Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the voices in my head…Randy owns himself…unless I can get close enough to lick him…then he's MINE! All mine! Muhahahahaha!

Win or Lose

~Chapter 1~

Randy Orton sat at the table in the club with his friends surveying the crush of people on the dance floor. Sipping his beer he watched a particularly hot blonde shake her ass in his direction.

"Very nice." John Cena commented catching sight of the blonde giving them a bright smile. Nudging Randy he grinned, "I think she's smiling at me."

Randy rolled his eyes "The hell she is. She wants me so bad I can smell it from here." he said feigning disinterest.

"Wanna bet?" John asked cocking an eyebrow.

Doug Basham groaned "Would you two grow up? I can't believe the two of you are still doing this!"

They both looked over at him in surprise, shaking their heads. Ignoring the comment Randy looked back at John, "What's the point? She'd take either one of us."

"Oh so you want more of a challenge?" He asked grinning as he spotted the petite redhead making her way towards them.

"It would be nice." Randy said with a shrug.

John inclined his head towards the redhead who had stopped halfway across the room to talk to Adam Copeland. "I bet you can't get that one in bed."

Doug followed John's gaze "John!" He exclaimed.

John threw him a look and Doug shook his head.

Randy surveyed the little redhead with interest. She wasn't his usual type. She was pretty, but not drop dead gorgeous. Short and full figured he shook his head "I'll take the bet. This should be easier than usual." He laughed.

"I cannot believe the two of you!" Doug muttered "She's not a piece of meat! John you should know better! Somebody's gonna get hurt." he finished disgustedly.

Randy ignored Doug and turned to John. "So what's the bet?" he asked before draining the beer.

John stroked his chin thoughtfully "Well, this is a special case...she's not what she seems...I'll give you two months to get her in bed..."

"Two months? It won't take me two minutes!" Randy boasted.

John shook his head laughing "No, I doubt that. Five thousand says you can't do it...Randy that is the Kaitlyn Stone."

"Fuck!" Randy muttered. He'd heard the stories of the little ice queen reporter. "That's cheating John. I didn't know who she was and you did."

John smirked at Randy "If you're too chicken..."

"The hell I am..." He muttered as the woman started towards them again.

Kaitlyn stopped next to the table "Hey guys!" She said brightly "John how is RAW treating you?" She asked.

"Good, I love it." John answered.

"Good. Doug how are you?" She asked settling her hand on his shoulder.

"Can't complain...would you like to join us Kaitlyn?" He asked pulling out the chair between him and Randy.

"Thanks Doug." She said sitting. "I actually needed to talk to Randy." She looked over at the handsome young man. "I've been assigned to do an in depth article on you." she said extending her hand "Kaitlyn Stone, Smackdown Magazine."

Randy took her hand but instead of shaking it he kissed the back of it "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Stone." He said with a lazy grin.

Kaitlyn groaned inwardly. Randy Orton's lady killer reputation certainly suited him. She could see the hint of desire in his eye and hear it in his voice. "Likewise." She murmured. "I need to set up a time to talk to you, get some ideas going." She continued.

"How about tomorrow...say over dinner?" Randy said with a smile.

"Sounds good." She said reaching into her purse for a card. "Here's my cell number. Give me a call in the morning." she handed it to him.

Randy took it from her outstretched fingers and let his own brush against hers lingeringly. "I'll be sure to do that."

Kaitlyn was a bit flustered. She was used to men flirting with her, but usually it just made her want to hurl. This time it made her decidedly uncomfortable. "I'll leave you gentlemen to your drinks. Randy, I'll talk to you tomorrow." She said standing up.

"What's your hurry sweetheart?" He asked standing as well. "Would you care to dance?" He asked holding out his hand to her.

Kaitlyn looked at him in shock "Uh...no...I don't think so." She said backing away. "I have to get back to my hotel and finish my Undertaker story." She whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.

Randy flushed as she turned and walked quickly away.

"See, I told ya..." John laughed.

Randy sat down heavily "You're an asshole John." He muttered. Had he known who she was before he'd never have taken the bet. Kaitlyn Stone had a reputation around the company. Many of the men in the company whispered behind her back that she was a lesbian because she wouldn't give them the time of day. He threw John a hateful look "If the rumors are true...the bets off." He growled.

"She's not a lesbian if that is what you are talking about." Doug said shaking his head.

"How do you know?" John asked.

"I just do." Doug responded cryptically.