In her twenty-one years of life Torren Sykes had learned many things: few things were ever permanent; food always tastes better with some sort of sauce on it; shorts could never be too short; you don't need a job as long as there are men around that want to fuck you; if you want something that is unattainable, take it – the Constitution said so with that whole pursuit of happiness stuff; and you had to be persistent if you wanted the big payoff.

The push and pull of the forces of nature made life interesting. It was cool not knowing what the day would bring, or how she would have to adapt to a particular situation. What worked today had the potential of not working tomorrow. Darwin's theory of survival of the fittest kept her on her toes and gave her something to look forward to.

But, no matter how unpredictable the rest of world seemed, there were 3 things that remained a constant in her life:

The first, her mother had always been and would forever be, the biggest bitch that ever lived. Torren's relationship with her mother, Leslie, had been doomed from the start. For what every reason Torren lived with her grandmother, Donna, until she died when Torren was six. Leslie would come to see her and drop off a present on holidays and birthdays, mostly. She would usually bring some sort of cheap ass, unwrapped present that she got from the Dollar Store. Torren couldn't remember a gift that she had received from that bitch that wasn't still in the plastic bag with the receipt in it. Cheap, whore.

Just once she wanted to have actually received a real baby doll from Toys-R-Us, instead of those cheap, hard, plastic dolls that the hand molds weren't cutout evenly, so they had jagged edges that cut the shit out of her face when she tried to sleep with it. But, that was Leslie. Torren didn't choose her; Leslie sure as shit didn't choose her daughter.

It was just one of those fickle life things. After the death of her grandmother, Torren was forced to live with her mother. Not like either of them wanted it. But, she had to adapt or go crazy dealing with that bitch.

By the age of seven, Torren had realized that her mother didn't talk much; at least not to her. She sure as hell yelled a lot, though. In fact, her mother had two modes of communicating, yelling, or cursing like a sailor. In fact, Torren thought that her nickname was Dumbass, for the longest kind of time. Torren used to think her mother talked like that to everybody, but that wasn't so. Those two means of communication were strictly for her offspring.

By nine, Torren was convinced she was a trick baby. It was the only explanation seeing as how, to her knowledge, her mother never had a job, but always had enough money to keep the lights on, plenty of booze, chips, bologna, and hotdogs. Not that Torren had many other life experiences with a working parent to compare to, but to her it seemed pretty difficult to have a job if you were passed out drunk or groggy from a hangover most of the time. She didn't know how the work world worked, but she was sure that a boss wouldn't like it much. Torren's mom never seemed to have time to work, or for her, for that matter. But, she sure did have plenty of time for her many, many "boyfriends".

Torren used to dream that one of the many men that came to her house were her father. But, knowing how much of a bitch her mother was, she quickly realized that that dude had gotten the hell out of dodge a long time ago. He wasn't coming back. Lucky son-of-a bitch.

It didn't take long before Torren stopped bothering to learn the boyfriends' names. They were never around long enough to put forth that much effort. Besides, it seemed like her mother preferred to do most of her "dating" outside of the house anyway. On the rare occasion when her mother was actually home, she was either getting drunk getting ready for a date, or just coming in hung over at the ass-crack of dawn from one. It wasn't like they were that many hours in the day for all that talking or working bullshit.

Leslie definitely wasn't going to win any mother of the year awards from her kid. Torren's mom didn't want her around, and Torren didn't want to be around. The best thing Torren ever did was leave home at 15. The last words she spoke to her behated mother were, "Go fuck yourself," before she stepped through the door, slamming it behind her. Torren left that day and never looked back.

The second thing that life taught her was there is no such thing as too much black eyeliner. As trivial as it sounded, it proved to be a very valuable lesson. It was probably the only piece of advice that her bitch of a mother had ever given her. Shortly after she had come to live with her mother, Leslie had forced her to sit on the bed and watch as she was getting ready for another one of her "dates". She had told the little girl that beautiful eyes were the one good gene that her family had. She told her to learn how to work them. "You can get a man to do anything you want if you use your eyes. You listenin'? This's important."

