Wow, thank you for the reviews, I didn't expect to get so many, thanks a bunch, and now, on to chapter 11.

Chapter 11: A Curious Randy Orton

~Raw, Fayetteville, NC~

Breanne sat backstage watching the monitors intensely. She was surprised at how deeply she was getting involved in the storylines. She had never been a huge wrestling fan and it seemed ironic to her that she now worked for the WWE, of all places.

However, now that she was around it more and required to be present at the live events, she found herself truly entertained by the show. It reminded her of a soap opera…only better. 'Probably because instead of beating around the bush like soap operas, the stars are aloud to beat the living Hell out of each other.' Breanne tilted her head in thought, 'Yeah, it's definitely the violence.' Breanne let out a little laugh.

"What's so funny?"

Breanne almost fell out of her chair at the sound of Eric's voice. "Oh nothing, I was just mentally comparing wrestling storylines to soap operas."

"Oh, and what did you find?" Eric was definitely entertained. However, he had found himself doing the same thing when he was younger. 'Funny how that works,' he thought.

"Well," Breanne laughed, "I found the reason I prefer wrestling……it's the violence. I think it's the fact that everyone is not only permitted but also paid to beat each other senseless. It's really quite entertaining."

"Yes, well we try. I'm glad to see you're finally enjoying your job," Eric was truly happy to see that things were going well for her now. She had seemed a little unsure the other week, but this week she had been more comfortable.

"Yah, me too. I was a little nervous at first. I thought I had gotten in over my head, but it's not so bad. I think I'm starting to get into the swing of things."

"That's good to hear," Eric sighed, 'and now back to business'. Breanne must have read his thoughts.

"And now it's time to tell me why you came to talk right?" Breanne had gotten accustomed to expecting an assignment every time she and Eric talked.

"Ah, only two weeks and you already know me so well," Eric smiled. "Sadly, you're right. I need you to cover Steve and I in the meetings this week. We're swamped with the tour. Although, I'm sure you know that since you put the schedules together."

Breanne sighed, "Yah, I had been expecting it. I'll cover ya'll this week, don't worry about a thing."

"Great, that's what I like to hear. Keep up the good work," Eric complimented as he turned and headed for the ring. It was time for one of his many cameos that night.

Breanne smiled as she made her way to her "dressing room, office place," as she had become accustomed to calling it. 'Wow, I can't believe I thought of such an ingenious name to call it. I mean, it's not like it's obvious or anything.' Breanne laughed at her thoughts, 'Since when did I become sarcastic or better yet, develop a sense of humor.' She smiled, 'I must be on a role.'

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Randy walked into catering with Ric and Bastista in tow. As usual, they were all on the same page, well sort of. They were all thinking about food, but Randy was thinking about Annie as well.

"Hey, what's up with the concentration?" Batista had noticed Randy's furrowed brow.

"Uh, what?" Randy looked up, "Oh, nothing. I'm just thinking about our match tonight."

"Yah, right. I've seen that look before, boy." Ric chimed in, "Who's the girl? Woooo." Ric couldn't help himself, he had to add the wooo. 'Ah to be young.' He loved being around the younger generations. They made him feel young again and he liked to be able to help.

"Hey, this is not about a girl," Randy swallowed hard, "it's…it's…uh…I…Damn it!" Randy slumped his shoulders, "Alright, alright, but it's not like what you two are thinking."

"Oh really? Then what are you thinking? Is it love?" Batista said the last word while batting his eye lashes, causing all three members of Evolution to bust out laughing.

Randy shook his head. For an intimidating guy like Batista to bat his eyelashes like a little girl, well, it was a sight, let's just leave it at that. It actually struck him as odd that such a scary looking dude could be so cool. He was actually a nice guy, Hell most of the scary ones were. Glen Jacobs, a.k.a. Kane, immediately came to mind. Here was a guy sweeter than Santa Clause playing the most scary, mean, evil guy on Raw. This business never ceased to amaze him.

"So c'mon, Randy, tell us about this girl you're not thinking about the way we think you're thinking about…yah." Batista laughed.

"Alright, first of all, she's just a friend. I'm just thinking about some of the crazy shit that happened last week. It was odd, but fun." Randy proceeded to tell them the whole story.

