Hey I'm Cutted and this is my first fanfiction so please be nice. I do not
own any of the WWE superstars, but I do own the character Anna, so please
don't use her.
Happy Reading!
Chapter 1. Unlikely Feelings
Eric Bischoff flipped through the scattered papers on his desk trying to organize the mess he had begun to make. The new WWE talent profiles were what he was reviewing before they started Monday Night Raw that night; he jumped slightly out of his chair hearing a loud knock on his office door.
"Who ever you are come in!" He shouted at the door while wiping sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. Randy Orton strolled confidently into the office looking around curiously; he smiled at Eric before taking a seat in the black leather chair in front of his desk. Eric greeted Randy with a large grin, holding out his hand for the young superstar to shake.
"What can I do for you?" He pushed the contents of his cluttered desk to one side and folded his arms quickly. Randy glanced at the papers momentarily before he told Eric about Evolution. "The guys treat me very well, and let's face it, I'm the intercontinental champion." He patted the belt around his muscular waist while brushing off his very expensive designer pants. Eric nodded in agreement and motioned for Randy to continue.
"But, I feel that I need a new challenge, something that could help you become less stressed out. Partying is what Evolution does best, however, when is the last time you partied, Mr. Bischoff?" Randy asked him. Before he had entered Bischoff's office, Orton had decided that Eric could be persuaded in letting him be general manager of Raw for that night, or at least that is what he had in mind. He was simply asking to relieve Eric of his duties for that one night so Evolution could put there plan into full swing.
Eric thought about what Randy had said for a few moments before coming to a helpful conclusion. He searched for a piece of paper under the scattered profiles eagerly, some of the papers flying off the desk and onto the carpeted floor. Finding what he was looking for, Eric glanced at the name and phone number, and then proceeded to dial on his cell phone. Randy became curious and tried to see what was on the written piece of paper. He leaned over slowly, his eyes focusing on the paper. It read: Anna #678-4453 "Hello, Anna? Yes it is me. About your arrival later on tonight, I will have some one pick you up from the hotel." Eric spoke clearly into phone, listening to the women's voice on the other end. "Be sure to be ready so you can get here for the show. I have to go right now but I will see you soon. I love you too. Alright, goodbye." Eric pressed the "end" button on his cell phone and placed it back in his pants pocket. He then turned to Randy with a slight smile on his face.
"That was my daughter Anna, she has come to visit me on vacation and I forgot about her transportation in getting to the arena. I suppose she could take a taxi, however I will know she is safe with you. Her hotel is on 3rd avenue just across from the Starbucks, and she is waiting for you." He smiled slightly at the look of shock on Randy's face and stood up gesturing for him to leave. Randy nodded quickly and exited the office heading for the parking lot. The truth was, Randy didn't think babysitting would be something a man like Eric Bischoff would ask of him, and a daughter? He had never mentioned a daughter. If she looked anything like Eric, he was in for a long night.
Randy found his green mustang parked close to the exit. He unlocked the door quickly and climbed into the driver's seat pausing to check the time. He had fifteen minutes to drive to the hotel and get back with Anna before Raw began. He started the car and sped down Main Street, looking for the sign to turn onto 3rd avenue. Quickly turning around the corner he spotted the sign above a stone building that read: The Plaza Hotel.
The valet greeted him eagerly smiling at the Mustang Randy had just stepped out of. "Don't even think about it." Randy chuckled and slid the keys into his leather jacket before heading through the front doors into the Lobby. He spotted Anna at once sitting on a beige sofa flipping through a magazine. She looked absolutely beautiful and for a moment Randy just stared at her from a far. She had shoulder-length light brown hair and piercing green eyes that reflected the light when she blinked. She was wearing a jean skirt that stretched just above her knees and a plain white tank top which fit snuggly around her upper body. Her long legs were crossed at her ankles and her worn blue sneakers were tied in double bows. Randy walked slowly towards her and waited until she noticed he was staring at her. After a few moments she put down the magazine and smiled at him wide.
