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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 Savannah.. Wish I owned Randy and Dave, but thats okay.. WWE owns just about everyone in this story ..
A/N: Thank you for the reviews :D Here chapta 3
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I pull my hair back into a tight ponytail as I smile in the mirror, and then over at Torrie who's getting ready next to me. I fix my jean mini skirt as I pull down my baby blue lacy fly-away tank top that opens and is see-through from my boobs down. "Are you girls ready in there yet?"
"Just about, Dave. Chill." I roll my eyes as Torrie smiles over at me. I life my foot up onto the toilet seat and pull up my knee high black boots. I reach into my duffle bag and grab my Adidas perfume and spray on a little bit, before tossing it back into my bag. "You ready, Tor?" She nods as I toss my bag over my shoulder as I open the bathroom door, and walk out as Dave grabs my and pulls me out of the locker room, followed by Randy, Torrie, her husband, Billy Kidman, Rey Mysterio, Michelle McCool, and Joy Giovanni. I stop Dave, as I jump on his back. Dave runs down the hall, full-speed towards the parking lot.
We get out to the parking lot as Dave lets me down. I turn around and see everyone else coming. "Orton, hurry your pretty boy ass up!" Dave unlocks his and Randy's rental car, as I toss my duffle bag in the trunk, as does Dave. Randy and Michelle walk over to our car as Joy and Rey go over to Torrie and Billy's car.
Dave gets in the drivers' side and starts the car as we head off to the club. I turn the radio and search through the stations in search of a classic rock channel. I find one and stick to, and turn it up a little bit more as Dave reaches over to change the channel. I grab his hand and shake my head as I place his hand back onto his knee. "Don't mess with my music, David, especially when Pink Floyd is playing."
"Sorry, Van." I smile over at Dave as Randy places his hand on my shoulder. Chill, it's just a really, really, really hott guy touching me.
"Get used to it, Savannah.." I look back towards him, raising my eyebrow a little bit, "he'll be doing that a lot, especially on the trip to the next show."
"I think he knows enough to not change it again." I turn from Randy to Dave who smiles over at me. "And what makes you think I'm gunna be on the road with two hott, single guys on the way to Cleveland?" Of course I'll ride with them on the way to Cleveland.
I stick my tongue out at Randy as I face front all the way. "Randy, why do you want her to ride with you. Why not me? You've never once asked my to ride with you guys." Orton, you can tell the girl likes you, but you got yourself into this mess.
I roll my eyes as I look over at Dave, who has a smirk of his own across his face, as I continue to listen to the conversation going on in the back seat. "Well, you wouldn't wanna be stuck with Calloway and Guerrero, arguing over Spanish music and country music. And then listening to old stories, please. I've been there before, and it isn't too much fun. Plus, you don't wanna leave Joy alone, right?"
"I guess, but I do want to ride with you one time." I look over at Dave and do the motion to throw-up. He just laughs it off as I smile and rest my head on the window. I pull down the mirror and look at Randy in the backseat, just staring out the window.
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Dave parks the car out back of a huge club downtown, named 'Apollo' as he looks over at me, with a slight smile on his face. "You ready for cameras, Vannah?"
"I really have no choice, do I?"
"Nope." I smile back at Randy. "I'll carry you over my shoulder in there if I have to. It's one of those kind of nights where Dave and I go out and get plastered. It's a tradition."I laugh a little bit as we open our doors. I pull the hood of my sweatshirt down a little bit, to cover my face a little bit as I get out of the car. I slide my arm into Dave's as we walk into the club, trying to ignore the cameras.
Michelle waits back for Joy as Dave, Randy, and I right over to the bar. Dave catches one of the bartenders' attention, as I turn mine to Randy. "So, Randy. Michelle seems to have a thing for you."
"Ya, but she isn't my type at all. And she tries to hard to get my attention, or to get close to me." Not his type, then what exactly is his type, and am I it?
"Is it true that your types are all one night stands?" 'Cuz if so, you're looking at the wrong 'gal.. Even though, I bet you are pretty good- okay, stop thinking about Randy in bed.
A smile makes its way across his face as he shakes his head 'no'. "It's funny, everyone thinks so, but I'm actually looking for commitment." Damn, this man keeps getting better and better. "It's just women who come up to me, only do cuz I'm Randy Orton." Strike 1. Egotistical is a no-no.
"Understandable, I guess." Not actually.. But it sounded good.
"Well what about guys that approach you? Do they 'cuz you're Mark Calloway's daughter?"
"Not usually, since I don't brag about it, I don't live off of his name, and I don't have his last name. I don't have my mom's either, cuz she changed it when she got remarried.." The bartender places six shot glasses of tequila in front of us as I smile over at Dave as a thank-you. We each pick up one, and do a cheers in the middle before we down them. We do the same for the next round, and the six rounds after that.
