Disclaimer: My name is not Vince McMahon; therefore I do not own anything pertaining to the WWE. This includes Randy Orton and all other superstars, unfortunately. But if he would like to give himself to me, I would gladly accept.

Chapter 16

Have you ever felt like having the entire world open and swallow you up? Jordan had decided that that was exactly how she felt on Monday morning. She had made herself scarce for the greater part of the rest of the weekend and had hid in her hotel room. Today, however, she knew she could not hide. RAW began in 9 short hours and that meant her work had to start now. Jordan readied herself as fast as she could and dressed in an inconspicuous black suit before she grabbed her briefcase and exited her hotel room. Tonight would be the last night before the whole RAW crew headed off to Orlando, Florida.

'Now that is what you need,' Jordan thought to herself sarcastically, 'sunshine.' To be honest Jordan felt like a lot of things, sleep, as stiff cocktail, but happiness and sunshine were not in that plan. Jordan had been partaking in a lot of the two ever since seeing Randy kissing his ex. Jordan even felt bile rising in her throat at the image. Now Jordan wasn't stupid, she had thought long and hard and realized that it was entirely possible that Randy hadn't meant to kiss Samantha at all, but now was not the time to be thinking about all the if's. Right now, Jordan had two contract negotiations to draw up with Eric's lawyer and that definitely took precedent over her personal life.

'Or lack thereof,' she thought bitterly. She quietly exited her rental car and made her way into the arena. Tonight would be a long night and she had better start right away. For the next couple of hours Jordan threw herself into her work; she drafted the negotiations, she fixed a problem in catering, and she managed to oversee three promo cuts. Before she knew it RAW had began. She decided that it was time for a break and headed over to the divas locker room to watch the remainder of RAW.

"She a skanky ho and I'm not working with her, think of what it will do to…" Trish's voice trailed off as Jordan entered the locker room.

"No need to stop on my behalf," Jordan replied quietly.

"No, J, we were just talking about Sam being added to the RAW roster. I am really sorry girl," Amy said before looking down.

"Hey, guys, I'll deal. Seriously don't worry about me." Her whole body felt rigid with defiance. There were a lot of areas where Jordan would let things not affect her, but she knew in the bottom of her being that she hated Samantha. Randy's ex or not, there was something pure vindictive bitch about that woman.

"Hey Randy's match is on, yah know if, you, you know…" Trish's voice trailed in an uncomfortable stutter.

Jordan focused her eyes onto the prompter in time to see Randy strut into the ring and do his signature pose. She willed herself to hate him. To think that his jackass persona was who he truly was. But she couldn't. Jordan Ryan would always think better of Randy Orton know matter what her head told her. Her eyes wandered back to the television. The screen flashed with the words 'Hardcore Rules.' Next, she saw a returning Mick Foley come out to a huge pop as usual.

"This should be good," Amy said excitedly. "You don't mind, do you J?"

"Come on guys, I am fine. I want to watch it."

"Oh we know," Trish replied with a wink. "Who wouldn't want to look at those abs?"

Jordan hid her flushed face before flipping Trish the middle finger.

"Oooh, sassy," Trish said with a laugh.

The girls all turned their attention just in time to see Randy take a chair to the face.

"I don't care how many times I see that, I still cringe," Jordan said with a wince.

"He'll be fine, don't worry your precious little head," Amy said as she stifled a laugh.

Jordan continued to watch as Randy took blow after blow. Finally with five minutes remaining on RAW, Jordan knew that match must be winding down. Randy had just gone for the RKO and missed and had been picked up by Mick Foley. Mick swiftly threw him outside the ring where he flipped and landed on his back, half on the announce table and half and the cold ground. Jordan gasped, but held back her panic. It was fake, just a show right?

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Wrong. Three minutes late and Randy had still not regained consciousness. RAW had ended and paramedics had been sent ringside. Jordan paced as she waited for any sign of him coming back stage. Her heart was racing and she could feel tears gather in her eyes. 'Note to self, quit getting so damn emotional around here,' Jordan told herself. But her heart raced all the same. What-if's where swirling and she could not force herself to calm down. Her only comfort was Trish in her ear telling her that Randy was an athlete and a professional and he could handle himself. He would be fine. He would be Ok. This was Jordan's mantra that she kept repeating over and over. Finally the curtains parted hastily as John and a paramedic helped Randy Orton walk back.

This was the part Jordan had not thought through. What to say once she finally did come face to face with him. Hell, she half expected him to be still unconscious.

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Randy gingerly sat on a way too hard couch waiting on ice and what were hopefully some heavy painkillers. Few matches had ever taken as much out of him as this one had. He was lucky to be awake now. At least that is what the paramedics had told him. After the last couple of night, he almost wished that he was still knocked out. Few things had managed to get the image of Jordan's pained face out of his memory.

"Hey," a familiar soft voice spoke from above his seated position.

Randy looked up to see Jordan pained and tired face smile slightly at him.

"You know that you really should try not to be such a prick and scare everyone right?"

Randy looked at her light expression and smiled.

"Sorry. Feisty," Randy said softly. He looked up just as John returned.

"Hey man, they want to take you in for observation; there is an ambulance in the back."

"Is that necessary? I'm fine, dude," Randy said as he tried to stand. He toppled back before Jordan grabbed his arm and steadied him.

"Go, Randy, you need to be checked out," Jordan said with a concerned looked that was entirely too gorgeous for Randy to handle. He grabbed her hand and felt her shutter slightly as he turned slowly towards her. He winced as he straightened himself.

"Do me a favor and I will," he replied half seductively and half serious.

"What?" she replied without hesitation.

Randy grabbed her face gently and bet down. He paused a moment before he let his moist lips part hers slightly. He slowly moved his mouth in time with hers as he felt her gasp into his mouth. He lifted his head and fought to control a smirk.

"I feel better already," he replied before limping off towards a waiting John. He turned a smiled before rounding the corner.

Jordan stood still and shocked for a moment before her whole face broke into a grin.

"Me too."