Chapter 3

Knock knock knock

Who the hell was knocking on the door this early? Randy sighed as he sat up and got out of the bed trying not to wake his sleeping daughter. Rubbing his face with his hand he went to the hotel room door and opened it only to find Punk standing in front of him

.

"Oh I guess you forgot." At first Randy was confused but then he remembered telling Phil last night that he would run their match beforehand.

"Uh..no I didn't forget. Just let me wake Alanna up and we'll meet you downstairs." Punk nodded and Orton shut the door as he walked away. Before waking up his young daughter he grabbed his clothes, went into the bathroom and changed into black Nike track pants, a white wife beater and red and black under armour tennis shoes. He heard Alanna moving around before he left the bathroom and went up to the bed shaking her gently.

"Come one Alanna time to get up. We have to meet Punk downstairs." At the mention of that name she immediately got excited. She loved that strange little man and he had no idea why. They had just hit it off. She stretched her little body and yawned rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She looked so adorable that he couldn't help but smile. This was rare for him, unless it came to her. She seemed to be the only thing that could brighten his day most times. Alanna looked at him with wide blue eyes and smiled before giving him a hug.

"Morning daddy." He smiled once more as he told her good morning as well. He went over to the suitcase with her clothes in it and pulled out a pair of jeans and her pink Batman shirt that she had insisted on getting because of Punk. It was scary how much he influenced his daughter. She also had pink little Converse, another shout out to Phil Brooks. He gave her the clothes and helped her tie the shoes. After she was fully dressed he helped her brush her soft blonde hair and put it up in a ponytail.

"Come one daddy, Uncle Punkie is waiting for us." She was practically giddy with excitement, pulling his arm towards the door.

"Alright, alright calm down he'll still be there." He opened the door and let the little girl pull him all the way to the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors reopened she let go of his hand and ran straight to Punk who whisked her up in his arms.

"There's my little batgirl." Orton rolled his eyes at the nickname given to his daughter by the older male who was the biggest comic book nerd he'd ever met. Honestly they had nothing in common but for some reason they became fast friends. While Alanna was busy with Phil he went to get her something to eat from the breakfast set up that was in every hotel. Hell if it wasn't for room service, the catering, or hotels Alanna might not even get healthy food in her system. Yeah once they were home he would sometimes cook but that's not saying he was any good at it. He went back to his friend and daughter with a plate of eggs, bacon and a waffle. He set it down on a table nearby and beckoned them to sit. Punk put the little girl down who ran happily to the table.

"Alanna chew your food please." Randy gently scolded his daughter when he noticed her just shoving food in her face. He knew it was because she was excited to get to the arena. Sometimes when he was running his lines for the show or practicing for the match he would let her join. It was kind of cute watching her try to beat up some of the guys.

Twenty minutes had passed and Alanna was finally finished with her breakfast and they were able to leave. Since the arena wasn't far from the hotel they decided to walk today instead which was always a game of chance. They would either be unrecognized and would be able to walk in peace or they would be recognized, which was usually what happened and they would get stopped every two seconds with fans asking for photos or autographs. Now Randy Orton loved his fans but sometimes enough was enough. He couldn't really yell at them to leave him alone without losing them as fans though. While walking to the arena Alanna decided she didn't want to walk anymore so now she was riding shot gun on his shoulders.

"I'm tall!" the little girl giggled happily. Punk chuckled along with her telling her that sometimes being tall wasn't always the best thing. Of course the short person would be the one to advocate being short. Randy playfully shoved Punk towards the street making him only shrug. They had almost gone the whole two miles to the arena without being stopped, almost. There were those few fans that were already standing in line waiting for the show to start tonight and insisted on an autograph or picture. Which of course he obliged. He had even signed the photo and smiled slightly at the sight of his daughter's wide grin in the picture.

Upon entering the backstage area of the arena he was greeted by numerous WWE Superstars and Divas. Well the Divas were mostly there because of Alanna. All the girls backstage kind of took turns doing the whole female role model thing in the little girl's life. Which he was really grateful for but AJ had tried taking the role a little far one time and he had to make it clear to every one of the female talent that he wasn't looking for anyone at the time which got mixed reviews to say the least. That's not to say that the more persistent ones gave up though. Hell right now AJ was practically eye fucking him. It wasn't that she wasn't a nice girl and all she was but he could honestly say he wasn't interested. There was only time for one girl in his life right now and that girl was now bouncing up and down on his shoulders to get him to let her down when she saw John and Nikki walking their way. As soon as he set Alanna on her feet she ran over to the older male getting swung up in a warm embrace in return.

"You still pissed at me?" John asked and all Randy did was shrug. He couldn't say that he was surprised about Cena losing his daughter last night but was he happy about it? No, plus it wasn't even the first time that it had happened.

"No not really but if you want to make it up to me you can watch her tonight during my match and I mean watch her. If you let her out of your sight again, I'll throttle you. Got me?" Yes it was a threat he was serious. Because what if the next time it isn't a fellow Superstar that finds her wandering around and he loses her for good? His world would crumble that's what. His friend nodded knowing he meant what he said then said that he'd catch up with him later, that he had to go get his script for tonight from one of the writers. And that was why Orton loved working with Punk. It assured that there would be no script for him to follow tonight. Him and Punk were still going to go over some of the main points for tonight though because as good as he was, he still would never be as good as Phil Brooks with coming up with witty replies on the fly.