Of course Torren had no idea what in the fuck she meant by that statement. She still had no idea how eyeliner was going to make men do anything, but her mom did it, so Torren did it, too. She had picked up the black liner pencil from her mother's cluttered vanity table and leaned over it to look in the mirror. She tried tracing her bottom lid, the way her mother had done, but at six it was a little easier said than done. She had just learned how to color inside the lines with a fat crayon; mastering the art of applying liner with a thin pencil would have to wait a few more years. Her mother, however, believed that her daughter should have been a natural at it. "What the hell's amatta wit'chu? You doin' it wrong," she said snatching the pencil from the girl's hand. She had grabbed Torren roughly by the chin, "Dumbass….gotta teach you every God damn thing. Hold still." She mumbled more curses and said something about her good-for-nothing mother not teaching her brat anything useful in all of the years she had her.

By the time she had finished cursing under her breath, she forcibly turned her daughter's head toward the mirror, "Those eyes…yeah you got 'em. You'll eat them alive. Learn how to work 'em…" Her mother didn't say anything else. Instead, she dropped the pencil onto the vanity, and picked up her class of vodka before shooing Torren away.

Leslie had been right. That day when she went out to play while her mother was gone, little Drew Watkins bought her an ice-cream from the truck. It had to be the eyeliner. It had become a fact, not just another one of her mother's drunken theories. From that day forward men had always been drawn to her eyes. Or maybe it was her boobs? Possibly her ass? Whatever it was that attracted them to her. She wasn't going to risk jinxing it. She opted to never leave the house without wearing heavy black eyeliner again.

The third and most important lesson that life had taught her was that she would always be in love with Randall Keith Orton. Since she was 10 years old, and saw him on wrestling she knew that she had to have him. He was everything to her. He was sexy, strong, powerful, cocky, smart…he had a charming smile and tan skin that made her want to test if it was natural or a spray tan, with her tongue. He was also, the only other person in this world that loved her, too. Only, he had forgotten how much. All she had to do was get him to see her again and she knew that he was going to be hers again, forever.

Eleven years later her devotion to him hadn't changed. If anything it made it stronger. Even after he changed from heel to face and back again, she loved him. She loved him through every suspension, every time he fucked up and they punished him by giving him shitty matches, and ripped him in the press. She owned every Pay-Per-View he had ever been in. She had over 1,000 magazines with his pictures in them. She had his action figures, t-shirts, bobble-heads, hard ass pillow people... She even got his original back tribal back tat as a tramp stamp. And she was going to fuck John Cena up for saying all that shit about him needing to get fired for failing a piss test. Who hadn't failed a piss test before? How dare he talk about her Randy like that? She was Randy's and he was hers. She would love him forever, no matter what.

Admittedly, she was hurt when she found out that he had gotten married. But, she knew, realistically, that at the time she was too young for him, and that he could get arrested for being with her. She knew that he had to pretend to have a normal life, so that no one would know about their love affair. She was just understanding like that. It gave her time to grow up a little more, so that when they could be together, the law wouldn't be standing in their way. She really didn't give a fuck, but she suspected he did. Why else hadn't he come for her?

She hated that he had gotten that whore pregnant, too. She understood that he had to pretend that they had a normal marriage. She knew that when he was fucking that bitch, he was really imagining it was her. The years apart had made him a master at hiding his true feelings for her. He couldn't give anyone cause for suspicion. If he let on the truth he could risk losing everything…his house, cars, job, and his kid. That whore was trying to keep them apart. But, she was just a small obstacle that posed no real threat to Torren.

