It was another big sold out house show the night before a Monday Night RAW and to Memphis' surprise, her name had been on the card to referee a match between Gail Kim and Alicia Fox. It would be her first time officiating a match between two Divas and though it was far from the televised Main Event she coveted, the pretty young referee was more than willing to take what she could get. It beat watching from the sidelines any day. With a smile on her face, she made her way to the back of the arena to find a place to get dressed.

"Excuse me, do you work here?"

Memphis stopped and turned to see a young woman with brunette hair standing in front of her. She was pretty but visibly upset. Her voice shook as mascara smeared tears streamed down her face.

"Yeah, um, hi, I do. Are you okay?"

The young woman shook her head.

"Can you please help me?"

"What's going on?"

"I need to see Randy Orton. It's really important."

Memphis stopped. It took a minute but pretty soon it all came together. She had been down that road before. It actually happened all the time. Beautiful, over zealous fans somehow managed to sneak backstage at events in order for a few minutes of up close and personal time with their favorite Superstar. They often cried, bribed, and begged but Memphis had learned to simply turn them away politely.

"Look, sweetie, I'm really sorry but you can't be back here. It's against the rules. If security catches you back here, you could get into real trouble. Why don't you go back in line?"

"But ma'am, you don't understand…"

This girl was one of the persistent ones.

"Okay, look, if you tell me what your seat number is, I'll try and see if I can get you an autograph later."

Memphis cringed. She had no idea how she was going to pull that one off. Randy was a jerk and they weren't exactly on friendly terms. Getting him to do any favors was going to be one hell of a task.

"No. I'm not a fan. I mean, I was but it's totally different now. Things have changed. I didn't sneak backstage to get an autograph or picture. I came here because he stopped taking my calls and answering my e-mails. I didn't know what else to do because I have to talk to him. What am I going to do?"

She became more and more frantic and tearful with each passing word. When she stepped back and allowed her thin cardigan to open a little, Memphis could see why. The girl was petite but there was no hiding that bulge underneath her clothes that resembled a small bowling ball.

"Oh my God…"

"Please. You have to help me. I am scared. He got so mad last time we talked but I don't know what else to do. I'm not trying to trap him or get his money, I just want him to take responsibility for what we both did."

Memphis' mouth fell open.

"Oh. Oh…oh! You mean…"

"Yeah," the woman hugged herself. "My name is Hannah Wilson. I met Randy at a bar after a live show about six months ago. We partied…hooked up and um, now…now I'm pregnant."

"It's his?"

The girl nodded.

"I know this sounds bad but I think so. I mean, I had a boyfriend before him but we had broken up. We did end up spending the night together the week before I met Randy. Anyway, I made a big mistake and now I'm not sure. This…this whole thing has just been really hard for me. I'm just trying to somehow fix this, clean up the mess that I made but it has been so difficult. I'm not this girl, though. I'm not the slut that Randy treats me like."

"Oh sweetie, no. No one thinks you're a slut," Memphis tried to comfort her.

"Randy does."

"I'm sure he doesn't."

"Yes, he does. That's what he called me right before he hung up on me the last time we talked. Oh that and a gold digging cunt."

Memphis cringed. Unfortunately that sure sounded like the Randy Orton that she knew and despised.

"Well, he does have a way with words…"

"That's an understatement but I'm getting closer to my due date and we haven't talked in a few weeks or so and this is just really bothering me."

"Okay, okay," Memphis took the girl by the hand. "Look, I can't make any promises but just have a seat and I'll see what I can do. If anybody comes up to you and asks what you're doing back here, just tell them you're the personal guest of Memphis Kramer. I, I'm a referee here."

"Thank you," Hannah mouthed as Memphis left her in the Green Room.

She walked down the corridors looking for any sign of the Viper but found none. Finally she came to the personal dressing room of John Cena. Memphis stopped and knocked at the door, waiting anxiously as she heard heavy footsteps approaching from the other side. It opened and she saw the mammoth, handsome man who proudly wore the purple and yellow colors of the Cenation.

"Memphis," he frowned. "What, what are you doing here?"

"Um, hi. John, I'm so sorry to bother you but I was looking for Randy. It's kind of important…"

He looked behind him before opening the door wider and stepping aside. Sitting in a chair was the Legend Killer himself. Randy took one look at her and made a face.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked gruffly.

"I…I, uh, I need to speak with you…"

"So speak."

Memphis looked over at the curious expression on John's face.

"Alone."

Randy smirked.

"Alone, huh? Sorry but uh, I'm not accepting applications from the lonely and pathetic tonight. You might want to try again later. Who knows, if I get wasted, I might be feeling charitable enough to give you some sympathy ass. At the very least I'll let you suck me off."

"Randy," John looked at him in disbelief. "Come on, man."

"What? Just having a little fun."

Memphis' eyes narrowed as she folded her arms.

"I think that's precisely the problem, all the fun you've been having. In fact, some of your fun is sitting in the Green Room right now waiting for you."

"What?"

"Does the name Hannah Wilson ring a bell?"

