Title: Better Life
Author: LittleKnux2008
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Evolution attacks Nash's daughter during their feud with him. The only problem-Randy loves her. Will he forsake Evolution to be with her?
Disclaimer: I own Emma Nash, and all other characters are © WWE. No copyright infringement is intended. This is purely fiction.
Notes: I have to say, I hate Evolution. No offense to anyone met, but I just…hate…them. Anyway, I decided to try this. It's kind of different, but I hope you like! Please review!
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Randy Orton mumbled something incoherently under his breath as he shifted in his bed, awake but wanting to fall back asleep. His arm went to encircle around the lucky girl that Hunter had picked out in the club. When his arm closed around nothing, his eyes flickered open. The sheets and mattress had curved to a mold of her figure. Randy propped his back against the headboard as he scanned the room, a savage pain in his head from the drinks he'd had.
No light spilt from underneath the bathroom door. In fact, there was no trace of her, save the two long, bright red strands of hair that were lying on the pillow beside him. Wrapping his fingers around the red hair, he tried to remember the woman.
Her name started with an E, he recalled. Elizabeth? Eve? Emma? Yeah, that was it. Emma. She-Emma-had been quite a beauty, Randy thought, smiling slyly. Bright red hair that ended around her lower back, blue eyes and everything else a man would want.
Sighing quietly, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, looking for anything-a letter, a cryptic note, something-but found absolutely nothing.
"Randy!" shouted someone through his hotel room door, "Get your ass out of bed!" He recognized the voice as Hunter's, and he didn't bother to get up or reply. After a minute, the knocking didn't recede. Yawning, he stood up, tugging on some clothes as he went. By the time he pulled the door open, Hunter looked ready to kill him.
"I'll be down in ten," Randy said, glancing at the clock. It was already noon-how long had he slept? Hiding a smile, he guessed that he hadn't slept much during the night.
"Make it five," snapped Hunter, and stomped down the hall. Randy shook his head and closed the door. Hunter wasn't a morning person at all. He grabbed his duffel bag, casting one last hopeful look around the room, when a small piece of paper slid off his bag. Picking it up as eager as a child opening a Christmas present, he glanced it over.
'If you want to find me, look around what you love the most.'
Well, he'd been looking for a cryptic note, and here it was. '…look around what you lost the most…' He sighed, sticking the note into the pocket of his jeans. What did he love the most? It wasn't like he had much of a family, or many friends. So what did he love? His career, he supposed.
Randy paused, and blinked. What was wrong with him? Looking for clues to where this woman went? Shaking his head, he gave another once-over to the room for anything of his. 'Get paid, laid, and made', he recalled as Evolution's slogan. More or less his idea. So why was he actually thinking about this note? It wasn't like…what? He couldn't find the thoughts to finish his sentence. What was so different about this girl that made him want to find her again? He wondered as he exited the hotel room.
By the time that he got downstairs, Hunter was just about passed out in the car, and Rick was tapping his foot against the floor, annoyed. Randy ignored him, thoughts taken up by the vague memory of the girl he'd spent the last night with. He was jerked out of his thoughts halfway during the three hour ride by Rick.
"Listen, guys," he said, and Hunter opened his eyes as he swallowed another couple pills of Tylenol. Randy tried not to be so hopeful that he would overdose. "Kevin Nash is bringing in his daughter to go on the road with him." If Hunter had been half asleep moments ago, it was all forgotten. A slow smile spread across Rick's face as he drove.
"This is too perfect," Hunter laughed.
"The perfect revenge, you mean. Snag his daughter, and do what we want with her. That Nash should know better."
'Yeah,' Randy thought half-heartedly, 'The perfect revenge.'
As they arrived at the arena, Randy watched intently out of the window at the lines of fans outside the arena, when he caught sight of Kevin Nash. He looked intently next to him, seeing who would be Evolution's newest victim. Rolling down the tinted window, he caught a streak of the woman's bright red hair.
He froze. It couldn't be…could it?
The woman turned, and his heart skipped a beat.
It was her.
Rick grinned from the front seat, "Meet Emma Nash, the key to our payback."
Randy felt sick to his stomach.