Disclaimer:Becky owns herself as does Cody. But she probably owns him too...

Author's Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECKY!! Here is the fifth chapter to this story. I actually like the content and it's been a while since I updated this so I thought you deserved another chapter (especially for your birthday). I might write you a one-shot too; depends on how bored I get babysitting in like 8 hours. Gah...I hate the thought of it all ready. Anyways...read review and enjoy!

Cody looked at Becky and sighed. So this was what this whole ranting thing was all about he thought to himself. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at the floor thinking.

"Is he going to tell anybody?" Cody asked.

"Not now but I have to get him a date with the new creative writer," she sighed as she leaned back against the couch.

"So? What's so bad about that?" Cody asked, dumbfounded.

"Cody! He's going to use her for sex; like she's just a booty call and worth nothing else," Becky shouted as if it would help the concept get through Cody's thick skull.

"I get it now but do you really think that Randy would do something like that?" Cody asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Oh come on, Cody; not everybody is nice; this is Randy Orton we're talking about here," she sighed.

Cody couldn't help but laugh at his new wife's actions. He tried hard to stop laughing but couldn't. Becky glared at him and tossed a pillow at the superstar's head then crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to stop laughing.

"Stop laughing!" she said after he wasn't done.

He didn't do anything but continue to laugh. He didn't know why he found it so funny but he did. Becky let out an exasperated sigh and then rolled up a newspaper and hit him over the backside of the head and he reached a hand to the back of his head.

"Ow!" he exclaimed with a glare towards her. "What was that for?"

"I do not see anything funny about the situation at hand here, Cody Rhodes," she snapped at him.

"Becky, relax and I know this is Randy Orton we're talking about but come on, maybe for once he won't use the new writer," Cody chuckled.

"Cody, I don't know what I'm going to do with you," Becky sighed but sat down and tried to relax.

"Eventually, Becky, you're going to love me," Cody said with a smirk.

Deep down she knew that was true but he was wandering off the topic at hand so she smacked his arm with the rolled up newspaper and gave him a serious look. He frowned and held his arm where she had hit him with the newspaper.

"Cody, I don't want to be apart of a scheme where that asshole uses another woman," she said.

"Becky, how do you know he's actually going to use her?" Cody asked, trying to be reasonable about the situation.

She rolled her eyes and gave him a slightly aggravated look as she leaned back against the couch. She took a deep breath then stole the tv remote from Cody and changed the channel only for him to take the remote back and change it back to the sports game he was previously watching. Soon they were wrestling around on the couch so that one of them could have complete control of the remote, forgetting the Randy situation for the moment.

"Cody, give me the remote!" Becky ordered as they fell off the couch and onto the floor and began to roll around.

"No, Becky; I had it first," Cody retorted as he wrestled to the top.

"Do you have to be like a little child," Becky said as she flipped him onto his back and went to grab the remote from his hand.

When she stood up after getting the remote out of his hand, he tackled her onto the couch and straddled her waist and took the remote and with a quick movement, he shoved it down his pants then smirked at her.

"Get it now," he said and stuck his tongue out at her.

"I will if you don't willingly give it to me," she challenged.

"I doubt it," Cody scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

She raised her eyebrows and grabbed the front of his jeans and Cody's eyes widened a bit and he grabbed her hands and shook his head no and moved so that he was sitting on her stomache and not straddling her.

"Cody, you're squishing me," She said trying to shove him off of her.

"What? I can't hear you sorry," Cody said, ignoring her protests.

"How much do you fucking weigh?" she asked as she tried again to push the heavier superstar off of her.

"Only 232 pounds," he shrugged as he watched the sports program he was watching.

"You're fat, get off," she said shoving him again.

"I am not fat!" he protested.

She laughed and finally pushed him off of her while he was distracted with his own body, making sure there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. She rolled her eyes and got up and shut the tv off manually before walking into the small kitchen of the suite and pulled open the fridge. She grabbed a can of mountain dew then shut the door to the mini fridge.

"So, how are we going to get Orton a date with the new writer?" Becky asked as she opened the can.

"I don't know; that's your deal," Cody said with a shrug as he pulled the remote out of his pants and turned the tv back on.

Becky glared at the back of his head and grabbed the newspaper to hit him again but he took it from her.

"Your loud mouth got us into this problem not mine, Cody," she said sitting in a chair.

