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Chapter 2

Jordan knocked on Eric Bischoff's door and her first thought was that he wasn't in his office. But as she turned and sighed, the door flew open.

"Hi, you must be Jordan, correct?" the man she assumed to be Eric asked as he took her appearance in. 'She'll fit in perfectly around here,' he thought with a smile.

"Yes, that's me," she said turning around. "You're Mr. Bischoff, right? I would really hate to be late and at the wrong office," Jordan replied with a small laugh.

"The one and only," he said chuckling. "But please, call me Eric. And don't worry you're not that late," he chuckled. "Please come in."

She blushed as Eric moved aside to lead her into the room.

'He's nicer than I expected,' Jordan thought. 'From what I've heard of his character I expected him to be, well, a jackass.'

Jordan set her belongings next to the chair that Eric was holding out for her and sat down, crossing her legs. Eric moved around the desk and sat down looking directly at her.

"I would first like to say that it is a pleasure to meet you Jordan, but now that the formalities are done with, I would like to explain your responsibilities a little more in-depth to you. Is that ok?" Eric asked frankly.

"Yes, that's fine with me. I'm excited about getting started," Jordan said enthusiastically.

"Well, I'm glad. I am sure you will be an asset to the WWE team. Now basically your job will consist of booking venues, keeping up with my schedule and itinerary, maintaining records and file, and things of that liking. Occasionally though, you will be asked to take meeting with some of the superstars or crew. Sometimes, also, little odd jobs will arise that you will have to take care of for me, but I am more than certain that you can handle it all. Does that sound doable Ms. Ryan?

"Absolutely, Mr. Bischoff. I would like to thank you for putting such faith in me, when all you had to go by was my resume and my father's word. I really appreciate it," Jordan said honestly.

"What did I say about the Mr. Bischoff thing? It's Eric. Around here it a very informal atmosphere," he said looking at her business suit. "Trust me that there is no need to dress so formally. You will find most people, not in costume, running around here in track suits and sweats. Most everyone is really friendly and laidback, so just be yourself and have fun with it. As long as you get the job done, we will have no problems," he said with a smile. "Now, I hate to run out on you your first night, but I have some business to take care of at the moment. Just take tonight to watch the show and get acquainted with everyone. I will catch up with you later and we will discuss this a little more, okay? You can stay in here to watch the show if you like, or feel free to wander around a little," Eric said.

"Thank you, Eric. It was a pleasure meeting you and I can't wait to get started," Jordan said sincerely. She was honestly looking forward to working in such a fast-paced world.

"Likewise, Ms. Ryan. And remember to have a little fun, will ya?" He said with a laugh. He could tell right away that she worked way too hard.

Jordan smiled as he left the office. 'This is definitely going to work out,' she thought with a grin. She got up from her chair and went around Eric's desk to turn on the television. She decided that she might as well watch a little of the show to see some of the people she would be working with. She turned on the television and sat down on the couch that was adjacent to it. Sighing, she took off the high heeled shoes that had been killing her all night. As she sat back and focused on the TV, she realized it was the jerk from early who was currently speaking in the ring. She turned up the volume to hear what he was saying. All she caught was something about older man, who she recognized from engagements with her father to be Ric Flair, being better than something called Evolution. 'Whatever the heck that means,' she thought.

'Well this should be interesting,' she thought looking at the rude man from earlier. She now had the chance to fully look at him and quite frankly, the rest of him was as gorgeous as his eyes had been. 'No,' she mentally scolded herself. 'You are not allowed to think that complete jackass is hot, absolutely not.' 'But he is,' the other side of her quipped back. 'Okay, this is sad. I am arguing with myself about a guy I don't even know.' Jordan thought as she went back to watching the show. It quickly went to commercial and Jordan decided that she should really quit thinking about the guy from earlier and wander around a little bit, before she went completely insane.

As Jordan opened the door to leave, she noticed her black heels haphazardly lying on the floor next to the couch. 'Oh well,' she thought. Her jacket had long since been discarded with the shoes, so she was left just in her black shirt and blue button down shirt. 'Might as well be comfy,' she thought with a smile, grabbing her purse. Jordan walked around for a bit taking in the atmosphere that is a WWE event before spotting a set of vending machines lining a nearby wall. 'Oh heck yeah! Caffeine!' she thought with a huge grin. She settled on a Dr. Pepper and pushed the button at least five times before she noticed, much to her chagrin, that the machine was not dispensing the caffeinated goodness she had been craving. 'Perfect!" she thought sarcastically, 'just when the day is going good.' Now Jordan could have easily gotten more change out of her purse, but instead she decided to take out her momentary frustration on the poor, unsuspecting vending machine. She was in the middle of hitting it for the third time with her palm, when a familiar and irritatingly smooth male voice interrupted her tirade.

