Chapter 59: Returning to the Ring Pt. 1

Amanda's POV; WWE Fastlane Day

"Baby, do you know what day it is?" I hear my fiancée whisper in my ear as I keep my eyes shut, not allowing his husky voice to interfere with my slumber. "Honey, I know you heard me. Do you know what day it is?

"Uh . . . Is it Hump Day?" I ask him absentmindedly as I start to fold my pillow over my head like a soft taco shell in order to block him out.

"No, that's Wednesday, and it is Sunday," he tells me childishly as I feel his body come closer to me from behind. "But we can celebrate Hump Day in a different way, if you know what I mean."

"Babe, calm your horny urges. Our girls share the room with us, remember?" I tell him bluntly as I resist the urge to hit him in the gut with my elbow.

"I remember . . ." he tells me glumly as I feel his chin on my shoulder. "I'll give you a second chance to answer my question then. 'Manda, do you know what day it is?"

"It's the anniversary of your motorcycle accident?" I guess with a smirk on my face, knowing very well Randy would be staring at me with a look of either skepticism, or outright disbelief in that I would remember that particular day out of many others. "You're speechless Mr. Viper. Did I guess right?"

"Hell no you didn't . . ." he tells me grumpily as I felt a sharp sting on my ass. "And that slap to the butt was your punishment for guessing wrong, again. . . And seriously 'Manda, you had to bring that day up again?"

"Hey . . . You were the one that was involved in that accident, not me," I say with a smirk as I feel Randy's arm wrap around my waist and roll me around so that I could actually face him. His face is basically an expressionless mask, while I just let a sarcastic smirk grace mine. "What? Did I strike a nerve or something?"

"You can say that . . ." he tells me grumpily as I release my hold on my pillow. "Do you always have to bring up bad memories for me?"

"Hey!" I argue with a scowl on my face. "I don't usually bring up bad memories for you. I barely do that! I may be a psychic, but I'm not that heartless."

"Yeah . . . You're not someone that could be that heartless in the first place . . ." he tells me with a smirk, which only makes me scowl at him even more. "Alright, alright . . . You're heartless in a wrestling ring, I'll give you that . . ."

"Thank you . . ." I say curtly as I prop my head up on my shoulder. "And by the way, speaking of motorcycles, when are you going to take me on your Harley hmm? You've bragged before that you wanted to take me on a ride through St. Louis on it, but you never did . . ."

"Trust me 'Manda. That is something I still plan on doing. We could probably go on that ride the next time we're back home in our good ol' hometown, well, after I get it back from the auto shop." he tells me as a look of sudden realization appears across his face.

"You still haven't gotten it back from your mechanic?" I ask as I raise an eyebrow. "Randy babe, what is taking you so long to do that?"

"I've . . . had a lot on my plate, to put it in simple terms," he tells me with a sad shake of his head. "Traveling for work . . . taking care of you and our girls . . . It's hard to find the time to get back my Harley from the shop."

"I see . . . Well, we still have my Suzuki. We can still take a ride on that," I say with a smirk as I sit up, my smirk growing bigger as I see the disapproval show on the Viper's face. "The idea doesn't appeal to you?"

"Uh . . . I still think you with your arms wrapped around my waist as we cruise around St. Louis on my Harley would be a much better sight than me with my arms wrapped your waist while cruising around on your Suzuki," he tells me blankly as he too sits up. "Trust me babe, the ride on the Harley would be better. . . Trust me."

"I'm not so sure to be exact . . ." I say as I start to compare the two images in my mind. "But I got to admit, the Harley image is a much better visual than the Suzuki one."

"Viper: 1, Anaconda: 0" he tells me with a smirk, narrowly jumping out of the way before my hand could hit his shoulder. He stares at me from our bedside with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed over his chest, as if he realized he just did something better than me, which I have to admit, he actually did do in a way. "You're going to have to do better than that baby."

"Okay, remind me one day that we seriously have to race each other one of these days because I seriously want to see who's the fastest vampire in this relationship," I grumble for a reply as I whip the sheets off my legs and climb out of bed. "Do you want the bathroom first, or should I have the honors? We have a long day ahead of ourselves."

"You go ahead . . . I'll watch the girls," he tells me as he walks over to the girls' crib. I quickly pick out my underwear, a shirt, and a pair of jeans from my suitcase before walking into the bathroom, and once I have the bathroom door closed behind me, I quickly disrobe myself and step into the shower. I'm halfway through rinsing out my hair when I hear the door open, turning around to see Randy step inside with a small smirk on his face. "Mr. Orton, what are you planning?"

