The weather was brutally warm and dry in Arizona and that was a welcome change for Memphis. Cold weather was never her thing anyway and moving from Florida was a climate change culture shock. Donning shorts, a tank and flip flops, she had used her free time during the early part of the day to accompany Vickie Guerrero to one of the local malls. It was a little girl bonding time where they could relax, gossip, and get their manis and pedis in. Vickie was another person Memphis had grown close with. Thank goodness she was unlike her annoying on-air persona. In real life, she was a sweet woman and one of the most revered and well-liked talent in the locker room. Memphis, whose relationship with her own mother was practically non-existent, particularly enjoyed the maternal wisdom and caring that Vickie exuded.

Randy had been tied up with media all day. Memphis left him alone usually to tackle that. All their media appearances were always separate anyway. He was scheduled first to do 98 KUPD's Real Rock Radio show and after that some local TV. Memphis knew she would probably catch up with him around two or three in the afternoon. So she enjoyed her time with Vickie and when they made it back to the arena, most of the roster was already there. The crew was already going about the rigorous schedule of setting up the ring and the lights. Everyone else was hanging around talking, shooting the shit. One of the radios had been tuned in to where Randy was doing his interview. Memphis couldn't help but smile when she heard his voice.

The interviewers were light hearted and joking and seemingly excited that Randy was there. Apparently that station always interviewed a big Superstar whenever the WWE was in town. The first thing they inquired about was why he was oily all the time. Wet hair and oiled bodies was pretty much a staple in professional wrestling. The goal was to have a shine, so to speak. But everyone knew Randy Orton took that to a whole other level. There had been times, literally, when Memphis could play "follow the grease spots" to find out her boyfriend's location. The secret ingredient? Good old Johnson's and Johnson's. The radio jocks ribbed him endlessly, to which Randy good naturedly replied, "My girl will look me right in the eye and say, 'Babe, that is way too much oil'. She makes fun of me all the time."

"So she doesn't think it's sexy?"

"Nah, she thinks it pretty gross. I'll mess with her. After a match, I'm all sweaty and it mixes with the oil and gets super shiny so I'll chase her around and be all greasy and rub up on her. She hates it," he laughed.

"Now, now. This is a PG show, Randy," they kidded him.

Memphis felt her heart flutter. Public acknowledgment, especially from Randy, was a huge deal. It felt weird but it was still nice. They went on and on and Memphis burst out laughing as the guys teased Randy about one of his prolonged "Orton poses". Ha! If they only knew. And then the million dollar question…they asked if ever did the Orton pose with his girlfriend. "You do have a girlfriend, you said, right?" Randy cleared his throat. "Yeah. Yeah, I do. And um…to answer your question, no I have never done that to her but uh, when she puts it down on me really good, she'll do it. But I can't say much more than that, cause if she hears me, she'll f'n kill me."

Memphis blushed. She could let that one go but was glad he was smart enough to quit while he was ahead. But in mentioning that little tidbit, he had opened up a portal.

"So, you said you have a girlfriend, and uh, we pretty much know who she is. It's not exactly a secret anymore. You did confirm it on your Twitter account a while back. It's Memphis…"

"Yeah. Memphis Kramer," Randy spoke.

"And Memphis is not a normal person, meaning she is employed by the WWE as well. She's pretty famous in her own right. For those listeners of ours living under a rock and don't know who Memphis is, she is that smoking hot female referee."

"Smoking hot," the other man emphasized.

"Dude, you're hittin' that?" the original guy asked.

"What can I say?" Randy played coy.

"Now, it is an interesting story, I suppose because the word is, there is a little backstage drama, controversy, if you will, regarding you two and how you got together. It was a known fact that she was dating fellow WWE Superstar, CM Punk and then all of a sudden, she wasn't. The next thing we know, she is on your bus, pictures surface on the Internet of you two making out. And now you're like boyfriend and girlfriend. So that's gotta be an awkward situation. Did you steal Memphis from Punk?"

Memphis felt her heart race. She looked around. More people had gathered. Now the interview had everyone's attention. You could hear a pin drop in that arena, waiting on Randy's response.

"Look, man, you can't steal someone a way from anyone. That's bull, kind of a cop out, don't you think? Yeah, Memphis was dating Punk and me and her…it's kind of a funny story because when I first met her, we didn't really get along. But things happened and I don't even feel like getting into it all. Anyway, she and Punk were dating and I was spending time with her and the friendship kind of developed and we hooked up and the rest is kind of history."

Memphis could not believe what she had just heard.

"Define hooking up."

"Sex, come on, man," Randy laughed out loud.

"So you had sex with Memphis while she was still with Punk?"

"Yeah," he answered nonchalantly.

"Why?" one of the guys asked.

"Why not?" Randy shot back.

"Wow! Unbelievable."

"Did she leave Punk right away?"

"Nope," Randy volunteered.

