Hey everyone! I know I have Unleash the Beast going, but I really wanted to start another fan fiction, but have no fear, Unleash the Beast is my baby, and I won't let it go for anything. If I don't get many reviews for this story, then I'll wait till Unleash the Beast is done to start this up again, so it's all up to you guys! So please review, I think this is a pretty good story. Thanks! Also, I'm going to be calling Rey Mysterio by Rey, just to let you all know!

Laura

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Samantha Calloway hoists her bag up on her shoulders and smiles up at her father.

"Thanks again for letting me wrestle with you," she says, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"Darlin', you're not wrestling, you're my valet. Big difference," Mark corrects her, "besides, don't thank me, thank Vince."

The two pass some fans and he stops to sign a few autographs before heading into the arena.

"This can't be! I must be seeing things," A male voice says behind them, "Rey, is that Sam Calloway?"

Samantha squeals and turns around to see Eddie Guerrero and Rey Mysterio standing there.

"Eddie!" Sam rushes up to him and jumps on him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Hola mamacita!" Eddie replies, hugging her tightly, "what are you doing here?"

He sets her down and she hugs Rey.

"I'm daddy's valet now," she replies, glancing at her dad, "I'm excited to be here!"

"Darlin', I'm heading to the locker room, stay with Eddie," Mark states, walking away.

"Hungry?" Eddie asks, grabbing Sam's hand and leading her down to catering.

"You know it!"

The three walk into catering and grab a bite to eat. They're all laughing and having a good time when Rey nudges her. He points to a man who just walked in. He's tall with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He's wearing black slacks and a black button down shirt with the top buttons opened.

"There's Randy Orton," he states as Randy grabs a plate and starts to pile food on it.

Samantha stares at the man who he dad despises and sighs. He looks up and looks right at her. She looks away and starts to talk to Rey again.

Randy walks into catering and looks around before getting a bite to eat. He looks up and notices a beautiful brunette staring at him. She quickly turns away and resumes talking to Eddie and Rey. He smirks and goes to sit down next to his good friend, Dave Batista.

"I think I just found my new conquest," Randy announces, smiling, "the beautiful brunette sitting with Rey and Eddie."

Dave turns and finds the woman Randy's talking about.

"Looks new. Don't scare her yet man," Dave replies, looking back at Randy, "let her go for now."

Randy snorts and begins eating. He looks up right when Mark Calloway enters the room. His happy mood turns sour as he glares at the older man. Mark stops at the table where Rey, Eddie and the brunette are sitting. He talks to her for a bit before she gets up and follows him out of the room.

"Calloway just left with the brunette," Randy states, standing up, "I'll be back."

Sam and Mark walk down the hall to make-up and costumes.

"This is Alice, she'll be getting you ready for tonight," Mark says, taking a seat in one of the vacant chairs.

Sam and Alice search through the racks of clothes before they decide on a short black, leather skirt, a fitted Undertaker shirt and knee high black boots. Sam walks out of the bathroom and smiles at her dad.

"How does it look?" She asks, spinning around.

"I don't like it. Do you have any pants?" Mark asks Alice gruffly.

"I have some leather ones, but Mark this looks pretty good," Alice argues, placing her hands on her hips.

"Yeah dad, I like…" Sam starts but Mark cuts her off.

"Pants will look better," Mark states firmly, "don't argue."

Sam sighs and trudges back into the bathroom to change into the pants Alice has for her. After she changes, Alice does her hair and make-up for her.

"Thanks Alice, I look great!" Sam exclaims, "right daddy?"

All she gets for a response is a grunt. Mark stands up and they walk back to the locker room.

"Can I go hang with Rey?" Sam asks, giving her dad her puppy dog eyes, "please!"

"Fine, but be back before the show starts," Mark replies, heading into the bathroom to change.

Sam heads down the hall and as she turns the corner, she bumps into a very solid object. Before falling to the ground, a strong arm wraps around her waist, steadying her.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was…" Sam trails off as she stares into those same piercing blue eyes she saw before.

"No problem. You ok?" Randy asks, a smile on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sam replies, noticing his arm is still around her waist.

He removes it and offers his hand to her.

"Randy Orton," he says, "legend killer."

"Samantha," she states, "legend's daughter."

"Samantha what?" Randy questions.

"Calloway. I'm Mark's only daughter."

Randy's eyes go wide and his smile falters.

"Calloway?" He repeats again, a glint of fire in his eyes.

"Yeah," Sam replies, backing away slowly, "well, see ya."

She scampers away as Randy watches her leave. Dave comes up behind him and pats him on the back.

"What's wrong?" Dave asks, as Randy slowly turns to him.

"The new girl's Calloway's daughter," Randy states, a smile returning to his face, "his ONLY daughter."

"Aw man, let her go," Dave begs, "don't hurt her. She seems nice."

Dave shakes his head and walks away, leaving Randy alone.

"This is going to be fun."

