The Wedding Planner

Summary: While planning the wedding of Stephanie McMahon and Paul "Triple H" Levesque, Ric Flair's neice Bethany finds herself in a situation with Randy Orton that could either end in heart break, or give her that fairytale ending that every girl dreams of. Find out if it's possible for the Legend Killer to fall in love, or if Beth's best friend John Cena was right in saying that Randy will never settle down.

Disclaimer: Bethany Flair is my character, but the rest are real people who unfortunatly i don't own, so don't sue!

Rating: M for Sex and Language.

July 14, 2003 - Raw.

Checking her watch, Bethany impatiently tapped her foot on the concrete floor. They were late. Clutching a black folder in her hands she stifled a yawn, ever since she had agreed to help plan Stephanie's wedding she had been rushed off her feet. She counted herself lucky if she even got a few hours sleep, at the moment coffee was what was keeping her awake, lots of it.

A long black limousine pulled up a few feet away from her, and with a few mumbled words under her breath she walked over to it, opening the door before the driver had chance to. Expecting her uncle to get out first, she was surprised when a dark haired man looking to be in his early 20's stepped out, clutching a black duffel bag in his right hand. She studied his face, those blue eyes.. She'd seen them somewhere. He looked so familiar yet she couldn't put a name to his attractive looking face. Putting her thoughts to the side, she smiled when her uncle did step out of the car, a large smile spread across his face.

Ric pulled her into an embrace, hugging her tightly. He let her go when she gasped for air, letting out a chuckle. She glanced over at Paul and shot him a friendly smile, "Hey Paul. How's it going?"

He smiled back at her, quite surprised to see her here. She was normally over on Smackdown planning the wedding with Stephanie; she must have sent her here. That or have given her a break, which he doubted since the wedding was in less than 3 months and there was still so much more to plan. "What are you doing here?" He asked, in the nicest way possible.

"Well, Stephanie has given me strict orders to take you shopping for your tux, the groomsmen too. Have you decided on them yet? It's just I need to supply the tailor with a list before he does the fittings."

"Yeah, I have. Let's go inside and talk. How long have you been waiting out here? You must be freezing."

He kindly took the folders from her hands as they both walked ahead, Ric and Randy following behind.

"So, who's the broad? She's hot," Randy mentioned, looking ahead and licking his lips.

Ric frowned, "That broads my niece, Bethany." He informed him. "She's helping plan the wedding and is already rushed off her feet, which means she doesn't need any distractions Randy."

Meanwhile, Paul & Beth were still in deep conversation as they walked down the hallway together. Remembering the good looking man she had seen earlier, Beth decided to question Paul on just who he was. "So, who was that guy with you and Ric earlier? I've seen him around.. I just can't think of his name."

"You mean Randy? He's the new kid. You're probably remembering his father, Bob Orton."

Bethany nodded slowly, "Yeah, I think John talked about him once or twice.."

Paul nodded also, conversation soon turning to John, himself. "So, how's Johnny boy doing? I bet its heart-breaking being away from him for a whole week." He said in a playful voice, knowing it would wind her up considerably.

Beth rolled her eyes, smacking his arm playfully. John was perhaps her closest friend in and out of the business. They had met awhile ago while Beth visited a friend in OVW and the two had clicked instantly. Although there was nothing sexual between them, people always assumed there was due to the bond they shared. "Like I've told you a million times over, John & I are just friends. Anything past that would just be.. Weird!"

Paul smirked as they approached the Evolution locker room. He opened the door for her and followed her inside, Ric & Randy not far behind. Beth placed her folder down on one of the benches and opened it up, pulling out a small notepad and pen. "So, Groomsmen are?"

"Well first of all, my best man will be my father." He told her, Beth writing it down with a nod. "As for my groomsmen.." There was another pause. "Shawn Michaels, Kevin Nash, William Regal and.. Mark Calloway."

In the corner of her eye, Beth could see the disappointed look on both Ric & Randy's face. She, herself was surprised too. She didn't know about Randy, but Ric had been a close friend of Paul's for a number of years.

"Oh, and those two idiots over there." He added, letting out a laugh as the two's faces lighting up. Beth smiled and wrote all those names down, placed the notepad back in the folder.

"Steph's got her bridesmaid's picked out and the fittings are all done. The dress she picked out is beautiful.. Your eyes are going to pop out of your head when you see it. Anyways, I'm flying out to Thailand for the Smackdown show on the 16th to work through some more stuff with Steph-"

"And to see lover boy," Paul cut in.

She frowned, shooting him a warning glass. "Anyways." She continued. "Mark's available on the 15th, which means I can fly to Thailand with him. Unless you want to see Steph, you have a week off remember? If you do want to, let me know because I'll have to book you a flight. I'll talk to Kevin, can you call William? How is he doing anyway? Will you talk to Shawn for me? If you don't have time I can." She paused, looking over at her uncle and Randy. "What do you guys have planned this week?"

When she finally stopped talking, all three men looked at each other trying to take in all she had just said. She placed a lazy hand on her hip as a small yawn escaped from her mouth. "Guys?"

