** A special thanks to Ctinaisfashion for getting me to continue on this story. I abandoned it in 2009, so here goes! PS: Remember, this is from 2009, yes some of the characters don't even wrestle anymore, but bear with me please. PS: I know NOTHING about American Idol, I haven't watched it since Ruben was on. LOL! If the facts aren't perfect about the audition process, I'm sorry! **

Randy was texting Juliana throughout the day on Monday to see how everything was going. He was busy reading her response when he felt someone come up behind him and slide her hands around his waist, "Hey sexy."

He turned and smiled, "What's up Jillian?"

"Oh, nothing much. Wanna grab something to eat?"

Randy shrugged his shoulders, "Sure, why not?"

She took his hand and started to put it on her hip. When he realized what she was doing, he pulled his arm back, "What are you doing?"

"I have something you can eat." She said in a purring voice.

"Jillian, I have a girlfriend now." Randy replied. "We can't fool around anymore."

Jillian's face turned angry, "How the hell can you go off and start dating some girl when you and I had a good thing going?"

"All we had was sex Jillian. Nothing more. I'm sorry. Jules means a lot to me." He replied sternly. "And I'm not going to screw it up again."

"What are you trying to say Randy?" She sneered.

He looked her square in the eye, "You and I were just a fling. Nothing more. I love her. The end." And Randy turned and walked off.

Jillian stormed off in anger. How dare he insult her like that. He wanted to make things difficult….fine. Let the games begin.

Randy shook his head and went into the green room. He plopped down on the couch in there and continued texting with Juliana. When her section was called to go in for the audition he finally got up and decided to hit the gym.

When he walked in, he spotted Dave and Trish working out. He nodded his head towards them and walked over. "What's up?"

"Nothing, how's your girlfriend's audition going?" Trish asked.

"I don't know yet. Her section got called in, and I haven't heard yet." Randy replied.

"Boy wouldn't that be something. Your girlfriend could be the next American Idol!" Dave replied in his best Ryan Seacrest tone.

They all laughed and began to workout . Randy's cell phone began to vibrate. He pulled it out and in big letters he saw "I GOT A GOLDEN TICKET! My second audition is tomorrow. Then if I pass that, I'll go before the judges in Hollywood."

He quickly told everyone and text her back, "Babe, that's great! So tomorrow you'll know if you're headed to Hollywood or not?"

"Yup. Today I sang "Purple Rain" and I haven't completely figured out what I'm going to do tomorrow. YIKES!"

Randy laughed and was texting back and forth with Juliana.

Trish looked over at Dave. "Have you EVER seen Randy be like this with a girl?"

Dave shook his head, "Fuck no. Are you kidding?"

Trish laughed, "Maybe this girl will be a good thing for Randy."

MEANWHILE

Jillian was sitting in Ashley's dressing room. "Girl, you're the only one who is willing to help me out on this. Everybody else is like "Oh Jillian, let him be. I don't give a shit if I care about him or not. The fact is that we were fooling around, and then he goes off and starts dating somebody."

Ashley looked at her, "You don't love him?"

"Fuck no. This isn't about love. This is about a better life. All I have to do is show him that I would make a better trophy wife then that stupid bitch."

Ashley shrugged her shoulders and went back to doing her hair. "So what is your plan?"

"Well…I'm thinking I'm going to let him be tonight. Then tomorrow when we get to Smackdown, I know a guy who can score me something good that I can slip in his drink. When he wakes up next to me, he'll have no choice but to tell her what happened, then I get him and she can hit the road."

Ashley nodded, "It sounds like you've got it all worked out."

"I sure do. I'm going to teach that asshole a lesson. Then when it doesn't work out with her, I'll be there waiting with my arms wide open."

As Jillian walked out, Ashley made a face. She didn't overly care about what happened between Randy and Jillian. They weren't committed, it's not like he cheated on her. But, slipping drugs into his drink? That could get him suspended if they randomly drug tested him. So she decided to do a little snooping around.

She went over to Lillian. "Hey Lil, do you know if there's any drug testing going on in the next two weeks?"

Lillian shook her head, "Not that I know of, but they've been really sneaky about that now. Why?"

Ashley shook her head and whispered, "Because Jillian is plotting revenge on Randy tomorrow night, but I don't want to see him get in trouble because she's jealous. But you didn't hear it from me."

Lillian shook her head and smiled, "Hear what?"

"Thanks Lil. Later!" And Ashley bounced off.

Lillian was thankful that Ashley was a bit of a big mouth, but she had a big heart. Jillian on the other hand….she was about to get herself into some big trouble. Lillian headed over to the table that Stephanie was sitting at feeding the baby.

"Hey Steph, Rumor mill."

Steph looked at Lillian intrigued. "You have my attention."

Lillian leaned close, "Jillian is upset that Randy has a girlfriend and is seeking revenge involving drugs and Randy tomorrow night."

Steph looked at Lillian, "How do you know that?"

"I have a source who is concerned Randy will fail a drug test and she doesn't want to see him get in trouble."

"Gotcha. Thanks Lillian." Stephanie replied. She was not about to let some diva drama screw up one of their biggest superstars "good" streak. She text her dad, "We need to talk."

AFTER RAW

Randy heard Stephanie call for him down the hall. He stopped and turned, "What's up?"

"Can I talk to you?" She replied in a no-nonsense tone.

"Yup." Randy replied as he rolled his eyes inside his head. There was a botched spot in his match and he was pretty pissed off about it and he knew he shouldn't have snapped like he did on Kofi backstage, but Randy had to be careful with his shoulders and he could feel the pain instantly.

He walked into Stephanie's make-shift office. "Look Steph, I'm sorry I went off on Kofi. I'll apologize to him when he gets out of the showers."

"Sit down Randy. This isn't about Kofi."

Randy sat down and looked at Steph, "Ok, what did I do."

"You fell for a different girl and you pissed someone off." Stephanie replied.

"Excuse me? What does my personal life have to do with anything?" Randy replied a bit upset.

"Settle down. I don't give a shit who you date. But, apparently a certain diva does. And she's plotting revenge on you. I want you to be aware of the situation because we're handling it, but I don't want you to inadvertently set yourself up for failure. Don't go out after the show tonight, don't go out after the show tomorrow." Stephanie said sternly. "Whatever she is trying to set up involves drugs and a concerned party didn't want you to fail a drug test because this diva has flipped her lid."

"Fuckin' Jillian." He grumbled. "Steph, thank you. I wasn't going to make anything of it. But I appreciate you doing something about it." And he got up and left the office angrily.