A/N- First off, a shout out to the birthday girl. Happy Birthday Becky. So yeah, I know this took forever, but I wasn't sure which way to go with the story...and I still don't. I know the outcome, but there is two possibilities I could go with to get there. Either way, I promise, we'll get there. Let me know what you think.

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"My God King, Burchill just laid out Becky." J.R exclaims.

"All so his sister could win a damn match." King says in disgust.

"As is that isn't bad enough, they're now both beating her down." J.R says, watching as Katie Lea and Burchill continue to kick Becky. Soon, the arena was filled with cheers.

"Listen to this crowd cheer them on, in all my years of business, I have never..." J.R continued, before getting interrupted by King.

"It's Randy Orton. He just took out Burchill and Katie." King yells. The arena is exploding in cheers for Randy, especially as he picks Becky up, and carries her to the back.

"It seems Mr. Orton is smitten." J.R says.

"Come on J.R. It's Orton, he has to have a hidden agenda." King argues.

"I guess we'll find out next week."

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"Do you think we pulled it off?" Becky asks, as soon as Randy and herself were through the curtains.

"Are you kidding? I haven't been cheered like that since I left Evolution." Randy says, gently setting her down.

"The fans just eat up that whole guy saves damsel in distress thing."

"But who could complain when the guy saving them looks likes a Greek God?" Randy asks, casually throwing an arm around Becky's shoulders.

"No one, which is why I was disappointed I got stuck with you." Becky says, playfully sticking her tongue out at her best friend.

"I that your way of telling me I am not good looking?"

"And people say your not smart."

"Like who?" Randy asks, offended.

"Everyone." Becky says, smiling at him letting him know she was joking.

"Not funny. You never call a guy ugly then insult his intelligence." Randy says, gently shoving her aside.

"Mr. McMahon wants to see you two right away." A stage hand says, interrupting their conversation.

"He better not tell us we are fired again." Becky says, as her and Randy change their direction to go to Vince's office.

"What do you think it is this time? It better not take long, I'm going out tonight."

"Yeah, we don't want to keep poor Randy away from his date." Becky says, rolling her eyes. That sounded like jealousy, but he left it slide. After reaching Vince's office, and knocking, they heard him tell them to come in.

"What the hell was that out there?" Vince asks. He didn't sound to happy.

"What are you talking about Vince?" Randy asks in return.

"That ending segment. You weren't supposed to give it away that your together soon." Vince yells at them.

"We didn't." Was all Randy said, while Becky stayed quiet.

"It has been twenty minutes, the website has been flooded with mail, not to mention I saw the damn performance. It would have been good, in three weeks." Vince rants.

"We're sorry...what exactly did we do wrong?" Randy asks, doing all the talking. He followed the script completely.

"You weren't supposed to act like you loved her for a few more weeks. And you, you weren't supposed to act like that either. You just welcomed him, no questioning glances." Vince says, pointing to Becky.

"Sorry Vince. It happened so fast, I wasn't thinking." Becky covers...for Randy's mistake. This was all his fault.

"It's fine. The storyline is just going to have to move faster than planned." Vince tells them. He couldn't really be angry. The fans loved it.

"Once again Vince, we are so sorry." Becky apologizes, and Randy pushes her out the door. It was a little awkward when they left Vince's office. The man basically just said Randy was in love with Becky.

"So..." Was the only thing Randy could think of saying.

"So you just got our asses in trouble." Becky says, sounding angry as hell.

"Me? I didn't do anything. I followed the damn script." Randy yells back.

"Well obviously you did something wrong or we wouldn't have just got asses chewed out by the boss Randy. Dammit, this isn't a joke."

"Hey, I did my job out there, and if that isn't good enough for you, then I'm sorry." Randy says, becoming angry as well.

"Why can't you ever take anything seriously?"

"I'm not the only one who did something wrong. Apparently you did too." Randy reminds her, trying not to hell. Some of the stagehands were beginning to stare.

"You didn't give me enough time to react. You grabbed me and took off. This isn't my fault, it's yours."

"Stop blaming me. You were wrong too."

"When are you going to realize that I can't get my daddy to get me a job. I had to work to get here Randy, and I don't plan on ruining it." Becky yells at him. That first statement seemed to do it, he was mad.

"I worked just as hard, if not harder to get here, and prove myself. Unlike some people, I don't just go out to show off my body. I can at least wrestle." He yells at her.

"Fuck you asshole. I'm leaving." Becky says, brushing past him.

"You don't have a ride back." Randy yells out to her.

"Then I'll walk." Was the last thing he heard as she disappeared out of sight.

"Nice one Orton." He says, mentally kicking himself. They've never fought before. They rarely argued. Hell, he could only remember one argument they had. Taco Bell or Burger King? Her pout won him over, so they ate at Taco Bell that day.

His chances with her now, slim to none. The girl could hold a grudge like no other. All he had to do was avoid Ken, who would kill him if he found out what happened.

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"Telling me I can't wrestle. I could out wrestle him any day. I'll show him." Becky mumbled, storming down the empty corridor. Every damn person left the arena. Of course, Ken wasn't here, and there was no way she was going back to ride with Randy. He could rot in hell for all she cared.

"Dammit." She cursed, tripping over some cables and dropping her things, watching them scatter everywhere. Could her night get any worse? She doubted it. Gathering her things, she continued her walk.

"Uh...Becky..." A voice calls out behind her. Sighing, she stopped to turn around and see what they wanted.

"What?" She asks, clearly agitated. It didn't help matters it was Cody.

"I think you dropped your Ipod." He says, handing it to her.

"Thanks. I didn't see it." She says, grateful he found it.

"So where's Randy at?" Cody asks, watching her cringe at his name.

"Don't know. Don't care. Hopefully in the middle of something painful." Becky says, smiling at the thought.

"You two fighting?" He asks dumbly.

"Yes Nimrod, we are. Now, how the hell far is the hotel we are staying at?"

"Oh, uh..about four miles." He tells her, much to her dismay.

"Great. Just great." That's like a two hour walk, maybe an hour and a half. What city's cabs stop running after midnight? What the hell was the point of having them. This always happened to her. She made a mental note to start getting her own rentals. Or a new traveling partner.

"Well, I'm going. See you later." Cody says, oblivious to Becky's situation. Quickly thinking, she could stop being stubborn and ask him for a ride, or she could walk four miles, after an exhausting match.

"Hey Cody." She calls out, sweetly using his name instead Nimrod.

"Yeah?" He asks, turning around and walking backwards

"Um...well...can I...see I don't...I was wondering.." Yeah, she really wasn't good at this. Plus, she has been nothing but a bitch to Cody since she has known him, so she wouldn't blame him for just saying no. But she had to ask first.

"You want a ride Becky?" Cody asks, hiding his smile. It was cute watching her stumble over her words, and the way she got frustrated with herself.

"I was getting there Nimrod. But yes, can I have a ride?"

"Sure. What took you so long to ask?"

"What do you mean?"

"You weren't really going to walk four miles to the hotel were you?" He asks, reaching to take her bag from her.

"Possibly. I didn't want to ask, I didn't think you would say yes." She admits.

"Hey, your the bitch to me, not the other way around." Cody reminds her.

"Yeah, and it seems your the one always saving my ass." Becky says, as they walk out into the parking lot making idle conversation. He even managed to get her to laugh a few times. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

Randy Orton was not at all happy at what he was seeing.