Title: Against The Odds
Author: Lysi a.k.a. Psychotic Chic
Rating: T
Category: Romance, Drama
Pairings: None Yet
Summary: Savannah is on the road with Randy Orton and her father. Thing is, her dad hates Randy's guts, and Michelle McCool tries anything to tear Randy and Savannah apart, so she can be with Randy. She goes as far as trying to actually kill Savannah.
Disclaimer: I own Savanna, and we all know I wish I owned that hott piece of ass, Randy Orton.. Batista would work too.
A/N: Ooh.. Thank you for the reviews.. It may be 2 as of right now, but still.. Love 'em.
"Savannah, hurry up in there! I have 20 minutes to get to the show." I roll my eyes at Dad calling for me from inside my hotel room. I smile in the mirror as I tuck my bangs back behind my ears.
"Daddy, I'm coming." I smirk a little before fixing the tie in the back of my grey belly shirt, and then fix the belt on my loose pair of Levi's. I walk out of the bathroom, and see Dad leaning back against the closet door.
I watch him as he shakes his head and stands up tall, as I return his dissatisfied look with a smirk. "I could have sworn I told you before you went in there to get changed that I said no belly shirts."
I smile up at him before answering his question. "Well, we all know that if I go change, it'll be another 20, maybe 30 minutes, before we can leave. Ya know, I have to find another shirt, and then change, and fix my make-up to match that shirt."
"Grab a shirt and bring it with you. One of probably the same color so you don't have to 'change your make-up'. I roll my eyes and reach into one of my suitcases and pull out a black racer-back tank top, and then I grab my purse and cd player. I grab my duffle bag I filled with clothes for the club tonight as we start walking out of my hotel room, and just as I shut the door, Dad turns back to me on the way to the elevators.
Give me one of your keys, Van,"
I roll my eyes and look up at him, raising my eyebrow a little bit. "I have an idea. No."
"Savannah Rae, key."
"No. You have to learn to trust me. I'm 21 years old, not that little 15 year old that would come on the road with you." We reach the elevator as I lean against the wall, looking up at Dad. "You gotta stop worrying about me, it might not be good for your health, with you being, how old?"
"Funny, Savannah." I smile up at him as he hits the down button for the elevator. "I do trust you, but some other guys I just don't. You're my little, no, you're my only daughter. "
The doors open as I get in followed by Dad, as I lean into the corner of the elevator. "I'm gunna probably go out tonight with a few of the guys after the show. And this year, you cant tell me I can't drink, 'cuz I can."
"Fine, but I'm talking to Dave before you guys go, since I know when your on the road with me, you rarely go anywhere without him."
"What did I tell you about trust, dad?"
I wander down the hallway since Dad's talking to Teddy Long in his locker room about his match tonight against Muhammad Hassan. I look down for a second at my nails, and by accident bump into some.
I get a little bit scared as I look up and see Randy Orton standing there, staring down at me. "Randy, listen, I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry, it's not a problem." I smile up at him, but inside, I might as well say I'm jumping for joy. He's hott, gorgeous, yummy-delicious? Did I just say that? "As I guess you know, I'm Randy Orton." I notice him putting his hand out for me to shake, as I think a small smile is making its way across my lips.
I shake his hand as I notice a slight smile/smirk cross his face. "Savannah Carmichael."
"Are you a new diva around here? We seem to be getting a new one every week." Oh my God! Randy Orton thinks I'm good enough to be a new diva around here.
"Actually, no." I notice we've been shaking hands for about a minute now as I slowly take my hand back. "I'm on the road with my dad for the summer."
"Rando!" I see Randy look behind me, as I get a little bit curious and turn around a little bit to see who called him. I stop dead in my tracks as I see who it is. Dave.
A huge smile makes its way across my face as I run down the hall towards Dave, jumping into his arms a little bit. Okay, so I am like a 5 year old seeing her daddy after a week, or whatever, but its been about 4 maybe 5 months since I've seen Dave. I jump back down as he wraps his arm over my shoulder as we walk back over to Randy. Good job, Vannah, leave one of the hottest men in the world to go see your best friend. I think it sounds a little better than it should.
"Are you on the road with your Dad again for the summer?"
I shrug and try to think up the most smart-ass comeback. "Nah, I figured I'd fly out to Chicago, and stay just for one night, one show." I watch Dave raise his eyebrow a little as he shakes it head. "I'm kidding.. Ya I'm here for the summer. Going on year number 7 or 8, maybe 9.. I don't remember."
"Wait, Dave, you know her?"
"Ya, she's Marks daughter. She comes almost every summer on the road with her dad." Ooh I think we hit a bad bump in the road with Randy. Now I remember, Randy and Dad don't exactly get along, to say the least.
"Mark, as in 'Taker?"
I nod a little bit before looking down at my watch and notice I'm a few minutes late on the way back to Dad's locker room. "Listen, if you guys are going out tonight, I was just wondering if I could go out with you. It's either that or be stuck with Dad and Uncle Eddie for the night." I watch Dave nod, and then I turn to Randy who nods as well. "Okay, Dave, can you talk to Dad for me. He doesn't seem to trust me, especially now that I can drink, well drink legally. I've had enough of his lectures for one day."
"Sure, I'll head in after his match with Hassan is over."
"Thanks.. Call my cell when you guys, and whoever else is coming out tonight are ready." They nod as I turn and walk down the hall, back to Dad's locker room. Oh God is that Randy Orton gorgeous in person, or what? I smile to myself as I reach Dad's room, and take a deep breath before walking in.
A/N: yup, 2 chapters in 2 days.. I'm gunna try getting ch. 3 of this and getting Face the Music, ch1 and 2, posted. Don't fgorget to r&r.
-- Lysi