Dave goes off after a little redhead he's had his eye on since we got here, as Randy whispers in my ear. "Come dance with me, Van." I nod as Randy offers his hand, which I smile and take. He leads me out onto the dance floor as he stops when we're just about in the middle, as he lets go of my hand. He wraps one arm around my waist, as I reach up and wrap one of my arms around his neck and start dancing pretty close with him. Damn Savannah.. Know the guy for a couple hours and you're already dancing like this with him. With John it took you about 3 weeks.
I turn around and place his hands on the top of my skirt, by the front pockets as I start to grind with him. I can feel his hands move down my thighs a little bit, closer and closer to the middle of my legs. Wow, a little soon, but for some reason, I'm going with it. He turns me around with a huge smirk on his face as he places one arm around my waist, and then place his other hand on my face. I slowly look up at Randy and catch his crystal baby blue eyes. It's like everything's in slow motion as he smiles down at me, and nods a little bit, before leaning down with his face right in front of mine. Randy leans a lot closer and captures my lips in a heated lip lock in the center of the dance floor.
Damnit Orton, you are on amazing kisser. What am I saying? I'm probably the thousandth person to say this, or at least the millionth to dream about this. The feeling of Randy's lips on mine is such an amazing feeling, but when I slowly let him slip in his tongue into my mouth, it becomes completely irresistible. After letting him play around with my tongue ring for a few seconds, he slowly pulls away, but goes back in quickly for another quick kiss, before pulling away in a full search of air. I look up at him, with a completely drained look on my face, but with a smile there as well.
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About 10 shots, 2 Coronas, and 3 bloody mary mixers later, I sit at the bar with Randy on my left and Michelle and Joy on my right, talking to two random guys they met earlier. I reach for my strawberry daiquiri on the bar and take a sip of it. I feel someone grab my sides as I turn around and see Dave and the redhead from earlier standing there. "Call Eddie.. I told your dad we wouldn't drive if we got drunk, so call him, instead of your dad."
I nod as the redhead pulls Dave back onto the dance floor as Randy reaches over and takes my hand. I turn back to him as he leans over, giving me a quick peck on the lips. I let go of his hand as I stand up on the bar and start dancing around. I smile and point down towards Randy with a smile on my face. I motion for him to join me as he shakes his head and offers me his hand, to help me down. I shake my head no as I walk over to the pole at the end of the bar and start pole-dancing.
Randy calls Dave over, as he tries as well, to talk me into getting off of the bar. "Savannah Rae- get down, you can see up your skirt." I roll my eyes and take one of Dave's hands and one of Randy's as I hop off of the bar. Randy wraps both arms around my waist as he leans down and kisses me softly.
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"Thanks Uncle Eddie.."
"No problem, Savannah. I'll help you back to your room."
"Nah. I'm gunna stay with them tonight, ya know so I have someone there to hold my hair out of my face when I'm throwing up my brains tomorrow morning, or afternoon..." I start yawning as I lean against the wall next to the door. "...or whenever I get up. But don't tell Dad, okay?"
"For my favorite 'niece' I won't. But keep your phone on, I think your Dad said something about calling you before he goes to his autograph signing. No sleeping with either of those two, either."
"Don't worry, Eddie.. I'm sleeping on the couch." I hear Dave call from inside the hotel room. No you aren't. Whatever, let's just make Uncle Eddie think that. I smile before hugging Eddie as I walk into Randy and Dave's room. I shut the door behind me as I look over at Randy, who's starting to undress and get ready for bed.
"Hey, Rans." I watch him look up from his suitcase, as I lean against the wall, yawning again. "Can I borrow a t-shirt from you?"
"Sure babe." he reaches into his bag as he pulls out a RKO.: Destiny t-shirt as he tosses it to me. I place it down on one of the beds and slowly slip off my shirt, and toss it over towards Randy. He tosses it into his suitcase as I slip on his t-shirt, and then slowly slip off my skirt.
I lay down on one of the beds, the one I think might be Randy's as I see Dave standing in between the beds, shaking his head at me. "Vannah, the other bed is Randy's." I smile and get up, before falling onto Randy's bed. Randy unzips my boots and takes them off for me, as he grabs my skirt and places the three things next to his bag.
Randy lays down next to and wraps his arms around me as he starts to kiss the back of my neck. "I'm gunna feel this in the morning." I'm not much of a morning person, but the night after I go out partying, which is about 5 days a week, I always feel it the next day. It's pretty funny when I have classes the next day at 11. I sigh and reach down, and take Randy's hand, which is placed on my thigh, before falling asleep.
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A/N: Thank you for the reviews.. It might be a little while before I have ch. 4 up.. Sorry, but my computer at home isn't working, and I only have my friend, Emily's house to type it up at since I leave here tomorrow.. Please R&R though.
--Lysi