Sam walks into the locker room to see her dad fully dressed in his ring attire. She makes one last look in the mirror before grabbing her trench coat. Together, they head down to the gorilla area and Sam starts to bite her lower lip causing Mark to chuckle.

"Darlin', you'll do fine," he comforts, giving her a pat on the back, "ready?"

Mark's music hits and Sam flips up the collar on her coat to hide her face. She trails behind her father as he slowly gets into the ring.

"Randy Orton," Mark growls, as the mist swirls around the two, "get your ass out here!"

Suddenly, Randy's music hits and both him and his dad, Bob Orton, walk out, smiling.

"Undertaker, sorry to interrupt, but we have a surprise for you," Randy states, signaling to the back.

The guys in the back bring out a large check and Randy smirks.

"Deadman, this is a check for 1,416 dollars toward the 'Undertaker Retirement Fund'," Randy explains, licking his lips, "have fun."

Mark growls and stares at the check as the lights start to flicker. Suddenly, a lighting bolt strikes the check, causing it to go up in flames. Randy scampers away from the check, glaring at Mark. Randy starts to head to the back, but Mark catches his attention.

"This is my daughter, Samantha. Mess with her, you mess with me," he warns, staring at Randy as his music hits.

They head to the back where Mark tells Sam to go back to the locker room.

"I'll be right there," Mark states, giving his daughter a kiss on the cheek, "good job."

Mark walks away and Sam heads back to the locker room, not noticing Randy following her. She pushes open the locker room door and strips off her shirt, throwing it on the couch. She bends over her suitcase, looking for another shirt to wear.

"Hi," Randy says from behind her.

Sam lets out a scream and whirls around, trying to cover herself.

"What the hell are you doing in here!" Sam demands angrily.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Randy innocently replies, smirking, "blue's a good color on you."

Sam looks down at her bra and blushes and grabs another shirt, pulling it over her head.

"What do you want?" Sam asks, glaring at Randy.

"I was just wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner with a bunch of us," Randy says, "come on, it'll be fun."

"Like my dad would let me go some where with you," Sam replies, "sorry, I'd love to, but I don't think that will happen."

"Just don't mention my name," Randy suggests, "here's my cell number, call me if you're going."

Randy leaves quickly and Mark returns, grumbling. Sam bite's her lip and shoves the cell number into her pocket.

"Daddy," Sam says, "can I ask you something?"

"What is it baby girl?" Mark states, sitting down on the couch and pulling off his boots.

"Can I go out to eat with some of the guys," Sam asks, "please."

"Who's going?" He demands, his full attention on her.

"Dave, Rey, Eddie, some of the girls," Sam lies, "come on."

"As long as Rey or Eddie's going," Mark replies, "lets go."

"Where?" Sam asks quickly.

"We're going to ask them if they're going," Mark smiles.

They walk down the hall to Rey and Eddie's locker room and Mark knocks, then they both walk in.

"You guys going to dinner tonight?" Mark demands as the two look at him confused, "Sam said you were going out with Dave and some of the others."

Sam mouths 'help' and Rey notices, smiling.

"Oh yeah, we're going," Rey says quickly, "remember Eddie, Dave asked us earlier."

Eddie notices the look Rey's giving him and nods in agreement. Mark turns to Sam and sighs.

"Fine, you can go," Mark gives in, turning to Eddie and Rey, "watch her."

Mark storms away and Sam sighs, placing a hand on her chest.

"Thanks guys, my dad would kill me if he found out I was going out with Randy," Sam explains, " thanks for covering me."

"No problem Chica," Eddie replies, "wait…Randy?"

"Please don't tell!" Sam begs, "it's not just him!"

"You better not get caught. Your dad will have both your heads," Rey warns.

"I know. Thanks again," Sam states, dashing out of the room and down the hall.

She runs through the halls before stopping at one of the doors. She knocks and Randy opens the door wearing just his dress pants.

"Samantha, hi," Randy says, surprised, "come on in."

He steps aside and allows her to enter. She stands next to the couch as he walks over next to her.

"I just came to say that I'm going tonight," Sam explains.

"Really?" Randy smirks, "that's great. We're leaving around 10."

"Why don't I meet you down in the lobby at quarter till," Sam suggests, smiling.

"Sounds good to me," Randy replies, "I'll see you then."

At the Hotel

Mark is watching TV as Sam is rushing around the room trying to find something to wear. Mark turns his attention to his daughter.

"It's not that hard to find something to wear," Mark grumbles.

Sam glares at her father and finally finds something to wear. She rushes into the bathroom to change and when she emerges, Mark is talking on the phone. He does a double take and hangs up.

"You're not wearing that," Mark states roughly, "that skirt is too short and that shirt is too low."

Sam looks down at her outfit and sighs. She's wearing a sparkly emerald green halter-top with a black skirt. She crosses her arms across her chest and glares at her father.

"Daddy, please, it's not that bad," Sam glances at her watch, "I gotta go. Don't wait up for me."

