A/N: Another wrestling fanfic for me. I prefer these over any of the others I write, just because it is easier. I hope y'all like this one as much as you like Weakness! Key word there is HOPE!
Summary: "I beat him at SummerSlam, but I'm not through yet! I will keep my promise, and he will lose everything dear to him! He is ignorant, if he thinks I wouldn't realize what is hiding in plain sight!" Randy Orton/OC
Disclaimer: I only own Abby! I do not own anyone else mentioned in this fanfic! They either own themselves or they are owned by Vince MacMahon.
Chapter 1: Secrets and Surprises
I beat him at SummerSlam, but I'm not through yet! I will keep my promise, and he will lose everything dear to him! He is ignorant, if he thinks I wouldn't realize what is hiding in plain sight! On the next SmackDown, he will wish that he never got into this business!
Abby's POV:
"Can you do this for me, Ms. Abby?" I nod. How can I tell my boss no? Mr. Long smiles at me. "I'm glad that you are up to this. Most people would be afraid to meet the Undertaker face-to-face!"
"This is my job, Mr. Long. Besides, I have no reason to fear the Undertaker" If only he knew why... "I'll go do this right away!"
"Thank you, Ms. Abby! I'll owe you for this!" HIs phone starts ringing and he turns to answer it. I walk out of the room and head stright for gorilla position.
This will be my first in-ring appearance on my own. Is this how a wrestler feels before they before their first match? I've got to go in front of that crowd on my own. This is starting to freak me out now! Please, don't let me mess this up!
"Ms. Abby, you're up!" Mr. Long's theme starts to play, and I begin to walk down the ramp. The crowd is going wild. They actually like me! I still can't believe that I'm considered a crowd favorite. I get to the ring and walk up the stairs. I'm too tall to go over the bottom rope so I go over the middle rope. I walk across the ring and grab the mic that Tony Chimel is holding out to me, then I go to the middle of the ring.
"Mr. Long has sent me out here to tell you all who has been named number one contender. Right now, he is in a meeting, so he sent me out here on his behalf! Please allow me to introduce the new number one contender, the Undertaker!"
The bell tolls, and the lights go out. Fog rolls in and covers the arena floor, and the ring. I watch as he walks down to the ring. He stops at the top of stairs, and rolls his eyes into the back of his head. Raising his arms, he 'turns' the lights back on., and steps in the ring.
"Undertaker, Mr. Long has decided that you earned the contender's spot when you defeated Muhammad Hassan at the Great American Bash! Congrat..."
Randy Orton's entrance begins to play, interrupting me! He walks down the ramp, and all the way to the ring. He already has a mic, so I guess he has something to say. And it has to be important if he is actually going to come into the ring! He looks at us, with his trademark grin.
"So, Taker, you still got the contender's spot, even though you lost to me at SummerSlam. But I'm actually not out here for that, right now. I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. Taking your contender's spot will be icing on the cake." He can be a cocky son of a bitch, can't he? "You see, I found the thing that you hold dearest to your heart, if you have one." He turns his piercing blue eyes on me. "Hiding in plain sight!" No! He can't know it, can he? "For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, little miss Abby here..."
"Orton, don't you dare! This is my secret, and I will choose when I reveal it!"
"Either I tell everyone now, or you can. Those are your only two choices!" Bastard!
I narrow my eyes at him. "Fine, Orton. My father just so happens to be the Deadman himself, the Undertaker!" The crowd goes silent. "Happy now, Randy-boy?"
"I would feel better if I could have told the secret." I just shrug my shoulders. "But I do have something a lot better than that! It's a big surprise!" He points to the Titantron. "This was after SummerSlam."
I'm standing by a man, holding a Bible, with a white veil on my head. He is speaking to a person off camera, then he turns to me. "And do you, Abigail Marie Calloway, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?"
I giggle then hiccup. "Of course I do, silly. Why else would I be here?" I start to sway on my feet. I can barely stand up.
The minister smiles. "Then by the power vested in me, by God and the District of Columbia, I pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the bride!"
A hand grabs mine and pulls me in close to a big, muscular body. I look up into the blue eyes of my husband...Randy Orton. One hand slides down to the small of my backwhile the other pulls off my veil, and tangles into my hair. "My pleasure." His lips slowly claim mine in a kiss. When we break apart, he smiles, and picks me up, bridal style, and carries me off, out of sight.
I turn to face Randy. He's my husband! I'm married to that bastard! He will pay for this! I swear it!
"So, Abby, what's it like being married to the Legend Killer? What's it like being the envy of every straight female in the world?" Randy has that cocky grin on his face. And I think I know how to wipe it off!
"I smirk right back at him. "Nothing for all those females to be envious about. I don't remember the wedding, or the wedding night, so you mustn't be as good as you claim!" The grin disappears, replaced by a scowl. "So, when can I celebrate the divorce?"
"Who said anything about a divorce?" He can't be serious! "You are not going to get away from me. Unless..." Here it comes! "Unless your dad gives up his number one contender's spot!"
I figured! Dad looks at Orton and reaches for my mic. I pass it to him. "Orton, I have a better idea. We'll have a match at No Mercy. The winner gets the number one contendership, and Abby! If you lose, you get an annulment, so it will be like you were never married. If I lose, you can have my contendership! And you stay married to Abby!"
"Deal!" Please let Daddy win! I don't want to married to this ass for longer than I have to!
Orton starts to get out of the ring, but stops. "Since we don't have a contract yet, I think I'm going to seal this with a kiss!" He grabs my arm, and pulls me tightly into his body. He places his lips on mine and kisses me, brutally. I start to struggle in his arms, and push on his chest to get him off of me. Suddenly, he lets me go, causing me to lose my balance and fall flat on my butt. He looks down at me. "See you later, Mrs. Orton!" Then he turns around, leaving me in the middle of the ring, fuming.
A/N: I like this story a lot. I got the idea when I was thinking of the Triple H/Stephanie MacMahon storyline. Since Randy was taught by Hunter, why not take a page out of his book! It sounded good in my head, but it might not be as good typed! R&R! Flames accepted, even if I don't pay any heed to them!
Love y'all bunches: GFG