Chapter 4: Birthday Aftermath

Randy's POV

"Hmm . . ." I grumble to myself as I heard my phone ring from somewhere in the room. "Who the hell is calling me at this time of day? Don't they know vampires need their sleep too?"

I slowly open my eyes to see the sunlight pouring into the room from the window as my phone continues to blare its' ringtone. Looking to my left, I saw that Amanda was still sound asleep by my side, her head laying on my chest as her upper body remained uncovered by the sheet that was only covering our lower halves. I slowly push her off of me, gently resting her upper half on the mattress, before grabbing my pants off the floor so I can finally reach my phone.

"What the hell happened to the loops?" I ask myself in shock as I looked at the damage done to my pants, all of the belt loops partially ripped from the hem. Some of them were torn off completely. . . And then it hits me. "Oh yeah . . . now I remember."

My thoughts instantly go back to last night, a big old grin coming across my face as I looked back on the memories. . .

Last night was the night. . .

Last night,'Manda and I finally did it. . .

We had sex. . .

We finally had freaking sex!

And it . . . was FUCKING AWESOME . . . Great, now I sound like Miz.

It was a long wait, but it was well-deserved in the end, if I do say so myself . . .

"Randy . . ."

I break out of my thoughts as soon as I hear my name. I turn to see Amanda staring at me with a smirk on her face, her head still lying on her pillow as her right arm covered her bare chest.

"I can easily hear what you're thinking right now, and although I'm glad you enjoyed our fun last night, I would be even happier if you can just answer your phone so that the ringing could finally stop," she tells me as her smirk changed to an annoyed scowl. "I'm trying to sleep here."

"Sorry babe. I know how much you like your sleep," I tell her quickly as I fished my phone out my pocket. "Don't worry; I'm answering my phone now."

"You better," she tells me as her smirk comes back. "Who's calling anyway?"

"Oh . . . it's mom," I tell her as I look at my phone's screen. ". . . But why is she calling me this early in the morning?"

"Uh . . . Randy, it's only a little past nine thirty," she tells me with a smirk as she turns to the clock. "She probably thought that we were already awake by now."

"Swell, but it's still early to me. . ." I tell her with a shrug as I press the call button and bring my phone to my ear. "Hi Mom!"

"Hi son," I can just hear the smile in her voice as she speaks to me from her side of the line. "I didn't wake you up now did I?"

"Oh no . . . not at all," I say with a wave of my hand, inwardly resisting the urge to roll my eyes at her comment. "So . . . why do I have the pleasure of speaking to you so early on this beautiful morning mother?"

"You were always a charmer Randy," says Mom as I hear her let out a small chuckle. "I'm calling to tell you my hotel's address, like I told you yesterday remember, since someone said he has plans with his daughter later today remember?"

"Like I could ever forget about spending time with my daughter . . ." I say in slight exasperation as the memory from yesterday dawned on me. "I said I was going to keep my word, and I do plan to keep it today."

"Good . . . Bob, Alanna, and I are staying at the Hilton on Pierre Drive," she tells me as I make the mental note in my head. "When can I expect you to get here Randy?"

"Uh . . . probably around noon, give or take," I tell her as I check the clock. "Is Alanna there by any chance?"

"Nope, she's with Bob getting breakfast, and I need to meet up with them soon or else your father will mess up my order again," she tells me with a disapproving edge to her tone. "I'll see you later then son . . . oh wait, before I forget, is 'Manda coming with you later?"

"Yeah, I believe so . . ." I say a little unsurely as I turn to the woman in question. "Babe, you are coming with me later to get Alanna right?"

"Oh sure . . . I have nothing else to do until Access tonight anyway." she tells me with a smirk, her body looking oh so beautiful as the sunlight continues to flood our room.

". . . Yeah, she's coming." I say with a smirk as I brought the phone back to my ear.

"Excellent; I have a bet going on with Bob right now and Amanda is a vital part of the eventual results." my mom tells me instantly, and a little too excitedly, which instantly raises my suspicions.

"Mom . . . what is this bet you speak of?" I ask as I felt my eyelids narrow just a bit. "What did you two bet exactly?"

"Oh nothing . . . you'll probably find out when you two get here anyway," she tells me quickly, as if she was hiding something. "Bye son!"

"Wait mom-" I say quickly, but my attempt to get more information out of her is in vain as I hear her hang up. ". . . Well that was rude. My mother just hung up on me. My MOM just hung up on me."

"That's not usual Elaine behavior . . ." Amanda tells me, surprise evident in her voice as she inched closer to me. "But it probably has something to do with that bet she made with your dad."

"Most likely . . . I wonder what the bet's all about," I say with a small scowl on my face as I lay back down in the bed. ". . . But anyway, we still have a couple hours to kill until we got to go to their hotel. What do you want to do in the meantime babe?"