"Well, just tell the new writer how much of an amazing guy that Randy is, I'm sure she'll agree to it," Cody said.

"You want me to lie to her?! Cody, Randy is not an amazing guy, he's an asshole," Becky stated before she took a drink of her mountain dew.

"I know but maybe she doesn't know that yet," Cody said.

"I feel sorry for her all ready," Becky muttered to herself.

Cody just chuckled to himself before turning his full attention back to the tv. Becky sighed and stood up and grabbed her key card and walked towards the door.

"I'll be back later, I'm going to go talk to Ken," she said before walking out of the suite and into the hallway.

She grabbed her cell phone from her pocket and skimmed through her contacts before finding Ken's name then she pressed the send button and held the phone up to her ear and listened to it ring.

"Little sister," Ken said from the other line.

"Hi, Ken; what room are you in, I need to talk to you," She said as she walked to the elevator.

"I'm on the fourth floor in room 432," he said through the other line.

"K, I'll be there in two minutes," she said before hanging up and pressing the number four button.

She thought to herself as the elevator went down four floors from where her suite that she was currently sharing with Cody was. Once the doors opened, she stepped out into the hallway and walked through it, looking at the numbers on the door until she came to room number 432 and knocked.

"It's open!" Ken shouted from inside.

Becky pushed the door open and walked in and raised her eyebrows at the mess Ken and his roommate, Jeff shared. She just ignored it and walked into the room deeper and saw her brother sitting on the bed, playing Smackdown vs Raw on the PS3. She shook her head and sat down next to him and fiddled with her hands.

"Hey, Becks," Ken said as he played his game.

"Ken, Cody and I got married," she blurted out suddenly.

Ken dropped the controller and looked at Becky, shocked but then burst into laughter and pulled Becky into a hug that confused Becky.

"Good, one sis, for a second I actually thought that you were serious," he said between breaths as he stopped laughing.

"Ken, I AM serious, see the ring," she said thrusting her left hand forward to show him the silver band on her left ring finger.

Ken took her hand and his eyes widened when he saw the ring. He looked up at Becky and saw that she was serious and he turned the PS3 off.

"Why did you get married?" he asked.

"I didn't plan on getting married; we were both drunk," she sighed.

"Well, get it fixed; get the marriage annulled," Ken said.

"Cody doesn't want to," she said with another sigh.

"Well, I'll make him want to," Ken said walking towards the door but Becky grabbed his arm and pulled him back to make him sit back down on the bed.

"Ken, just forget it; it's fine and plus, he won't change his mind," she said with a small shrug.

"I don't like that kid one bit, Becky," Ken said with a serious look in his eyes.

"I know you don't but I'm married to him now so you have to be a little civil towards him now," Becky said. "And that's not why I came to talk to you."

He frowned and ran a hand through his blonde hair and looked at his sister as he thought about the news he had just received.

"There's more? You're not pregnant are you?" he asked.

"No! It's just that, Randy knows now and he's threatening to tell everybody unless I get him a date with the new RAW creative writer," she explained.

Ken smiled and shook his head at his friend's actions.

"That's Randy for ya," He grinned but Becky smacked his arm. "Well, I don't know what to tell ya, sis. You have to decide for yourself and I can't bully Randy out of anything; he does whatever the hell he wants."

"You're no help," she said with a frown.

"I know," he said with another shrug and turned his PS3 back on. "I can beat Cody up for you so he'll sign the annulment papers, if you want."

He sent his sister a grin as he grabbed his controller but she shook her head no and got up to go back up to her hotel room.

"You're no help," she said.

"You're welcome," he called back to her before she left the room.

She was walking in the hallway when she ran into Randy Orton again. He smirked at her and grabbed her arm gently to stop her. She sent him a glare.

"What do you want, Orton?" she snapped at him.

"Whoa, calm down, Becky; I just wanted to know if you've gotten me my date with the new writer yet," he smirked.

"Does it look like it?" she snapped at him again.

"Don't get too bitchy because I can tell the whole roster your little secret," he grinned as he leaned against the wall in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You're an asshole but no, I haven't gotten you your date with her because I haven't seen her but when I see her, I will talk to her about it, okay?" she said.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow," he said before walking away.

"Asshole," she muttered to herself as she walked to the elevator.