She had no doubt that she would be his daughter's new mommy. The kid would probably be sad at first that she wouldn't be with that other woman, like Torren had been when her grandmother died. But, the kid would get used to it. Torren was going to be a whole hell of a lot better at being a mom than her piece of shit mother was to her. That was for damn sure. She was going to teach her stepdaughter all about eyeliner, and how to dye her hair. She was going to teach her what party clothes every woman should have in her wardrobe and how to get a man to do whatever she wanted by just batting her eyes at him. She would even share her secrets on what pills to mix and what dosages to give for submission, making a man catatonic, and if she was really good, she'd teacher what to put in a drink to kill someone. Hell, she even planned on giving the child her most discrete drug contacts. That of course would have to wait until she was older – at least 13. She was going to be such a good mommy. Randy's daughter was going to love Torren as much as Torren loved him. They were going to be the perfect family.

Torren was as hopelessly devoted to Orton as he was to her. He had waited for her to become legal. Just months before she was old enough to legally consent to sex, and get married without parental permission, his marriage started falling apart. She knew that Randy was trying to make a clean break from his wife, and get his daughter used to the idea of them being apart before he could come home. Torren had been thoughtful and respectful enough to give him that space to make sure everything was right before she stepped into the role of the new Mrs. Orton. He had to test the waters, make sure that she still wanted him as much as he wanted her. He had to get back into the swing of things…have sex constantly to make sure he could keep up with her. She knew that "the prude" wasn't doing it nearly as often as Randy needed to. Torren was the only one that could feed his appetite, and he hers.

Randy had started taking steroids again, no doubt to be in tip-top shape for her. Not only did he want to increase his strength, but he wanted to make sure that he looked his best for her, too. Randy was so silly if he thought he had to buff up for her. Torren loved him when his face was fat after his first steroid suspension. She loved him before he got all lean. She loved him before he started getting all of those tattoos. She loved him even more when she had blown up a picture of his arm sleeve and she could make out the letters of her name amongst the artwork. Everything he had done and was doing was such a grand gesture that she wasn't quite sure how to repay him for it. She respected him for it. She loved him for it.

Now, they were both finally ready. She was mature, and developed. She knew what she needed, and it was him. He had his life, and his career was getting back on track. He had a great relationship with his daughter. His marriage was a shame. He was having affair, after affair, trying to shake that shade tree, but the prude was too stupid to get the hint. He was leaving it up to Torren to get that whore to understand that they were over.

She had waited, albeit impatiently, for a sign from him that everything was ready and waiting for her. She had almost given up hope. She had become preoccupied, for only a second, with DJ Ashba from Sixx A.M., when one day she looked up at the television screen and there he was. Her Randy was standing there in the tunnel ready to go out into the ring for Raw. He had come back for her. His suspension had been lifted and he made his television reentrance. Torren decided to end the thing with DJ because there was no future for them. She belonged with Randy; no questions asked.

His face told her everything that her heart already knew. He loved her. Why else would be looking at her like that? She could feel herself blush when he smirked at her, while standing on the ropes with his arms out waiting for her to run into them. Then he gave her that smile. That was her smile; the one that he reserved for her during their private times. Yet, there he was doing it in front of an audience of millions, and he didn't care who saw it. He had to let her know that it was time for her to come home. It was like a sleeper cell being awakened.

She didn't have a choice. She did what any other woman in her position would do. She packed a bag, threw it in the car she stole a few days before, and drove. Armed with her trifecta of knowledge and determination, she prepared to face the obstacles that were bound to get in her way. There was nothing that was going to stop her from getting her man.

Nothing.

A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews. It's great to hear from people who I haven't heard from in years. Glad the universe is still treating you kindly. I'm still writing this one. Actually, I have a few chapters done already. I need to edit, add/delete, but I'll be updating soon. Your reviews give me new ideas and help me decide to add where. I love that they challenge me to answer your question, and create more. Keeps me on my toes. Man, I missed writing!

And deConstruction – I know what you mean about the excitement. I totally fan-girled out when I saw you updating, too!

Be easy!

Shanny