"Like you don't already have an idea in your head . . ." she tells me with a knowing smirk as I pulled her back into my arms. "I see what you're thinking."

"Okay, so I may be thinking about doing a repeat of last night's 'activity'," I say with a small smirk in place as I kissed on her cheek. "You have got to admit . . . last night was definitely a memorable one."

"And what part of last night was memorable?" she asks me as she begins to trace out my abs. "Your birthday party, or us having sex for the first time?"

"Both babe, both . . ." I tell her bluntly as I felt my manhood twitch a bit. "I will never forget what happened last night for as long as I live. I promise you that."

"Well that's good to know . . ." she tells me with a smirk as I feel her fingers along my hardening shaft. "So . . . that suggestion of doing a repeat of last night's activity sounds pretty good to me right now . . ."

"Are you sure babe?" I say with a smirk as I let out a small groan, my hand slowly reaching to grope her ass as she trails kisses along my neck. "I may be a little rougher with you this time around . . . who knows how well I'll be able to control myself with you looking so sexy naked and all?"

"Oh just shut up and kiss me!" she tells me as she brought her hand to the back of my neck. I let her pull me in for a kiss, but that was all the dominance I would give her as we continued our little morning 'activity'. If she thought that she was going to dominate the Viper in this round, she had another thing coming.

Amanda's POV; an hour and a half later

"You are in a very good mood this morning. . ." I say with a smirk as we walked out of our suite after getting ready for the day. "Care to explain the smile on your face Mr. Viper?"

"Well, let's see . . ." says Randy as he wraps an arm around my waist. "I got to spend time with my family yesterday . . . I enjoyed one hell of a birthday party . . . I finally got some action with the woman I love last night, AND this morning . . . and now I'm off with the woman I love to go hang with my daughter, who's probably wondering why we're not there yet right now."

"Hmm . . . sounds like you had a pretty fun day yesterday . . ." I say with a chuckle as we reach the elevators.

"Yeah . . . and it was all thanks to you babe . . ." he tells me with a grin as he presses the down button. "How can I ever repay you?"

"You don't really owe me anything Randy," I say with a chuckle as the elevator doors open up. "I was glad to give you a good birthday yesterday . . . it was the least I could do."

"Yeah, but now I need to one up you." he tells me with a smirk as we walk into the elevator cart.

"One up me?" I ask in mock shock as I press the button for the lobby. "How so Mr. Viper?"

"Its' simple babe . . . Since you gave me an amazing birthday yesterday, I need to make your birthday even better when it comes around in May," Randy tells me with a chuckle as we start going downward. "It's only fair babe."

"Alright, if you insist, but you better make it good," I concede in defeat as I looked up at the floor numbers above the door. "Huh . . . It looks like this elevator is going to pick up another passenger before we reach the lobby."

"I can see that babe . . ." he tells me smugly as the elevator comes to a stop on the 5th floor. "Hopefully the guy or gal coming in here won't get a heart attack or faint once they see us. It has happened a few times."

"Not even close Orton. I am not one of your fan girls if that's what you're wondering." says a gruff voice from behind the doors as they begin to open.

"That raspy voice could only belong to one person . . ." I say tiredly as I hold in the urge to groan as the doors opened to reveal the Animal, Dave Bautista, looking at us with a small scowl on his face. "Hello Dave."

"Hello Amanda . . . oh wait a minute; that's the wrong thing to say after the meeting I just had with Hunter," says Dave as he steps into the cart. "I should be saying this instead: hello my fellow Evolution stable mates."

"Oh cut the crap Dave," says Randy as he shook his head at him, a scowl evident on his face. "Don't you remember? Evolution was ended years ago."

"Yeah I remember that," says Dave as the doors closed right behind him. "But thanks to Hunter and the Creative department, they're planning to have our old faction reform after WrestleMania."

"You can't be serious?" mumbled Randy as he shakes his head in disbelief. "They're bringing our old faction back after all these years? Why the hell would they do that?"

"With Bray Wyatt and his lackeys already in a storyline with Cena these days, they wanted another faction to deal with the Shield," explains Dave as he puts his hands in his pockets. "They have us scheduled to reform on the April 14 addition of Raw, and we're basically supposed to have a beef with them because they will apparently turn their back on Hunter in the long run."

"Is Ric going to be a part of this too?" I ask with an eyebrow raised as we continued downward.

"Nope, they're going to have him be on the Shield's side this time around," says Dave as his scowl deepened even further. I couldn't blame him. Ric and Dave were very close friends during Evolution's original run, and have been friends the years afterward . . .

. . . And I got to admit, it's going to be weird to have Evolution back together without the Dirtiest Player in the Game with us.

