Love the Way You Lie
by amplified ecstasy
Chapter One:Kings and Queens

[Jamie's POV]

There was something about being in the same room as my brother Ted, my father Ted and Vince McMahon was enough to bring me back to high school where I felt that I was being talked to by my principal. I knew that I could be either praised or thrown to the sharks and even with Teddy right next to me, holding my hand - I felt absolutely nauseous.

"What brings you in, Ted?" Vince asked, looking over to my father who sat up as if he were getting even more and more professional in the last thirty seconds.

"Well, Vince, I'll tell you. Ever since Ted, Brent and Abby were kids, they loved watching me fight. Even back before I was signed as the Million Dollar Man for you. I know that they face living as my children. Teddy here - has been able to make it in this world. I wanted to give Abby a shot - Y'all are kind of lacking in the WWE Diva department…"

"We are not," Teddy interjected before giving a scared look that he just spoke out of turn in front of our father and his boss. He put his hand over his mouth before shrugging.

"We have Maryse…"Leave it to Teddy to go to bat for his girlfriend, Maryse. With a shake of my head, I watched our father again before giving a grin. Vince watched Teddy for a second before shaking his head and turning back to our father.

"So, you want Abigail to get into the ring?" Vince asked, looking me up and down. I wasn't anyone like Beth Phoenix - I was more of a Michelle McCool, size wise with Melina's curves. I was a DiBiase - so it was either we looked like our father or Teddy - who seemed to break the mold. My dad was always one of those guys who was in "shape" even though it might not be what someone like Triple H was. My dad could wrestle for forty five minutes without any breaks - that was all that mattered.

My dad nodded. "We want Abby in the RING - not like Kelly Kelly or something," he shrugged. "I want her in the ring like a Michelle, I want her in the ring like a Torrie Wilson or a Trish Stratus."I looked at my father, I never thought that I would see him talk to Vincent Kennedy McMahon this way. Teddy let my hand go and sighed.

"She can do it, Vince," Teddy nodded quickly. "She's one of us, I know that she can figure this whole storyline out. She can do whatever she wants in the ring - whatever she sets her mind too. I know that she can handle it."I watched as Vince's eyes stayed on me - then he looked down and shrugged.

"I think we could figure out a story line out for her - she's gonna be doing some dark matches then, see how we can handle her. She's gonna get a developmental contract, figure out how the crowd's gonna react to her," Vince said with a nod. "You'll get a makeover by our stylists, we'll get you all ready. If you think you can handle it, Abigail, then we'd like to bring you on as a developmental diva."I smiled gently and went to open my mouth before hearing Teddy speak.

"It's too bad we didn't do this earlier," he said. "She could've been on NXT," he shrugged. My father shook his head while I reached forward and took Vince's hand in mine, shaking it quickly.

"Thank you, Vince. I won't let you down!"We were excused from the office and I walked out quickly after my father, sighing softly. "Congrats, Bee!" my father smiled, kissing my forehead.
"Make me proud."

I looked around for Teddy - but he had disappeared. Figured, my older brother would've been the last to congratulate me when he had to work hard to get a shot. I sighed and bit my bottom lip. "I won't, Daddy."

-

The makeover process truly was a process. I started with bleach blond hair before they decided to make me a brunette - so I wouldn't get mistaken for my brother's girlfriend, Maryse.

I was now wearing a nice dress out to the ring like Maryse on my promos and I was constantly paired up with Eve or Alicia Fox during my matches. My third week as a developmental diva was truly starting to come together. My brother had ignored me for the last few shows and the surprise who came to my aid during one match against Beth Phoenix, Cody Rhodes ran out to protect me from the Glamazon.

I don't really remember his reasoning behind running out and distracting Beth from her finisher but I do remember that it won me my first match in the past three weeks. I was lucky enough to now say that sometimes, while Teddy had his valet, I would accompany "Dashing" to the ring. I knew that there would be a bunch of problems around Teddy, knowing that he didn't really like me spending time with his ex-best friend, but really - if Teddy didn't wanna help me out then I'd take the next best thing.

I now sat in catering, across the table from Cody who was eating a hamburger and salad while I munched on a bag of potato chips; they were my vice, my guilty pleasure. In between chips, I spoke to Cody who seemed dedicated to his burger.

"Where are we?" I quizzed. The travel system was different from when our fathers fought but still all the same amount of exhaustion came into play about this time of the week. Cody swallowed his bite, wiped his match and shrugged, "I know that we're in Missouri - whether or not we're in St. Louis, don't quote me," he said softly.

