The Match

I hope this story will please you the way it pleased me to write it. I don't own anyone in this story accept the original characters. Happy Reading.

Summary: Randy Orton is cocky in the ring. He's also cocky out of it. What will happen when he meets his match?

Monday Night Raw

"I am so ready for this. I deserve this!" Randy Orton stood in the ring with his brand new WWE Championship on his shoulder. He paced the ring as he waited for the Raw roster to come down and kiss his feet.

When the code broke and Chris Jericho came out Randy was stunned.

"What exactly, oh Savior, what exactly are you saving us from?"

"Well your boring personality for one."

The promo continued on and after the show was over Randy met with Chris backstage. "You know my personality isn't boring. All the ladies love me."

Chris pointed to someone over Randy's shoulder. "Apparently not all of them. Your assistant doesn't look like she likes you too much. In fact she looks like she'd rather be anywhere else than here."

"She doesn't count. She's the biggest geek in the world. All she does all day is schedule appointments and make me look good."

Chris smirked at the description. The girl had potential to be a beautiful woman. All she had to do was let her shiny brown hair down. Beneath the glasses she had the most gorgeous blue eyes. Her body was slender and well muscled in all the right places. Her pastel pink shirt hung loosely on her and her jeans were about two sizes too big. She wore sensible shoes in the chaos of backstage.

If he weren't happily married, he'd be jumping all over that. He'd always thought of Randy's assistant as too quiet for her own good. Randy walked all over his assistant. She took it because she must have needed her job that badly.

Chris finished dressing and walked past her, "Hey, don't listen to him. He's a jerk. It'll be ok."

Chris smirked at the dazzling white smile she'd given him. He had a feeling that Randy's assistant was going to give Randy a run for his money.

Quickly, Randy's assistant walked over to where he was changing to go back to his hotel. "Um, boss, I need to talk to you about something." Randy gave an annoyed sigh and turned to her. She still had trouble talking around him. He was a very handsome man and when she looked at him her knees went weak.

"What is it Gail?""

"It's Gabby sir. My birthday is tomorrow and I was wondering if I could have the day off?" Gabby looked up into his eyes. He really was gorgeous. But he really was a jerk too.

''It really depends on if you keep your phone on. I might need to get in touch with you at some point in the night." Gabby sighed feeling like that was the best she could do. She nodded and turned to leave. Her boss was tough, but hopefully she wouldn't get a phone call.

The next night, dressed in a much different way than she normally did, Gabby made her way into a bar with her closest friends. Her hair was down and straight, her makeup done to make her look sexy and seductive. Her dress was cut low to show off her chest and cut high to accentuate her long tanned legs.

Her feet in open toed heels tapped against the bars hard wooden floor as she and her friends walked over to the bar to order their first round of drinks.

Tammy, her best friend hailed the bartender and handed him a credit card, "these are all on my tab Jerry. It's Gabby's birthday so let make it a good night and let's get her so drunk she can't remember it!''

Gabby gasped and tried to duck behind her friends pointing down to a group of men and women gathered across the dance floor. "My boss is here!" The girls hid her a bit but finally Tammy yanked her out and into the open. "So what?! He's not going to recognize you dude."

Gabby laughed and nodded. "Ok…and if he calls me?" Tammy grinned, "throw the phone at his egotistical head!"

"Let's Party!!!" Gabby yelled downing her amaretto sour in one gulp. The group of girls made their way to the dance floor and began dancing and twirling to the music. In the corner Chris Jericho was the only one who recognized the lovely young birthday girl. He grinned and started laughing. Next to him John Cena looked confused. "Dude what's up?" Jericho pointed to the beautiful girl on the floor.

"Picture her with lose clothes, glasses and no make up." John looked and it dawned on him. He chucked, "Oh my friend it's going to be a good night. I can feel it."

Randy pulled out his phone and dialed Gertrude's number…or Gloria…whatever. He needed her to bring him his spare credit card. She was probably sitting at home eating ice cream feeling sorry for herself getting one year older. The phone rang and rang. He noticed the hot chick on the dance floor looking at hers and ignoring it. He didn't notice the phone call to his assistant went to voicemail at the exact same time.

He called 8 more times before the hot brunette walked over to him. He smiled and hit the end button. She looked mad. "I'm kinda busy. What do you want?!" Randy's eyes popped out of his head as he saw her. "Woah," was the only word that he could say.