"Don't worry; I'm only here to brush my teeth, Mrs. Orton?" he tells me slyly as he holds up his toothbrush.

"Mrs. Orton?" I ask as I shake my hair out doggie style to get the excess water out. "Yeah . . . I haven't gotten that name distinction just yet Mr. Viper."

"Yeah, but you will soon enough . . . Wait a minute, will you be willing to take my last name when we get married?" he asks me curiously as he applies some toothpaste to his toothbrush.

"Yeah, sure . . . I don't mind it one bit," I tell him simply as I start to lather my rag with the soap bar. "Besides, who wouldn't want to be a part of the great Orton family of wrestling fame hmm?"

"That is a wise answer for you to say . . ." he tells me with a grin as he puts the tube of toothpaste down onto the counter. "So, have the wedding ideas started running through your brain yet?"

"Yeah, they have . . . My sister has been getting on my case about it after all. Bringing me bridal magazines, suggesting websites I could look up on to do research for the big day . . ." I say as I start to lather my body with soap. "Yeah . . . she's helping me stay focused on the whole wedding planning thing. Ah . . . bless Monica's wolfish heart."

"Well, that's what you get when you make your sister your maid of honor after all . . ." he tells me knowingly before he starts brushing away at his fangs.

"I know, but to be honest, the choice of who my maid of honor would be was a no-brainer for me. Monica and I are as close as twin sisters can be, well, with our own little things here and there. . . Besides, Monica and I made a promise to each other years ago that whenever one of us got married, the other would serve as the maid of honor. . ." I tell him as I step into the shower's watery path. He shoots me a sappy look, his mouth completely filled with toothpaste as his lips remained covered in the stuff. "Don't shoot me the sappy look."

"Sorry, but I couldn't help myself," he tells me with through his glob of toothpaste before spitting it out. "At least you already had someone in mind to be your number two at the wedding."

"Still having trouble picking out a best man huh?" I ask with a smirk as I turn off the shower.

"You have no idea . . ." he grumbles as he starts to brush his tongue.

"Can you pass me a towel?" I ask as I hold my hand out for one. He quickly plops one right into my grasp before I retract it back inside the shower and wrap it around myself. "And getting back to your whole choosing a best man issue, I can see how bad your dilemma is . . . Right now, in my opinion; you have five top contenders for it: Nate, John, Edge, Ted, and Cody. Out of everyone, you've known those five for more than ten years, you're related to one by blood, you're related to another by venom, you've known a couple of them since we were kids, you've known one since our OVW days . . . Wow, that really is a hard decision to make."

"See what I mean?" he asks me with a sheepish look on his face as I step out of the shower. "I'm going to have to think long and hard about this decision."

"I know you'll make the right decision . . ." I say with a smirk as I pat him on the back. "And if the others don't agree with your decision, you can just intimidate them into agreeing with it."

"'Intimidate them into agreeing with it?" he asks me as he rinses out his toothbrush. ". . . That does sound doable."

"I figured you would like the idea . . ." I say with a chuckle as I dry my legs. "And how's this for another idea. I was thinking we have a small wedding. You know, a whole family and friends thing, something along those lines . . ."

"I wish that was possible baby," Randy tells me as he picks up the mouthwash. "But we can't do that. We have too many friends here at work. We're both still connected with people we've known in high school, especially you and your old volleyball teammates. Plus, we have many family members between our two families. . . I'm all for a small wedding, you know I don't like large parties and all, but with all the people we know and/or related to, that's not particularly possible."

"You make such a good point . . . and that's usually my job," I tell him as I dry my back. The Viper manages to make a chuckling sound as he gargles his mouthwash before spitting it out, turning to me with a fang bearing grin. "It's virtually impossible to accomplish a small wedding with our connections, unless we just blatantly decide to not invite people, but that would be just to mean for us to do, plus our moms would never let us live it down anyway."

"That is correct . . . you can't mess with the moms," Randy tells me as I bring my towel to my hair. "Hey babe, can I ask you something?"

"Sure . . ." I say as I shake my hair out doggie style again. "What do you want to ask me?"

"I was wondering if I . . . could plan the honeymoon." he tells me sheepishly as he picks up another towel and dries his mouth.

"Oh . . . you mean take the lead on planning it," I ask him as I grab the lotion and squirt some into my hand. "Or do you mean you want to plan the honeymoon so that only you would know about it so you can make it a complete surprise for me."

"The second reason you just said . . ." Randy tells me bluntly as I rub my hands. "I figured since you're going to be so busy taking the lead on planning the wedding, I thought I would help out and take the honeymoon planning off your plate."

