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"Hey, Orton!"

The youngest member of Evolution looked up upon hearing his name, and a smirk touched Randy Orton's lips as he spotted Lisa Marie Varon standing in the doorway of his locker room.

"Vicki..." he said, using the nickname of her in-ring moniker. He rose to stand in front of her. The pair had sort of had a love-hate relationship ever since Randy had come to the RAW brand after recovering from his shoulder injury. "What can I do for you, beautiful?"

The raven-haired diva ran directly to him, surprising the young man by pouncing on him and battering his chest with her fists. Jeez, she was definitely strong and packed a punch. As she stepped back, he examined her face, searching for traces of humor but found none.

"What? What was that for?" Randy asked innocently, his right hand going to his chest. He hoped her blows weren't going to leave a mark.

"That was for sneaking into the Women's locker room and putting itching powder in my bra last night!" Lisa snapped indignantly. It had been extremely embarrassing, to say the least, when she'd gotten dressed and left the arena. As she and Trish Stratus had been in their rental car on the way to the hotel, she'd discovered the uncomfortable itching sensation in her breasts. Later, in her hotel room, she'd removed her garments to discover an odd white powder in her, ironically enough, Victoria's Secret bra.

Despite himself and the fact that the woman was angry, Orton began to chuckle. And then, he threw his head back and proceeded to emit a booming laughter. Well, he was a bit of a prankster, and damn it, he couldn't help himself.

"What the hell is so funny?!" the normally bubbly and warm Lisa Marie demanded. Her brown eyes flashed at him as he took obvious enjoyment in the situation.

"Sorry, Vicki," Randy said as he managed to collect himself. "It's just... Well, you know what a practical joker I am, and I just couldn't resist playing one on you."

She stared at him incredulously.

"Why me?"

His laughter ceasing, the young man merely smiled at her. Damn it, she was so cute - especially when she was angry. And who was he kidding? Randy found Lisa Marie Varon not merely cute, but beautiful. She was so different from the girls he usually went for, and he liked her. That was why he'd used her as the butt of his joke. He knew it was juvenile, but he couldn't help it.

"Ahh, I'm sorry I did that to you, Lisa," he said, growing a little more serious.

"You'd better be..." she warned. "How would you like it if one of these days, I put itching powder - or worse, liquid heat - in your wrestling trunks?"

Orton cocked his head to one side, staring at her out of the corner of his eye.

"You wouldn't..."

"Try me..." the dark-haired woman challenged, a smile brightening her face.

After a beat where there was silence between the two, Randy shook his head, grabbing his bag.

"Hey... How about we head on out and grab a bite to eat?"

Lisa Marie stared at him in surprise.

"Are you... asking me for a date?" As soon as she said it, she regretted it and blushed fiercely. All he'd asked was if she wanted to grab a bite... Besides, why would he want to date her when he could have his pick of beautiful petite divas?

Randy smiled at her.

"Yeah... Yeah, I guess I am."

She nearly did a double-take, a small smile touching her lips. So, was that why he'd played that prank on her? He liked her? She shook her head, a tiny laugh escaping her at how very junior high it all was.

The pair left the locker room, stopping only so Lisa could retrieve her bag. But as they continued on their way, Orton paused outside of a closed door.

"What are you doing?" the raven-haired diva asked in confusion.

"I thought I heard-" He stopped his words and strained as though to better hear. Then, turning to meet Lisa Marie's eyes, he pointed toward the door. "Don't you hear that? Someone crying..."

She stepped closer, and, sure enough, she heard a woman sobbing from within. Her eyes widened as she thought she knew who the cries were coming from.

Then, tentatively, Lisa Marie tried the handle, which gave way, and pushed the door open.

Laying in a bruised, bloody heap on the floor, her clothing torn, was Amy Dumas...