"Holy shit," John whispered.

Randy's jaw tightened.

"How do you know about Hannah?"

"I ran into her in the hallway and she was damn near hysterical. She wants to see you."

"Well, I don't want to see her."

Memphis gave him a look of disbelief.

"That is so messed up. She could be carrying your child. The least you could do is talk to her about it. She is scared out of her mind."

"She can talk to my lawyer."

"What am I supposed to say to her?"

"I don't give a shit what you say," Randy explained. "I'm not the one who told you to get involved in something that is none of your business. You're the one who wanted to play Little Miss Fix It and try to save the day."

He turned his back and Memphis felt herself fuming. Even John looked disgusted.

"Can you believe this guy?" she looked at John. "He sleeps around and now he just gets to walk away from his responsibilities."

"Shut up!" Randy charged towards her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," John held him back. "Calm down, dude."

"This stupid bitch is the one who came in here getting in my face like she knows what the hell is going on!"

"I don't care, just calm down. That's a woman and you're not gonna get in her face like that. Get a hold of yourself."

After a few seconds, Randy finally calmed down a little.

"Where is she?" he demanded. "Is Hannah still here?"

"In the Green Room," Memphis answered.

He angrily brushed past her, storming down the hall. John gave a confused shrug as Memphis just rolled her eyes. She had to be on top of her game for the match that night and that meant not involving herself in Randy's paternity drama. She headed off for a dressing room while he headed to the Green Room where he found the one woman he had been successfully avoiding for months.

"Randy…" she looked up at him.

A million emotions raced through her. Anger, humiliation…relief. He was the man she had watched on TV for years. She had been a fan of his wrestling character and when they had happened to run into each other after the show, it had been a dream come true for her being that close to him. All she had ever wanted was a picture and an autograph but she hadn't gotten a lot more. Of all the other girls throwing themselves at him, he, Randy Orton had actually paid attention to her. He was even hotter in person if that was possible and after a few drinks, he had invited her back to his bus. She knew it was wrong but it was so exciting. They ended up having sex right there. Sure there wasn't a lot of kissing or foreplay directed towards her but it was Randy Orton, after all.

"You shouldn't have come here," he glanced at her with utter disdain.

"You won't talk to me. What else was I supposed to do?"

"Look, I've already told you. Pop the kid out, call my attorney, do the DNA test, if it says I'm the father, which I hope to God it doesn't, we'll deal with it then. I don't know what else you want me to say or do. I don't know what else you want from me."

More tears fell from her eyes.

"I don't know…a little compassion, maybe."

"Go get compassion from your boyfriend."

She closed her eyes.

"We're not together anymore. I already told you that."

"Not my fault," he shrugged.

"I know, it's just that this is so hard and I feel so alone and…"

Randy dug into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He placed it in Hannah's lap.

"Here."

"What's this?" she asked, confused.

"It's a phone, now call someone who cares. Look, I've told you what the deal is. We'll know who the father is when the kid is born. If it's mine, talk to my lawyer. If it's not, I never want to hear from your ass again. In the meantime, don't ever show up at my job again. You got that?"

He gave her that infamous, intimidating Orton glare before taking his phone back and walking away. She'd had some nerve just showing up like that and then there was that other dumb bitch who'd had the nerve to get involved in his affairs. Heading back to the locker room, he almost ran right into John.

"Everything alright?"

"You following me now, Cena?"

"Somebody's got to. You were pretty heated when you left and we both know your ass is in enough hot water around here as it is. Just making sure you didn't do anything stupid."

"Thanks for taking care of me, Mom," Randy muttered sarcastically.

"Where is Hannah?"

"Hopefully on her way back to wherever she came from."

"And Memphis?"

Randy grunted.

"Who knows and who cares? She's lucky she's not a guy. I wanted to punch her right in her face. I mean, who the hell does she think she is trying to tell me what to do?"

"She meant well, besides she ran into Hannah. Better her than Vince or someone from Corporate. You know they've been riding your ass about Hannah ever since they found out about the situation."

"It's bullshit."

"Maybe so but take it as a lesson learned. You might want to be careful of bringing back a different ring rat and groupie to your bus every night. Next time it might not be just a baby you have to worry about. Next time you might catch something that could make your dick fall off."

Randy smirked.

"You're one to talk. Cena loves the ladies, too. Weren't you just bragging about some random threesome you had last week?"

"We're not talking about me, we're talking about you. Besides, the only way anyone ever finds out about my dirt is if I tell them. Watch yourself, man. I'm just saying…"

Ignoring warnings and wisdom like he always did, Randy just walked off. As he turned the corner, he saw Memphis heading to the Gorilla. Her hair had been pulled back and she was wearing fitted black slacks and her striped referee shirt. Their eyes met and he shot her a scowl. Memphis just kept walking. The guy was even more of a douche bag than she had previously thought but she had bigger fish to fry. Randy Orton and his drama was the last thing she needed or wanted to think about. She had a point to prove and a career to salvage. Everything else would just have to wait.