I'm so glad you all liked the dirty dirty in the last chapter! And happy that it stood the test of your standards! Now, in this chapter, Wrestlemania is scheduled to go down! Woo!

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Chapter 14- On The Ropes

I woke to the caress of a breeze on my bare back. It was strong enough that it picked up a dew stands of my hair, blowing them into my face. I groaned softly, batting them away with my hand. I cracked one lid to stare around me. I saw nothing but a bright shining light beaming down at me. The light was temporarily blinding. After a few moments, my eyes adjusted to the beams, and I looked around. Seeing nothing but trees and grass, I remembered where I was. Which brought a smile to my face. My hand flexed against the hard, tanned chest it laid against. Lifting my eyes, I gazed into my husband's face. He was still sound asleep. A look of complete peace was expressed. Nothing ever troubled this man while he was asleep. But, before I could admire this specimen of a man, a shrill ringing ripped through the air. It startled me, and I jumped into a sitting position, pulling the blanket with me. Which left Randy bare to the world.

"Ah, shit," I murmured to myself, trying to find the source of the ringing. By now, I knew it was Randy's phone. It was the whereabouts of said technology that I couldn't determine. I huffed in frustration when the ringing stopped. I brushed my fingers through my hair, and wondered out loud, "What time is it?"

"Lora?" I heard Randy mutter, his eyes prying themselves open. I momentarily stopped fretting about reality around us as I allowed myself a few extra moments to bask in Randy's glory. Nothing in this world compared to that man. How his muscles moved as he sat up, or the arrogant smirk on his face when he caught me staring. He raised one eyebrow at me, to which I responded with a slap on the arm. "Breakfast?"

Before I could get the sarcastic laugh out of my mouth, another sound came to my ears. And this time, it wasn't Randy's phone. Nor was it mine. It was an actual person. Worse yet, an actual person that I knew. My eyes grew wide as the sound of twigs crunching under shoes got even closer. I tugged the blanket tight around my shoulders. Randy, who still looked mildly amused, didn't even bother to cover up. I groaned, reaching over to grab a corner piece of the blanket Randy was lying on, and tossed it over his lap. Just in time to hear, "Lora? Randy? Where are you? We found you're car—"

John's voice died in his throat as he came through the clearing. He stopped in his tracks, eyes roaming over the situation before him. Casie was hot on his heels. She hadn't noticed he'd stopped, and barreled right into him. "John could you please warn me next— oh. Hi Lora, Randy."

Her eyes glinted in the sunlight, and I knew she was on the verge of laughter. And if it had been anyone else, I would have found this amusing as well, instead of utterly embarrassing. And to think, I had been embarrassed when John found Randy and me in the closet. I looked over to Randy, completely cool with this. I rolled my eyes. He would not have a problem with this. After all, he's nearly naked in front of people all the time. What's it to him if he's all the way naked. I wanted to cover my head in the blanket, to hide my bright red face. But that would have just made matters worse. Randy, without warning, stood to his feet, letting the blanket fall. Tactfully, Casie looked the other way, seemingly so interested in the waterfall to her left.

"Good morning you two," he said nonchalantly. I stared at him and his bravado. He walked around the clearing picking up his scattered clothes. After he slipped his boxers back on, he buckled his pants back into place. I closed my eyes again, feeling the blood rush to my face as Randy picked up my blue panties. With his shirt in hand, he walked to me. As soon as he blocked the others from my line of view, he turned his head. I knew he was speaking to John. "If you don't care, turn around for a moment?"

I heard the ruffle of leaves and grass at his feet as he did what Randy asked. Finally, he looked down at me; I could tell that he was thoroughly enjoying this. I whined and buried my head into his chest. I gasped softly when Randy knelt to the ground. He nudged my leg gently. He was dressing me. I tried to fight the smile I felt as Randy pulled my panties back up into place. I reluctantly removed the blanket from around my shoulders at his tug. But as soon as the material hit the ground, Randy was slipping his shirt over my shoulders. His nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons, securing the top around me. His shirt fell way past my blue panties, thankfully. Randy stepped away from me and began to gather up everything else. Needing something do, I skittered around the clearing as well, throwing all the remaining clothes onto the wad of blankets. Randy gave me an amused glance when I reached down, and grabbed up everything with one swoop. He knew that I wanted to get out there.

