Mizz Moneypenny The final showdown between Randy and Roxy, but what will be the aftermath? But read to find out more. This story came from my imagination. The only character I own, well, lets just say you'll find out about her very shortly. This story was set before Randy Orton left Evolution, approximately April time, and the plot will suit this.
Please RR, you can help me to improve this story. Walking through the dark streets of New York, she felt like the whole worlds eyes were upon her. The reason she was here was simple, well so it had seemed before she left England, the place she called her home. She needed to know the truth, and at 18 years of age, she felt that this was the best possible time to do just that. She knew that this could be a make or break situation for her, and she would welcome the latter with open arms, like she had done for most of her life.
Finally she had reached her destination and, although still uncertain of her decision to come here, she did so anyway, she had to. There was no going back. She opened the door of the large arena carefully, hoping not to make too much noise. She'd always been bad at entering a place and usually managed to mess it up some how.
She always managed to get her coat stuck in the door or be talking about something completely inappropriate while doing so. She thought this occasion would be the same, or would it? After entering, she stood in awe for a few moments, gasping at the bright lights and attractions of the most famous Arena of them all; Madison Square Gardens.
She smiled to herself, knowing that for once in her life she had made the right decision. At that moment, two men came walking over near her, which made her feel uncomfortable. She'd always been bad around the opposite sex, and this occasion was bound to be no different. Thankfully for her, the two men were so engrossed in their conversation that they'd barely noticed her. Just then, the slightly shorter of the two looked up.
Both of the men were wearing expensive looking suits and seemed extremely cocky. Each were tall, dark, and in their own minds at least, handsome. Sure, she wasn't as tall as them, but she hated it when people said that to her. What annoyed her even more was that they called her that when she was actually 5 foot 7 and a half inches, not over tall but not teeny! You will have to tell the security guard who you are and he may let you through. I'm Randy Orton, and this is Dave Batista.
As she started walking away, Randy shouted to her"By the way, I didn't catch your name, what is it" "My name is Roxanna Richards. It's not gonna be as easy as pie" "Yeah, I know" "Shawn Michaels, Chris Benoit, Mick Foley and Shelton Benjamin are not easy opponents, we need to have our head in the game, not on some girl" "Hey, she's not 'some girl'.
She's Roxanna Richards" Randy said delusional. Randy had always had his eye on women, looking for some hot chick just to laid. But Batista knew that Roxanna would never fall for that load of rubbish. She looked more sophisticated than some of the girls Randy liked. She didn't even look like Randy's type either; in fact, she was kind of Gothic in many ways especially where it came to the eye make-up.
Her eye liner was smeared on in vast quantities. Nope, she definately wasn't Randy's type, she wasn't showing off much flesh at all. Your review has been posted.