The Story of Us
chapter two;

I Need a Doctor

"I don't know why you are even here," Ted DiBiase said as he clutched his cup of coffee from catering. He looked down to the blonde who seemed to be holding her ground. "I'm not your boyfriend," he shrugged, downing the rest of the vile, cheap coffee blend. "We broke up, Maryse," he reminded her in a tone as if he was speaking to a child. He crunched the cup up in his hand and rolled his eyes.

"You don't know why I'm here?" Maryse spat, but cooled herself down. "We made a vow that we wouldn't let your sister make it to her first Wrestlemania."

Ted shrugged, "She's my sister – and I mean, she hasn't done anything since the Rumble to make me mad," he said. "She left Orton and now she's with that toolbox, Daniel Bryan," he said, starting to walk down the hallway. He let his hands go to his pockets of his jeans and he clenched his fists inside of them when he heard her heels follow after him.

"But you know we can still do it!" she nodded, her manicured nails reaching out to stroke his forearm.

He stopped and let his eyes glance at her hand. "Maryse, if you want to still take Abby out," he said, lowering his voice, seeing Maryse lean in excitedly. "You're going to have to do it without me."

Anger filled the French-Canadian, her nails sinking into his skin and letting out a groan, storming off the other direction. Ted shook his head and watched his ex girlfriend run off. He sighed and ran his free hand over the nail marks and soothed them, walking towards his locker room.

It wasn't like he was best friends with Abigail and Brett after they beat him and Maryse at the Royal Rumble but really, like Ted had said, they were family. They were no longer feuding but there was too much of a past to make everything all better. Ted bowed his head when he got into his locker room and sat down in a chair – ignoring everything in the room.

He missed his family.


Down the hall, Randy Orton was doing the same thing in his own locker room.

He let his hands rest at the back of his neck, his elbows on his knees. He was focused, he was trying so hard not to concentrate on Abigail and Daniel. He was making a point to not think about how hard he had hurt when he saw her arms around his neck. He cleared his throat and raised his hand, slapping his left cheek.

"Knock it off," Randy muttered, feeding into the stereotype – he was crazy. He was crazy, wasn't it?

Crazy without Abby, yes.

He stood up, walking to the side of the room which held his wrestling gear. He sighed, looking at his duffel bag, seeing a pair of boots in them. He had brought them for her, they were her first Wrestlemania present – it was a ritual in the Orton family. His dad got a pair of boots on his first Mania night, he had gotten a pair of boots for Mania from Triple H when he started out and now, Randy had to deliver Abigail's boots to her.

Designing girl boots was so much harder than designing a pair for himself. He sighed, his hands going over the leather, but it was somewhat easy since she was more of a tomboy in that ring. She wasn't like a ring-rat, she wore color every now and again but she wanted the attention to be on her wrestling, not her outfit. Or lack thereof.

Quietly, he let his hand grab the boots and he made his way to the door. Swinging it open, he sighed and walked out, hitting someone in the process of shutting the door behind him. Shit, he thought, it was a girl. He looked down and saw a brunette looking nervous up at him. He offered her his hand and she took it – being hoisted up to her feet with ease.

"Sorry, I didn't see where I was going," he confessed. "Are you okay?"

The girl nodded and held up a piece of paper to his eyes, "Do you know where this is?" he asked.

The paper read, "Valencia! I'm in the locker room, it's room number 281 – I'll see you! Get ready for Wrestlemania! Love, Abs."

Randy read it a few times before nodding and giving directions. "Yeah," he said, "Just go down this hall... and do me a favor?" he handed her the boots. "Give these to her?"

The girl nodded and walked off, leaving Randy kicking the wall.


"Are you ready for your match?" Daniel asked as he looked over to Abby, laying face down in the couch. He was eating one of Bryan-meals (which made Abby gag), sitting on the floor beside her.

Quietly, she smirked and nodded, "I am, I mean, a battle royal to become Ms. Wrestlemania? Bring it on," she winked.

He smiled, leaning back and kissing her lips gently. "No matter what happens tonight, I'm happy for you okay?"

Abby smiled and leaned over, hugging his shoulders. "Aw, Daniel. You're so perfect," she grinned. Just not for me, she thought.

They sat there for a minute before a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," Daniel called, getting up to wash his bowl in the sink.

Abby rolled onto her back to see her best friend from college slide into the room.

"Valencia!" she giggled, jumping up to hug her. "You look good!"

The girl twirled, just wearing a pair of jeans and a Daniel Bryan shirt that Abby had given her. "Looking good!" Daniel teased, "I'm Daniel by the way."

