A/N:I know that I have 2 other stories that aren't quite finished, but I got this idea and decided to try writing it out. I hope you guys enjoy, and please read and review!

"And your winner, and the new #1 contender for the Women's Championship, Savannah McMahon!" Lillian Garcia boomed into the microphone.

The ref raised Savannah's arm in victory, and the smile that appeared on her face when she won the match never left as she started up the ramp, slapping hands with some fans and made her way to the stage. She waved to the crowd once more, and then made her way behind the curtain.

As she started walking backstage, a few of her co-workers started clapping for her, and good friends Maria and Eve were waiting for her. "Congratulations!" Maria squealed as she handed Savannah a bottle of water. "You deserve this girl, and I'm so glad you beat that bitch Michelle McCool."

Savannah giggled as Eve pulled her into a quick hug. "That's right, you do deserve this. Now, all that is seperating you and the title is Beth Phoenix."

"Yeah, and that scares me!" Savannah said as she and her friends began to walk down the hall. "Plus, I bet the fans think I'm #1 contender because I'm Vince McMahon's daughter."

Savannah may have been Vince and Linda McMahon's youngest daughter, but she was quite different from her two older sibilings. She was the youngest at 27 years of age, and instead of the brown hair that her sibilings had, she had the same blonde hair like her mom. She also had beautiful ocean blue eyes and a smile that could light up a dark room.

Although Shane and Stephanie appeared on camera from time to time, they both spent most of their time behind the camera doing executive tasks. Savannah didn't want any of that, and was the only family member who didn't have backstage tasks. She had been a tomboy since grade school, and all she wanted to do was wrestle full time. 3 years ago, after long and greuling training sessions, she was finally able to earn her WWE contract.

"So, do you think he watched?" Maria asked as they reached the women's locker room.

Savannah shrugged as they went inside and grabbed her shower stuff. "He told me he would, but he's busy back here so I don't know. I hope he did," she said with a smile.

As Savannah let the hot water run down her body as she began to think about the personal decisions she has made in the last 3 months. Vince, Stephanie and Shane haven't gotten along with the famous Randy Orton in the last couple of years, and they would murder her if they found out that she had been secretly dating him.

Savannah didn't know if it was the recent storylines that made him hated even more or the way he would act backstage sometimes. What they didn't know was how she was treated when she was with him. He had always been gentle with her, so loving. She was thankful that she was able to trust Eve and Maria with her secret, and was comfortable with the fact that Randy's good friends Ted, Cody and John Cena knew as well. They all promised they wouldn't tell a soul.

After Savannah got dressed and walked into the main part of the dressing room, she noticed that Maria and Eve were already gone. She quickly got dressed and blow dryed her hair. Relaxing in her hotel room was sounding better by the second.

As she was beginning to walk down the hall with her bag slung over the shoulder, she felt an all too familiar hand grab hers, and pull her into a small empty room. He immediately grabbed for her bag and threw it out of the way. He then grabbed her by the ass, and pulled her into his arms, and started kissing her neck.

"Baby," he growled as he finally kissed her on the lips, one arm still wrapped around her waist, and the other playing with her hair.

"I've missed you so much," Savannah said in between kisses.

Randy kissed Savannah passionately one more time, and then finally let her down, but still held her close. "Congrats on the win tonight, baby. You looked great out there."

"Are you saying I looked great because of how I won the match, or because I was wearing silver tight pants and a pink bra top?" Savannah asked sarcastically, her hand on her hip.

"Both," Randy said, flashing that famous smirk of his. "Will I see you later on at the hotel?"

"I hope so," she said as she rubbed her hands up and down his tattoo sleeved arms. "I have to go over a few things with Steph first."

"How long are we going to keep sneaking around?" Randy asked. "I hate sneaking around, and talking in small and dark rooms. I want to show my girlfriend off."

"I know baby. I hate sneaking around too, but for some reason my family is dead set on hating you, and when they find out, I'm sure I'll be banished from seeing you."

"Princess, your 27...they technically can't tell you who you can and can't date."

"I know, and believe me when they do find out, I'm not going to let that happen. I plan on sticking around for awhile."

"Good, because I want you to." Randy said as he leaned down and placed a passionate kiss on Savannah's lips. She looked sadly at her watch, and stuck out her lower lip at Randy. "I better go. Stephanie is waiting for me."

Randy nodded and kissed her once again. "I'm in room 304. I'm heading there right after I leave the arena, so by the time your done I'll be there. Come anytime. I love you Savannah."

"I love you too." Savannah then picked up her duffel bag, and then blew a kiss toward Randy. She then peaked to see if anyone was around, and walked off, out of Randy's sight.

Randy sighed as he leaned his head against the wall. He hated sneaking around like this. He wanted to be the one who waited for her by the back stage curtain to congratulate or comfort her after a match. He wanted them to leave together after a long day at the arena, and share the same hotel room. One day, he knew he wanted to marry her and maybe start a family. "One of these days, it will happen," Randy said to himself as he too walked out of the arena, to head back to the hotel.

A/N: I hope you guys liked the first chapter. Please review and let me know if I should keep going or trash it.