"Wow, sounds like quite an adventure you had there," Ric was thoroughly entertained by the whole story. It reminded him of courting his wife, he had been and still was very much in love with her and couldn't wait to see her tonight after the show. The thoughts brought a reminiscent smile to the legend's face.

"Yah, it was really fun. At first I thought she was all uptight, but she's the total opposite." Randy reflected.

"Yah, well, if you like her so much, why don't you ask her on a date?" Batista was loving how uncomfortable Randy was. 'This is so amusing.'

"It's not like that. We're just friends, and I really think it's better that way…for now."

Flair winked at his 'for now' comment, "I see." He knew all to well what Randy was going through. He also knew that Randy had to get over this whole 'just friends' thing before some one else snagged the new intern.

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Jon walked toward Breanne's office. He had been wanting to do this ever since he first saw her step foot into the building. He had finally decided to ask Breanne on a date. He had observed her for two weeks now, and she didn't seem to be dating anyone. He thought there might be something between her and Orton, but he wasn't sure. He was about to find out though. He knocked on her door.

Breanne looked up from her monitor, "Come in," she said. Jon from broadcasting walked in. "Oh, hey Jon. What brings you here? Am I needed some where?" She had noticed the way Jon looked at her. He liked her, and she didn't think he was too bad either.

"N-no, you aren't needed anywhere that I know of. I was just wondering if maybe you wanna……I don't know…maybe…um…grab some dinner after the show. You know, like a date." He stuttered some, but he had managed to get the words out. "That is if you're not already seeing some one."

Breanne knew he would ask sooner or later, but she didn't think it would be sooner. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to get to know him better. 'Ah, Hell, cut the guy a break.' "No, I'm not seeing someone, so… sure, it sounds like fun, but I have to be back at my hotel early tonight, I need to get to work on the ever useless event card."

"Sure. How about we meet here after the show and decide on where to go from there?"

"Okay, I'll see you in an hour then." Breanne confirmed.

"Okay, see you then," Jon said leaving the room. He had to keep himself from skipping back to the broadcasting trailer. (the broadcasting trailer, I think, is the trailer with all of the little televisions in it, so that is what I'm talking about when I say that, lol).

Breanne sighed as Jon left the room. In the back of her head she was wishing that it had been Randy that knocked on the door and asked her to dinner. She quickly reprimanded herself, ' I have go to stop thinking like that, I'll only cause myself more heartache. Why would some one like Randy want to be with me? He's untouchable to someone like me. He's everything I can never be or have. Jon is the safe bet. Jon is at least within my league. Randy and I could never be more than friends. That's the way it is, the way it will always be.'

Breanne let out another sigh. She touched her necklace, 'Yet,' She thought about last week and how kind he was toward her. She thought about the way he took her to her hotel that night and how he had asked her to dinner. Then she thought about her dreams and how everything had felt so real. Had it been real? She kept thinking about everything until finally she gave up, 'Damn it! Forget it already, Breanne! It's never going to happen! He's too good for you and you know it, so stop thinking about it!'

Knock-knock! "WHOOOAA," Breanne screamed and literally fell out of her chair when she heard the loud noise that interrupted her self-berating.

"Annie?" Randy peeked in the door to see Breanne on the floor. He couldn't help but smile. "Are you okay, I didn't mean to scare you." He was out right laughing as he approached her and held out his hand to help her up.

"Well maybe you should think about that before you go pounding away on people's doors," She said through clenched teeth. 'Speak or, well, think of the devil' she thought.

Breanne took Randy's hand and allowed him to pull her up. She let out a little smile, "Anyway, what did you need?"

"Oh, nothing, I just came by to say hi, ya know?" Randy had seen some guy leave her dressing room before his match and he was curious. He wanted to know what the guy wanted. He was just curious, not jealous, just curious. 'Yah right,' the evil little voice had to give it's two cents once again. 'What do you know idget?' Randy shot back to the little voice he called a conscience.

"Oh, really? Then what's with the look?" Breanne noticed his apprehensive expression.

"What look?" 'Shit.'

