Randy attempted to make an escape. For whatever reason, he was definately unhappy with his current situation. It could be pre-daddy jitters, it could be hormones, maybe he finally grew tired of hitting a stick with mosqito bites for boobs on a daily and nightly basis. Really, who knew. But whomever he happened to run into was the one that gut tbe brute end of his issues and that...well, that's just not cool. Especially because, the female he happened to have run into on his way out, was the newly acquainted female talent, Arielle Andrews. And, Arielle was no stranger to a love triangle. She's had her fair share, that's for sure. And sure, maybe he wasn't too rude with his words. After all, he was just being honest, but really...who the hell was he to assume that whoever this chick was, was after him for a little bump'n'grind. If there was an open position for egotistical ass, Randy would be right up there at the tip top of the list to be president of that club. But, we won't get into that right now.

The female, Arielle, starred up at him blankly. He wanted to get away, do whatever it was he needed to do to get his head cleared out from whatever problems he was having. And, through no fault of either of them, they happened to run into each other. And, being the ass of a man that he was, the first thing that popped out of his mouth was "I'm not in the mood to hook up"...umm excuse me, but do I have a sign on my back that says I'm a Whore and Will Work For Free?! Uhh, I think not. And even if he wasn't rude, as far as his tone of voice was concerned, the comment he managed to muster up to this bodacious blonde was definately not befitting of her. So naturally, she stopped him from walking away. No one was going to just run into her like that, speak to her like that and make a break for it. Not as long as she was living, breathing and with the abilities to kick some serious ass. Oh helllllll nooooo. So she held onto his arm. Not in a rough manner, but it was enough to stop him and catch his attention. His eyes fell onto her, her full figure was enough to make any man stop and look, at least any sane man that wasn't bull rushing his way out of the arena because he's got some sort of baby mama drama. Or so we assume, anyway. She was stacked, from head to toe. Her golden blonde hair shined as the lights from the hallway fell on it, it looked healthy and was scented. She had a little bit of curl...some bounce to her hair tonight, as it drapped down, over her shoulders. And her honey complection just glistened, as it always did...especially with the right lighting around her. And the outfit she managed to...just barely squeeze into, well, it was jaw-dropping to say the least. It hugged her body in all the right places, showed off every curve she had, and finally managing to take a good gander at the blonde standing in front of him, Randy took a step back. He didn't want to make it too obvious that he was checking her out but hey, she was used to it by now. Not like he'd be the first, or even the last, guy to do it. She had on a micro-mini, black and white dress. It was cheap in the neckline, oh yes, it dipped down insanely low. It wasn't J.Lo revealing, after all...she was on cable television and not Playboy, so she'd have to keep it a strict MA-14 rating. It had two medium-sized, heart shaped diamonds that worked as "buckles" for the shoulder straps of the dress. Her chest area was, in your face. That's probably the best way to put it, but if we were being analytical, she was huge in that specific area. And the fact that her dress fit her snugly, especially there, her boobs squeezed together and pushed up some, seaping over the dress just a smidge, but they weren't in any sort of danger of popping out or anything. Sorry FCC, no wardrobe malfunction here. And, as his eyes gazed down her Goddess-like body, the dress was short. In fact, it stopped just under her ass, and showed off those phenomenal, long, and perfectly tanned and toned legs of hers. Next to her boobs and golden blonde locks, those legs were like a trademark to her. Sure Stacy Keibler made them famous in WWE, but Arielle Andrews was doing them some justice. The shoes she was sporting tonight, were a pair of black, stiletto heels, that had a little opening at the tip of the toes, where you could see her French tipped, perfectly pedicured toes. This girl was definately a stunning one, and Randy Orton was lucky enough to be the first bastard to encounter her. Whether it be a good or bad encounter remained to be seen, but none the less, he was the first to met her since signing her contract. She tapped the tip of her right foot against the floor, starring up at him, clearing her throat. She managed to gain his attention again...not her body, but her. He looked at her, those hypnotic, Ocean Blue eyes of hers really set the tone for how beautiful this girl really was. She crossed her arms in front of her insanely amped chest, starring back at him, still blankly.

Arielle Andrews. "Excuse you, but who the hell are you to...."

Randy Orton. "Oh, excuse me for the rudeness. I'm Ran..."