Gabby stood there tapping her foot her arms crossed over her chest. She waited for him to gain his voice as his eyes moved over her body. His eyes settled on her chest as he continued to stare. "They're called boobs Randy. All girls have them. What do you need?!"

''Uh…um…cr…credit card,'' he stuttered quietly. She pulled out his spare from her purse and slapped it on the table. "Better?! I'm going back to my birthday now. And please leave me alone? I'm begging you.''

Gabby turned on her heel and smiled at her girls. They pushed a stranger at her and she began to dance with him. The girl could dance. Randy was getting hot just watching her dance with this other guy. He couldn't believe it but he was getting jealous. He watched as Gabby moved from stranger to stranger drinking and getting bolder and bolder.

Finally, Randy stood up and walked over to her through the crowd. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. With her heels she was just tall enough to reach him. Without warning she smiled and planted a sultry kiss on his lips.

His arms came around to hold her close. He was caught off guard by the kiss but didn't mind. She wasn't going to remember this in the morning. She pulled back, "I've always thought you were gorgeous."

Randy was taken aback by her complete honesty. He grinned at her, "yea I'm hotter than anything you've ever seen before."

Gabby pulled back and stared up at him, "that's your only redeeming quality. Your looks. The rest of you is an ugly arrogant mess. You're full of yourself. You're a pain in the ass. And if I didn't need the money for my student loans, I'd have quit the day I started."

She pulled out of his arms and left the bar walking down the street fuming. He was so spoiled. He was so arrogant. He was so cocky. He was so following her.

Randy grabbed her arm and turned her around into his arms. "You still want me, regardless of my arrogance though don't you?"

Making a sound of disgust Gabby wrenched out of his grasp and walked along the street. "Even if I did want you I'd never follow through unless you actually treated the people around you with respect and kindness."

She turned and walked down the street needing to be alone. She was going to have to go back to her regular life tomorrow. Back to her cocky yet gorgeous boss. Back to being a plain Jane. But for tonight, she was going to remember the feel of his lips on hers, and the way if only for a few seconds, he kissed her back.

That night, Randy lay in his hotel bed thinking. He probably could have been nicer to Gabby. He mentally kicked himself when he realized it was the first time he'd remembered her name.

He would be nicer to her. He might be nicer backstage. He couldn't ruin his persona in the ring. He loved how the fans hated him. He reached over and realized he had Gabby's phone. It couldn't hurt to take it to her. She was probably still up with her friends.

He got up and threw on a pair of sweatpants, grabbed his key card, and walked the short distance to his assistant's room. He knocked lightly and grinned at her when she opened the door. Her hair was up in a messy bun on top of her head and she was wearing an oversize sweatshirt that came just to mid thigh.

Randy felt like he'd been punched in the gut. Even out of her evening attire, she was gorgeous. How had he not realized it before.

Gabby reached on top of her head and pulled her glasses down over her eyes. She saw him and her breath left her lungs. His chest was gorgeous. His face was gorgeous, even if he did look a bit like a bulldog when he was angry. She stepped back and he strolled in.

"What's up Boss?" she asked timidly.

"Call me Randy. And I would like for you to know that I'm not going to forget your name anymore… Gabby."

Gabby blushed and looked around the room for something to put over her legs. She couldn't find anything, so she just stood there staring at him. "Ok, Randy, what is it?"

Randy studied her for a moment. Quickly, he moved his eyes back up to her face. He reached up and pulled the large glasses off. Gabby squinted, "You should wear your contacts more often. Your eyes are very beautiful. They could make a man get lost."

He took a step closer and Gabby remained still. She began to feel butterflies in her stomach. Randy let his left hand slide around her waist and let his right reach up to cup her cheek in his. "I don't know what you've done to me, but suddenly, I don't want to talk about me. I want to talk about you. I want to tell you all the beautiful things about you. I want to be nice to my co-workers. I want to be nice period."

Gabby pulled back and lifted a hand to his forehead, "What are you doing?" Randy asked as he continued to hold her. "Checking for a fever, you much have some crazy tropical disease. You don't do nice."

Randy grinned and stepped forward pushing Gabby back into her hotel room. He shut the door with his foot. Gabby's heart leapt into her throat. Randy pressed his body against hers, savoring the feel of her soft delicate body against his own.

