Remember My Name

A/N: So I'm back - further explanation (sort of) on my profile page. As for this story, it's an idea that I'm kind of in love with, so I hope you all enjoy it. And I hope you haven't all forgotten how much your reviews mean to me. :) Enjoy!

"Dude, our life? It does not suck," Edge laughed as he looked at the man on his right.

Since teaming up with Edge, Randy Orton had found that life outside the ring was just as exciting as life inside. At the very least, it was never boring. "You won't hear a complaint from me, dude," he smiled. "That's for damn sure."

The surroundings at the Playboy Mansion were exquisite, to say the least. The lush, green lawns were perfectly manicured. Exotic flowers and plants lined the walkways and flourished in gardens around the property. The moonlight glittered off the pools and ponds, enticing all guests to dip a toe into their inviting warmth. The plethora of celebrities milling about gave the air an "It" credibility. And the scantily-clad women in traditional lingerie didn't hurt, either.

"How the hell does a meager-ass motherfucker like you get invited to the fucking Playboy Mansion in the first place?" Randy asked as the men accepted drinks from the twin waitresses, positioned at the opening of the backyard tent, sporting see-through teddies and a smile.

"It's all about who you know, man," Edge answered, grinning like a fool as he looked around the party with interest.

"EDGE!"

Both men looked up as Candice Michelle and Torrie Wilson fought through the crowd toward their Raw teammates. "Rule number one, Orton? It never hurts to be nice to the females in our company."

Randy rolled his eyes at the not-so-subtle dig as Torrie sidled up to him, a glass of champagne in her hand and a pink baby doll gown barely covering her girlie parts. "Hey, Randy," she slurred, her eyes heavily lidded.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he fought to keep her steady on her feet. "Woah there, Wilson," he chuckled. Plucking the glass from her hand, he took a whiff of the air around her and tightened his grip. "How long have you been here?"

Candice grabbed Edge's wrist and examined his watch. "About an hour," she answered. Her eyes drifted to the man at her side. "Where's your girlfriend tonight?"

Edge rolled his eyes. "I told you, Candace," he insisted. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"Oh right," she nodded with a wicked grin. "Because Lita dumped your cheating ass."

Randy couldn't supress his laugh at the comment as he guided Torrie toward a nearby table. Though he really wanted to work the room, to try his luck with the bevvy of beautiful women in attendance, the petite woman in his arms was in no condition to be mingling with anyone.

He wasn't a noble man by nature. But tonight, with Torrie's head bobbing gently to a rhythm only she could hear while she mumbled something about bra and panties matches, she seemed too tragic to walk away from. Especially with guys like himself in attendance. Guys who had no problem taking advantage of drunk chicks at parties.

"Randy," Torrie mumbled, her words slurring incomprehensibly as she stroked his face. "You're so good to me. So good."

He grunted as she tipped over, landing face down in his lap. "Three years of trying to get you in that position and now you're passed out?" He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Of course you are."

What the hell had he done in a past life to deserve shit like this? He was a pretty good guy. Most of the time, the rumors of his deviant behavior were grossly exaggerated. And even when he was doing something "wrong," it was never anything more than a sophomoric prank or a minor offense. So why was God punishing him now? Forcing him to sit at the table while the buffet of smoking hot women paraded past his table, tempting him with forbidden fruit he wasn't able to taste. And where the fuck was Edge anyway?

"Hey, if you and your girlfriend need a room, I can show you to one," a soft voice sounded from behind him after a few moments.

Tilting his head back, Randy started to defend himself. Staring back at him were the most hypnotizing chocolate eyes he had ever seen. The smirk on her full lips begged for attention. "I'm pretty sure her husband would love to hear that," he returned her sarcastic look with one of his own.

"Oh, you must be a rookie," the woman grinned, winking as she moved to the seat across from him and lowered herself with grace. "You should know that "married" doesn't really apply here."

The warmth emenating from her eyes was breathtaking, to say the least. There was just something about her that screamed to Randy. "Tiger Lily's in Bloom," he blurted. The deep blush on her cheeks was affirmation that she was, indeed, who he thought she was. "I knew you looked familiar."

Nodding, she extended a thin arm across the table. "Pleasure to meet you," she said. Casting another glance at Torrie, the young woman bit her lip, considering. "I'm sure it's very comfortable face down in your lap, but I think we can find a bed for her inside."

He fought the tingling feeling in his gut at the seductive way in which she spoke, lifting Torrie in his arms and following the woman he had recognized from several of his favorite adult films. She seemed even tinier in person, barely a waif of woman, but ten times more electric.

As he followed her up the stairs, he couldn't help but notice the poise and grace with which she carried herself through the crowd. As people waved and called her name, she smiled as though she did this all the time. And Randy realized that, as one of the fastest rising porn stars in the world, she did do this all the time. This was her world.

"Hey, Holly," Tiger Lily greeted the woman of the house as they entered the kitchen.

Heff's most famous girlfriend turned with a bright smile. "Lily!" The women embraced tightly and Randy wished that he had a camera. "You look fantastic, Sweetie," Holly complimented, holding the younger woman at arm's length as she looked her over critically. "Have you lost weight?"

With a nod, Lily tucked her hair behind her ears. "A little bit, yeah. I started that new yoga routine? The one that we were talking about the other day at the spa?"

