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Summary: Randy Orton has a job to do, to make it to his high school reunion with his heart in tact. Will he make it to the end of the night? Or will a most unlikely woman step into the scene and take it away?
Genre: Romance and Dramatic
Main Characters: Randy Orton and his female companion who will be revealed in a later chapter is a WWE Superstar as well.
A/N: I do not like to start stories without finishing others, and since I can't finish the angst drama yet, because I haven't come up with a good way to end it, I decided to work on this and hopefully come up with something else. I am still working on my other series; this is just a side project to get my juices flowing. This story will have Randy with Evolution and will not show him breaking away on his own, but the matches if I use them, will be in real time.
"Vince said you can go in to see him now." The receptionist spat out curtly, the crooked smile never once leaving her face. As he made his way to the office door he realized that you had to leave it to Vince to get a receptionist that was as hard nosed as the man himself.
He slid in through the partially open doors, still open after Shane and Stephanie had long ago left. As he made his way in he wondered if asking this favor was going to be like going in front of a firing squad. Seeing Vince was never anyone's favorite way to spend an afternoon and Randy wasn't going to be any different then the ones before him.
He prided himself on being a hard worker and even taking the extra step and wrestling injured. He felt he owed it to his family as well as the company that he now worked for to keep his head high and work through whatever happened in his life. Well everything but this.
"You wanted to see me Randy? Why don't you take a seat and tell me what is on your mind."
Randy did as he was told and waited patiently for Vince to finish signing all of the papers that now lay strewn in front of him so he could continue. The last thing he wanted to do was start something like this while Vince was in the middle of something else.
"So what can I do for you Randy?" Vince asked his voice so deep it shook Randy to the core. Did he really have to come and bother Vince about something like this? Well if you want to go to the damn thing and get it over with then yes you do.
Damn his inner voice for starting in on him now. It wasn't like it had to ask Vince for the night off of Raw to go to the reunion. No it was just there to bug him and make him feel lower then low.
"I need to ask you for Monday night off sir."
"For what exactly do you need to take the biggest night of the week off?" Vince asked, again going back to his papers still dangling in front of him and making Randy even more nervous. Did Paul ever feel like this when he had to ask the man for his own daughter's hand?
"I have a 5 year high school reunion to attend and apparently despite what I thought, they do not take no for an answer."
Vince laughed then, the sound billowing off the walls and making Randy slightly less agitated. He had come in here thinking it was a stupid idea and here was his boss laughing his ass off about it. What was the world coming too?
"Yes you can take it off, with all of the injuries you have been sustaining in the ring as of late I think it might do you some good."
Randy looked at his boss then, taking the man in. He had been in this place before, when he had to prove himself to the man only years before but this time was different. Was it possible that Vince really did have an easy going side?
"Are you sure sir? I mean I am sure if you needed me, then you could call and they could let me out of it. It isn't like I want to go to the damn thing anyway."
Vince looked up and took the young man into his vision. What kid hated their school experience so much that they didn't want to go back and see the people that had ridden them? Shane had jumped at his only a few short years before, and Stephanie had been the same. It was a good way to show the people that pissed you off just what you thought of them. Making millions had to amount for something in this world.
"Well why don't you want to go?"
"You see, I don't really have a date for it, and if I show up alone it will feel like tenth grade and the prom all over again. I just don't want to deal with it again."
Vince laughed again, the walls surely shaking at that moment causing Randy to situate himself in the chair better and to relax his tense muscles.
"Is that all? Well listen, the Women's Title isn't up for grabs tonight, we are saving it for the Pay Per View, so why don't you ask one of the women, and if they agree let me know so I can book them off for the night?"
Randy's eyes almost popped out of his head at the suggestion. He had thought about asking one of the women he worked with, but hadn't wanted to come across as a total pig. With Vince's backing though, he might not actually look like one. Maybe the woman would want the night off anyway; they did tend to work as hard as the men. Well at least some of them.
"That sounds fine; I will look into it and see what I can get."
"Can I offer you a piece of advice Randy?" Vince asked, sitting ramrod straight in his chair, and Randy waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Nodding his head in acceptance, which was the only thing he felt he should do, Randy waited for what he was about to be told.
"If one of the girls doesn't want to go, I say that you go anyway. Life is too short to let people's ideas of you take centre stage. So if you don't get one of the girls, then go and make them eat their words."
Taking what Vince had said into consideration, Randy stood from the chair and shook the mans hand. He hadn't been to see his father in awhile, and it was nice to hear some advice other then bad from the man before him. If Shane and Stephanie didn't know it yet, their father was definitely a keeper.
"Thank you sir, I will."