It was now finally the day of Wrestlemania, a day which was not only anticipated by wrestling fans but by wrestlers themselves. It was the main stage and one which everyone vied to be on. But who was to win out of John Cena and Randy Orton?

It was quite late in the afternoon and for the most partof the day one that would be spent just hanging around in the locker rooms rather than doing a lot. Straight after the event would be the annual Wrestlemania after show party. The vast majority of the superstars would be there to celebrate - hopefully - their performances that night.

Shawn, Chris and Randy were all to share a locker room that night. At the moment, it was just Randy and Chris. Shawn needed to go and call his wife, to make sure her and his children would still be at the arena that night. Chris' wife and son were in the hotel and would be arriving later in the evening. They weren't gonna miss their husband or father in his main event match against Kurt Angle.

"Big night tonight, huh buddy?" Randy asked, looking for his knee pads.

"Yeah." Y2J replied half heartedly. He had been spaced out for a while and was nervous about the evening ahead.

"Will you just relax, you'll be fine!" Randy reassured him, squeezing his shoulder tightly.

"I know but it's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's been such a long time coming, I don't wanna screw anything up. I don't wanna make Ash disappointed or Jessica."

"I know you don't and trust me, you won't." Randy told Chris, standing up to hug one of his best men.

"It's a big night for you too - finally get your hands on John Cena."

"That piss-head's gonna pay - if I don't win then I'm gonna at least injure him. That'll teach him to run his mouth off!" Randy spoke, braking away from Chris.

"Hi guys." Shawn greeted, turning his phone off as he walked into the locker room.

"Hi, so, is Rebecca ok?" Randy questioned.

"Sure is - hey, do you want to see the baby scan?" Shawn eagerly asked.

"Of course." Chris nodded.

Shawn's wife was to be expecting their third baby in June - just before Randy and Roxy's wedding. Shawn had been so excited ever since the news had been confirmed in December - he was to be a father, again. He and Rebecca had been bursting with pride ever since they had been aware of the pregnancy and were hopelessly happy.

As Chris handed the black, grey and blue photograph to Randy, it reminded him of Olivia and how excited he and Roxy were when they saw their baby for the first time.

Flashback:

After setting the equipment up, Dr Carlton put some rubber gloves on before squeezing a jelly like substance onto Roxanna's belly.

"This might feel a bit cold!" he warned her.

Randy clutched Roxy's hand as Dr Carlton ran the scanner over Roxy's stomach. He watched in awe as a little life popped up on the screen.

"Yep, everything looks fine to me." Dr Carlton finally spoke "Do you want to know what sex the baby is?"

"No we want to keep it a surprise don't we Randy?"

"Yeah, but everything's ok right?"

"Sure is. Tell me have you thought of any names for the baby?"

"Well, if it's a girl we though Olivia Joanne" Roxy said.

"And if it's a boy we will call him Darren." Randy smiled proudly.

"Those are nice names. Ok, here is your copy of your baby's picture." Dr Carlton handed the photo to Randy while helping Roxy to wipe the jelly off her stomach.

End of Flashback.

Randy sighed to himself. "That's great man." he encouraged.

"Ummm, I need some fresh air - I'll go and see if Jess and Ash are here yet." Chris decided, walking out of the locker room.

"I'll happen one day, you see." Shawn spoke, putting a comforting arm around Randy's neck.

"I know, it's just unfair. Not that you and Rebecca are expecting again, just..." Randy sighed sitting back down on the bench.

"Just how everything got taken away so quickly by someone, I know." Shawn reasoned, sitting next to Randy "You were just kids yourself."

"Still not right though. I tell ya, if I know who did it, lets just say they wouldn't stand a chance!" Randy sneered.

"Don't let it get you down - everything happens for a reason, as the old saying goes." Shawn re-stood.

Meanwhile, Roxy was on her way to Randy's locker room when Eric approached her in the corridor.

"Preparing to see your boyfriend before he gets beaten by the franchise?" Eric asked cockily.

"No, more like going to see my boyfriend before he beats the 'franchise'!"

"I hope you know what you are getting yourself into." Eric shrugged.

"I know and lets say it's easy to destroy!" Roxy spoke, continuing to walk.

Turning the corner, she heard footsteps behind her. Suddenly, someone spun her around and pushed her against the wall. Placing his hand firmly around her throat, John Cena started to snigger as he watch Roxanna struggle.

"What...the...hell...do...you...want?" Roxy stammered.

"Just here to make sure that Randall is ready to loose against me tonight?"

"Don't...you...mean...win?" Roxy croaked.

"No I got it right the first time." Cena mocked, placing his hand tighter around her neck. He loved the way she was gasping for air. "Listen to me bitch and listen good; forget we ever had this conversation, ok?"

"Why?" Roxy barely asked.

"Or I might just have to beat your fiancé senseless before moving my attentions to you, if you get what I mean."

"Bastard!" Roxy roared, kneeing Cena in the nuts. "You so much as come near me again and I swear to God your life is over!" She added, walking quickly away.

"You're gonna pay for that!" John hollered, trying to regain his composure, pain and anger evident in his voice.

A few hours later, it was time for the Orton vs Cena match up. As the fans were shown a video package, Randy made his way out to the ring after John. If the tension between those two wasn't enough, Eric and Roxanna were also at ringside.

