This is a rewrite from my previous story 'A New Perspective' which was deleted due to some reasons. This time around, I write it differently from the previous one. Hope you'll enjoy this first chapter and will continue to keep up with the next one. Don't forget to review ;)

Summary:Randy Orton was the guy who wants everything and gets everything. He's the typical cocky bastard who appear to be materialistic and definitely NOT a child lover. His life takes a twist when a certain someone from his past whom he couldn't recall got involved in an accident and eventually died. He was then forced to become the person's daughter legal guardian in order to secure the little one's life. How will Randy cope with his new found responsibility as a father? Can the young child breaks down his ego and changes his perspective towards life and kids?

I checked myself in the mirror again, probably for the hundredth time. A smirk crawled up to my lips as I practically spent every minute to admire myself in the mirror. Not to mention how good l look in this $3000 dollars suit. That's one hell of money to spend just for one night date. Well what can I say? I got an awesome job as a wrestler, a bunch of good looks to make the girls come chasing after me and a whole lot of money to spend like the rich man I am. Guess it's safe to say, I'm a material guy.

The sound of my phone ringing brought me back to earth, knocking some sense into me to answer the call. I reached for my cell on the dressing table and took a quick glance at the caller's ID —Unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Randy….Orton?" A woman's voice greeted from the other line.

"Yeah, who's this?" I frowned, trying to figure out whose voice it was.

"We're from St Louis Hospital. We call to inform you that your wife, Holly was hit by a car just few hours ago and currently in state of critical. Would you mind coming down here to pick up your daughter?"

"My daughter? Whoa, whoa….wait a sec. I don't have any daughter." I retorted in rising tone.

"Err, well, your wife…."

"I'm not married either!" I interrupted harshly. Seriously, I don't know anything of this girl, Holly or her daughter. How in the world did my name get involved with these people? I mean for God sake, I haven't got a serious girlfriend let alone to have a wife and more importantly, A KID?! This is a sick joke.

"Well, your friend here left your name and your number for us to call up. So will you please be kind enough to pick up this child while her mother receives treatment for her injuries?"

"I don't even know who the fuck Holly is!" The veins in my neck were starting to get tight as I exclaimed in disagreement.

"If you refuse to pick up this child, we will seek alternatives to send her over to your place in order for her to be in a better care. " The woman replied calmly but cold enough to make me froze. I squeezed my temples in frustration, wondering what the better option is. If I stay with my decision not to come there and pick up the kid, then I'll have the mess to deal with the public regarding this mysterious child when the hospital sends her over to my house. If I pick her up, where the heck am I going to let her stay? Not at my place for sure. This place is too expensive to get broken down by a little brat. Who knows if she's a problem child who couldn't register any good thing in her brain?

Aargh, where did this fucked up mess came from?

"Fine, I'll be there in a few."