago, also my ex's 'big' brother. Care for another?" Roxy questioned, raising her knee.
"No, I told you, fuck off!" he stood up.
By this time, Chris and Randy were aware of the situation. Kurt, Shelton and RVD were the first to corner of the room.
"Look mate, I think you ought to go home and sober up, you know, get a coffee or something." Shelton tried to reason.
"Piss off!" he shouted, shoving Shelton.
"Look, I'm sure she didn't mean to knock into you." Kurt replied calmly.
"You can fuck off as well, baldy!" he cursed as security guards made their way over to the fight.
"Look, my girlfriend said she was sorry. Please, leave it." Randy reasoned, pacing in front of the girls and his friends, directly in front of the man.
"Oh it's you. That pissant Orton!" he scowled, struggling from the security guards grasps.
"Who is this?" Randy questioned Roxy.
"My ex-Gavin's brother." she repeated, folding her previously broken arm in front of her stomach nervously.
"If you're anything like your brother than you are nothing but scum!" Randy snarled.
The music stopped and the whole club stood still. What would happen next?
"How dare you, my brother was as good as twenty four carat gold before he laid eyes on that hoe!" he yelled.
"Why you fucking bastard!" Randy shouted, his fists clenched.
"Leave it Randy, he's not worth it." Chris attempted, pulling Randy with the help of RVD back. All seven friends making their way back to Randy and Roxy's table.
Suddenly, the man broke free from the Security Guards grips and spun Randy around before thumping him straight into his right eye, knocking him to the floor.
The whole clubbed gasped as Randy fell to the ground. Roxy lifted Randy's head from the ground. His right eye was gashed underneath it and started to swell quite badly.
"Oh my God..." she murmured, cradling him in her arms "Someone dial for an ambulance!" she screamed as the Security held back Gavin's brother and dragged him away.
"There's no time for that; a taxi's waiting outside, c'mon let's go!" Chris called.
To be continued...