Love the Way You Lie
the FINAL chapter!

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Abby sighed as she stepped into the local tanning salon; having arrived in Boston a full two days ahead of any other superstar who had to work the pay-per-view. The weekend of the Royal Rumble was finally there and she felt as ready as she ever would be. She gave a soft smile to the girl behind the counter and spoke gently.

"Hey there," Abby nodded, "Can I get a bed?"

"Of course! Just give me two seconds, the other girl called in sick and it's just me right now, lemme get one for you, what's the last name?" she asked.

"DiBiase, and don't worry about it, I can wait," Abby nodded, having arrived early in Boston to avoid the hustle and bustle of waiting in line with other WWE Superstars to tan, to get to the gym and to eat lunch or dinner. She was there to relax, even Brett had waited to come to Boston until the day of the Rumble.

"Are you done already?" the tanning attendant said with a laugh as Abby looked around for a magazine – while a deep rumble came through the lobby.

"I tanned for thirty minutes," the voice said, "It's insane, that would kill a lesser man," he chuckled.

Abby looked over her shoulder slowly and spotted Randy Orton, giving a wide grin to the young attendant, who seemed frozen at such a man in front of her. Abby mentally rolled her eyes before sitting down and picking a random edition of People, opening it and covering her face with it.

"Are you excited for the Rumble?" the red headed tanning girl said, leaning over the counter.

Randy nodded a few times and grabbed a piece of gum from his pocket, offering the girl a piece before she objected.

"Braces," she muttered.

Abby didn't feel jealousy seeing Randy and the girl flirting, it was harmless, especially since the girl couldn't be any older than seventeen.

"Ms. Dibiase? Are you ready to tan, now?" the girl asked, which made Abby cringe from behind the latest story of Octo-Mom on Oprah. Abby slowly slid the magazine down and saw Randy gazing at her like it was a sheer surprise to see her.

"Hey, Abby," he said softly.

Abby ignored him and stood up, taking her bag to where the tanning beds were.

"Abby," Randy's voice called from he hallway before she opened a door to a room and shut it with a smile, separating her from her ex. His voice continued to sound through the door. "Abby, please, I've tried to call you," he said.

Yeah, Abby knew that he had been calling, Abby knew that there had been countless numbers of voice mails from the Apex Predator – but she couldn't handle hearing his voice over the phone. Abby was just scared to go back to the Viper; the Legend Killer – the fear washed over her as the door was banged on.

"Hey," Randy's voice sounded, a bit more dominant than the last time. "Open the door."

"I'm naked," Abby lied, before quickly starting to undress out of her jeans and t-shirt, already having shed her winter jacket when she entered the lobby.

Randy chuckled and Abby simply went weak in the knees, "That's nothing I haven't seen before, babe," he whispered, just loud enough for the diva to hear through the wooden door.

Abby took a deep breath and looked up to give a short prayer to God, before opening the door in her black lace panties and matching bra. "What?" she asked.

Randy eyed her up and down, "What are you doing here?"

"The same thing that you're doing," Abby said softly, pulling him into the room and shutting the door behind him. She sighed and leaned over to the tanning bed, waiting to set the timer on it.

He watched her as she slowly started to apply tanning lotion to her arms and flat stomach. "What do you mean?"

"All those pay-per-views in those months of us being together," she said gently. "You think I don't remember how you would leave and get to the arena at least seventy-two hours before the show, I know how you were. It gives you time to prepare," she whispered, rolling her eyes. Abby ran a hand through her hair before she threw the bottle of lotion to Randy. "Get my back, will you?" she asked.

He nodded slowly, popped the top and squirted some of the lotion in his hand. He put the bottle down and rubbed his palms together in an attempt to make the lotion less cold for Abs. Sure, he had to admit that even though she had been ignoring his attempts to make things right, but that didn't mean he would be rude and slather cold cream on her back. He sighed and let his large hands slowly rub the lotion into her already tanned skin.

He felt her silky smooth slide underneath his rough hands. "Abby," he whispered slowly. "I don't know why we're doing this," he said. He let his hands run down to her lower back and he sighed, before realizing that Abby had taken a deep shaky breath.

Randy watched her before he grabbed her waist tightly and spun her around to face him. He saw the spark of fear in her eyes and then felt relaxed when it turned into lust. He watched her intently before grabbing her hands when they slid up his t-shirt covered chest.

He smirked as his hand felt a hard rock in his palm. "You're wearing your ring," he whispered, feeling a bit relaxed.

Abby rolled her eyes, "Of course I'm wearing my ring," she said. "I'm your fiancee, am I not?"

Randy let his hand let go of her's and push a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Baby, of course you are," he whispered. "I'm sorry I got angry," he told her. "I know that you had nothing to do with the Nexus attacking me," Randy mumbled.

Abby knew that it took a lot of stuff to get an apology from the Legend Killer. But it seemed to her that it had been happening a lot lately.

"And that Vince didn't tell me that bit of the storyline," he said, "And I really owe you the apology that you're getting right now."

Abby smirked and leaned up on her tipped toes, kissing his lips softly. "Apology accepted," she whispered as she pulled away.

Randy laughed a loud chuckle, picking her up around the waist and spinning her around a few times in the small room. She laughed and slid down in his arms. "Can I go tan?" she asked, reaching down and letting her fingers slide into her lace underwear, ready to pull them down.

"Can I watch?" Randy asked with a sly smile.

Abby raised an eyebrow, "Oh, I suppose so – but just lemme relax and tan, deal?" she asked.

He nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

Abby smiled and turned around, while Randy reached up and undid her bra for her. "Go ahead and tan," he said while Abby climbed into the tanning bed.