"So, shall we leave, then?" I asked, before brushing past John. Casie eyed me silently, a wicked amusement on her face. I couldn't help but smile at her as I rolled my eyes. I led the way back through the path. I was grateful for Randy following behind me, blocking any rear view from John or Casie. I picked up pace as soon as I laid eyes on the cars. I hurried to the passenger side door and pulled the door open. I threw the blankets into the backseat, turning to wave a quick good-bye to our friends. And without waiting for a reply, I shut myself up in the car. I heard muttered words beyond the barrier of the car. The next moment, Randy had opened up the driver's door, and was sliding inside. I breathed a sigh of relief as he cranked the engine, and I saw John's car pass us on the road.

Randy pulled onto the road. We were both so silent for several miles. Until I looked over at him, and he caught my eye. And slowly, very quietly, he began to chuckle. I glared at him, causing his chuckle to morph into full-blown laughter. I huffed, rolled my eyes and stared out of the passenger side window. But Randy did not stop laughing. He had hold of the steering wheel with one hand, and his stomach with the other. I knew when I felt the corners of my mouth tug, it was a lost cause. Within moments, I was dissolved into laughter just like his. I couldn't help myself. Randy's enjoyment was contagious. He looked over at me, light bouncing in his eye. "You should have seen your face when John showed up. You could have died right there!"

I buried my face into my hands, laughing into my palms. That had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. And while it had been embarrassing, it was the one of the funniest moments at the same time. I shook my hair from my face and turned to look at him. "My face? What about you? You don't have a modest bone in your body. Willing to let it all hang free in front of everyone!"

Randy shrugged his shoulders, our laughter finally subsiding as we pulled into the hotel. I looked around to the back of the hotel where Randy was pulling the car. "It doesn't bother me. If you haven't noticed, in the past five years, I'm barely clothed fifty percent of the time anyway. But my question, is how are you going to react, having to walk into the hotel, pant-less?"

My foot paused on the hot pavement as I tried to get out of the car. It hadn't occurred to me that I would have to enter the hotel in this condition, silly as it was. Casting a glance over to Randy, I saw the smirk he was sending me. He was obviously expecting me to cave at this, and relapse into embarrassment. Well, I would prove him wrong. I shook my head, holding my chin high. And with purpose, I began to stride past him. "Well, after being knocked out by Mike, this should be a piece of cake."

"What?"

I froze. Mid-step. Oh shit. I had just revealed something that I had never intended on telling. Anyone. Let alone Randy. I was afraid to turn around. Shifting my weight from foot to foot, I waited for the explosion. But nothing came. No words, no yelling. And just as I was about to turn around, a strong hand grabbed my elbow and jerked me forward. I looked over to see Randy roughly escorting me inside. He wasn't looking at me. He was giving all of his attention to the path he was taking. But from my angle, I could see the angry tick in his jaw, and his eyes were narrowed in rage.

"Randy?" But he sent me a glare that told me to not speak. And this time, I obeyed. Randy violently hit the button for the elevator. The doors slid open with slow ease, and Randy gently shoved me into the chamber. If I had a knife, I could have literally cut the tension between us. It was awkward and near unbearable. I couldn't even look at him for the whole ride. Instead, I bit my lip and watched the floor. I yelped slightly when the chamber came to a stop. He dragged me along behind him with a hand and led the way to our door. With baited breath, I watched him unlock the door and shove it open. And I was alone with my very angry husband. And to think, I was afraid of walking pant-less in the lobby. I would whether go streaking in front of the Atlanta Wrestlemania crowd than face Randy's wrath. "Randy, babe?"

"What the hell is going on here, Lora?" Randy muttered dangerously. I actually took a step back at his words. My heart rushed, not knowing exactly what to say.

"I was just playing, Randy. What I said… it was a joke," I managed to get out. And even I didn't believe the words that I had just spoke. My voice had shaken with fear. And I could tell that didn't buy it either. He tilted his head to one side.

"You are a terrible liar."

"What do you want me to say?" I swerved the conversation, hoping to pull out what to say from him. I knew what he wanted to know, I just didn't exactly know how to phrase it in words. I jumped back as Randy growled out suddenly, and began to pace the room. I braced myself on the wall, feeling that it was the safest place right now.