"Well, uh.." Paul scratched his temple, allowing Ric to cut in.

"Bethany, I think you need to rest a little bit. You look exhausted.. Have you been sleeping right? When did you last eat?"

"She's fine, Ric." Paul interjected. "We'll get this fitting out of the way and she can relax in Japan.. I'll make sure of it." He glanced over at Randy. "Oh, I forgot.. This is Randy, Randy Orton. Randy this is Bethany Flair, Ric's niece. She's planning Steph & Is wedding."

Randy extended his hand to her, Bethany reaching out to shake it. "Nice to meet you," He smiled, holding onto it a little too long as he allowed himself to get lost in her hazel eyes.

"Err, Randy.. My hand?"

Ric & Paul both cracked up while Randy embarrassedly let go of her hand, Beth giggling as she picked her folder up off the bench. "I'm going to go talk to Kevin. I'll see you guys later."

"I'll go with you," Ric told her, followed her out of the locker room as Randy watched her with appreciative eyes.

"Don't even think about it, man." Paul warned.

Randy looked over at him innocently, "What?"

"She's not your type Orton; she doesn't do one-nighters. And besides, rumour has it there's something going on between her and Cena. That or their just very, very close. John knows you; he'd kill you before he ever let you near Beth. So would Ric for that matter.

Randy frowned; slightly agitated with the way he was being portrayed. "Man, you guys have me so stereotyped. What makes you think all I want is to get her between the sheets? She seems like a nice girl."

"Yeah, she is." Paul agreed. "Way to nice for you kid, so forget about it."

Later on that night, Beth sat back on a crate and waited for the three members of Evolution after successfully winning their match against the Dudley boys. Randy was first, he got sight of her and stumbled over as she smiled and handed him a towel.

"Eliminating all three? Someone's on a power trip." She told him with a smirk.

He grinned and wiped the sweat off of his forehead, draping the towel around his neck. He sat beside her as she flipped through a number of papers

"Are you free tomorrow?"

"For a date?"

Beth frowned. "For your tux fitting, Romeo."

Before Randy could say one more word, the ringing of a cell phone, Beth's cell phone interrupted him. She pulled it out of her back pocket, her eyes lightening up when she saw the caller ID. She flipped it open and placed it to her ear, "Hey John!" Randy's face fell.

Beth side glanced at Randy and spoke into the phone. "Hold on a sec,"

She put her hand over the receiver and turned to face Randy. "I'm going to take this call; I'll be in the locker room if you need me. See ya later."

He smiled faintly as Beth picked up her folder and turned on her heel, walking down the corridor well blissfully chatting into the cell phone. Paul and Ric, who had been watching from the entrance curtain, approached Randy whose eyes were still on Beth.

"I told you kid," Paul spoke up. "No chance."

Randy ignored him and followed the two down the corridor. He didn't know what it was about this girl but part of him really wanted to get to know her. She was different to most girls he knew, she wasn't throwing herself at him but maybe that was because she was involved with John Cena. Sighing, he pushed open the locker room door and glanced over at Beth who was sat on the couch, still talking into the cell phone, god she was beautiful.

Beth giggled while casually twirling a piece of her brown hair between her fingers, there was something so innocent about her. She couldn't be that old, in her early 20's at least. "Yeah, okay I will. Quit worrying John! Kay, I promise. I'll see you Wednesday.. Love you too," Randy's face fell. "You too. Bye!"

Flipping her phone shut, Beth placed it on the coffee table and looked up at the three large men who had just entered the room. She smiled at each of them as Randy came and sat beside her, tossing the towel to the side. "That was John; he talked to Mark for me. Marks actually still in Omaha which means he can't drive here, but he's going to get a late flight tonight and should be here in the morning." She looked up at Paul. "That means me, you and him can fly out to Thailand together.. Sound good to you?"

"Your mother was planning on having you home for a few days," Ric interrupted. "You've been on the road for months now.. Don't you think you should just take the time to see her, even if it's only for a couple of days?"

Beth's voice was low; her mother was a touchy subject. "Not now, Ric. Please.."

"I just think that-"

Paul cut him off; he didn't want Beth getting upset. "Ric, she said not now." He warned him, turning to Randy. "Randy, take Bethany to get some coffee. She looks like she needs it."

Beth frowned, mumbling as she stood up. "Geez, thanks Paul."

Randy followed Beth out of the locker room in wonder of why she had gotten so defensive over the mention of her mother. He sped up in order to catch up with her and studied her facial expressions, she didn't look happy at all. A frown filled her beautiful face and her gaze was locked on the ground as she walked, her hands lazily hung in the loops of her jeans.

They walked the rest of the way in silence, Beth flopping down on an empty seat. Randy pulled up a chair and sat opposite her, watching Beth who quietly played with her hands. "Are you okay?" He asked her.

Her head jerked up, "I'm fine, just tired." She told him, getting up and walking to the small table which had been set up to accommodate the coffee machine. She poured herself a cup of strong, black coffee and downed it in one, doing the same thing 4 or 5 times. On the 6th time, Randy stopped her.

"Hey, chill out. You can addicted to that stuff." He warned, placing the jug back on the table.

