A/N: I just wanted to take a second to thank all of my wonderful reviewers! Stina, m4ever, Latisha C., Demoness Rikku, and gurl42069, thank you all so much for taking the timeto review my story! I appreciate it bunches and bunches! Anyways, as always, enjoy!

Oh, and, as always in all of my stories, Jeff Hardy is still in the company and the Raw and SmackDown rosters are combined.

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Chapter Four

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One Month Later

"Give her a bulldog." Tomko muttered to Trish. The blonde nodded, smirking, as she waited for the dazed Ember to stand up.

It was Ember's first WWE match, a small, eight minute match at a house show in Ohio. As soon as she had stood to full height, Trish hit her with a bulldog, driving her face into the mat. Unplanned, a stream of blood started to pour from Ember's nose.

"You fucking bitch," She muttered, attempting to wipe the blood off.

"Take it or leave it baby, it's part of being in the company." Trish replied through gritted teeth.

Ember narrowed her blue eyes at Trish.

"And this comes from someone who's greatest talent in the ring is a bulldog," Ember muttered before wrapping her arms around Trish's neck. She then placed a foot on her abdomen and flipped Trish over her, making her roll through the bottom ropes.

Before she knew what was going on, Tomko was in the ring. He picked her up and gave her a spine buster. The impact of the move took the breath out of her, especially since she wasn't expecting it at all. She lay there trying to catch her breath when Trish climbed back in and covered her for the one-two-three. Her music began playing and she celebrated triumphantly, as if it were actually her doing that won her the match.

As soon as air had rushed back into Ember's lungs, she began coughing violently. She rolled onto her side, letting her lungs adjust to breathing again.

Suddenly, a loud cheer erupted throughout the crowd. Ember turned her head, and saw Randy running towards the ring. He slid in and gently cradled the small girl in his arms as Trish and Tomko stood at the top of where the entrance ramp would've been had it been a show that would be televised. They began making pouty faces, mouthing 'Orton always gonna have to save you?'

The two laughed as they walked to the back. Randy and Ember glared after them. Then, Randy helped her up and held her hand up, as if she were the winner. So far, she had gone over fairly well with the crowd. She earned a good deal of cheers as Randy held her hand up. He then held the ropes open for her as she climbed out of the ring and the two walked to the back together.

"Great match," Randy said, hugging his girlfriend. She smiled and hugged him back, having to stand on her tiptoes to reach his neck.

"Thanks, babe." She replied, kissing his cheek. "I don't know what the hell Tomko's problem was though – that spine buster was totally unscripted. And it hurt like a bitch." She winced.

"And Trish completely botched her bulldog," Randy said. "You weren't supposed to land like you did, but I'm guessing it was her fault. It looks as though they were trying to break you in for the WWE…or something along those lines…" Randy trailed off, his eyebrows knitting together.

Ember looked at him curiously. "What do you mean? I've never heard of either of them breaking in any other superstars, especially in that nature. I can understand pranks in the back, but trying to break my nose and knocking the wind out of me, I just don't see how that's gonna break me in." She shook her head.

Randy shrugged. "For all we know, it could've just been Trish being a bitch."

That statement earned a laugh from Ember. Randy smiled, wrapping an arm around her slim waist.

"I need to go wash up," She said. Randy nodded and bent down, placing a soft kiss on her lips. The two then went separate ways, Ember to the woman's locker room to shower, and Randy off towards catering.

'Just my luck…' He thought, shaking his head as he observed the array of wrestlers in catering. Trish and Tomko were chatting aimlessly near the front of the room.

"Oh, hey Randy!" The fake blonde said, sauntering up to him.

"Hi, Trish." He replied, wanting to end the conversation at that.

"Did you see my match? I did wonderfully, didn't I?" Trish bragged, grinning widely.

"Except for the fact that you completely botched the bulldog you did and almost broke Ember's nose, and your little friend knocked the breath out of her." Randy replied, before walking off to talk to Amy, Freya, and Chris. Amy looked over at Trish, laughing at the statement Randy just made. Trish glared at her, her teeth grinding together.

"Come on, Tyson, let's go!" She squeaked angrily, as she and the Goat Man walked out of catering.