"No?!" they asked in unison.

"Memphis is a sweet girl, she felt sorry for the guy. She didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, you know? I told her to dump him and just get it over with but she didn't. You know how women can be."

"Did you feel bad?"

"Nope," Randy answered with a heartless chuckles. "Finder's keepers, right? Not my fault he doesn't know how to keep a girlfriend."

Everyone's mouths fell over in pure shock. Sure backstage personal business sometimes made its way to the dirt sheets but there was also a code of honor in that locker room. No one, still with the company would have sack enough to blatantly put their co-worker's drama on blast like that. It was just an implied no-no and here Randy was, without a second thought, embarrassing his girlfriend and Phil Brooks.

Memphis was absolutely frozen. What the hell was Randy thinking? There was no excuse, he more than knew better. She felt disgusted, humiliated. He had gone too far this time, way too far. It wasn't cute or funny…it was just hurtful. He had hurt her badly. And the only thing worse than how she was feeling was to look up. Phil had happened to join the crowd, probably to see what all the fuss was about. And he had heard everything. He looked in her eyes. His expression was cold and steely but she knew deep down, as he turned to walk away, that he had to be affected by what had just been said.

But the fun did not stop there. The conversation turned to Barbara "Kelly Kelly" Blank. Randy just kept on running his mouth talking about all the guys who had "method acted" or had sex with her. The interviewers were laughing and hooting and hollering and egging him on. And he was running with it, just eating it all up. Having no problem talking about everyone's personal relationships and business. He went on to talk about Jericho not having permission to do Dancing With The Stars. He bragged about taking the reigns as the current locker room leader.

He went on to talk about some of the bad choices he had made in life. The reasons behind his many WWE suspensions became an open book. He discussed his battle with opiate addiction. He talked about nearly overdosing accidentally one night and Sam, who had been lying beside him, had made a call to 911 that ultimately saved his life. He tackled the sensitive subject as casual as he was talking about his favorite food. And all this had been news to Memphis. She was aware of the bad boy behavior and the drinking and the marijuana use and countless suspensions. There was talk that there had been more heavier drug use but Randy had never once discussed that in detail with Memphis. But in a radio interview with thousands of listeners tuning in and millions more that would surely follow on YouTube, it was like a tell-all free for all.

Nothing was off limits. He bashed The Rock and his return. Praised his good friend John Cena. Talked about pissing off Vince McMahon and John Laurenitis. Chewed tobacco on air and chuckled when they called him out on it. Said great things about Sheamus and blasted the in-ring capability of Mark Henry, after a solid minute of originally putting him over. Giggled when they talked about racial stereo-typing. Proudly admitted to shitting on himself on his kitchen floor as a grown man, the result of a new protein mix. Talked about some in-ring stuff and a recent concussion he had suffered. He better be having one now, Memphis thought. That would be the only excuse for his behavior. And even then that was no excuse.

He talked about the kind of woman he was attracted to. Apparently he wasn't into rail thin chicks. He favored brunettes. Catherine Zeta-Jones and Sofia Vergara were among his celebrity crushes. He liked big boobs. He made sure to point out that his girlfriend's tits were awesome…and real. He said Memphis was the ideal woman because of her "great hair, beautiful teeth, gorgeous face, and hour glass figure." "She's a pretty cool chick, too," he remembered to add with a dumb frat boy laugh.

Finally, the disaster was over. Memphis could not believe she had just sat through 42 minutes of that nonsense. And Randy seemed as cocky and happy as ever. Not a hint of remorse or shame or regret in his voice as he ended things by promoting the upcoming show. Looking around, every eye was on her. Even Vince McMahon who had been backstage for the upcoming RAW. Swallowing hard, Memphis just walked away. What else could she do?

"You okay?" Melina whispered as Memphis walked by.

She did not answer her good friend. Instead she saw Barb standing alone away from everyone. She looked devastated. There were actual tears in her eyes. Sure she had a reputation and Barb did her thing without apology and did not care whether you agreed with it or not. She was a sweet girl and it was common knowledge she made her way around the locker room. Some of the guys were married or had girlfriends and some did not. To Barbie, it did not matter. They, meaning the WWE family, all knew that. The entire world did not need to know it. Randy had no right.

"Oh my God, Barbara. I, I don't know what to say…"

Barb tried to hold her head high.

"It's not your fault, Memphis. What's done is done. I can't believe he would do something like that but then again, I am not surprised either. Randy Orton has no class. He is ignorant. And I am not gonna even entertain his stupidity."

Memphis just nodded. She could only agree with the statement and overall perspective.

"I'm sorry," she reiterated before walking away.

How could it be? How could Randy be so sweet, so wonderful, how could they share so many awesomely perfect moments and then he turn around and put his foot in his mouth and in the course of it all, manage to ruin everything they had, months of his own personal progress in one hour?