Standing in the centre of the ring, Randy and John stared directly into each others eyes. Both sneering at one another as the referee checked their attire for weapons, their heads collided as they exchanged words.

"You hate me, don't you Randy?" Cena asked.

"I deteste you!"

"Want another reason to hate me?" John inquired arrogantly, moving a step back from his former best friend.

"Why not?"

"I did it."

"Did what?" Randy questioned, a little confused. He raised an eyebrow and waited for his response.

"I killed your baby!"

Randy's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. He clenched his fists as his breathing became much heavier. He was fuming. His best friend of the time killed his baby girl? No way was that possible! Glancing over at Roxanna, a flood of emotions hit him like a tonne of bricks; Love, hate, anger, sorrow and regret embraced into a bundle of negativity, forcing Randy to up his game significantly.

"You Mother-fucking bastard!" Randy snarled, slapping Cena clearly across the face.

Cena smirked naively to himself. "I guess I deserve that."

"You deserve more than you could ever know." Randy bellowed, forcing John to the ground, his punches busting Cena open instantly. As the blood oozed from the open wounds on Cena's head, Randy punched harder, his fists getting bloodier and bloodier. He didn't care. He wanted John to bleed for all of the water in the world.

"I want you to loose five damn pints of your blood, you piece of fucking shit!" Randy yelled, grabbing Cena by the hair and slamming the back of his head down onto the matt.

Roxy stared at Randy - she knew he would be going crazy over Cena but not that much so! She hadn't heard a word of what either man had been saying due to the crowd and background noise. She knew that they had exchanged words before the match officially started but wasn't aware of what it was about.

After basically a squash match where Cena had been unable to defend himself, Randy won via three RKO's. As the referee raised his arm into the air, Randy wiped Cena's blood onto his chest before spitting on John. Roxy got into the ring and accessed the damage on Cena. His eyes had already started to swell and his face would need a lot of stitches. After congratulating Randy on his victory, Roxy and him made their way back to his locker room before heading out to the Wrestlemania after show party.

"That was a good match you had tonight." Vince walked over, congratulating Randy on his victory.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Keep up the good work and the gold shall soon be back around your waist!" Vince reassured, walking off to get another drink of whisky.

"And here's a guy already with gold around his waist! Congratulations Chris!" Roxy celebrated, kissing Chris Jericho's cheek.

"Thanks, it was a hard battle, but the best warrior won in the end!" Y2J joked.

"Congrats man." Randy hugged Chris.

"I'll be back in a minute." Roxy promised, walking over to talk to Lita.

"Are you ok? Man, I saw how you went after Cena tonight, you were awesome!" Chris enthused, taking a sip of champagne.

"The little twat deserved everything he got."

"Why, what's he done now? What did he say to you before the match?"

"He told me that he was the one who stabbed Roxy at Survivor Series."

Chris' expression from that of a new crowned champion to a man discovering a horrible secret, which indeed he was.

"Are you serious? Are you gonna tell Roxy?" Chris hastily asked.

"I dunno, I don't wanna upset her - equally, I don't think I can keep it from her."

"Take her back to the hotel and do it there - gently." Chris advised.

Once back at the hotel, Roxy was slumped in the bed. Randy on the other hand was still in his suit - his cuffs and collar lazily undone as if he had never changed his attire as he rested his forearms across the balcony railings of the hotel room. Gazing to the streets below, the wind wafted across his face, cooling his red hot temperature.

Sitting up in bed, Roxy pulled the covers around her tighter and looked at Randy in confusion. "Angel, c'mon, I wanna give you your reward for beating Cena tonight!" she purred, patting his side of the bed.

Surveying the sky one last time, Randy closed and locked the balcony doors and re-entered the room. Digging his hands deep into his trouser pockets, his awkwardness was beginning to spread to Roxanna.

"Randy, are you ok?" she softly spoke, an unsettled tone covering her voice.

Sitting to the side of her at the edge of the bed, Randy mercifully placed her right hand in his before clearing his throat. He knew that the only way for him to make her at ease would be to tell her exactly what was troubling him.

"Rox, darling, I'm so sorry." he began, his voice sounding sombre.

Before he said anymore, a thousand and one things raced through Roxy's head; was he braking up with her? Was there another woman? Was he ill?

"Randy, what's happened?" she questioned quietly, not altogether certain if she wanted the answer.

"I never meant for him to hurt you. I wish I could have been there."

"What are you talking about?" Roxy asked again, laughing a little in a sense of confused shock.

"Survivor Series. It was Cena."

That was all Randy possibly needed to say for Roxy to understand. Braking away from his reach, Roxy scraped her hair from across her face and shook her head in denial. Randy stood from the bed and couldn't face her. He needed to, he knew she would crack but he couldn't find the strength from within. Closing his eyes tightly, he forced his head to stare at the ground.

Suddenly, he heard sobs coming from his sweetheart. He knew that he had to be strong for her sake. Turning back around, Randy removed his shirt and other clothing before climbing in bed beside Roxy. He started by stroking her back before kissing her neck, in hope of calming her down. He wiped away her tears before speaking again.

"Are you ok?"

She nodded negligible, turning to face him and smiling minorly. Resting her head on his shoulder, she was thankful he was there for her. And she knew he always would be.

Next time...It's time for the Stag and Hen nights! With new revelations, will either Roxy or Randy make it to the wedding in one piece?