"This sounds like such a bad idea to me . . ." grumbles Randy as he crosses his arms in disdain. "A freaking bad idea . . ."

"What's wrong Randy? Afraid you're going to get your butt kicked out of the group again like last time?" asks Dave with a smirk as we finally reach the lobby. "Rejection can really hurt a guy, you know? It still burns, doesn't it?"

"Shut that mouth of yours up, or else I'll shut it up for you," Randy threatens with a sneer on his face as his hands noticeably clench into fists. "Let's get this one thing clear: I'm not too happy that we have to work together again, since I just don't like you . . ."

"Oh the feeling is mutual Randy . . . trust me," Dave cuts in as the doors open up behind him. "But it's not just because of the fact that I don't like you. I basically hate you. I hated you during Evolution's original run . . . And I hate you today as WWE World Heavyweight Champion. I'm not too happy that we have to work together either, and even though we have to act all buddy-buddy on camera, I'll make sure to make your life a living hell off screen. Got that?"

"Oh trust me . . . I'll try my hardest to make sure your experience here with the WWE is a short one. . . I can't wait to see you quit again." says Randy as the two continued their intense stare off.

"You're not getting rid of me that easy Orton," says Dave as he turns on his heels to leave. "I'm here to stay, and I'm going to make sure it's a long stay. See you in the ring Sunday, Orton."

"Oh yeah, you'll see me," Randy says with a scowl on his face as Dave walks away. "You'll see me kick your ass! You better be ready Dave!"

"Oh I'll be ready Orton," says Dave as he continues to walk away. ". . . Ready to see you lie on your back battered and bruised after I'm done with you. See you then snakes!"

"Umm . . . you do remember that the script for WrestleMania does call for you two to actually work together for a few minutes to get rid of Daniel right?" I ask with an eyebrow raised as we stepped out of the elevator.

"I know, which is something that I'm hoping will get changed before then so I won't have to work together with that bastard," grumbles Randy as he rewrapped his arm around my waist. "I can't believe Hunter is actually bringing our old group back together, well . . . minus Flair. I wonder what he was on when he actually thought that up."

"I was acting perfectly normal when I thought it up Randy," says Hunter as he suddenly materializes behind us from a side hallway. "Besides, I believe bringing back Evolution will eventually help you and Batista become friends again."

"One: Dave and I were never friends," says Randy as he lifts up a finger into the air. "And two: you must be living in a fairytale if you believe Dave and I will ever become friends."

"Well, it was just a thought . . ." says Hunter as he does a slight shrug. "Just try to work together with him while you're on camera okay? Off camera, I don't care what you two do . . . as long as it doesn't end up with you two killing each other."

"Aw . . ." mumbles Randy, which makes me look at him in slight shock. As soon as he looks at me, his look becomes slightly puzzled. "What babe? You know what I'm capable of . . . What Hunter just said is possible."

"And that's what I'm afraid of . . ." says Hunter as he shakes his head at him. "Anyway . . . where are you two headed off to on such a fine day?"

"We're going to the hotel some of Randy's family members are staying at. Randy here promised Alanna that he would do something with her today . . ." I say as I narrow my eyes at Hunter's changing look, one that looked like he was hoping the answer I had just gave him wasn't true. "Okay, what's with that face Hunter?"

"I . . . uh . . . . How can I put this in a way that won't piss Randy off right away?" asks the Game as he scratches the back of his neck.

"Hunter . . . what did you do?" Randy asks him as his voice takes on a threatening edge. "What the hell did you do?"

"Uh . . . I kinda booked you to do a radio interview in two hours Ran . . ." Hunter tells him with a nervous chuckle as he continues to scratch the back of his neck.

"You WHAT?" asks Randy as he widened his eyes, his yelling gaining a view curious stares from some of the other people in the lobby. "What for?"

"Oh . . . just to build up some more anticipation for your title match on Sunday . . ." answers Hunter as the three of us started walking toward the exit. "It should be a quick job . . . The interview is going to last for a good half hour to an hour give or take. Once that's done, you're free to hang with your daughter until your shift at Access tonight."

"You really have some shitty timing Hunter . . ." grumbles Randy as we steps out onto the sidewalk.

"Yeah . . . sorry," Hunter tells him apologetically as he fishes out a piece of paper from his pocket. "Here's the address and the name of the radio station that your interview will be taking place. The place is out along the outskirts of the city, so it'll be a bit of a drive. . ."

"Well this day just got better and better . . ." grumbles the Viper as he took the slip of paper from out of Hunter's hand.

"Like I said, I'm sorry . . ." says Hunter as he shrugs his shoulders in defeat. "Now if you excuse me . . . I have to go meet up with Steph at the café up the block. I'll see you two later . . ."