"I'm not sick. I've just had my eyes opened. I happen to like you. And it's been a long while since I've liked anyone. I don't know how you've put up with me. I'm a jerk. I'm going to try to be nicer to you. But it'll have to be in secret. I've got a reputation to uphold."

Gabby giggled and tried to step out of Randy's arms. He only held her tighter. Gabby reached up to put her glasses back on. "I know a look like a total geek in these, but I want to be able to see you."

Randy smiled and raised a finger to push the frames back up the bridge of her nose. He slid the same finger down her cheek, grinning at the blush that arose on Gabby's cheeks. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down brushing his lips gently over hers.

Gabby felt her knees go weak and a jolt of electricity coursing through her body. Randy pressed his lips to hers teasing hers slowly taking the kiss deeper. Gabby's mind was racing. She knew this man could break her heart, and she didn't know if she could handle that. She had a decision to make. She could tell him to go, and keep it professional, or she could kiss him back.

Gabby didn't know if she had the strength to say no to this man. Randy slid his tongue along the seam of her lips willing her to kiss him back. He stepped closer pressing his hard lean body against hers. Gabby's mind wrestled with the decision.

Randy pressed his lips to hers fully. Gabby lost every thought in her head and slid her hands up Randy's arms and then around his back. She opened her mouth under his and kissed him back fervently. Randy felt an electricity that he'd never felt before with any woman.

Their kiss became more and more passionate. Randy wrapped his arms around Gabby's body pulling her as close as he could, almost lifting her off of the ground.

Randy knew that he would have to stop himself. He didn't want a casual fling with this woman. He, the self-confessed playboy, wanted more. He pulled back and pressed soft kisses to her cheeks and forehead. He set her away from him and smiled when he saw that she was a little unsteady on her feet.

"Why did you stop?" Gabby asked looking up at him.

"Because you're not a one night stand, Gabby. You're better than that. I want more than just a roll between the sheets. So I'm going to go back to my room, as much as it pains me to do so."

He handed Gabby her cell phone which was why he came down to her room in the first place. He leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on her lips. He left her room and looked back at her smiling before he let the door close behind him.

Gabby set her alarm for 6am and crawled into bed. As she drifted off to sleep, she could still feel the tingle where Randy's lips had touched her.

The next day Gabby pounded on the door of Randy's hotel room. He opened it still rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Rise and shine, we have a flight to catch."

Randy gave her a sleepy smile and pulled her into his room. He pressed her back up against the closed door and kissed her passionately. Gabby wasted no time in returning his kiss.

As he ran his hands all over her body he heard Gabby's breath becoming shorter. She moaned into his mouth and he kissed her harder. He pulled back both of them panting hard.

"Well good morning to you too," she said.

"You're wearing your contacts. I think your eyes are so beautiful."

Gabby blushed and moved past him. She began to recite his schedule for the day. Randy took the time to pack his things up in his bag. He kept his eyes on her as she read from her iPhone. He couldn't resist tugging her hair out of the ponytail she had it in. She smelled really good.

Her phone rang. "Hello?"

Her face fell as she listened to the person on the other end of the phone. "I'm sorry, he's getting ready to go to the airport, may I take a message?"

"I'm his personal assistant. No, this is not his personal line. I can take a message and have him call you back."

The person on the other end didn't seem to be taking no for an answer. Randy walked over to Gabby and took the phone, placing it against his ear.

"You listen to me, bitch, Randy will want to hear from me. I know he's going to be in L.A. this week, and he will want to know that I'm there to take care of his every need. So you tell him that it's Brandi and see what he says."

"He says that if I'd wanted to hear from you, I'd have given you my personal cell phone number. Now, don't call back," Randy replied before hanging up the phone.

Gabby smiled as she took the phone. "I'm sorry if you ever had to deal with anyone like that. It won't happen again." Randy smiled sheepishly.

"I didn't mind. I'm your assistant, keeping the ring rats away is my job."

Randy and Gabby left ten minutes later. They talked during the entire plane ride to Los Angeles, getting to know each other. From the seat behind them, Chris Jericho smiled. He'd known it was only a matter of time.

Over the next few months Randy changed. He took the time to get to know Gabby and everything about her. He took her out on dates. He was even nice to her in front of other people. He was still a jerk in the ring, but Gabby knew that it was a ruse.

Randy enjoyed spending as much time as he could with her. They were magnificent together. She continued to be his assistant and he didn't know what he'd do without her. They had yet to make love, but Randy knew it was beginning to frustrate the both of them.

