There was a loud knock coming from the door. Before Danielle was able to tell them to come in, the handle was already turned and the door opened. Typical of wrestlers who felt as though they were the best thing ever. The first thing she saw was a chin followed by the cheesiest smile she had ever seen. Seriously, the chin was huge. It would have given Jay Leno competition in a chin contest.

"Randy Orton?" Danielle asked uncertain of herself. She had the list of people in front of her but they probably wouldn't all come in the proper order. Most likely they would just show up whenever they felt like it.

"Remember that name because you will be screaming it all night," he said as he struck his pose in front of her.

Danielle blinked.

After the few minutes of posing, he sat down in the chair. And Danielle was shocked he didn't slip off of it from the amount of grease on his body. She felt like putting on her sunglasses so that she wouldn't have to worry about her eyes being burned out from the light reflecting back at her.

"You want me," Randy said as he flashed her his mug shot. It just made the chin look longer. She felt like tilting her head a bit to make sure she didn't get poked by it.

She couldn't say anything to that comment. She did want him but only to do this evaluation. It's times like these she realizes just how guys work. They make these stupid comments and then no matter what you answer they -

"The Ortonmeister knows what the ladies want," he said bringing her out of her internal digression about the male psyche.

"The Ortonmeister?"

"All the ladies want the Ortonmeister." He stood up once more and struck his pose. It was really weird to see him do it like that because there was no music so it only added to the creepy vibe he gave off.

"Well Mr. Orton-"

"Ortonmeister," he corrected her.

"Mr. Orton, we are going to try some word association. Just to break the ice," Danielle reached down for a form to evaluate the words he said.

Randy broke down. He started to cry. The Legend Killer aka Ortonmeister was crying in the middle of his evaluation.

"Are you okay?"

"No I am not okay! I am going to end up failing this test, losing my next match, then get sent to Smackdown where I will lose yet again, be forced out of my house and have to sell fake Rolexes on the corner. I don't even know where to buy fake Rolexes so how can I sell them? Why? Why would you do this to me?"

"I...I haven't done anything yet. You only need to-"

"Why! Why? Was it because of the Ortonmeister coming on a bit too strong? The Ortonmeister can change. He can change!" He dropped to his knees and was groveling in front of her. It truly was a sad sight.

Danielle put the papers down and signed the form. It wasn't worth it. "Here, take this to Mr. McMahon. It says you are mentally well enough to continue to wrestle."

Randy jumped to his feet. "The Ortonmeister thanks you," he said as he took the form from her hand. Then he struck his pose yet again before exiting the room.

Danielle slumped back in her chair feeling defeated. And this was only the first one - how many more did she have to do?