I pursed my lips and instantly, I thought of which superstars were from St. Louis, Missouri. Maybe I'd be paired up with Evan Bourne - he seemed to be one of the better guys from St. Louis. But in the back of my head, I knew that Randy was a member of the St. Louis community.

"Oh," I said softly, reaching over and taking a bite from Cody's burger. "Hmm, that's pretty good," I smirked at Cody's face, who's jaw was completely slack.

"Dude, I would steal a potato chip of yours," Cody said, slapping his hand down on my potato chip bag. "But they're all crushed - and that's just not good," he nodded. I loved Cody - he was one of my closest friends in the WWE. He was so nice, funny and just like Theodore. But, the thing with Cody was that he was nice enough to stay beside me so I had a chance. He gave a smile to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder playfully.

"You know, you're really ridiculous sometimes," he said, "However," he chuckled. "You are way too much like me and I don't really like it."Before he let go, he slapped my cheek gently then let me slide back. He rolled his eyes and I gave a frown, looking down to my sad, depressing potato chip bag. I shook my head.

"What kind of match do you have tonight?" Cody asked, sipping from his soda can. I bit my lip, wondering who I would face tonight.

"I think it might be a mixed tag match with some guy," I shrugged. "Or just a regular diva contest.""Maybe I fight you?" he offered. "I mean, maybe I'm fighting with you," he shrugged. Cody and I were both on the "heel" track - we were the ones who the crowd completely booed us when we'd enter the ring. While the crowd was slowly starting to turn on my side while Teddy continued to ignore me, Cody was still a hardcore heel. I mean, really? "Dashing"?

"Who knows…" I shrugged.

Cody was silent for a minute before giving a sly smirk, "Vince."

I burst out in a few giggles. "You're way too amazing, Code."

He sighed playfully, "I know, I know," he winked.

He finished his soda and gave a soft nod, "I'm gonna head out to the gym alright, Abby?" he asked. "See you later, love," he said, patting her head softly.

"Alright," I waved quietly. "See you later," I beamed.

The show was going to start in about two hours, so I decided to leave catering behind and walk out to hair and make up. I might as well get all ready then instead of the mass amounts of chaos that came around show time. With a sigh, I made my way down the hallway and into the makeshift make up studio.

Alyssa, one of the number one makeup artists walked up to me and smiled, "I'll get you all set," she said, motioning the nearest chair. I gave a smile and sat down quietly, raising an eyebrow. "Who're you fighting?" she asked.

I bit my lip, "I honestly have no clue!" I frowned before giving a soft laugh. "I mean, I think that I'm going to have either a mixed tag match or a one on one with some random diva…"

"Oooh," Alyssa smiled, applying concealer to my cheeks. She started to make me over, while gossiping about her relationship with the leader of Nexus, Wade Barrett. She told me about how Wade had taken her out to dinner after the Six Pack Elimination Challenge last week after the end of the pay per view and asked her to marry him. I smiled gently, they were so ready to spend the rest of their lives together - she and Wade already spent ninety percent of the time together.

I seemed to have zoned out, thinking about her and Wade before I realized that she was looking at me, with a nervous smile on her face. "Well?" she asked, leaning back.

I pursed my lips, "….what?""I said I wanted you to be my maid of honor!" Alyssa laughed again.

Alyssa and I had been close since I had been visiting Teddy and Maryse on RAW since last year but I didn't think we were close enough that she'd feel comfortable with my being her maid of honor. Quietly, I nodded and she hugged me tight.

"I'd love to be your maid of honor!" I gushed while she started to apply eye shadow.

Really, Alyssa was a sweet girl who really didn't have that many friends outside of the WWE Locker room - in retrospect, I really didn't have friends outside of the locker room either - It wasn't a problem - who wouldn't want to be friends with people who completely understand what you're going through?

"Oh," I heard a gruff voice from behind say, "How sweet. Y'all are gonna be in the wedding party," he said, moving into the room and plopping down in the chair beside me.

"Yes, Orton," Alyssa said with a playful smirk - even though her voice was dripping with sarcasm. She had worked for the WWE as long as Randy had; he was basically her Cody. Randy stared into the mirror and shrugged quietly, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Who's this?" he asked. I had met Randy on four occasions - but he seemed to forget people who weren't under a true blue contract with the company.