"Tell me the truth!" He yelled, throwing his hands up in frustration. "Tell me what really happened that night! What did he really do to you? I want to know, Lora. Did that bastard go off script with you? Tell me! Did he hurt you?"

"It wasn't anything that I couldn't handle," I began, but I found out that it was the wrong thing to say. Randy turned on me, staring me down with venom in his eyes. I took an unnecessary swallow, and looked to the ground. "But, yes. He did hurt me."

"I knew it," Randy spat out. He pulled the jacket from last night off his shoulders and slung it across the room, knocking over a lamp. It fell to the floor, and shattered into thousands of pieces with a resounding crash. Shocked, I moved my gaze from the lamp, back to Randy. He was bare-chested in his black slacks. His chest heaved with each breath he took. "I should have guessed it from the beginning. I knew you had acted strange. You portrayed everything in the ring so perfectly. And forgive me, but not even I am that good at faking a knock out. Then everything backstage. The dizziness, the vertigo. I'll kill him."

I knew he was just winding himself up. If I didn't stop him soon, he would put a hole in the wall. And that didn't need to happen. It wasn't as if we couldn't afford the repairs. But if Randy really hurt himself before Wrestlemania, that wouldn't make matters better. Sure enough, I saw him turn towards the nearest wall. I called out to him, rushing across the room. His elbow pulled back just as I reached him. I grabbed his arm with both of mine. But it wasn't in time to stop his momentum. Randy swung away anyway.

Everything happened so sudden, that I could only process it after it happen. Randy's force behind his intended punch had lurched me forward. I screamed in surprise as my feet came off the floor. Randy's clenched fist could no longer reach the wall, because my body was in the way. And, fortunately, it barely skimmed my jaw. But, my body had turned with the movement of Randy's swing. I felt my head bang against the wall first. It wasn't hard enough to cause imaginary stars, but enough to make me dizzy. But before I could focus my attention to my head, the rest of my body slammed into the wall. Knocking the air completely from my lungs. My back slid down the wall, and I fell to the ground, gasping for air.

I tried shaking my head, while I was on the ground, to focus. But it only made everything spin around me worse. I braced myself on the floor before me with both hands. It was several moments before I could catch my breath. Finally, when I was gaining control of myself, I looked up. Randy stood, towering over me, still breathing hard. But the look on his face, it hurt to see. All the anger was gone now. But instead, it was replaced by shock, sadness and shame. He was slack-jawed slightly, his lips parted in surprise. His eyes were wide, staring at me. But I had a feeling that he wasn't really seeing me. I slowly made it to my knees. I would be lying if I said that hitting the wall hadn't hurt, but I was extremely thankful that Randy's hand was unharmed. Using the chair next to me, I made it to my feet. Holding a hand to my back, I looked over to Randy again. "Are you okay?"

He huffed out a stream of air and backed away from me several steps. My question seemed to throw him off. Finally, when he couldn't stare at me any longer, he turned away. I saw him look down, and scrutinize his hands. I was confused on his reaction for several moments, before it hit me. Randy had, incidentally, threw me into the wall. And I could tell, now, from the look on his face, that he was blaming himself. That he took full responsibility. I sighed, taking a step towards him. Slowly, I reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. But he jerked out from my touch. As if he was burned. He spun around to face me, his eyes boring into mine. I begged with him silently to say anything. His mouth opened and closed a few times, giving the resemblance of a gasping fish. He cleared his throat. "Lora."

The word was croaked and fragile. He looked so defeated right now. So ashamed. It hurt me to see him in this much pain. But he reacted before I could say or do anything. He turned sharp on his heel and fled the room. I called out to him, but it fell on deaf ears as the door closed behind him. I grunted in frustration, spinning around and did what I had just stopped Randy from doing. I rared back, slamming my fist into the wall. And I immediately wished there had been someone there for me to stop my actions. Pain shot from my knuckles, up my wrist and flowed through my arm. Wrestlemania wasn't turning out to be the glorious day it should have been.