One Monday night after RAW, Randy sat in his room thinking. Tonight was the night. He didn't want to wait any longer. He wanted to have Gabby in every possible way, as his girlfriend, his lover, his assistant, and most importantly his friend.

Gabby walked into the room carrying a late night snack. She smiled at him. Randy got up and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her sweetly. Gabby returned his kiss. He pulled back and rested his head against hers. "I don't want to wait anymore Gabby. I want you."

Gabby answered by kissing him. As Randy laid her down on the bed and began to remove her clothing and his own, he touched every inch of her.

He pulled away and looked into her eyes, "I'm going to take us both to the stars."

And he did…

The next day Gabby was walking down the hallway of the arena smiling and greeting other wrestlers. She stopped at Randy's dressing room door which was opened slightly. He could hear Randy laughing. Then she heard a woman's voice.

"I gotta tell you baby, I never thought you'd take up with that little assistant of yours. She's a sweet girl and all, but she can't handle a man like you."

Gabby covered her mouth to keep from gasping.

"Come on Torrie, you and I both know the only woman who could ever handle me was you. Gabby is a great girl, but let's face it, I've never been the type to settle down. But to be honest…"

Gabby felt the tears gather in her eyes. She pushed the door open and walked in. Randy looked up from his position on the couch. He knew by the look on her face that Gabby had heard everything he'd said.

His heart broke when he saw the tears in her eyes. God he wished she'd waited just 5 more seconds before she came into the room. He'd been about to say that he didn't think he could ever face losing her. He wanted to settle down, and he wanted to settle down with Gabby.

Gabby looked between him and Torrie Wilson. "I guess I know where I stand. I should have known better than to let myself fall in love with an arrogant jerk like you, Randy Orton."

Gabby turned and ran, not once looking back.

The next week Gabby sat on the couch in her best friend's living room watching RAW. She had quit her job and had mailed Randy her phone and all of his scheduling information. She didn't know why she was putting herself through the torture of seeing Randy on TV. She knew it would only hurt more.

As she watched Randy walk down the ramp she thought to herself, "he looks tired."

Randy stood in the center of the ring and held a microphone up to his mouth. "I've got something to say. Most of you know that I'm a jerk. I'll freely admit it. I love knowing I make all of you hate me. But today I want to tell you a little something about me outside of this this."

A video began to play on the screen. Photos of Randy and Gabby popped on and off of the screen. When the camera came back to Randy, he was on one knee. Gabby gasped. "Outside of this ring, I'm in love with that woman. I can't live without her. A week ago I made a huge mistake and she left before I got the chance to tell her what had been on the tip of my tongue to tell her. Gabby if you're out there watching, I love you. I can't imagine living tomorrow without you, so I don't know how I can live the rest of my life without you beside me. I can't sleep, I can't eat. I miss you Gabby."

He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone. "Please call me Baby. I'm not leaving this ring until you do. Come back to me Gabby. I am so sorry that I hurt you. I miss you. I love you. Please…"

Gabby didn't reach for the phone until the camera zoomed in on Randy's face. When she heard his voice crack and saw the tears brimming in his eyes, she leapt towards the phone and dialed.

The crowd had become quiet waiting for the phone to ring. Randy stood up looking down at it. He jumped to his feet when the screen lit up with a number he didn't know. He pushed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

"I'll see you tomorrow…" was all Gabby said.

Randy waited in the lobby of his hotel watching the door. His face lit up when Gabby walked through it. She ran straight for him and he gathered her in his arms swinging her around in several circles. His lips left frantic kisses all over her face and mouth. He set her down on the floor laying his head against hers.

"Please don't ever leave me again."

"Why? I need to hear you say it."

Randy pulled back and stared into Gabby's eyes. "Because I love you. Because I want to marry you. Will you be my wife Gabs?"

Gabby's eyes brimmed with happy tears as she kissed his lips tenderly.

"Yes. I love you too."

Randy lifted her into his arms and walked towards the elevator as she looped her arms around his neck.

Chris Jericho stepped out of the elevator as the couple entered it. "Well Orton, it looks as if you've met your match."

Randy smiled, "Damn right I have, and I intend to keep her."

"Gabby, you keep him in line alright?"

Gabby laughed and said, "I don't want him to stay in line. I want him to stand out. I guess that's what makes me his match.