The Other Orton(Randy/Tyler)

Tyler walked backstage with a small duffle bag, and the birth certificate. With his mother passing not too long ago, he finally chose to see who is father was. No way was he staying with his mother's fiance, so he decided to find his actual father, Randy Orton. He found his locker room door, know nervous to knock on it.
"Here goes nothing."
He said, knocking on the door.

Randy was putting his ring gear into his bag as he got ready to leave the arena when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." Randy said.

Tyler blow air out of his mouth, causing his hair to fly upward as he crept into the locker room. He slid into the room, his case of nerves getting worse.
"Uhh...Mr.Orton, sir...I knida have this to show you..."
Tyler said, handing him his birth certificate.

Randy took the birth certificate then stared at it in shock.

"Um...there must be a mistake. I only...have a daughter." Randy said.

"Oh well...My mom did mention you guys being a high school couple or something, but she never told me who you were. I figured out after she...Died. Sorry for bothering you though."
Tyler said, turning to leave.

"No wait! I'm sorry...I'm just in shock." Randy muttered.

"So its true?"
Tyler asked, not being able to hold back his smile.

"Yeah. I dated your mom for a little bit then after we graduated we kind of went our separate ways. I never knew I got her pregnant." Randy said.

He looked up at Tyler and smiled back.

"But I guess I should make the best of it and be a good dad to you." Randy said.

Tyler let out a sigh of relief.
"I was screwed if you refused."

"Well I'm not about to leave a kid on the streets." Randy said.

"Well thank you. I promise I'm not the biggest thorn in the side."

"Well that's good." Randy said with a chuckle.

He grabbed his bag.

"I'm about to leave to the hotel, need anything on our way there?" Randy asked.

"Nah, ate and everything on the way here, so I guess I'm ready when you are."

"Alright let's go." Randy said.

Tyler nodded and followed his dad out of the hotel.
"SO would I be on the road with you?"

"Yeah if you want to. My girlfriend Trish is mostly home so you can stay with her if you want." Randy said.

"As in Trish Stratus? Dude...not fair."
He said, playfully.

"Yep and too bad. I met her first." Randy said with a smirk.

"She hasn't met me yet, so ha."

"How old are you?" Randy asked.

"...Fifteen."
Tyler said, defeated.

"Way too young." Randy said with a smirk.

"You don't know that, maybe she's willing to wait three years."

"I doubt it." Randy said.

"Yeah so do I."
Tyler laughed.
"Anything else I should know about?"