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I sat Tiegan down in the grand hall that the WWE had fixed up in the Georgia Dome for their guests to watch the grandest stage of them all; very comfortably. She immediately ran from me, and met up with her best friend, and son of her godfather, Luke Cena. It was so cute, seeing the kids of major superstars play with one another. Paul and Stephanie's kids were grouped around them, playing with toys that Vince had provided in the corner of the room. Other kids, that I didn't quite recognize, were gathered there. I watched her for a few moments, before turning my attention towards the large projection screen, playing the live feed from the arena.

Randy was just now walking out, the first opponent in the main event of this year's festivities. The crowd was crazy wild. The atmosphere was unbeatable. As it always was for Wrestlemania. The long ramp Randy had to trek gave me time to watch him. It was the first time I had seen him since he stormed out on me earlier. I tried to search for him when I made it to the arena. He wasn't in his locker room or in John's. I hadn't a clue where he'd been. I searched for an hour, before it was time to get Keith ready for tonight. And then Tia and me had a spot to complete. The final touches to build up the feud so it would erupt in the squared circle.

I sighed, lowering myself into one of the multiple plush leather chairs. I knew I had to get comfortable. Randy's match was a three stages of Hell, and I knew that it would take a while. I heard John's music cue, and I knew he was on his way to the ring to support Randy. I pressed my back fully into the seat, and kicked off my black pumps. I was thankful that I was in jeans so I could pull my legs up in the chair with me. I knew I should be watching, but I just heard the Miz's music cued up and I knew he was on his way. And by the amount of boos that I heard, I knew that he had Keith. Instead, I buried my head in my arms that rested on my knees. I sat there, in the middle of the busy room, occasionally glancing up to watch some of the spectacular match before me.

It didn't take Randy too long to cause Mike to bleed first, thus winning the first bout of "First Blood". I had a feeling that he was a little extra rough on Mike, the truth having been revealed. I couldn't say that I felt bad for Mike, because he did have it coming. He disobeyed Stephanie's direct order, and now he was paying for it. Maybe one day he would learn not to piss off Randy. I, on the other hand, would probably find ways for the rest of my life to set that man off. And it wasn't like I tried. We clashed on the rare occasion. It happened in every marriage, right? It was too be expected. But it scared me. I hated arguing with Randy, and his temper was uncontrollable sometimes. But never, not once, did I ever fear for my safety around him. Today was one hundred and ten percent my fault. I should have backed off and let his exhaust his anger. But I cared too much for him to let him hurt his self. Match or no match, I hated to see him hurt.

"Penny for your thoughts?" A voice said, bringing me out of my thoughts. And not even this man could cheer me up like he usually can. I looked up and met the dark eyes of the man that I worshiped on TV for so long. Dwayne Johnson stood in front of me, with a white button down top and black slacks. I had to admit, even upset as I was, the man looked like a god. A Hawaiian god. But I had my own Adonis, and he was afraid to even touch me now. Dwayne gestured towards the empty chair to my right. I nodded at him, and he joined me in my sorrow. I looked over my shoulder, taking a peek at my daughter. She was happily playing with Luke and an older girl with dark skin. A girl that I couldn't place. Dwayne spoke again, catching my line of vision. "Does one of them belong to you?"

"Yes, the little brown headed girl in green dress," I said, smiling at the sight of my daughter. So happy and ever the carefree one. Just watching her soothed my nerves. Upon seeing that she was indeed safe and having fun, I turned back to face the legendary superstar in beside me. He smiled softly. "Her name is Tiegan."

"Oh, well, then that's my daughter, Simone, playing with her," he said, taking one last glance. I nodded in acknowledgment, finally placing a kid to her father. I looked back up to the screen to see Alex Riley seemingly manhandling my son, while taunting John on the outside of the ring. Randy and Miz were engaged in the second battle; a cage match. I caught Dwayne's attention, motioning towards the projector.

"And that little redhead is mine too, Keith," I said, gazing fondly at my upset child on the screen. Keith was showing just as much talent for this business that Randy possessed. I knew that there was not any other path for my little boy. And I was okay with that. Dwayne looked on and then realization hit him.

"So, you're Mrs. Orton then?" He inquired. I nodded my head and he chuckled. "You must be one hell of a woman to have tamed him down. Not that I even knew him all that well, but when I had brief stints with him, I could tell that. He was always a nice enough kid, but very fond of the nightlife."