Sam gives him a kiss on the cheek before grabbing her purse and rushing out the door.

Randy is waiting down in the lobby and he checks his watch again. He's wearing a white button down shirt under his black leather jacket with black slacks. He turns as the elevator opens and he stares, wide-eyed as Sam walks toward him.

"You look excellent!" Randy exclaims, causing Sam to blush.

"Thanks, you look good too," Sam replies, "where is everybody?"

"We're meeting them there," Randy says, "ready?"

They walk out of the hotel and Randy ushers her into a black Porsche. He holds open the door open for her before getting in on the driver's side. He looks over at her and she smiles at him.

"My dad would kill me if he found out I was with you right now," Sam states laughing, "I'm always the rebel."

Randy smiles and slowly runs his eyes over her body. Sam turns to look at him and he quickly looks up at her. He turns his attention back to the road and soon they pull up to an Italian Restaurant. Randy parks and helps Sam out of the car. He places his hand on the small of her back and they walk inside.

"It's under Orton," Randy tells the server.

The server leads the two to a small private table, set for two. Sam shoots Randy a look as he pulls out her chair for her.

"Randy, where is everyone?" Sam asks, staring at him.

"I have a confession to make," Randy smiles, "I lied about all of us going out. I just wanted to go out with you, alone"

Sam tosses her napkin on the table before standing up. Randy jumps up as well and grabs her arm.

"Please don't leave Samantha," Randy begs, "just one date."

Sam looks deep into his blue eyes and sighs, nodding.

"Fine," she gives in, "one date."

Randy smiles as they both sit back down. The waiter comes up to the table and asks what they'd like to drink.

"A bottle of your best wine," Randy replies, smiling at Sam.

The waiter walks away and Sam picks up the menu to look at what she's going to eat.

"You can't hide behind that menu all night," Randy jokes, taking it out of her hands, "you look beautiful."

"Thank you," Sam says quietly.

The waiter returns with their wine and they order before he leaves them alone again.

"Tell me about yourself," Randy states, taking a drink of his wine.

"Not much to tell. I'm 23 and I live on my dad's estate in my own little house. My dad's very protective of me. The last guy I went out with, daddy scared away," Sam says, smiling, "ever since my dad joined the WWE, I wanted to be just like him. I wanted to be the female version of my dad, kicking ass and taking names. When he told me I could be his valet, I was ecstatic."

"I take it that your Daddy's little angel," Randy replies, taking her hand, "what else? What are some of your favorite things."

"I love country music and I love to party, but the thing I love the most is sitting outside on a clear night looking up at the stars," Sam says, "so I've told you about me, now it's your turn."

"I'm 25, I live in St. Louis. I have a brother and a sister, who are both younger. I've always wanted to be in the WWE," Randy says, "working here is a dream come true."

Their food arrives and they eat as they engage in small talk. After dinner, Randy pays as Sam protests, but Randy wins in the end. They walk out to the car and Randy holds open the door for her again. He turns into an empty park and Sam looks at him, confused.

"What are we doing here?" Sam asks, looking around as Randy helps her out of the car.

"You're favorite thing," Randy replies, pointing to the darkened sky.

They sit on a park bench and stare up at the sky. Sam leans into Randy and he wraps his arm around her shoulders.

"I'm glad you decided to stay," Randy says softly, "I really had a great time."

"Me too," Sam agrees, "you're different that what I expected. Damn, we better get back. Daddy's probably freaking out."

Randy nods and they head back to the car. He drives back to the hotel and follows her up to her floor.

"You better not go any further, my dad might be up," Sam states, placing a hand on his chest.

"I don't care," Randy replies, taking her hand in his and looking deep into her green eyes.

They stop in front of her door and Sam turns to Randy.

"I had a great time," Sam says, smiling, "thanks again."

Randy smiles and slowly leans in to kiss her. Suddenly, someone grabs Randy by the throat and slams him up against the wall. Sam gasps as her father starts to squeeze Randy's neck, causing him to gasp for air. Mark's gaze turns to his daughter then back to Randy.

"Daddy! Stop!" Sam yells, rushing forward, grabbing his arm, "Stop!"

Mark releases Randy, causing him to fall to the ground coughing, and he turns to his daughter.

"Get in the room…NOW!" Mark roars.

Sam scampers into the room and Mark crouches down by Randy.

"You go near her again Boy, I'll kill you," He warns, turning and slamming the door to the room.

"Samantha Katherine Calloway!" Mark yells, stalking up to his daughter, backing her into a corner, "you disobeyed your own damn father!"

"Daddy…"Sam starts, tears coming to her eyes, but she's cut off by him.

"You lied to me and went out with the no good son of a bitch! You won't see him again!" Mark threatens, "and if you do, you're gone."

Mark walks out of the room, leaving a frightened Sam alone. Slowly tears roll down her cheeks as she crouches in the corner.

"I'll never be able to see him again."

There ya go! Please tell me if you want me to continue….so YES or NO….gotta tell me! Thanks!

Laura