Balanced Entropy (DISCONTINUED)

XV- RAW 2 + Tuesday morning

Monday night came by fast, and the storylines were in motion. A match between Randy and Jon happened. Randy got the victory, and now it was my job to interview him as the interviewer for tonight.

I came out with my hair straightened, up in a ponytail, wearing nerd glasses, little round diamond earrings, a grey blazer, a white dress shirt, blue skinny jeans, and white Vans.

"I'm Gloria, and welcome my guest at this time, Randy Orton." I said to the camera. "So Randy, you just defeated Dean Ambrose in your first match against him. What are your thoughts on that?" I asked quirkily.

"I think that-" he started, and before I knew it, he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me-part of the storyline. "-I hardly broke a sweat,"

I smirked, and the interview was over. "So, how was that? Good or bad?"

"Well, I have to admit that your lips are something else." he said, fingers on his lips. "I can see, why everyone else in the men's locker room wants to kiss them. So now, I want to ask you... if you would want to go on a date with me?"

My mouth opened, not even knowing what the hell to say.

"OK. That's fine, too. If you don't want to go on a date with me, then you don't want to go on a date with me,"

I held him by his forearm. "No, no, that's not... that's not it, Randy. Of course I want to... I want to go on a date with you."

He smiled. "That's what I wanted to hear,"

"Hopefully, it was."

He was about to lean in to kiss me. "But, first, go take a shower. And wear one of those snazzy suits that you wear when you're with Evolution," I said, sounding commanding.

He chuckled. "Will do,"

I started to walk away, when Stephen came up to me, a cameraman behind him. "So, lass, what've you been up to?"

I whispered about Orton taking me on a date. He gasped. "The Viper, you say? Well, be careful. Snakes bite. See ya around, lass."

Just as I was about to walk away from that, Stu comes up, with his loud, raspy, British voice that scared the living daylights out of me; and said my name, later warning me.

The show ended, and I changed from my dress shirt, skinny jeans, and Vans, to a black dress that went to my knee and black heels, keeping my blazer, glasses, earrings, ponytail, etcetera.

***

Randy took me to dinner-at his place. His daughter, Alanna, was starting to make me feel a bit awkward, keeping a watchful eye on me. Like a hawk, I swear.

"So, does she do this with everyone?" I laughed.

"Pretty much," he said. "You see, she doesn't like seeing her daddy getting hurt."

My dinner was in front of me, and it was getting awkward by the second. Alanna was like Agent Smith whenever he saw Neo. I was Neo in this case (like from The Matrix).

"So, Randy, I just don't want us to end up like you and Jazzy,"

"Oh, trust me, that won't happen," he said, putting his hand over my own. Smiling. "She was a slut,"

"I would've guessed... Was your guys' relationship really so important? Because if it was, I really don't want to rush you into anything,"

"No, no, that's not it. I mean. We both dig each other."

"Wait, how did you know that I dig you?"

"Eva,"

"Of course,"