"See ya . . . Oh wait!" I call after him as the thought suddenly occurs to me. "Why are you getting a certain group from the past back together again after WrestleMania huh?"

"Oh . . . you two talked with Batista didn't you?" Hunter asks us with a sheepish look on his face as he turned back around to face us.

"We had to share a freaking elevator ride with him . . ." Randy tells him bluntly as he crosses his arms.

"Oh . . . yeah . . . . I'll explain later . . . when Randy's not shooting me daggers . . . bye!" says Hunter as he quickly books it down the street, gaining a few surprised stares in the process.

"Well that was something . . ." I mumble to myself as I place a hand into my pocket. "What are you going to do now Randy?"

"Sometimes being a famous WWE wrestler can be such a pain in the ass," grumbles Randy as he looks down at the piece of paper. "I might as well go do the interview, even though I'm going to hate every single second of it . . ."

"But that means you'll be gone for the next few hours, give or take," I say unsurely as I do the math. "What about Alanna? You said you were going to spend time with her today."

"And I will, after I do the interview . . ." he tells me in defeat. "Can you go on ahead and tell the others I'll be running a little late?"

"Sure . . . the hotel is on Pierre Drive right?" I ask as I take my phone out and tap its' GPS app.

"Yeah . . . they're staying at the Hilton." he tells me with a scowl on his face as he takes his keys out from his pocket.

"Oh . . . I got it on my GPS. Huh . . . the place is only a few streets down the road. I can just walk there." I tell him with a smirk as I pocket my phone.

"Alright, while you're off to meet up with my family, I have to go through the next few hours doing work," he tells me as he brought a hand to my cheek. "How did I get the short end of the stick?"

"Well, it is hard to not notice these impeccably good looks of yours." I say with a smirk as I leaned my face up to his.

"That's a good answer," he tells me with a chuckle as he gives me a goodbye kiss. "Tell Alanna I'll be there soon . . . I'll see you later alright?"

"You better." I tell him with a playful scowl on my face as I watched him walk off to the parking lot. He shoots me a smirk before turning around the corner, disappearing from my line of sight. After watching him leave, I turn on my heels and start walking down the street to Pierre Drive, managing to walk down two blocks before a familiar car horn got my attention.

"Now who could that be?" I ask in mock shock as I turned to look at the street to see Randy driving by me in his Hummer, with the windows conveniently rolled down. "Don't you have an interview to get to Mr.?"

"I'm on my way now . . . See you later babe!" he tells me with a grin before shooting me a small salute. I watch him as he drives down to the next light. With his indicator light blinking, he turns left down the intersecting street, completely disappearing from my sight for the next few hours.

"Now where was I?" I mutter to myself as I continue my walk. It takes me another five blocks before I reach Pierre Drive. Turning onto the street, I instantly spot the Hilton a mere two blocks away. I quickly breeze through the blocks and walk into the lobby to see it already fairly busy, with even a few noticeable wrestling fans within its' midst.

"Amanda, we're over here!"

I turn as soon as I hear my name to see Bob, Elaine, and Alanna sitting in the small lounge area by the far wall, and judging from the look on Alanna's face, I could tell that she wasn't too happy that Randy hadn't walked in with me.

"Where's my son?" asks Bob as I quickly walk over to them. "I thought he was coming over with you."

"Yeah . . . about that . . . he's out doing a small work-related job that was just given to him from out of the blue by one of our bosses," I tell them apologetically as I weave my fingers together. "But he did say that he'll be back as fast as he can."

"Oh that boy," says Elaine with a small shake of her head. "He's going to have a lot of explaining to do once he gets' back here."

"You said it Grandma," says Alanna as she crosses her arms, a disapproving look dotting her face as she stared out the window.

"Yep, he definitely has a lot of explaining to do . . ." says Bob with a small chuckle as he took one of Elaine's hands in his. "Well . . . we're off to see some of my old wrestling buddies who're in town for WrestleMania . . . You think you'll be alright with Alanna by yourself Amanda?"

"I think I can make things work . . ." I say with a smirk as I turned to the two. "You two go have some fun. Alanna and I will be just fine here. . ."

"If you say so . . ." says Elaine as the two make their way to the exit.

"I told you she would be walking normally when we see her. You now have to the dishes for the next two months." I hear Elaine whisper to Bob as they walked out the building, making my eyes widen a little as soon as I put the pieces together.

"What's with the surprised look on your face 'Manda?" Alanna suddenly asks me, her voice instantly breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Oh it's nothing Alanna . . ." I say with a sheepish smirk as I kneeled down next to her so that we were at eye level. "It's just that . . . I think I figured out what your grandparents' bet was."

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