Randy was in his hotel room, getting ready to retire for the night. He stepped inside the shower and let the hot water beat on his skin. As he closed his eyes, Randy let his thoughts drift to Rae. He wasn't sorry that he developed feelings for her. He wasn't sorry that he was a third party to a relationship.

And he especially wasn't sorry that he was falling for her. What irritated him more than anything was he knew Rae felt the same towards him. But she's stuck on stupid.

After Randy stepped out of the shower, he wiped the steam away from the mirror. The only thing that was in his mind was Rae's face full of Noxzema. There was something cute about seeing her looking something out of an old zombie flick. She looked beautiful with makeup and polished but there was something innocent and sweet about her fresh face look that he loved. He stared at himself for moment and just shook his head. I need to get her out of my head.

He then walked back into the room and put on a pair of boxer briefs. He laid in bed and looked up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes as he reminisced to the last time he was with Rae. He imagined her soft body hovering over his as they kissed. Her moans vibrated against his neck as he guided her up and down. And when she climaxed, her face was beautiful as a wave of emotion washed over her.

Just as Randy was about to relieve himself of his thoughts of Rae, he was unexpectedly interrupted. "Room service." A small voice knocked on the door.

Randy's eyes flew open as he tried to remember if he ordered room service or not. He started to remember what he did when he arrived back to his hotel and room service wasn't a priority. "I didn't order room service…" He called out.

"Room service." The small voice repeated.

Randy got out of bed and readjusted his boxer briefs so he wasn't exposed. He walked over to the door. "I'm telling you I didn't order room service…"

Before Randy could finish his sentence, the door swung open and Dave stepped inside, knocking Randy against the dresser. He adjusted his tie and looked around the hotel room. "Nice room." Dave commented.

Randy had no time to react as Dave was in his face. He was curious to know how Dave found out what room he was staying in. But it quickly occurred to Randy that he didn't have many friends backstage and any one of them could've given him up. Fuckers! He greeted his co-worker as polite as he could. "Dave."

"Randy."

"Please…" He said nervously. "Come in and have a chit-chat."

Dave walked over to a nearby table and sat down while Randy gauged Dave's attitude. While he was expecting some type of confrontation from Dave, he didn't think it would be so soon and especially since Rae chose to stay with him.

But the look on Dave's face was anything but charming and pleasant. A smile didn't appear anywhere and his eyes had a drawn look to them. Worse yet, Dave didn't utter a word to Randy and just stared holes through his body.

"If you're looking for an apology, you're not getting one." Randy said unapologetically.

"I'm not going to promise you that you won't end up in the hospital if that's what you're hoping." Dave replied quietly.

"You're going to risk thousands in fines for attempting to kick my ass?"

"You think it'll be an attempt?" Dave retorted. "Like I give a damn about the money right about now?"

Randy took a deep breath. Dave had every right to inflict harm to him. But if Dave had any sense at all, he would leave Randy unscathed. "What can I do you for?"

"You know why I'm here, Orton." Dave said. "Now should I use stick figures or crayon to spell it out for you?"

"Is stencil an option?" Randy replied. "What do you want me to say, Dave? I'm sorry that I love your girlfriend? I'm sorry that…"

"Whoa, whoa…you love Rae? You actually can fit love for another person inside you?" Dave questioned.

"Yeah, I can. Kinda like how you loved Tracy while you were fucking various Divas."

Dave stood up and took off his jacket. "Maybe you do want to go to the emergency room tonight."

"Now, David…" Randy said in a condescending tone. "Let's not be irrational."

"I'm not going to do a damn thing to you, Orton. You're not worth ruining this expensive suit." Dave said as he sat back down. "And I'm also not going to be silly and make threats for you to stay away from Rachel because I know you won't do it."

Randy wholeheartedly agreed. "You damn right I won't."

"You won't because she works for the company, genius." Dave shook his head. "You have to be in contact with her anyways."

Randy nodded as that thought escaped him. "That too."

"Let me make it crystal clear right now, Randy." Dave said as he gathered his belongings. "Just because I'm not kicking your ass right now doesn't mean I won't do it. If I hear an inkling of you and my girlfriend ever again, what I did to Kennedy last week won't be anything in comparison to what I'll do to you. And I don't give a damn if we're in a ring or not. Am I clear?"

Randy let out a deep breath as he stood face to face with Dave. "Crystal."