Title: Hitting Ground Zero
Author: LittleKnux2008
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own Katy and no one else.
Summary: Consequences took on a new meaning in Katy's life when she cheats on her boyfriend, Edge, and is thrown into a land of confusion, pain, and sadness that nothing can heal.
Author's Note: Yes, another story from me, but I wanted to get this down before the idea went out of my head. I hope you guys like it! Please review!
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Hitting Ground Zero
Chapter 1
Randy Orton sighed as he stepped into the small room that currently belonged to the costume designer, his boots clicking against the concrete floor. Stepping into the designer's room was like stepping into a dimension alternate of the arena. Racks of clothes lined two walls, multicolored tags sticking out randomly. Near the back of the room was an oak desk. Piles of blank white paper were stacked on the left of the desk, next to a scattering of framed pictures. Almost out of sight behind the desk was a small file cabinet. Randy walked inside the room, looking intently for the designer who had called him there.
"Hey, sorry about that, just stepped out for a coffee run," the voice behind him almost made him jump. Randy turned to see the designer, precariously balancing a coffee mug on a stack of papers in her hands, a pencil in her mouth. She walked the short distance to the desk, setting the items down on the desk. "Sit down," she offered, motioning toward a leather chair sitting in front of the desk.
Randy did so, watching as the woman rifled through the stack of papers that she had been carrying. While she did, he studied her. Her hair was silky and a deep brown color, combined light brown highlights. It fell a good several inches past her shoulders, some shorter light brown strands framing and cupping her face. Deep, ocean blue eyes peered out beneath unaltered curly, long lashes. Her cheekbones were pronounced and high, her lips full. Randy leaned back in his seat. 'Maybe I should invite her out to the club,' the thought entered his mind, and he considered it. Before he could decide, she spoke again.
"I'm Katy Smith," she told him with a smile, revealing several straight, white teeth. "I don't believe we've met."
"Name's Randy Orton," Randy told her with a nod of the head. She seemed to momentarily tense. 'It's just a trick of the light. I blinked and it was gone,' Randy thought to himself.
"Nice to meet you," Katy said politely, and then turned to business. "Anyway, I called you here to show you these sketches." She handed him a few pieces of paper, and Randy took them.
"Wow… These are amazing," Randy said, staring at the sketches. They were in spots smudged, but that didn't take away from the drawings. "You draw really, really well," he told her, and she responded with a shy smile.
"Thank you," her smile was captivating and infectious. Katy opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted when the door to the room opened. Still facing Katy, Randy saw her face light up. She stood, walking quickly over toward the door. Curious, he turned in his chair, and froze.
Edge was there, his arms wrapped around the brunette in a welcoming hug. He laughed at something Katy said, and then let her go, his eyes swinging over to the chair where Randy was sitting. Randy stood up immediately, readying himself for a fight. There were still two more RAW shows before Vengeance, but that didn't mean he and Edge were prepared to fight.
"Katy… Why is he here?" Edge demanded, his tone sharp as he walked toward Randy. Katy groaned, her eyes rolling upward. 'Wrestlers…' she thought to herself. She walked up to the two men, in case she needed to intervene. They were now less than a foot away.
"I'm a designer, Edge. I see every wrestler," she responded crossly, sounding tired. "Whether you like it or not, I have a job to do and it sometimes includes communicating with your enemies." Edge didn't acknowledge her words.
"You savoring your last days as champion?" Edge asked Randy. Randy kept his mouth shut, his eyes betraying no emotion. "You should be, because I'm going to take that title from you at Vengeance," Edge hissed.
Katy squeezed herself between the two men, placing her hands and Edge's chest and glaring at him. "Randy here has been in the WWE for less than a year and he's acting more mature than you right now, Edge," her tone was prickly. "I have business with him, and I suggest that you go outside until we're done."
Edge shook his head, slowly tearing his gaze away from Randy and down to Katy. "Yes, your majesty," he told her, dropping a kiss on her forehead.
"You know it," she replied with a smile as he walked out of the door. Katy turned to Randy with an apologetic look. "Sorry about that… He's a little overprotective," she explained, and Randy cocked an eyebrow, sitting down once more as she did the same.
"A little?" he asked skeptically, and she smiled.
"As 'tons' as little can fit," she responded, and then began to talk more about the sketches and designs. Randy half-listened to her speech, bowing his head to look at the drawings. His eyes moved to the framed pictures on his desk. Katy didn't notice what direction his look had taken. Randy studied the pictures; most of them were of Katy and Edge together, by all means a happy couple.
Randy's eyes widened as a plan formulated in his mind; the perfect punishment to Edge. His eyes swung up to Katy.
Maybe he would ask her to the club tonight.
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