About fifteen minutes later, Ember rejoined Randy in catering. Her damp, brownish red hair was pulled into a high ponytail, with small wisps of hair loose around her face. She was dressed simply, in faded blue jeans, a light purple t-shirt, and purple Converse Chuck Taylors. She spied Randy sitting at a table with Amy, Chris, and Freya. She walked over to them, waving and smiling, before taking a seat next to Randy. Almost immediately, his hand slid underneath the table, taking her hand in his.

"Clubbing tonight. You in?" Amy asked. Ember shot a look at Randy, who shrugged slightly.

"Sure." She replied, nodding.

"Awesome. Meet us in the lobby of the hotel at ten." Amy said, before she stood up and walked off, no doubt to find Jeff.

"Wanna go ahead and get back to the hotel?" Randy asked, even though it was about six hours before they were due to go to the club. Ember nodded and the two told Chris and Freya that they'd see them later, and they headed back off towards the hotel.

They arrived at the hotel about thirty minutes later. Randy checked them in and they headed up to their room.

"This place is beautiful," Ember muttered, looking at the intricately decorated lobby.

"Wait until you see the rooms." Randy smiled as they caught the elevator up. He was absolutely right; their room nearly took Ember's breath away. The room was decorated in dark purple and silver colors, from the carpeting to the walls to the bed covers. She sat her bag down and unzipped it, pulling her shampoo from it.

"I'm gonna go take a bath. Did you see the bathtub? It's huge!" She said excitedly, before walking inside of the bathroom. She closed the door and began to run the water, while looking through the cabinets. She found a bottle of lavender scented bubble bath, and proceeded to empty a healthy amount of it from the bottle into the bath. It became extra bubbly, just the way she liked it.

When the water level got high enough, she shut it off and stripped down, before climbing in the warm water. She lay back, closing her eyes and relaxing.

No more than five minutes later, there was a knock at the bathroom door.

"Come in," She said. Randy walked in, smiling.

"Hey, beautiful." He said, leaning down and kissing her forehead.

"Hey yourself." She grinned, looking up at him. "Get lonely without me?" She teased. He fake pouted.

"How did you guess?" He grinned.

"I'm just good like that." She said, mocking triumph.

"Yeah, yeah." Randy laughed. She grinned and sat up further, the water pushing away from her body as she placed her hand on the back of Randy's head, pulling him close to her for a kiss. He parted her lips with his tongue as they kissed, breaking the passionate lock only so that Randy could remove his shirt.

"You sure about this?" He asked. She just nodded and proceeded to help Randy out of his blue jeans. Ember's nails raked across Randy's bare back as he climbed into the bathtub with her, the two continuing to kiss before a flurry of passion overtook them.

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After their 'playtime' in the bathtub, the two wandered into the main part of the hotel room. They figured they'd lay around, maybe watch some television until it was time to get ready to go clubbing. Randy slid on a pair of tight black boxer briefs, and Ember dug out a pair of lacy boy short panties and a camisole that she put on before getting into the bed beside Randy.

Deciding that she was cold, she pulled the comforter up over her body and snuggled up against Randy, her head resting on his bare chest. Before he knew it, she had fallen asleep. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her sleeping figure. She curled up as she slept, her face tucked down with her arms up next to it, and her knees pulled up to her chest.

Randy let her sleep until they needed to get ready.

"Ember, baby…wake up." He muttered, shaking her slightly. She blinked her sapphire colored eyes open, looking up at him with a smile.

"Sorry I fell asleep. You wore me out." She giggled. Randy just smiled and leaned down, kissing her gently. She sat up and stretched, then got up, searching through her suitcase for proper clubbing attire. She settled on a short black pleated skirt, a pink and black corset top, and chunky pink and black sandals that laced up her ankles. She changed quickly and brushed her hair out, then applied a tiny bit of makeup. Randy wore blue jeans and a black button-up shirt. It didn't take them long at all to get ready to go, and they closed and locked the door behind them, ready to meet Amy, Jeff, Freya, and Chris in the lobby.

Luckily for Trish, she had found out about their plans tonight…and she had a plan of her own.