When they got to the ring Orton was glad to see that nobody was already running their own match for tonight. He wasn't really the patient type. He set Alanna on the steel ring steps as he and Punk got in the ring and started to limber up. For some reason she loved watching him practice the moves and sometimes she would even join in or yell from her spot on the steps what move he should do although she didn't know the technical names for the moves she would try her best to describe them to him. It was funny to hear her tell him to put Punk in the 'thingy where you best his head like this then do the thingy'. Two hours later they were coming to an end and Randy decided to have a bit of fun with it and he went over to the corner pretending he was hurt.

"I think I need to tag in." He told his daughter who happily climbed into the ring and started hitting Punk's legs and being the good sport that he is he pretended it hurt. When he was down on the ground Alanna rolled her neck then fell to the ground mocking his viper persona and once he realized what she was trying to do as soon as Punk stood up, Randy grabbed the little girl and helped her reach the older man's head allowing her to give him the RKO, which his friend played along with again. She even pinned the Second City Saint with a fair one two three.

"I won daddy! I won!" Randy started laughing as he watched her run around the ring and climb the first turnbuckle. His laughter quickly vanished when he heard clapping then Alanna's question to the new man in the room.

"Did you see me Mister Jeff? I won."

"I did, congratulations Alanna. Looks like you learned a few things honey. Maybe one day you'll follow in your father's footsteps." When he said the last part the Rainbow Haired Warrior was looking directly at Orton with a smirk on his face. He knew how much he bugged the younger male and he loved it. Hell he relished in it. If his daughter wasn't here right now Randy might have actually gone after that smug son of a bitch right then. As an alternative though he just asked Alanna if she was thirsty and when she nodded her head vigorously he took her hand and lead her backstage to catering leaving Punk and the youngest Hardy alone. If Punk was smart he would try to talk his other friend out of being so reckless when it came to The Viper.

His match with CM Punk when about as well as one would hope in the business which meant that they both left the ring standing on their own considering Orton had ended up not guarding himself properly when thrown against the steel ring post and messed up his shoulder. His hypermobility was a bitch. Right now he was sitting in the trainer's room getting his shoulder set…again. By this time one would think he'd be used to it, but hearing that popping sound when it set back in the socket always made him cringe. He hadn't let Alanna come back here because he knew she would cry thinking he was seriously hurt but Cena's music cued up and he needed to get to her before he could go out. He asked Rios to hurry and tape him up and as soon as he did he was out the door. He made it just in time to see Cena walk through the curtain leaving Alanna on a technician box right by it. He couldn't say he blamed his friend either. He had no choice but to go out.

"You ready Lana?" The little girl looked around at the sound of her nickname and yawned widely.

"But I wanna watch Uncle John and Mister Jeff." Randy sighed, he wished she would just get over whatever it was she found so intriguing about Jeff Hardy.

"Have you done any of the school worked Miss Stephanie assigned you?" He asked her to which she just put her head down. Randy was actually lucky when it came to the whole school thing with his daughter. One of his close friends Paul Levesque, better known as Triple H or Hunter, had three daughters. One the same age as Alanna so his wife Stephanie decided to become an official homeschool teacher for her daughters and took his under her wing when she got old enough.

"I think you should don't you?" The little girl nodded her head and held out her arms so he could help her down from the technical cases. He took her back in his locker room and let her watch the rest of the match in there while he went to the bathroom to change into street clothes. When he came back she was already sound asleep on the couch. Picking her up gently he walked out of the room and almost ran into Punk.

"Hey I was just seeing if you wanted to walk back together." He said it awful loudly so Orton put a finger to his lips then pointed to the sleeping girl who's head was rested on his shoulder.

"Yeah just let me go get her a hoodie or something." He wanted to cover her up for two reasons; one in case it was even the slightest bit chilly outside and two so she wouldn't be too bothered by the lights while they walked. Punk just shrugged out of his own hoodie in response though and covered the sleeping girl with it. He was a lot nicer than people gave him credit for. Some people thought that he thought he was better than everybody else because he was 'Straight Edge' or whatever and yes he lived by that code of ethics but he in no way thought he was better than others. While walking to the back door of the arena so they could avoid all the fans out front, Randy almost bumped into Jeff who was just coming back victorious from his match with Cena. He wasn't in the mood to deal with him though so he just went about his business pretending the Charismatic Enigma didn't even exist. This would have worked better if he had just kept his mouth shut but no of course he didn't. Randy didn't even hear what he said exactly but he knew that his voice just annoyed the hell out of him. He was about do something but he couldn't with Alanna sleeping in his arms so instead he just cursed under his breath and looked at the older male.

"One day you're going to push him too far, man." He heard Punk warn and Jeff just laugh at the threat. The Voice of the Voiceless was right though and that day would come very soon.

"I don't know how you could be friends with him. He's just so damn annoying." Orton told him when he came back up beside the taller man.

"Funny he says the exact same thing about you."