"Aw . . . that's so sweet. Sure, I'll let you plan the honeymoon, and you better make it good," I tell him in my serious tone of voice. "Now, are you going to leave, or are you staying to watch me lotion myself."

"I would so love to watch you touch yourself while you lotion this beautiful body of yours, but I better get back to the girls," he tells me sadly as opens the door, but stops as soon as he takes hold of the doorknob. "Uh . . . Nate's not right outside this door is he?"

"Thankfully no . . . he's actually in his room doing some push-ups," I tell him as I quickly search Nate's mind. "We're good babe."

"Thank God . . ." he tells me with relief flooding his voice as he opens the door. "The last thing I want is for Nate to be right behind this door with you still naked and all."

"Amanda's naked? Let me see!" we hear him call as we hear his footsteps approaching us, but Randy quickly gets out the room and closes the door behind him before Nate has a chance to look. "Aw man, the Viper's mad . . . RUN AWAY!"

"And the Viper successfully prevents his brother from looking at his nude mate once again," I say with a smirk as Randy opens the door just a crack so that only his head was able to poke into the room. "How do you do it?"

"Lots of practice . . . Now, don't I deserve a kiss for protecting you from my brother's prying eyes?" he asks me hopefully. I walk over to him and give him a kiss to the lips for a job well done. ". . . Now I can go about my day . . ."

"Just get out so I can finish getting ready . . ."

Normal POV; An hour & a half later

"So, you're finally making your reappearance for the WWE Universe . . ." said Nate as he watched his brother pull some pieces of luggage from out of his bedroom. The Orton boys and 'Manda were checking out of their hotel before making their way to the Memphis arena for the Fastlane pay-per-view later today. "How does it feel to be going back into the ring huh?"

"Well, I'm not really going to be in an actual match tonight Nate," said Randy as he looked back into the bedroom to see if he had forgotten anything. "I'm just going to show up at the end of the Authority's match to deal out some RKOs against a few of my unsuspecting coworkers, that's all."

"Yeah . . . and then tomorrow you're going to rejoin their side, only to get close enough to deal Rollins some payback for what he did to you back in November," said the younger Orton as he opened the door. "Trust me; this rivalry you're going to have with Rollins is going to lead to a WrestleMania match between the two of you for sure."

"To be honest, that's what I'm banking on," said Randy as he followed his brother out the room. "I had to be taken out of the arena on a stretcher after the assault Rollins and the rest of the Authority dealt me, and even though it was scripted, I still feel like Rollins deserves some payback for it."

"Dude, you're talking about a guy that Curb Stomped one of his old Shield stablemates into a stack of cinderblocks," said Nate as he watched his brother close the door behind them. "He stomped the crap out of Ambrose . . . I'm amazed the Lunatic Fringe still has some common sense to his credit after that hit. . . . Wait, does Ambrose still have his common sense after that hit he took?"

"Sometimes I wonder if he had ever had it in the first place . . ." said Randy as the two made their way to the elevators. "Besides, I don't really talk to him anyway."

"Why not?"

"Well, for starters . . ." mumbled the Viper as they reached the elevators. "Ambrose is a were-spider-"

"Please don't say anymore!" Nate exclaimed as he pressed the down button. 'The idea of people being half-spider is absolutely sickening to me. That's why Spiderman is my least favorite superhero."

"That would explain why you could never sit through a screening of any of the Spiderman movies . . ." said Randy as a thoughtful look came across his face.

"You've managed to do that?" Nate asked him in disbelief as the elevator doors opened up.

"Like I told you before: I'm creeped out by the actual little arachnid kind of spider, not people who have spider like abilities like were-spiders and Spiderman," explained Randy as he walked into the elevator cart. "Now let's go Nate. 'Manda and Hal are waiting with the twins in the bus downstairs."

"Did 'Manda check us out when she went down earlier?" the younger brother asked as Randy pressed the button for the lobby.

"That's what she said she was going to do before she left twenty minutes ago . . ." said Randy as the elevator moved downward. "Have you not been paying attention?"

"Not really . . . I was thinking about my failed opportunity to see 'Manda naked and all," said Nate as he did a small shrug. When he noticed his brother shooting daggers at him, Nate surprisingly shot him a smile in return. "Yes brother . . . I'm that cruel."

"And you're going to end up in a hospital bed if I hear that kind of crap from you again . . ." grumbled the Viper as he turned to the door.

"Ah lighten up Randy . . . You know I was only kidding about that," said Nate as the elevator doors opened up to reveal the lobby before them. "You don't have to get all overprotective soulmate on me man . . . I mean you no harm."

"I know, I know, but sometimes you take your jokes and kidding ways a little too far for my liking," said the Viper as the two made their way to the exit. "To be honest, you take your jokes so far that I just want to punch you right in your face in order to shut you up."

