I'm baaaackk...lol. It took me awhile to figure out how i wanted this story to go (still in progress) but you should tell some major differences between this story and double jeopardy. i think this one might turn out to be a little darker than that one, but we'll see how it goes...read on hotties...and review please!!

"Randy, bring that box in here" Ryon called out pulling out the contents of one of the thousands of boxes that were littering the kitchen.

It had been two weeks since they had returned from their honeymoon and the newlyweds were finally moving into their finished house. Randy strained with the box, trudging into the kitchen. He groaned as he sat down the box and collapsed onto one of the bar stools. "Are you sure you don't want me to call my dad to come and help?" Ryon smiled.

Randy rested his head on the cool surface of the countertop, "No, I really don't feel like being called a pussy today by your dad." Randy joked.

Ryon came over behind her husband to massage his shoulders and kiss the back of his head.

"All right, whatever you say. We might as well call it a night anyways; we've got an early flight to catch." She said.

Randy groaned again. He had missed his job while they were away on their honeymoon and while he was out for his surgery, but he almost didn't want to go back just yet. However, the higher powers that be (i.e. the McMahon's) decided that now was the perfect time for them to make their comeback.

"Do you think that we'll ever get all of this done?" Ryon sighed looking at the clutter house.

Randy suppressed a laugh under his breath, "We'll get it done. We already got a lot done and this is only the first day."

She poked out her lip, "I know. I wish I had a magic wand or something to hurry this along."

They sat in silence both pondering on where they would find the time.

"Don't worry about it babe, why don't we go to that restaurant down the street. It's your favorite…" he coaxed in a sing song voice, trying to take her mind off of the problem at hand.

She grinned, trying to put on a serious façade, "As long as I get dessert later."

"See, this is why I married you." Randy laughed picking her up over his shoulder and taking her to their room to get changed.

The next morning the alarm went off at five a.m. Randy untangled his arm from the blanket trying to find the damn thing to shut it off. After accomplishing this task he rolled back over to reach for Ryon.

"C'mon, get up. I made it easy for you; all you have to do is shower and dress. I already got you packed." She called from the closet.

"I don't want to go to school today." He teased, pulling the covers over his head just before she flipped on the lights, "I think it should be against the law to have to wake up this early."

"You are being so whiny! The quicker you get it over with the better." She chastised, dabbing on perfume.

He threw the covers off and got up to stretch and yawn loudly. He went into the bathroom and turned on the water for his shower. Ryon came out of the closet to smack his butt playfully and kiss his cheek.

"What are you so dressed up for?" he wondered scanning her attire of a black pencil skirt and cute black tank with silver heels on.

"I'm not, this is how I always dress." She defended, checking her reflection.

Randy smirked, "I guess I just got used to seeing you without clothes on that I seemed to have forgotten."

"Go take your shower pervert." She laughed, kissing him on the cheek.

After the flight and the check in at the hotel, Randy and Ryon made their way to the arena. They were immediately bum rushed by all of their friends, most of whom they had not seen since the wedding. After a half hour de-briefing of all the happenings in their new lives together the pair wandered off to find Vince's office.

"Ahh…Mr. and Mrs. Orton have arrived." Vince announced as soon as they walked in the door.

Randy shook his hand as Ryon gave him a warm hug, "I don't think I'll ever tire from hearing that." She smiled.

"Tonight is going to be great with the two of you making your return. Randy, how has that shoulder of yours been doing?" Vince asked.

"I've been training for the last two months with no problems. She takes pretty good care of me." Randy complimented.

"Excellent. So then I assume that you are up for a match tonight with Chris Masters?" Vince asked.

Randy's face darkened at the mention of Master's name. The last time they had seen one another they had been on the floor of the club throwing punches.

"Yeah, I can't wait." He gritted out.

"All right, well you go get ready and I'll inform the writer's to get both of you worked back in the roster. It's good to have both of you back." Vince concluded.

They left the office, in a tense silence.

"Why did he put you with Masters?" Ryon whispered as they walked down to catering.

"It doesn't matter, and I hope for his sake he learned his damn lesson the last time." He paused, "I don't want you coming to the ring."

"Why?" she asked confused.

"It's our first night back and I don't want to have to worry about you at ringside okay? I don't want to give Masters any reason to start some shit."

"You wear the pants, not me honey." She joked throwing her arms up in the air for emphasis.