Go Your Own Way (WWE Fan Fic)

Chapter 26

Chapter 26 - The Raid on Randy

Punk's POV:

Slowly coming to a halt in front of what resembled an old factory, I quickly unbuckled the restrictive seat belt and stepped outside of the car, staring at the building up and down. 

The place was as run down as you could get; the windows were cracked and smashed in some way or another, the front door was chipping and you could see all the different layers fo paint that had been on there. Quickly, I cracked the tension from my neck and knuckles, like I would before a fight. I wasn't really coming for a fight, but considering who was inside, I most certainly was ready for a fight whether it was welcome or not. 

Sighing out the mixture of emotions, the girls joined me, looking up at the building. 

'Wow! Orton lives in here? I thought he had more class...' I laughed a little at what Nattie said, resuming my deathly stare at the building before I took one step in front of the other and walked towards the front door, walking into the building. Looking at the inside, it practically mirrored the exterior. Shaking my head, I looked around for someone who comes help. Spotting a little desk which a little woman sat behind, tapping away at a dinosaur of a computer, I walked up towards her and tapped the little bell on the desk lightly. 

'Yes dears?' she asked, a smile on her face. Trying not to grimace at the fact that her front teeth were covered in whatever colour red her lips were caked in, I placed my hands down on the desk and looked at her. 

'I'm looking for Randy Orton, is he here by any chance?' I tried to remain calm as I voiced his name. The lady nodded once and went to her computer, rapidly typing in information. 5 seconds later, she turned to me. 

'Sorry, but no one by Randy Orton is here, the closest thing to it is Randal Keith, unless that's who you are referring to?' she looked at me hopeful, but something in her eyes said I was wasting her time. Instantly, Beth and Nattie stood in front of her to avoid any awkward confrontation. 

'You know, you have the most beautiful eyes...' started Beth. Starting a conversation with her, Nattie watched as Beth stalled me as I rang Sam. 

'Hello?' 

'Hey Sam, it's Phil, listen, no  one here goes by Randy Orton but they do have a Randal Keith, would that be the name or does he go by something completely different?' I asked. 

'Yep, Randal Keith is like his cover name from the WWE, but he may have a secret question on his name, but the answer is quite simple, it's Alanna, okay?'

'Yep, cool, thanks. Bye' Disconnecting the call I walked back over to the desk, where the lady was sitting, a slight tinge of a pale blush brightening her cheeks. 

'Um, sorry to interrupt, but yes Randal Keith is who we wanna see,' I said, smiling. Nodding, she clicked on his name. 

'Before I give you his room number, who is his daughter?' she asked. 

'Alanna,' I replied. Smiling, she nodded and briefly glanced at her dinosaur. 

'He's in the penthouse, the best house here,' she said smiling. 

'Thankyou.' and with that, I walked off to the lift. Beth and Nattie followed but struggled to keep up, beginning to call after me to slow down. Eventually, they caught up and we walked into the elevator together. Pressing the number 15 on the controls, the doors shut and we made our ascend up to the top floor. 

'Punk?' 

'Yes Beth?' 

'You don't plan on fighting Orton do you?' I turned to her and gave her an irritated look.