"You know, I hate to break it you, but the vending machine doesn't actually have feelings," the voice said.

Jordan turned around slowly to see the grinning face of the hot jerk from earlier. 'Not hot jerk, just jerk,' she mentally told herself. 'What did Stacy say his name was? Oh yeah, Randy. Even the name sounds cocky,' she thought with a smirk.

"Look, if you are looking for someone to piss off right now, trust me you do not want to pick me, pretty boy," Jordan said with anger laced in her voice.

"Whoa, feisty! I was only kidding," Randy said holding his hand up.

"You don't remember me do you? Well I guess you wouldn't seeing as you knock me over without so much as a 'sorry'," Jordan said.

"Oh," he said remembering the incident she was referring to. "I'm really sorry about that. I was really stressed out right before going out to the ring. My head was somewhere else. I shouldn't have been so rude though," he said looking genuinely sincere. "But hey, you can hit me instead of the vending machine if you like," he said with a grin.

"That's okay, but I reserve the right to bring that statement to your attention should you piss me off again," she replied with a matching grin. 'Okay he's not that bad,' she thought silently to herself. 'Just as long as he keeps up the sweet apologies.' It was at that moment that Jordan finally noticed that Randy was in his ring attire. She had to try hard just to keep her jaw from dropping. 'Damn, the boy is built like a freaking Greek god!' she thought to herself. 'Oh, this job will definitely be interesting!' She knew she was grinning like an idiot, but quite frankly she couldn't help herself.

Randy took her silence as an opportunity to look her over. She had long brown hair that went just passed her shoulders and bright green piercing eyes. But the thing that caught his attention the most was her gorgeous smile. 'That smile could light up a room,' he thought with a smiling softly himself. 'Whoa, Randy where the hell is this coming from,' he silently asked himself. Randy Orton noticed a lot of things about women, but their smile was usually not one of them. He was snapped back into reality when he heard her say talking.

"Huh," he said. "I'm sorry, I spaced out there, didn't I? What did you say?" he asked with an embarrassed smile.

"It's quite alright, I space out all the time," Jordan replied with a laugh as she grabbed the new Dr.Pepper she had paid for. "I was just introducing myself. My name is Jordan Ryan. And if I don't completely embarrass myself tonight, I'm Eric Bischoff's new assistant," she said.

"Randy. Randy Orton."

"Yeah, I know. I was informed by Stacy after we so cordially met," Jordan said with a smile.

As if on cue, Eric called out Jordan's name from down the hall. He caught up to where Randy and Jordan were talking.

"Oh good, I see you've met Randy. I just hope that Mr. Orton was welcoming to you Jordan," Eric said eyeing Randy.

"Hey! I'm always nice!" Randy said defensively, crossing his arms.

"Oh absolutely Eric! Randy was nothing but a perfect gentlemen from the moment we met," Jordan said with a wicked smile.

Randy coughed and looked down embarrassedly.

"Well I'm glad everyone is making you feel welcome Jordan," Eric said, "but I'm afraid I'm doing to have to steal you away for a moment. There are some people I want you meet before you leave tonight."

"That's okay I have to go prepare for my match anyway," Randy replied. "I'll see you around, Feisty," he said with a cocky grin before walking off.

'That boy is going to be pure trouble,' Jordan thought as she followed Eric towards what she could only assume was the production truck. Eric knocked on the door once before leading her inside.

"Jordan, I would like you to meet some of the production team that you will probably have to work along side with at some point or another. This Andrew Donnelly," he said pointing to a man reclining in a chair with long black hair tied back. He smiled warmly at Jordan and shook her hand. She was very good at reading people, and Jordan all ready like him. "Andrew runs the music and videos as the superstars are walking to the ring," Eric explained. He next pointed to a short man wearing a WWE baseball hat, who was busy taking notes as he watch a playback of the previous match. "This is Dan, he is the senior editor here at RAW. And lastly this is Tyler," Eric said pointing at a guy who looked to be no older than Jordan. "He is our newest cameraman and will be cutting most of the promos backstage and things like that," Eric explained. Tyler put down the equipment he was holding and shook Jordan's hand warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said sweetly. Jordan smiled back at him. She was glad that there was at least one person her age that wasn't a certified star. 'Hopefully he is someone I can talk to if this place gets too chaotic,' she thought.