"Abigail," I said, reaching over and shaking his hand. "Abigail DiBiase," I said quickly.

He watched me before the light bulb turned on in his head, "DiBiase," he smirked, an evil nod towards me. "You know what I did to your brother?" he smiled.I rolled my eyes, "How could I forget?" Randy seemed to be ready to retell the story before Maryse and Ted walked into the make up room.

God, I came in here early to avoid moments like this. "You have a match tonight," Teddy told me - speaking to me for the first time in six days. "Against Maryse. A no DQ match," he said. Maryse stared at me with a grin, "You're going down," she said softly.

"C'mon, Teddy. Let's go get ready…" They walked out as quickly as they entered and I looked at the mirror, giving a soft frown to my reflection. A no disqualification match? What in the hell did I do to deserve that one?

Randy seemed to be wondering the same thing, "What the hell?"I shook my head, "Long story," I shrugged and placed my head in my hands.

"You've got this, Abby," Alyssa said softly, nodding. "I can have Wade give you some pointe-"

Snorting beside me, Randy shook his head. "Yes, take pointers for the man who hasn't won shit," he said. "Good job, Alyssa - that will get her out of the match alive."

I frowned, "What do you suggest?" I spat.

Randy was quiet for a second before nodding, "I'll show you a few things - but you can't tell anyone that I gave you tips. If the WWE Universe found out that their WWE Champion was helping out a diva."

"What's wrong with divas?" I snapped.

He threw his hands up in defense, "Nothing! Just - I'd lose some reputation in the locker room!"

Alyssa rolled her eyes, "You're all set, love. Good luck out there. Don't hurt him too much," she said with a wink.

I stood up and sighed, watching Randy. "Go get into your ring gear and I'll meet you out in the ring in five?" he said.

"Okay," I said, walking back to the diva's locker room. I was changing into my shiny red outfit, ala Michelle McCool, and heard Maryse speaking on her cell phone.

"Don't worry, baby! I'm gonna make sure that your sister never steps foot in a WWE ring again," she said slyly. "I love you too!"

I quietly left the locker room before Maryse could see me and walked out to the ring. I slowly made my way through the curtain and frowned.

The arena in St. Louis was huge - I was shocked to see that nobody was there yet but I had been told by a stage hand earlier in the day that they sold the place out. I slid into the ring nervously and was taking in my surroundings before I heard Randy's gruff voice.

"It's crazy isn't it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He climbed into the ring and sighed. "There's something that will start going through your veins before your match - you'll feel invincible.."

Seeing this side of Randy Orton made me smile. Sure, I had heard stories from Ted and Cody about how Randy was a dick, how Randy rarely was nice - but maybe that would change for a diva.

"Drop," Randy suddenly said.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Drop," he repeated, "And give me pushups," he said.

I raised an eyebrow, "How many?"Randy's neck rolled and he then looked back down at me, "Drop until I'm sick of seeing you do push ups."

I gave a glare and he smirked at me, "You wanna win tonight, don't you?"

"Pushups!" I said, dropping to the mat and starting to push my body up again - "Won't let me pin Maryse."

"You need muscle to beat Maryse and you don't have those."

I glared, "You're an asshole.."

"And you're in an impossible match that you'll never be able to win without working out hard," Randy said, walking around the match while I continued to do pushups.

Silently, I was counting along before I heard Randy talk to stage hands and even John Cena.

I heard him say things like, "Yeah man! Just gonna try to win against that has been.."

I wondered who he was fighting.

"Yeah, she's a DiBiase," he smirked, raising an eyebrow and looking over to me.

"Look at her, got her doing pushups and all that shit!"

I looked over to see Randy with a grin on his face. "Got her working…"

I stopped doing pushups then, walked over to Randy and rolled my eyes, slapping him in the face. "Shut up!" I snapped. "You offered to do this," I glared. "So stop making it sound lik-"

I frowned and my sentence dropped off while I saw Randy Orton's face go purple and his jaw jut out. "Randy - Randy - Randy, c'mon… calm down! Don't do anything," Cena snapped, slapping the wrestling mat shaking his head.

"Stop it… Abigail - get out of here."I frowned and slid out of the ring watching while Randy started to pace back and forth, absolutely livid. I watched as John walked into the ring and started to get Randy to fight him to relax him.

With a shake of my head, I walked backstage and realized that even with this, I hadn't even gotten any tips about fighting Maryse.

I was dead.

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