"The one you're giving me. Like you want to know something, but you're not sure if you should ask it." Breanne smirked, "I can see right through you, now ask me whatever you came here to ask."

Randy sighed in defeat, "I was just wandering about the guy that left here earlier. Um, he looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I've seen him. I thought maybe you could put me out of my misery before I went crazy trying to think of who it was." 'Liar, liar, pants on fire.' Randy could hear the melody playing over and over in his head.

"Oh, that was Jon from broadcasting," Breanne let out a laugh, "he actually came in here to ask me on a date. Can you actually believe that? I can't."

"He did?" Randy wasn't happy, but he had to pretend or Annie would see through him again. "Why is that so hard for you to believe?"

Breanne raised her eyebrows, "Well…I guess because I haven't been on a real date in… two or three years. I mean, I guess I just wasn't expecting it, ya know?"

"Two or three YEARS!?!" Randy was shocked.

"It's not that long is it?"

"Um, let me think…yes!" He let out a laugh. Then grew a little more serious, "Why so long?"

It was Breanne who looked shocked this time. "What do you mean? Look at me. I'm not attractive or anything, in fact, I'm pretty much ignorable." Breanne's tone made it sound like she was stating the obvious.

Randy couldn't believe his ears. She didn't think she was attractive or even noticeable for that matter. How could she think that? He didn't notice that he was moving closer to her…but she did. She also noticed the confused look on his face.

"Randy?" Breanne felt her heart beating faster. He was getting awfully close. "What's wrong?" She asked as he finally closed the space between them. If she was nervous when he began moving closer, she was a hell of a lot more nervous at where he stopped. She could smell his cologne mingled in with his sweat. He smelled so damn good. 'Stop thinking now!' Breanne's head was spinning, but she was brought out of her stupor when she felt Randy's hand on her chin.

Randy lifted her face to look her in the eyes when he said what he was about to say, "If you're so ignorable, then how is it that I notice you?"

"I-" was she could sputter before Randy cut her off.

"And if you're so unattractive," he paused and checked her out to emphasize his next point, "then why are you so beautiful?" He smiled when he saw Breanne's eyes shoot open. "Why are you so shocked? Isn't it obvious by now? Jon asks you on a date and now I'm spelling it out for you."

"I…it's just…nobody's ever said it before," Breanne's heart was doing flips. He thought she was beautiful. 'No. No way. He's just saying it all because he's my friend, that's all.'

"Well, now there's one person who has. And I'm sure that if you and Jon are going on that date, he's going to be saying it too. So you might as well get used to it." Randy paused, "Speaking of which, did you say yes to Jon. Are you two going on a date? You never did say." 'Please say no, please say no, please say-'

"Yes. I'm supposed to meet him after the show."

"Cool," Randy said as he casually backed away. He then looked at the clock, "Whoa, it's 11:05 already. You better get going. I've got some things I've got to do too."

"Oh, Shit! I completely forgot about the time," Breanne said turning to her desk to gather her papers. "I'm really glad you stopped by, please do it again."

"Well, I guess I could make a habit of it, but only if you promise to have some food in here next time."

Breanne laughed, "Deal."

"Cool, I'll see you around. Have fun tonight," he paused, "and be careful! Your Jon could be one of those weirdoes." He said laughing.

"Shut up! He's not a weirdo! If anyone's weird, it's you…yah. So there!" She never was good at insults.

Randy smirked at her lame attempt at an insult, "Nice try, but your comebacks could really use some help."

"Oh really? Well how's this for a comeback," she said, flipping him the bird as she walked toward the door.

"Better," he chuckled, "I'll see ya next week?"

"Yah," Annie smiled, "have a good night, Randy."

"You too."

Both exited the dressing room and went their separate ways: Randy headed to his hotel, because he had lied about having more important things to do and Breanne headed to the parking lot to meet up with Jon. Their thoughts, however, were still on each other.

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Okay, so there's your chapter 11! Hope you like it, tell me what you think. I'm thinking about making chapter twelve another reflective chapter similar to chapter 3, but I'm not sure if I should or if I should just wait until next Monday. Tell me what you think I should do. Review! Review! I want more! Lol.

Pammi