"We should probably get going and let these gentlemen get back to work, after all it's what we pay them for," Eric said jokingly.

"It's was very nice to meet you all," Jordan said as she was leaving. Her job was turning out to be more and more fun as the night grew on. She was in an exciting environment, working for one of the top entertainment companies in the world and the people she was working with were turning out to be incredibly friendly. 'Even Randy turned out to be nice, despite my initial reaction,' Jordan thought with a smile. 'A little cocky, though.'

Eric looked down at his watch and noticed that Raw had ended thirty minutes ago.

"I hate to cut out on you again," Eric said as he and Jordan reached his office, "But unfortunately I will probably doing that a lot. Nature of the beast I'm afraid," Eric said. "I have a lot of phone calls to take care of before I can leave, so I need to take care of those," he explained. "We talk a little more tomorrow on the plane to New York and you can officially get started," Eric said. "We have a couple of house shows there and a couple of days off, and then it's Raw at Madison Square Garden." The last statement made Jordan truly realize the hectic lives these people lead. 'Correction, life I'm going lead," she thought. "Oh and before I forget," Eric said, breaking her out of her thoughts, "I took the liberty of booking you a room at the hotel that all the staff and superstars are staying at, seeing as you probably didn't have time to think of it on such short notice," he said, handing her a room key. "From now on you will automatically be booked a room just like everyone else, just remember to have you credentials with you until everyone gets to know you. Trust me we have had new employees get thrown out of hotels because they forgot their ID. Not fun to deal with," Eric explained with a small smile.

"Thank you for everything, Eric," Jordan said honestly. "This job is amazing opportunity and I won't let you down," she said confidently.

"I know you'll do great, Ms. Ryan," Eric said. "I'll se tomorrow morning at the airport. The flight leaves at 11:15, so don't be late."

"Thanks. Oh, and before I leave do you need in help with those calls? As your assistant I feel bad leaving you with a lot of work to do. It's kind of the opposite of my job description," Jordan said.

"No, I'm alright. Just go get a goodnights rest tonight. Our schedule will catch up with you before you know it, so take everyone hour of sleep you can get," Eric said.

"Trust me I'll take that advice to heart. See ya tomorrow," Jordan said gathering her belongings from beside Eric's couch. She waved good-bye as she quietly shut his door and headed for the back exit.

'What a day,' Jordan thought as she got in her rental car and threw her purse, briefcase, and discarded shoes and jacket in the passenger's seat. 'But I could defiantly get used to it,' she smiled as she drove towards the hotel that Eric had directed her to. Thank God it was close because she could all ready feel her eyes closing. Once she arrived she left her jacket and briefcase in the car and just grabbed her purse, shoes, and one of her two suitcases from the trunk. She sleepily showed the front deskman her ID and room key, before making her way to the third floor, where her room was. 'Room 321,' she read, 'hopefully it's close.' She quickly found it and set her things down to slide the key card in to open the door. The only problem was the door was not opening. "Not tonight, please," she said aloud, "any night, but tonight. I'm tired," she wined aloud.

"Need help again already, Feisty?" The familiar smooth voice said from behind her.

"Surely you are not going to keep calling me Feisty are you?" Jordan replied.

"Oh, but it fits so well, Feisty," He said the now becoming familiar cocky grin.

"Well, seeing as we could be out here all night trading clever and witty comebacks, I will just set aside my pride for a night. Yes I could use your help, Randy," Jordan said rolling her eyes.

"It would be my pleasure little lady," he said with a wink.

"Oh good God! Just open the door, pretty boy!"

"See! Thus the name Feisty," Randy retorted.

"Whatever just please help me," Jordan said exasperatedly.

Randy took the key card from her extended hand and simply turned it around and slid it down the slot. They both watched as the light turned green.

"Gee, that was hard," he said sarcastically.

"Oh shut up!" Jordan said pushing her door open and throwing her things beside her bed with a sigh.

"Well now that I have done my civic duty, I'm going to bed," Randy said smiling at her. "I'll see you tomorrow, Feisty."

After Randy left, Jordan quickly changed into a t-shirt and an old pair of cheer shorts. She set the alarm clock for 8:00, hoping that it would give her enough time to get breakfast and a jog in before the flight. She jumped into the bed and turned off the lamp that was right next to it. As she nodded off, she couldn't help but picture Randy's confident smile. "God, what have I gotten myself into?" she said softly, before falling asleep.