"Hi." She stood up slowly and brushed her skirt off with her other hand. "Anna? I'm Randy Orton, I've very pleased to meet you." He extended his hand and smiled at her too as she took it and shook it politely. "I am too." She looked him up and down, tilting her head to one side. "You're a wrestler aren't you?" He noticed a twinkle in her eyes and nodded gesturing towards the door he entered in. "That I am. My car is parked in front, if you would like to get going. The show should be starting soon." He placed his hand on the small of her back and steered her outside beside his car. He opened the door allowing her to slide into the passenger seat. She ran her hand along the leather interior and began wondering what kind of wrestler Randy was. Her father mentioned Randy Orton a couple of times and how he belonged to Evolution, the group of wrestlers her father liked the best. But Randy seemed sweet and caring, qualities Anna knew her father wasn't fond of. She shrugged to herself watching as Randy secured his seat belt and started up the car. They drove off towards the Arena, and drove into the parking lot just in time. During the drive the two of them talked about there families and what was expected for the show that night.
They both walked down the hallway towards Eric Bischoff's office, when they turned a corner they bumped into Ric Flair who was walking to the ring. "There you are kid; I was wondering if you were with that blonde that called earlier." He stopped joking around and looked at Anna with interest. "On the other hand brunettes are fun too." Ric drawled at Anna, pushing Randy lightly on his shoulder with the heal of his hand. Randy coughed nervously glaring at Ric.
"This is Anna Bischoff, Mr. Bischoff's daughter." Ric stood slightly shocked at what Randy had just said then broke into a wide grin. "In that case, it is a real pleasure to meet you Ms. Bischoff, but I should be going. Triple H said something about our match coming up." Ric smiled at both of them and turned to walk in the other direction. Anna laughed to herself, before she turned to Randy. "Well you should probably get ready for your match and I have to talk to my father before the show starts. So I will see you later." Anna paused a moment before quickly kissing Randy on the cheek. He looked taken aback and stumbled backward a bit, watching her walk into the office door. He didn't expect her to do anything to him, never mind, kissing him. He pressed the spot on his cheek and grinned a bit. She was sure something else.
Chapter 1. Unlikely Feelings
Eric Bischoff flipped through the scattered papers on his desk trying to organize the mess he had begun to make. The new WWE talent profiles were what he was reviewing before they started Monday Night Raw that night; he jumped slightly out of his chair hearing a loud knock on his office door.
"Who ever you are come in!" He shouted at the door while wiping sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. Randy Orton strolled confidently into the office looking around curiously; he smiled at Eric before taking a seat in the black leather chair in front of his desk. Eric greeted Randy with a large grin, holding out his hand for the young superstar to shake.
"What can I do for you?" He pushed the contents of his cluttered desk to one side and folded his arms quickly. Randy glanced at the papers momentarily before he told Eric about Evolution. "The guys treat me very well, and let's face it, I'm the intercontinental champion." He patted the belt around his muscular waist while brushing off his very expensive designer pants. Eric nodded in agreement and motioned for Randy to continue.
"But, I feel that I need a new challenge, something that could help you become less stressed out. Partying is what Evolution does best, however, when is the last time you partied, Mr. Bischoff?" Randy asked him. Before he had entered Bischoff's office, Orton had decided that Eric could be persuaded in letting him be general manager of Raw for that night, or at least that is what he had in mind. He was simply asking to relieve Eric of his duties for that one night so Evolution could put there plan into full swing.
Eric thought about what Randy had said for a few moments before coming to a helpful conclusion. He searched for a piece of paper under the scattered profiles eagerly, some of the papers flying off the desk and onto the carpeted floor. Finding what he was looking for, Eric glanced at the name and phone number, and then proceeded to dial on his cell phone. Randy became curious and tried to see what was on the written piece of paper. He leaned over slowly, his eyes focusing on the paper. It read: Anna #678-4453 "Hello, Anna? Yes it is me. About your arrival later on tonight, I will have some one pick you up from the hotel." Eric spoke clearly into phone, listening to the women's voice on the other end. "Be sure to be ready so you can get here for the show. I have to go right now but I will see you soon. I love you too. Alright, goodbye." Eric pressed the "end" button on his cell phone and placed it back in his pants pocket. He then turned to Randy with a slight smile on his face.