She let out a sigh. Did she really look that stupid? Men, I swear.

Arielle Andrews. "I know who you are, Randy Orton. What I was going to say, was who the hell are you to assume that I was on my way to 'pick you up' and head to the nearest hole in the wall hotel for a little nookie. That may be how you got Stacy Keibler, but that cheap shit won't work on me. And please, try to remember, you ran into me. Not vice versa, mkay dear?"

He gulped. Not out of fear or anything, just shock. He'd met many women in his life, not many of them willing to talk to him the way she was. It was like, she knew exactly who Randy Orton was, and didn't really give a damn about him, his status, his legend killing or his accomplishments. Was she disgusted by him, or just not impressed. Then again, it could possibly be the fact that, since getting with Stacy Keibler, his career's been in the shitter. Oh yes, this blonde was a raging bitch, at least when she wanted to be and, for some reason, that's just the person he met tonight. The side of Arielle he happened to be introduced to first, the raging bitch.

Arielle Andrews. "Are you just going to stand there and stare at me, or are you going to actually ask me what I wanted?"

Randy Orton. "Umm, okay. What did you want?!"

He hesitated before asking that. He wasn't exactly sure why she just didn't blurt out and tell him in the first place. Not like she managed to hide her feelings a few seconds ago, when she all but told him he was a jackass for assuming that she was going to find him just for a free fuck. Like she is Paris Hilton and the words Free Whore are tattooed on her forehead.

Arielle Andrews. "I was actually stopping to ask a quick question. Neither having to do with screwing you or 'hooking' up in any form or fashion. In case you've failed to notice, I'm new to this little company here and needed a little help finding a certain area. But someone took a double doose shot of ego this morning, and seems to think that everyone is after him for sex. Hunny, please. After you've been with a tramp like Stacy Keibler, no one would want to touch your tainted ass."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. She, by this time, had let go of the grasp she'd had on his arm. And the two were a few feet apart from each other, still in a close proximity of each other, but not as close as they were at the beginning of this conversation.

Randy Orton. "Ma'am, I highly doubt you would say that if Stacy were here and in your face. Or if she weren't pregnant. She'd kick your as...."

Arielle tried to hold back her laughter. But she couldn't. She let it out. She spoke her mind and now, she'd let her laughter get the best of her. By George that was the funniest line she'd heard all night. Stacy Keibler actually kicking someone's ass. Now that's a funny comment.

Arielle Andrews. "You really are an ass of a man, aren't you? Too bad, too. Such a gorgeous face, such enormous talents. Wasting away because you managed to knock up the most good for nothing female on this entire roster. I congratulate you, Randy. Whatever reputation you managed to gain in WWE has definately shed it's light here in WGEF. Next thing you know, you'll be jobbing out to the Zack Gowens of the world."

Moving in closer to him, she ran her hand very gently against his muscular chest. Her eyes gazed at it, then back at him. They were now face to face...almost. But they were definately in each other's space and that could either be a good thing or a bad thing. Dragging her perfectly manicured, white-tipped fingernail across his chest slowly until she reached the center, she licked her lips in a slow and provocative manner, as she gazed up at him.

Arielle Andrews. "You're little saddle-tramp bitch Stacy...she couldn't hold a candle to me, in any aspect of life, let alone in that ring. And you can tell her that. And, if she's got some sort of problem with it, I'm sure her pregnant ass can come find me...but I can promise you that...she'll wish she hadn't..."

She leaned in some, lightly brushing her lips against his. They didn't exactly kiss, but they were mere seconds away from it. One push, a trip or a stumble and they most definately would be. She leaned in to him a bit more, moving toward his ear, as if to whisper something into it...

Arielle Andrews. "When you manage to regain control over your balls...you know, the set that Stacy Keibler's holding hostage at the moment...maybe then we can talk."

She smirked proudly, pulling away. She tapped his chest lightly, before turning on her heels and walking down the hall in the opposite direction that Randy was attempting to head in before their encounter. She glanced over her shoulder, looking back at Randy and yup, just as she'd suspected...he was still watching her walk away. And she let out a low laugh to herself, that look on her face told the story. In some way or another, she knew she'd gotten to him and that was pleasing to her. It tickled her, in fact. She still had that smirk on her face. It was a mixture of evil and sexy and it was definately one that showed...this wasn't the last time these two would met.