The Royal Rumble;

Abby nervously played with her curls as she tapped her foot on the cold concrete floor of the locker room. She sighed, her nerves starting to get back to her. Quietly, she looked at her outfit, which was a pair of black shorts and a baby blue bra-to which would match her brothers trunks and boots. This was it, her return to the WWE ring – it was insane.

With a bite of her lip, she fixed her top before turning and walking out of the locker room.

"Hey, Abs!" John Cena called from down the hall. "What are you up to?" he said with a laugh. "You look good, you look ready to get out in that ring, girl!"

Smiling, Abby turned slowly and laughed gently, "I try," she giggled. "I am so ready to get out there! You have absolutely no clue."

Grinning, John nodded his head. "I love you, girl! I hope you kick ass," he chuckled. Quietly, he adjusted his purple hat.

"When do you go into the Rumble?" Abby asked.

John sighed softly, "Number seven," he said. "But they said I get to stay in until 29," he nodded. "So that'll be good to keep the Cenation at bay," he shrugged. "But whatever, it's gonna get done. Randy gets his title back tonight, right?" he asked.

Abby nodded, "Supposedly," she said.

"I heard you two got back together," Cena beamed from ear to ear.

"Yeah, we got back together," she nodded, laughing softly. "He apologized at the tanning salon yesterday," she smirked.

Cena gave a girly sigh, "Oh, young love!" he said, "You're good, I hope you two last this time around cause you keep him calm," he said.

Abby blushed gently, shrugging and kicking the ground with her padded wrestling boot in the blue color her top was in. She smiled, raising an eyebrow before hugging Cena and moving down the hall again.

"Baby!"

The brunette turned her head to see Randy jogging up to her, giving a small smile.

"What are you doing, aren't you supposed to be ready for your match against Teddy?" Randy asked, his hands going to her forearms.

Abby nodded, "I'm getting ready to go out there right now, I'm so nervous that I just – I'm shaking so bad," she whispered sadly.

"Hey, hey," Randy said, "Don't you worry about it," he whispered, "You're going to go out there and kick your brother's ass in that ring and I am going to be even more proud to be able to call you my fiancee."

Abby raised an eyebrow, leaning up and kissing him slowly. "I love you, Randall Keith."

"I love you, Abigail Renee."

He ran his hand over her hair before winking, "I'll see you when you get back," he winked, turning her around and swatting her butt before watching her walk away.

Ted and Maryse left the backstage area first before Brett and Abby's music hit – it was basic generic rock music but the crowd reacted in a way that Abby never expected.

"And their opponents," Justin Roberts said with a smirk into the microphone, "Are the team of Abby and Brett DiBiase," he announced while Abby skipped down the ramp towards the ring. She slid in and got right in Maryse's face, talking crap while Brett hit his forehead against his older brother's.

Abby looked over to hear Brett snap, "Are you really going to hit our little sister? You're gonna let her," Brett yelled, jabbing a finger at Maryse, "Put her on the injured list?"

"You don't belong here," Ted yelled at him, "And neither does she," he snapped. "This is my world, my job and I'm gonna put both of your asses on the injured reserved list! Your ass is gonna be retired after this one match, you understand me?"

The bell rang and Maryse went to punch Abby in the face, but Abby blocked it and tackled the blonde diva while Ted started to get a few punches in at Brett.

After the boys got a few throws in, the ref pushed them onto the side while Abby and Maryse started their match.

Ten minutes after the bell rang, Abby and Maryse were still going hard, and it took a modified RKO from Abby to be able to get Maryse down long enough for her to get to Brett; tagging him in.

She slid onto the ring apron and watched quietly, while Brett and Teddy started to throw punches. She wondered if her family knew that this would've happened back in their childhood. Quietly, Abby raised an eyebrow before Brett his his finisher, the Bank Robbery, which was a mix of a standing suplex and drop kick at the same time.

"One. Two. Three!"

The referee claimed their team the winner, while Abby threw her hands into the air – dancing around the ring with her older brother. She grinned and turned her back to the ramp before feeling a pair of arms wrap around her waist, holding her tight. She looked down, nervously, before seeing the skull tattoos that covered her fiancee's arms.

"Oh, my god," Randy's voice growled into her ear, "You won, baby!"

The crowd cheered loudly as he leaned down and kissed her quietly as the WWE Universe went nuts.

"Come on, let's get you into the locker room so you can watch my match," he said with a soft smile.

Abby slid out of the ring and threw her arms up again, screaming out in pride while Brett and Randy led her up the ramp.

"When I get back to you," Randy said softly, "I am going to be the new WWE Champion, eight time, baby," he winked, kissing Abby's lips softly before walking out of the backstage area, his music hitting and the crowd going nuts.

Abby smiled as she watched on the television backstage before hearing a voice behind her, a snarky voice that made her want to vomit. "Well, will you look at the happy couple reuniting," Mike Mizanin said with a roll of his eyes.

"I can not believe you believed the man when he told you that he actually loved you," Alex said with a shrug of his shoulders. He quirked an eyebrow, "How in the hell do you expect this?" he asked, handing Abby his iPod which had a photo of Randy on it.

But, Randy, Abby thought to herself, wasn't alone. He had a blonde bimbo on his knee and he was groping her chest while she parted her lips and looked to be moaning. Abby pursed her lips and bit back tears.

"Don't cry now," Alex said, "You're a winner tonight. Don't you cry," he nodded. "He's a liar," he shrugged. "Always has been and he always will be," he patted Abby on the shoulder and walked out with the Miz when his music hit.

[ OHMYGOD, THE STORY IS OVER! WHAT DID YOU THINK? WHEN I GET SIX REVIEWS FOR THIS ONE CHAPTER; I WILL POST THE SEQUEL! What do you want to happen! I love you all!

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