"Hmm, yes, I remember those days," I giggled softly, letting myself get comfortable and open up to this man. His kind smile and easy demeanor just brought that out of me. "But really, I didn't have that much to do with it. I fell in love with him just the way he was; I wouldn't change him. He's the one that molded himself to the way he is now. I'm just there, in the background, guiding him if needed."

"That's your side of the story, and not what I've heard from everyone else," Dwayne said, crossing his ankle over his knee. I looked at him confusion, wondering what he could mean. He saw the look on my face and continued. "It's nothing bad, believe me. I've been told, just whenever Randy comes up in topic, that ever since he's met you, he's become more focused. And that he is overly dedicated to you. And his family. And if I may, your daughter looks so much like him."

"That's very sweet, thank you. Randy loves his children very much," I gushed thinking of a couple days ago, when the family had been at the pool. Randy and Tia had been so cute on the slide together. That memory brought a smile to my face.

"Which brings me back to my first question," he asked, leaning over and lowering his voice so that it was hard for anyone but me to hear him. "What's troubling you?"

I sighed, knowing that I couldn't avoid this conversation for long. And in truth, I didn't really have the energy to stall. So, with my eyes on the screen, I jumped into my story. "Randy slammed me into the wall this morning."

Again, I didn't think about what my words actually meant before they came out. The meaning of them to me was nothing but an accident. But to others it meant a hell of a lot more. And Dwayne was no exception. I looked over to see his face had darkened with angered surprise. "Excuse me?"

"No! No, no," I said, hailing him to a stop before his brain could travel any further down that direction. I didn't want people to think that Randy beat me. I knew in my heart that he would never lay a cross hand on me. Not after everything he knew I had been through. "It was an accident. He found out something Mike had down to me, which wasn't all that terrible. He got so angry, really at him. Randy began to rant and fume all over the hotel room. And I knew if I didn't stop him, he would punch at the wall, causing him to cut his hand to hell. Of course I didn't want that, so I grabbed hold of his arm as he swung. Well, one thing lead to another, and I hit the wall."

All throughout my explanation, Dwayne's face cleared up of everything but just concerned. I knew he believed me and believed that Randy had not purposely hurt me. He heaved a sigh, taking in all my words. "What happened after that? How did Randy react?"

"He pretty much hates himself and is afraid to touch me," I whined. I didn't know how I was going to break him of this. Why couldn't he see that I didn't blame him? It was all my fault anyway.

"Well," Dwayne said, casting a glance back at the screen, "I can't say that I blame him for how he reacted. It would have scared me too. What we do in that ring, for the most part, is scripted. For all intents and purposes, this is a male soap opera. But just because we don't actually best the shit out of each other in the ring, doesn't mean that we aren't capable. Wrestlers of the WWE train like animals and are extra strong and athletic. And Randy knows that. Which is why he is so afraid of what could have happened."

"What do I do about that?" I complained, blaming some of this on Randy's streak to stay stubborn. "I can't very well have a husband who won't touch me."

Dwayne chuckle, despite my obvious annoyance. He held up hands in defense. "It's simple. Just tell him everything you told me. In a place where he can't possibly walk away from you. Take, for example, at the end of this match?"

"What?" I said without thinking. I looked up to the screen, seeing that Randy and Miz were already on the "I Quit" match. Realizing that, I received a shock. The match was almost over. Randy was about win the title back, and our son. I sat up in my seat. The match was well into the third installment. It was nearing the end.

"Go," Dwayne urged me. I looked over at him, eyes growing wide. "I promise you, after he wins, he will not turn you away. Especially in front of that crowd. It's your chance."

My heart began to race. I hadn't planned on going in front of this massive crowd. But, what else could I do, if Randy didn't want to be with me behind closed doors. I slowly got to my feet, my eyes never leaving the screen. It was then that I made up my mind. I giggled nervously, turning back to face the man sitting in the chair. I hugged him briefly, thanking him for all his kindness and advice. Then I turned on the spot, and ran. Through the halls, in and out of doors. I passed people who called out at me, trying to get my attention. But I couldn't afford to listen to them right now. I was headed to the ring.