"You would actually do that to me . . ." Nate asked him in shock as he looked at his brother in shock. 'Wait, why am I acting surprised about this? You've threatened me, and made good on your threats, many times before as we were growing up. . ."

"That's true too . . ." said Randy as they walked outside. They turned their heads to see the bus waiting for them down the block, 'Manda waving at them from her spot within the bus' doorway. "Can you at least try to watch your mouth, and refrain from making any rude jokes about 'Manda on my watch so that I won't seriously get all Viper on you and RKO you straight onto the concrete."

"I'll try, but I'm not making any promises . . ." said Nate as he sighed in defeat as the two made their way down the block. "And if the opportunity does arise for me to make a joke or sarcastic comment . . ."

"You'll keep your mouth shut and hold your tongue?" Randy asked him quickly as the two reached the bus.

"Maybe . . ." Nate said childishly as he shrugged his shoulders. "Anyway, ready to go 'Manda?"

"The rest of us have been ready. We've just been waiting for you two," said the Anaconda as she crossed her arms. "By the way Ran, Steph just called. She wants to meet with us as soon as we get to the arena to talk about what's going to happen during Fastlane tonight. Apparently, the Authority's match is going to be the first one on the show tonight."

"I guess the WWE Universe won't have to wait long for our return after all," said the Viper with a smirk as he pecked his mate's lips. "Are the twins asleep?"

"Yeah . . . They're napping alright . . ." said Amanda as she walked up the stairs and into the bus. "Let's get moving! I want to get to the arena before craft services stops serving breakfast."

"Oh no! I heard they were serving breakfast fajitas today. . . I can't miss the fajitas." said Nate as he picked up his bags and quickly went inside. Randy just shook his head as he climbed inside, and once he was in, Hal closed the door behind him and quickly drove the bus onto the road.

"Feeling any pre-return jitters Mr. Orton?" asked the driver as he snuck a look at Randy, a small smirk dotting his face as he reached for the can of Red Bull in his cup holder.

"I never get nervous when it comes to a wrestling match Hal," said Randy as he walked further back into the box. "And what have 'Manda and I said about you laying off the Red Bull?"

"Uh . . . I'm older than you Ran," argued Hal as he shook his head. "I may have to drive you and 'Manda from city to city, but I don't have to take orders from you when it comes to my diet, no matter how much you're right."

"Oh . . . so you admit Red Bull isn't good for you after all huh?" asked the Viper as he shot his driver a small smirk.

"At my last doctor's visit, my doc told me that I should lay off the energy drinks a bit, but I find it so hard a thing to do," said Hal as he shook his head. 'I think I may have become addicted to the stuff, just like how you're addicted to anything snake-like."

"I'm not addicted to anything snake-like . . ." said Randy as he shook his head. "I'm just interested in snake-like objects."

"Keep telling yourself that Snake Boy," said Hal as his voice took on a disbelieving edge. "Just remember, everyone in this bus knows about your good ol' friend Charlie. . ."

"How did you find out about Charlie?" said Randy in a low tone as he narrowed his eyes at the older man.

"I found out through Cena's bus driver . . ." said Hal as he shook his head. "Oh that northeastern boy just loves sharing that story of how you would always sleep with a stuffed snake in bed till your days in the OVW. Ah, that's rich."

"Note to self: Kick John's ass next time I see him," grumbled the Viper as he put down his stuff before sitting down at the table beside his fiancée. "Does everyone that we know, know about Charlie now?"

"Only our closest family and friends know, for now . . ." said Amanda as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Who knows how long it will take before John, or anyone one of our friends for that matter, spreads your little dark secret across the whole entire roster."

"If someone does that before our wedding, they are officially not invited to it . . ." said Randy as he began cracking his knuckles. "By the way, do you have any idea when you want our wedding to happen?"

"I was definitely thinking we have it in St. Louis," said Amanda as a thoughtful look came across her face. "But as for when, I'm not exactly sure . . ."

"Have you thought of the idea of a destination wedding?" Nate asked the two as he slid into the seat across from them.

"Nate, I just said I wanted the wedding to happen in St. Louis," Amanda told him bluntly as she shot him a blunt stare to boot. "And besides, you're only suggesting the idea of a destination wedding because you're hoping that we pick a tropical location, raising the probability of seeing girls in bikinis that much higher for you."

"Ah . . . you get me so well," said Nate as he put a hand over his heart.

"Babe," said Amanda as she looked up at her mate's face. "You're little brother is an idiot."

"I know babe," said Randy as he shook his head in agreement. 'I know . . ."

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