She eyed him, "I'm working on 3 hours sleep Randy.. I need this."

She went to grab the jug of coffee, but Randy took a hold of her wrist and pulled her back over to the table. She groaned and sat back down, looking over at him with her arms crossed in a sulking manner. Randy sat opposite her and leaned closer to her, "If this weddings stressing you out you need to let Paul or Stephanie know, you can't carry on like this."

She sighed, "The wedding's not what's stressing me out alright? I just.." She stopped mid sentence, looking down at her lap. "Forget it."

Getting up from her seat, Beth walked back over to the table and took the jug of coffee, leaving the catering hall. Randy couldn't help but laugh as he got up to follow her, he guessed she wasn't as innocent as he thought, after all there obviously was something bothering her and he was determined to find out what.

Later on that night, Beth was quietly working in Paul's locker room going through a number of files while talking to someone on her cell phone. Randy watched her from the other side of the locker room, completely blanking Ric who was explaining something to him. After a minute or so, Beth stood up placing her phone back on the table.

"Marks flight is in an hour, I've got him a room in the Marriot since you're all booked in for another night anyway. I called the tailor, he's meeting us at the hotel tomorrow morning, he's flying out to. Stephanie has insisted this man does your tux, he's a wonderful designer. He'll meet you all at my hotel suite at 10:30am tomorrow. Shawn & Kevin already know, and William has sent his measurements as he's in England recovering. Any questions?"

"Yeah," Randy spoke up. "How come you get a suite and all we get our little hotel rooms?"

"Because I'm special, and your not." She told him with a playful smile while picking up her phone, placing it in her purse. She slung it over her shoulder and gripped her folders in between her arms. "And, may I add.. If your not there tomorrow you will be feeling my wrath, got it?"

All three nodded quickly, causing Beth to giggle a little bit. She kissed her uncle on the cheek and walked over to the door, glancing back at all three men. "I'm getting a ride with Trish back to the arena; I'll see you guys tomorrow morning. Remember; 10:30am sharp! Or else." She then opened the door, shooting Randy a small smile before she left the locker room.

Beth shifted between the sheets, her eyes glued open. It was now 3am and although she had retired to bed at 11pm she had still not been able to drift off to sleep, probably due to the huge amount of coffee she had consumed during the day. She sat up and swung her legs to the side of the bed, reaching over to the phone resting on the bedside table. She dialled that oh so familiar number and waited for an answer, "Mm, hello?"

"John, it's me."

"Beth? Is everything okay? It's 3am!"

"I know," She sighed. "I drank too much coffee and now I can't sleep." She explained, John letting out a laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, It's just you've been complaining about how much sleep you've been getting for ages now and now you actually have the opportunity to get your full twelve hours you can't because you o.d'ed on coffee."

"John, it's not funny!" She whined. "I've got to be up at like 9am."

"Have you got any sleeping pills?"

"No," She answered, pausing to think. "One of the guys might have some.. I could always ask Randy."

"Randy's there?" He snapped in slight shock.

"In a different room silly! Anyways. I think I'll go ask him.. Sorry for waking you up Johnny, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Aright. Call me back if you have no luck babes.. Night."

"Night."

"Oh and Beth," He added before she hung up. "Don't call me Johnny."

She giggled and placed the phone back on its hook before slipping on her sandals for the walk down to Randy's room. She left the hotel room and took the elevator down to the second floor and walked down the hall, following the room numbers with her gaze until she reached room 106. She casually pushed back a strand of her pretty brown hair and knocked on the door, hearing some fumbling coming from inside followed by the sounds of someone tripping over. At long last the door finally opened and there, stood in his half naked glory, scantily clad in a pair of boxer shorts was Randy. He leaned on the doorframe, looking over his shoulder every so often. He looked fairly surprised to see her.

"Uh, hey Randy. Sorry to bother you but I'm having troubles sleeping, to much coffee." She explained with a nervous laugh. He was half naked for crying out loud! "Do you have any sleeping pills I can borrow?"

Randy looked her up and down, she was wearing the tiniest pair of shorts he had ever seen.. Not only that but they had rips running down the side exposing more of her bronzed flesh. He took in a deep breath, realising he had been staring at her for the past 3 minutes.

"Yeah, sure. Just.. Hang on there for a second okay? Don't move." He told her, closing the door in her face. After another few minutes he remerged clutching a bottle of sleeping pills. He handed them here as she shot him a grateful smile. "Don't take too many, alright? You've got to be up bright and early to help take my measurements," He winked.

She laughed slightly, giving him a playful smack on the arm. "I wouldn't count on it."

A girl's voice could be heard from inside the hotel room. Randy's face fell as she approached the door, wearing nothing but one of Randy's t-shirts. "Rand- Who's this?" She asked, slight annoyance in her tone.

"I.. Uh.. He-" She swallowed hard, managing to string a sentence together. "I'll be going now. Thanks for the sleeping pills." And before Randy had chance to explain, she was gone. Beth didn't know why she was so bothered about what she had just seen, it wasn't as though her and Randy were together or anything. She pressed the button for the elevator and sighed, all she wanted to do was sleep.