A/N: Alright guys! This is going to be my last chapter for a bit, while I rewrite the rest of the story. PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I finally found my disk and will be putting up the new chapters on all my other stories. Plus I am working on a few more fanfics!

Disclaimer: I do not own any person mentioned in this fanfic besides Abby! I also, sort of, own the plotline! Oh, if only I owned Orton...do you think Mr. MacMahon will let me buy him for 10 bucks? Maybe somebody can chip in, and we can go halfies! PLEASE!

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Chapter 4: The Contract Signing

Randy's POV:

Alright, tonight is the night. All I have to do is sign the contract, and I have Batista at Armageddon. Now that bastard can pay for taking me out for 4 months! Nothing can stop me from completely destroying his career...except Abby.

She's curled up with me, in my locker room, watching SmackDown on the TV. We are only here for tonight. As a wedding present, Teddy Long has given us 3 weeks off for our honeymoon. Abby really was hoping to get back to work tonight, but Teddy insisted that she take the night off as well. What I think is that she wants to prove that she isn't afraid of her father.

A knock on the door catches our attention. "Mr. Orton, you're up!"

Abby gets up and looks down at me. She looks exceptionally sexy tonight. Instead of those damn business suits, she is now wearing mini-skirts, and tight tank tops. And she never walks out without her combat boots. She is smiling the biggest smile I have ever seen since our wedding.

"Are you ready to get this over with, Orton?" That is the only thing that bothers me. She refuses to use my first name.

"Yeah, Abby-girl, let's go."

We walk out of the locker room and go straight to the ring. They have the red carpet out, and that table set up. Teddy is standing at the head of the table with a microphone. The crowd is chanting Abby's name. She just starts smiling wider. She loves being in front of the crowd, especially since they love her. I slide into the ring and hold the ropes so Abby can get in. We walk to the furthest end of the table, and I sit down in the chair, with Abby standing beside me.

Batista's entrance begins to play and I watch as my former best friend showboats his way to the ring. He climbs in, shakes Teddy's hand, then goes and sits down. He starts eyeing Abby. He smirks and then picks up the microphone lying on the table. "Well hello, gorgeous. After this, you wanna go celebrate in my hotel room?"

Asshole! I watch Abby's eyes narrow, and she goes to reach for the mic. I snatch her by the waist and pull her into my lap. She starts blushing, but snuggles into me. She turns to Batista and shoots the finger.

"I'll take that as a no." Dave grabs the contract and signs on the dotted line, then slings it at me. "There, Orton." I reach for the contract, but Abby beats me to it. She flips through the papers, reading each page. Batista starts laughing. "Damn, Orton, you've already got her eating out of your hands. I think that's a record!"

Abby's head snaps up, and she snatches the mic off the table. "Mr. Batista, my job is to proofread all contracts, and assisting Mr. Long. I do not beat people for a living! I actually have to work for my money! I'm not eating out of Randy's hand; I'm making sure that he isn't making a mistake when he signs this contract!"

She just called me Randy! I smirk and wrap my arms around her tighter. She huffs in frustration. "Baby girl, Davey boy is just jealous that you said no to him. He hasn't been getting laid, and I have...Ow!" Abby just smirks. "Brat!" She sticks her tongue out at me. "You better put that tongue back in your mouth before I put it to better use!"

"Keep dreaming, Randy-boy!" She glances at the contract in her hands. "Alright, you can..."

The bell tolls and the lights go out. Abby shrinks into my arms. I watch as the Undertaker walks up the stairs, and rolls his eyes into his head. Abby starts to whimper. She shouldn't be afraid of her own father! Taker steps into the ring and walks toward us. Abby jumps up and goes to stand face-to-face with her father, but I snatch her arm and pull her close to me.

He looks at my arms around her waist, and the fear in her eyes. Then he grabs the contract and signs on the spot where I was supposed to! Who does he think he is? I'm the number one contender, and I should have the match!

I turn to check on Abby. She is shivering, but okay. She is really shaken up by her dad's attitude. Suddenly, I feel this sharp pain in the back of my head. I collapse onto Abby, causing her to lose balance and fall to the ground. I'm rolled off of her. Taker hit me with a chair, the bastard! I watch as he grabs Abby by the hair and pulls her out of view. The last things that I hear are Abby's scream and the splintering of wood.

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A/N: YAY! Apparently you people actually like this fanfic, and my other one. I'm thinking about writing another, based on me, my sister, and of our friends. I haven't decided if I should go through with it. You guys will get the more updated version of my story soon…so…

Well, until later...

Love y'all bunches: GFG