Ashley was sitting in her apartment in New York with her dog checking her e-mail. Randy had sent her so much e-mail it was insane. She regretted not inviting him to New York to stay with her. But he goes back to work on Wed. So she really couldn't do anything about it. She decided that she would go out. So she sent her last e-mail to Randy saying that she was heading out and shut down her laptop. She put on a black mini skirt with fish net tights. Her chunky black shoes made her look taller then she was. She put on a small black t-shirt that said 'devil' across her chest. She put on her bracelets and chains on her skirt and headed out. She walked down 45th Avenue and turned on Broadway. All the while she kept thinking about Randy and what he was doing. She ended up in front of a small Chinese restraint. Good thing she was in the mood for Chinese. She went in and took a seat at one of the short booths. She ordered orange chicken with fried rice. She sat there in silence listening to everyone talk about their life. A familiar voice came from the booth behind her.

"Are you alone?"

Guess the man didn't need an answer because he just got up and sat in her seat.

"Why are you here?"

"I figured you would be here."

"And you figured why?"

"You always go here the day after you get a boyfriend. Remember when I worked here years ago? That's the only reason you came in. Some times it was 2-4 months, other times it was 2-4 days."

Ashley smiled coyly and looked down. Too bad he was right.

"So who's the new man on your arm these days?"

"If you saw RAW last night you would know."

"Oh so it's that Orton guy. Yeah he's pretty good looking. What did he do to get you?"

"He was him. Not like someone else that I knew."

The mysterious man looked away. What happened between them was really bad.

"You know I didn't mean what I did."

"Then why did you do it?"
Ashley got up and left as soon as her food came. The waitress looked at the stressed diva.

"Miss, what should I do with the food?"

Ashley looked at the food, then the man who broke her heart.

"Give it to him. Now he can't say that I never gave him anything."

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Randy sat on the couch with his dad watching old wrestling movies. His dad kept talking about the old days. Randy just nodded and pretended like he was listening. He was thinking about Ashley. But sometimes his mind would drift to Torrie and all the fun they had. A memory would run by, but he would shake his head and it would go away. He looked out the window to his mom cleaning her car. His dad was supposed to clean it, but he never did.

"Man that was a good match! I remember it clearly. It was…."

Then a memory hit Randy like a train hitting a car stranded on railroad tracks.

Torrie was sitting on Randy's couch watching old OVW matches. This one was him and John Cena in a match. Randy came out with chocolate cake and whipped cream. Torrie looked at the cake and licked her lips.

"Are we implying something?"

"Not at all. Just that we have the week off and we should eat some cake."

Randy took the forks out of his pocket and gave one to Torrie. She took her fork and got a piece of cake. The chocolate frosting was left on her lips.

"Wait Torrie stop."

"What is there anything wrong?"

"Hold still. There's something on your lips."
Torrie started freaking out and fanning her lips. Randy put his hands on her arms to help her to stop freaking out. Sometimes she could be so dumb. But that's what he loved about her. She took some cake and put it in his hand. He leaned in and pretended to go in for a kiss. Instead he took the cake and put it in her face. Torrie closed her eyes and brushed off the cake.

"Oh so that's how you want to play?"

Torrie put her hand in the cake and got a big chunk of it in her hand. Randy was too busy laughing to notice the cake. Then a brown mess hit his face. Torrie giggled and grabbed more cake to defend herself. Suddenly they ended up having a cake fight. It went into the kitchen. Randy laid chocolate syrup on the counter and put her up there. Torrie screamed and tried to get up. Randy laughed and got on top of her. Then he kissed her. They were chocolaty. Then their clothes fell off…

"Randy are you listening?!"

Randy shook his head and looked at his dad. He looked at the couch. His parents had to get a new one since the old one got chocolate stains on the leather. He smiled and then looked at the TV.

"Of course I was dad!"

"Then what did I say?"

Randy thought back to the last thing he said. His head was still thinking about the chocolate incident.

"Something about your match with Hulk."

"Fine, you're off the hook this time."

Randy's dad got off the couch, leaving Randy confused and deep in thought. Did he still have feelings for Torrie? He shook his head. He couldn't! He was with Ashley and happy. Randy laid on the couch and looked at the ceiling. He pulled the old afghan blanket over him. It still smelled of chocolate. His mom could never get rid of the damn blanket. He started to throw the blanket off, but kept it on. He fell to sleep, with dreams of chocolate and Torrie in his head.

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Torrie got off the plane in Boston. Sure John didn't want to meet her parents, but she wanted to meet his. She signed a few autographs and answered questions. Yes her and John were together, yes she felt fine after the fall, and yes she was seeking revenge on Ashley. She finally got her luggage and made it to the rent-a-car place. A nice guy handed her keys and presented her the car she would be in. She got an Escalade. It wasn't bad, since all they had in Idaho was POS (pieces of shit) and out of date cars. She took the keys and put her luggage in the car.

"Do you happen to know where the Cena household is?"

"Of course I do! I've been there many of times. I'm one of John's brother's closest friends."

The man gave her directions to the Cena house. Torrie thanked him and got in her car. She was on her way to John's house. She suddenly got nervous and wanted to go back and fly to Idaho. But she stayed strong and kept driving. After about 45 minutes, she pulled into John's driveway. She got out, but left her luggage in the car just in case. She knocked on the door and stepped back. John opened up the door and looked shocked.

"Surprise! I know you think it's too early but I really wanted to see you."

"Well…actually, thanks for coming. I'm alone in the house and I was gonna ask you. But I got nervous."

Torrie laughed and hugged John. She went out and got her luggage. She brought it in and looked at the house. It was huge.

"Wow."

"Yeah I know. Having my mom raise so many kids she had to get a bigger house."

"Is there a room I can stay in?"

"Yeah, mine."

John grabbed her stuff and ran up the stairs. Torrie reached for Chloe, but remembered she sent her back home to Idaho. She walked up the stairs to John's room. His room was filled with anything sports and wrestling related. John closed the door and turned off the lights. Then he covered Torrie's eyes, as if she couldn't see before.

"John what are you doing?"

John snapped his fingers and some lights came on. Slowly he lifted his hands up. On John's bed was rose petals and champagne. Torrie gasped and picked up one of the petals. John laid on the bed and looked up at Torrie.

"So do you like?"

"I love! Oh John what would you have done if I didn't show up?"

"Then I would go out and find a stripper."

"John!"

"I'm just kidding babe! I would never do that to you!"

Tears formed in Torrie's eyes. Not from happiness, from memories when Randy did this. He did this on her birthday, Christmas, Valentines Day, and whenever he felt like it. Each time was different petals, different drinks, and different presents. She wiped the tears and laid down next to John. She swore she could feel Randy's arms go around her waist and kiss her head. She shook her head and found that it was only John. Only John. Why did that sound so bad? Did she wish that Randy was there with her? No! No she didn't! She turned around and kissed John's lips. His arms tightened around her waist. Her shirt slipped over her head. John's pants dropped down to his feet. Torrie had a slight thought run through her mind, but shook it off. She was in this time. Not back with Randy. But why did she want to be with him?