Chapter 2: Abby's Future
Randy's POV:
This is going to be a great night! I'm going to ger my title-shot, and Abigail! It's still hard to believe that she is my wife. I wanted her when she first came to the business, even before I knew she was Taker's little girl. That reddish-brown hair down to her thighs, and beautiful hazel eyes. She is also very curvy, even if she always wore suits to hide it. And long legs. But the best thing about her is her attitude! She is usually calm and quiet, but if you get her rilied up, she can raise hell with the best of them. Especially in bed! Sucks she was too drunk to remember, but I'll have her remembering tonight!
Two knocks on the door signal that it is time for my match. It's time for me to get the two things that are rightfully mine! I need that title shot, so I can pay Batista back for my shoulder injury.
I walk down the hall to gorilla position, and do some last minute warm-ups. My entrance music begins to play, and I step into the arena lights. The crowd starts to boo me, but I don't care. I've heard boos since I started in the WWE. I just smirk and get into the ring.
Then that damn bell tolls, and the lights go off. Undertaker's entrance always gave me chills, but this time, it's different. He doesn't have just hate in his eyes, something else is there. Fear. Fear of losing his baby girl. For the first time ever, Undertaker fears someone...me. I have the power to give him his life back, or take it away. I have Abby!
The bell rings, and we lock up in the center of the ring. He overpowers me and slings me into a corner. He starts throwing those punches, pounding me into the corner. I start to fight back, but then he picks me up, and my head goes into the turnbuckle. Then he grabs my arm and climbs up the corner, to walk across the top rope. He jumps down, slamming into my arm. Dammit, Old School hurts! I notice that he accidentally caught the referee with his boot, knocking him out. He pulls me up and grabs me by the throat. I kick his leg and throw my arm up, catching his jaw with my elbow. I lean back against the ropes, but he clotheslines me out of the ring.
This is getting old, fast! I'm going to end this here and now! I push Tony Chimel out of my way, and grab his chair. I slide into the ring while Taker's back is turned checking on the ref. As soon as he turns around, I'll slam this chair directly into his forehead.
All of a sudden, lights start flashing and Rob Zombie's 'Living Dead Girl' fills the arena. Abby comes running down the ramp and slides into the ring. She passes her dad, and comes up to me. She smiles and leans in close, like she is about to kiss me. This really is my lucky day! She reaches around me and...snatches the chair from my hands!
She tricked me! That bitch! She backs away, and stands in between us, looking back and forth. Taker gestures for her to give him the chair. Her grip tightens, and I believe she is going to hit me. I prepare to tackle her. Suprisingly, she slides out of the ring, and drops the chair on the floor beside her. Taker turns to face her, still gesturing for the chair.
This is my chance! I get behind the Undertaker, and wait for him to turn around. Abby isn't paying any attention either. She keeps shaking her head at her father. He finally gives up and turns...right into the RKO! He hits the ground, and I roll him over for the pin. 1...2...3!
"And your winner, Randy Orton!" I smirk and walk away from him, passed out on the ground. I go to get out of the ring, but I notice Abby kneeling by her dad. She slowly stands up and turns to me. She has tears in her hazel eyes, but she is still glaring at me.
I start to walk toward her. She looks completely different. Her hair is down, framing her face. She is wearing a tight black tank top, that barely shows her stomach, and a pair of pink baggy pants, with black chains all over it. She is also wearing black combat boots with pink laces. She looks so sexy!
"What do you want, Orton? Come to throw it in Dad's face that he lost!" She looks so pissed off at me.
"No, I have come to get my wife. We had a deal, Abby. I know you will keep your word!" I grab her wrist and pull her up against me. "You are mine now, Abigail Orton!"
I lean down and capture her lips with mine. She starts to struggle, but I just tighten my hold. I start to deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue between her lips. She stops moving and closes her eyes, wrapping her arms around my neck, tangling her fingers in my hair. I pull her body as close to me as I can and continue to kiss her throughly. When I finally release her, she opens her eyes slowly. They are filled with fear, wonder, and passion. She has a faint smile on her lips as well.
We get out of the ring and walk back up the ramp. At the top, I pick her up, bridal style, and go to walk out.
"ORTON!" Sounds like Taker decided to wake up. I turn around, and look at him, standing in the middle of the ring. He looks angry, and all of the fear in his eyes from earlier is gone! He wasn't afraid of losing Abby! He was afraid of losing his title-shot! "Orton, you will rest in peace." He looks directly into Abby's eyes. "The both of you!"
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