So I'm not finished my other story cursed beginnings yet but this story struck me the other day not so sure where its going but the opening scene came to me like a dream the. It's in the time of evolution I'm really bad at keeping to timelines so please forgive me. Anyway enjoy review and help for ideas. I'm going to call hhh, hunter in the story 1 because I like it and 2 less confusion from 2 Paul's. So here we go.

Randy pov

She sat there tracing her finger along the edge of her martini glass. She was exactly what I was looking for. She was about 5'4 with long blonde hair and the classic blue eyes. I could see her red lace bra peaking through her black dress and I couldn't help but wonder what she'd look like out of it.

I watched her tilt her head back and down the rest of her martini before fixing her glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose. I loved how sophisticated they made her look and the way they highlighted the way her nose crinkled as she downed the alcohol.

"Randy Orton." I said standing over her. Nothing. She didn't even look up.

"Hi there I'm Randy Orton." I said as I leaned up against the bar next to her.

"Is that supposed to intrigue me or something?" Oh a feisty one. I like um feisty.

"Well yes, yes it is. Can I buy you a drink?" She giggled slightly. A good sign.

"You've got all the answers don't you?"

"Yup." I looked over and saw Hunter and Ric watching my every move. I hated the pressure they put on me. I couldn't strike out not with them watching.

"So how about that drink?" I asked again this time moving closer to her. In my experience you make eye contact with a girl it makes her feel like she's all you care about. And for that second she kinda is. Well the things you could do to her are.

"Not thirsty."

"Come on."

"Are you deaf and stupid I said I'm not thirsty."

"Ouch you hurt my feelings."

"Good maybe you'll leave me alone."

"That's not nice I don't even know you."

"And that's how I want to keep it."

"At least tell me your name?"

"Page." She said. "Now get lost."

"I know you don't mean that baby."

"I'm not your baby." She said throwing my drink in my face before storming off.

"No she's my baby." I heard a voice say. I turned around to be face to face with Paul White the big show.

"So you best be leaving her alone."

How is it that I tried to pick up the one girl in the room that was Show's daughter?

I placed my tail between my legs and hurried back to the table with Hunter and Ric.

"Smooth." Ric said to me.

"Ya way to strike out." Hunter said laughing.

I felt an arm come around my shoulder. "Aw come on guys go easy on the kid." It was Stephanie. I always felt uncomfortable when she came out with the guys. Maybe just maybe it was because I was fucking her and here we are having drinks with her husband. Steph was hot kind of like that every boys fantasy type thing and when she first came on to me I turned her down. I mean something didn't sit right with me sleeping with a woman whose husband is jumpstarting my career. But she can be very persuasive, trust me.

"Young Randal has failed again I see." Dave said sitting down to the table. "Don't worry I'll give you one of the many women throwing themselves at your truly." He pointed to his chest like he was the shit. Dave always managed to lighten the mood.

"I'll have you know I have hundreds of women throwing their selves at me. But I just wanted that one." I said turning to look for her. My eyes found her sitting with Lita and Trish fussing over each other's hair. Something told me that this wasn't the last I'd seen of Show's daughter.