"That was my daughter Anna, she has come to visit me on vacation and I forgot about her transportation in getting to the arena. I suppose she could take a taxi, however I will know she is safe with you. Her hotel is on 3rd avenue just across from the Starbucks, and she is waiting for you." He smiled slightly at the look of shock on Randy's face and stood up gesturing for him to leave. Randy nodded quickly and exited the office heading for the parking lot. The truth was, Randy didn't think babysitting would be something a man like Eric Bischoff would ask of him, and a daughter? He had never mentioned a daughter. If she looked anything like Eric, he was in for a long night.
Randy found his green mustang parked close to the exit. He unlocked the door quickly and climbed into the driver's seat pausing to check the time. He had fifteen minutes to drive to the hotel and get back with Anna before Raw began. He started the car and sped down Main Street, looking for the sign to turn onto 3rd avenue. Quickly turning around the corner he spotted the sign above a stone building that read: The Plaza Hotel.
The valet greeted him eagerly smiling at the Mustang Randy had just stepped out of. "Don't even think about it." Randy chuckled and slid the keys into his leather jacket before heading through the front doors into the Lobby. He spotted Anna at once sitting on a beige sofa flipping through a magazine. She looked absolutely beautiful and for a moment Randy just stared at her from a far. She had shoulder-length light brown hair and piercing green eyes that reflected the light when she blinked. She was wearing a jean skirt that stretched just above her knees and a plain white tank top which fit snuggly around her upper body. Her long legs were crossed at her ankles and her worn blue sneakers were tied in double bows. Randy walked slowly towards her and waited until she noticed he was staring at her. After a few moments she put down the magazine and smiled at him wide.
"Hi." She stood up slowly and brushed her skirt off with her other hand. "Anna? I'm Randy Orton, I've very pleased to meet you." He extended his hand and smiled at her too as she took it and shook it politely. "I am too." She looked him up and down, tilting her head to one side. "You're a wrestler aren't you?" He noticed a twinkle in her eyes and nodded gesturing towards the door he entered in. "That I am. My car is parked in front, if you would like to get going. The show should be starting soon." He placed his hand on the small of her back and steered her outside beside his car. He opened the door allowing her to slide into the passenger seat. She ran her hand along the leather interior and began wondering what kind of wrestler Randy was. Her father mentioned Randy Orton a couple of times and how he belonged to Evolution, the group of wrestlers her father liked the best. But Randy seemed sweet and caring, qualities Anna knew her father wasn't fond of. She shrugged to herself watching as Randy secured his seat belt and started up the car. They drove off towards the Arena, and drove into the parking lot just in time. During the drive the two of them talked about there families and what was expected for the show that night.
They both walked down the hallway towards Eric Bischoff's office, when they turned a corner they bumped into Ric Flair who was walking to the ring. "There you are kid; I was wondering if you were with that blonde that called earlier." He stopped joking around and looked at Anna with interest. "On the other hand brunettes are fun too." Ric drawled at Anna, pushing Randy lightly on his shoulder with the heal of his hand. Randy coughed nervously glaring at Ric.
"This is Anna Bischoff, Mr. Bischoff's daughter." Ric stood slightly shocked at what Randy had just said then broke into a wide grin. "In that case, it is a real pleasure to meet you Ms. Bischoff, but I should be going. Triple H said something about our match coming up." Ric smiled at both of them and turned to walk in the other direction. Anna laughed to herself, before she turned to Randy. "Well you should probably get ready for your match and I have to talk to my father before the show starts. So I will see you later." Anna paused a moment before quickly kissing Randy on the cheek. He looked taken aback and stumbled backward a bit, watching her walk into the office door. He didn't expect her to do anything to him, never mind, kissing him. He pressed the spot on his cheek and grinned a bit. She was sure something else.