Holly nodded. "It's great, right? You look great." When Randy grunted and shifted the dead weight in his arms, Holly turned her attention to him. "And who is your friend?" she asked Lily. "Is that Torrie?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she apologized to Randy. "We're just lookin' for a bed. For Torrie. Not for us," she clarified, back tracking like mad when Randy shot a cocky grin her way, licking his lips with a raised eyebrow.

With a knowing smile, Holly pointed up the stairs. "There are a couple of empty rooms in the guest wing."

Motioning for Randy to follow her, Lily walked through the mansion as though it was her own. "It's a good thing you got all the muscles, huh, Orton?" she said over her shoulder.

Randy racked his brain for the moment he had introduced himself, but couldn't remember telling her his name. The confusion was evident on his face when they reached the top of the stairs as Lily gave him a broad grin. "Yes, I know who you are," she affirmed.

He wasn't much for modesty, but Randy felt the fire burning in his cheeks. After gently laying Torrie on the bed that they had found, he followed Lily back into the hall. "I'm a big fan of yours, too," he said smoothly.

"Oh, I didn't say I was a fan," Lily teased, watching him blush again. "I'm kidding, Randy." She followed him down the stairs. "I've been a fan since your debut," she explained. "At least, I've been a fan of your ass," she added with a smirk.

With his hands in his pockets, Randy walked with her out of the house and back toward the party. "Well, that's quite the coincidence, since I've been a fan of your ass for awhile, too," he winked.

"Dance with me," she smiled, pulling his left hand from his pocket and dragging him toward the dance floor in the center of the tent.

When she turned her back to him and grinded against his body, Randy gripped her hips and followed the rhythm she had found. "So what's your real name?" he asked.

Turning in his arms, she draped her arms around his neck and pressed her chest to his. "Lily Wright," she answered softly.

For more than three hours, they danced, talked, laughed, and connected. By the time Edge found them, a more-than-slightly plastered Lily was draped across Randy's lap as they drunkenly chatted about the fabric of Lily's tiny boy shorts.

"I might be fucked, but I know that's not satin," he ran his thumb over the material on her hip.

With her brown eyes wide, Lily nodded and hiccupped. "It IS!" she insisted, smacking his shoulder lightly.

"What's goin' on here?" Edge asked, an amused smile on his lips as he twirled his keys in his hand.

"Oh," Randy said happily, standing and securing an arm around Lily as he dragged her to her feet. "This is my partner, Edge."

"Your partner?" Lily laughed, shaking her head. "I didn't know you swung that way, Orton," she teased.

He just rolled his eyes and looked at Edge. "Tell her we're partners, man," he pleaded. "In the ring, ya know?"

Watching the two kids in front of him, laughing and practically tripping over each other, Edge just shook his head. "He's technically right," he admitted. "We work together."

"She knows who you are," Randy informed him. "She knows you're the Rated R Superstar."

With another hiccup, Lily stumbled from Randy's side to Edge's and slung an arm over his shoulder. "Your live sex show was weak," she laughed. "I know live sex, and that wasn't sex."

Edge raised an eyebrow and looked from one drunken lush to the other. "Okay," he conceded. "I think it's time to head home, kids. So let's just exchange phone numbers and we'll all talk later, okay?"

"OH!" Randy's eyes grew wide as he pulled his phone from his pocket. "I need your phone number."

Lily nodded and took his phone, attempting to enter the digits. Her fingers fumbled with the numbers until she huffed and handed it back. "Hold on." She turned and looked around for someone she recognized. "Hey, Charlotte," she called as a middle-aged woman approached. "Charlotte, this is Randy," Lily explained. "And I want him to have my phone number, but I can't remember it."

With a knowing smile, Charlotte took the phone from Randy and then looked to Edge. "You know this guy?" The older man nodded. "He legit?"

With a smirk, Edge watched Randy run his fingers through Lily's hair as she giggled and ran her finger down his chest. "Yeah, he's legit," he confirmed, rolling his eyes. "It's just his first Playboy party," he added.

"Ah," Charlotte nodded. "Well, I'm Lily's manager," she explained, handing the phone back to Randy. "I think it's time we get these kids home, don't you?"

Randy leaned against Edge's shoulder as the woman walked in the opposite direction. "Dude, that was Tiger Lily," he told his friend.

Leading Randy out of the tent and toward the valet stand, Edge nodded. Though Edge had spent a lot of the night mingling with powerful Hollywood insiders and Playmates, it was clear that Randy was having the time of his young life. And he'd walked away with a porn star's phone number.

"Not a bad night, huh?" Edge asked with a laugh, using his electronic key chain to unlock the sleak sports car before them. "She's hot, man," he agreed.

It had been a long time since Randy had found a friend in the business, especially one that shared his interests outside of the business, and even in his drunken state, he appreciated the relationship he and Edge were fostering. "She is," he nodded, sinking into the passenger's seat of the car. "I've seen her pussy," he added when Edge slid into the driver's seat.

"Oh yeah?" Though they hadn't been friends for long, Edge could honestly say that he'd never been bored with Orton around. Especially when the kid was hammered. "She show you that tonight?"

"No," Randy huffed as though that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. "In her movies. She's my favorite porn star, Edge. And now I have her phone number. She said she liked my ass. I told her I liked hers, too."

Guiding the car onto the freeway, Edge nodded and decided to humor Randy. "Well, a mutual admiration for your asses is the first step in a meaningful relationship. Or so I've heard."

Randy nodded. "I know." With another sigh, he leaned his head against the cool glass of the window and closed his eyes. "I'm gonna call her."

"Right," Edge nodded. "Because you and a porn star? That'll work out."