Abby smiled as they shook hands before her attention went to the boots. "What's that?"

Valencia shrugged, "I don't know – some really tall guy gave them to me to give them to you."

Daniel slowly watched them and knew who they were from, "Guys, I'm going to go see if I can see Mike before the match," he bent down, kissing Abby's temple. "I'll see you in a bit."

Abby watched as he left, knowing he was leaving so they could get some girl talk in.

"Who was the guy?" Valencia asked.

"Remember Randy?" she frowned, taking the boots and looking at them, moving back to the couch. She plopped down and yawned.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard about him," she said. Valencia had been in college on the other side of the country – rarely getting to tune into WWE during the week. She heard stories. "Ex fiancee," she added.

"There's a tradition in their family, every one who is a wrestler in the family gets a pair of new boots for Wrestlemania," Abby explained. "Daddy did it for Ted," she nodded. "Last year."

"Speaking of that hunk of meat," Valencia smirked, "Where is that sexy beast?"

"Ew, don't talk about him," she grinned, digging into the boot, seeing a folded note in the sole of the shoe. She pulled it out and fingered it in her hands for a second.

"I'm going to find Ted, okay?" Valencia asked. "Read this – and I'll catch up with you after I make your brother take me to dinner," she winked, hugging her best friend.

Abby nodded and waved goodbye. When the room was silent for at least three, Abby laid down and unfolded the papers. There were two pages stapled together – the first being a picture drawn by Alanna. It had a house, their dog, Randy and her kissing and Alanna smiling. It was enough to make her cry – she flipped the paper quickly.

Dear Abigail,

You've made it to your first Wrestlemania and I can not even begin to express how proud I am of you. You're the first girl I've actually given a shit about when they were on the biggest stage of them all. I know that you'll become the next Miss Wrestlemania – just work hard and don't lose focus. Three hundred thousand fans is pretty crazy, but you'll handle it. I know you will.

I wanted to write you a little note for you to read before your first Wrestlemania match. I can't lie, Wrestlemania is the one show you don't want to mess up – when I wrestled the Undertaker, it was the more surreal moment of my life. As a face, you'll be able to enjoy yourself a lot easier – I was a heel my first Mania, it sucked. Aha.

I want you to come home with me tonight, Abby. I want you to come back to what we had. No matter what you tell me to my face, I know for a fact that you are not in love with Daniel Bryan. We need to plan this wedding, you need to be here for Alanna and most of all – I need you here with me.

In this letter is a room key. The key opens my hotel door and if you feel the way I hope you do, you'll be coming into my room before the night is over. I love you.

Randy


Wrestlemania night was intense,to say the least. Randy won the title in a triple threat match against Daniel and Mike, Cena lost to the Rock, Michael Cole and Jerry Lawler made sure their "match" was entertaining – with Lawler kicking Cole's ass. The Undertaker won against Wade Barrett and Edge retained against Del Rio. Miss Wrestlemania was crowned, and now, Abby was walking back to the hotel with Valencia, wearing her sash and tiara. She won by eliminating Vickie Guerrero – and it made her even more of a face.

"Where are you staying tonight?" Valencia asked, knowingly.

Abby frowned, "I'm going to see him. But I'm staying in your room tonight, I promise," she nodded. "I love you," she hugged her friend and walked to the stairs, using them as exercise, going to the fourth floor and finding his room number.

She stood there for a moment, letting the card key slide into the slot and watched as the light turned green. She pushed and entered the room, biting her bottom lip.

Abby looked at the bed, a queen sized bed which had rose petals laid on the sheet. Quietly, she blushed and pulled one up to her nose, smelling the sweet aroma. She sighed and let her bag drop to the floor, relaxing more and more.

She realized the bathroom light was on and there were sounds of fumbling from behind the door. She bit her lip nervously and let her knuckles rap on the door slowly.

The water faucet turned off immediately and after a second, the door slowly opened and there he was, just wearing a white towel – the mixture of oil and water making his skin glisten.

"Abs," he whispered, reaching forward and kissing her lips.

She moaned at his touch, leaning in and wrapping her arms around his tattooed shoulders, shaking her head, knowing that this was wrong.

"I'm sorry," Randy whispered, burying his head in her hair, holding her tight around the waist, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Shut up," Abby smirked and shrugged, "Lemme see your title belt," she grinned.


AUTHOR'S NOTE;

ABBY'S CHEATING! ;)

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Love you,

Ashley.