When I reached the holding area just behind the curtain to the ramp, I stopped. Panting breathlessly, I stared at the monitor. Randy had Mike tangled up in the ropes and was currently whipping him with a kendo stick. Mike was stuck, with both arms trapped in the twisted top and middle ropes. The whacks sounded sick against his skin, and welts were already starting arise. The referee was standing safely to the side of Mike, a microphone in hand. Mike's face was etched in pain. But everyone in the arena heard him utter the words they had been waiting to hear. The shots from the kendo stick was just too much for him to handle. He was bloody, tired and beaten.

"I quit! I quit! Stop this match!"

Thousands of fans in this arena exploded. And I knew the millions that were watching at home were celebrating as well. The referee untangled Mike from the ropes and he rolled out of the ring. The bell rung and Justin Roberts announced the winner. And that's when I slipped through the curtain.

Barefooted, I ran down the ramp as fast as my legs could carry me. My vision was blurred, but I could see Randy in the ring, on his knees. In his arms, was not the twenty-pound belt of metal that he had just won. But the little boy with read hair. He had his arms wrapped tightly around him. I heard the fans get louder, if that was possibly, when they saw me running to the ring. I slowed down only slightly when I reached the edge of the ring. By now, I had John's attention. He was leaning in the corner on the turnbuckle watching the scene before him, a soft smile on his face. But Randy was still too preoccupied with Keith right now to notice me. I decided on the spot, that instead of falling into Randy's arms first, that I should dote on Keith. After all, according the storyline, this was the first time in over a month I could touch my son.

Using the bottom rope, I slid into the ring. Randy looked up, finally spotting me. Shock was apparent on his face, as well as the slight shame that he couldn't hide from me. I looked at him briefly before falling to my knees in front of my baby. He looked back at me and smiled happily, and wrapped his small arms around my neck. I clutched him as tight as I could. My emotions were starting to get the better of me. What with the exhilarated Keith, the electric crowd, and my situation with Randy, I was feeling all sorts of emotions at once. I was beginning to overload. My eyes blurred over with tears, as they usually do when I was overwhelmed.

But I didn't care that I was crying right now. It fit my purpose for the storyline. I watched as Randy got to his feet. He slowly walked over to where John was. I smiled as Randy offered his hand to the man. Unwavering, John accepted it. But, Randy pulled on his arm, and embraced him in a masculine one-armed hug. And as he pulled away, I knew that it was my time. Shakily, I stood to my feet. Keith ran to John when I let go of him. John picked him up on his shoulders, showing him off to the world. Randy turned back around and saw me staring at him from across the ring. I smiled at him softly, before shaking my head gently.

And with that, I jogged at him. His eyes widen as he took me in, gaining ground on him. He reacted on instinct as I jumped at him. I felt his arms come around my waist, holding me in place. I locked my ankles around his back, clinging to him with my arms wrapped around his neck. And before he could stop me, I kissed him. In front of God and everyone. I could hear the crowd pressing against my eardrums with their mayhem. But I didn't care. I wasn't taking my lips off Randy until he kissed me back. He tensed beneath me, and for a moment I thought that he was actually refusing me. Until he melted into me. He tightened his arms around me, and his jaw fell slightly as he deepened the kiss. I smiled against his lips in victory. He'd finally given into me.

All too soon, he pulled away. But he let his forehead rest against mine. I ran my fingers over the skin of his shoulders. I knew on each shoulder, weaved into the already there ink of his previous tattoo, he'd added each name of his child. My fingers dug slightly into his shoulder blades, happy to be in his arms. He stared up into my eyes, his eyes craving my forgiveness. "I will never ever lay a hand on you again. You are everything to me. I would be nothing without you, you know that right?"

"Randy," I said, leaning over him, placing my lips at his ear. I couldn't hide the bright smile on my face. I knew everything was about to just the way it should be. Perfect. My red hair fell in my face, hiding it from view of everyone around us. "There is nothing to forgive."

"I love you," he whispered to me. I barely heard him above all the victory celebrations. I leaned back to meet his eye again. His pure blue eyes stared back at him. My body shivered with the tone he had spoken in. There was nothing to doubt when he spoke that way. I cupped his cheek, and playfully rolled my eyes.

"Shut up and kiss me."

I had a feeling that every woman in the building, much less the viewing world, were chewing on a big piece of jealousy. But all I cared about was that Randy had come around. Finally.

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