Here we go, another story from me, Ronnie aka foldintothenight.:)

I am going to attempt something different with this one, and I'd like to see it happen. This story is going to be interactive. What do I mean by interactive? I am going to set the story up. I have a main plot line for what goes on behind the scenes, but I would like for YOU, the readers, to help me out for what goes on in the ring and in backstage segments. You can do this by telling me what you would like to see in a review or PM.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. It never happened, and probably never will. I do not own the WWE, nor any of it's employees. I only own my ocs for this story, Abby and Melissa Orton.

Enjoy! Don't forget to R&R!

"Honestly, Ms. Orton, I don't even see why you're still here," the judge smiled down at her.

Abigail Christine Orton ran her fingers through her long, blonde hair. This was her fourth parole hearing and it appeared to be the first time it was going in her favor. She wasn't a bad person, it was just that she had a bad attitude. Not to mention, she shared an explosive temper with her famous cousin, Randy Orton. She was now twenty-five, having spent the past ten years behind bars. She wanted to be on the outside once more. She could have gotten out two years earlier, but she kept getting into fights. It wasn't until Randy visited her about six months ago to have a talk with her about her behavior that she began to straighten up her act. He told her that if she ever wanted her life back that she needed to stop getting into so many confrontations. She did this and now she was finally getting a chance to get out. "Well, to be honest, my behavior wasn't always as optimal as it has been in the few months. I miss my life. I miss the things that could have been. I am ready for my second chance."

"Well, you are getting that chance now, Ms. Orton. You are hereby officially out on parole. You will be expected to check in every three months, or you may be forced to finish out your fifteen year sentence," he signed the sheet of paper to make her release official.

Abby nodded, "that won't happen, your honor. I will check in every three months, just like clockwork."

…

Three months went by after Abby was released. The year of 2012 was coming to an end and she wasn't able to find work seeing as how she never finished high school, and no one particularly wanted to hire a former juvenile delinquent. She went to face the judge once more, as per the conditions of her parole, and was told that she would need a job by her next check-in, or one would be given to her. She knew that she wouldn't like any job given to her by the court so she turned to someone she never thought she would. Her father. Barry Orton was a troubled man. Abby and her older sister were told exactly why as soon as they were old enough to understand and agreed to never speak of it. She made her way to her father's new home and knocked on the door, taking a deep breath. He had barely visited her while she was in jail, nor had either really made the effort to see one another after she had been released.

Barry opened the door to come face to face with his second eldest daughter. "Abigail?" he gasped, his face faltering.

She smiled softly, biting her lip, "hi daddy." She stepped up, hugging him hesitantly.

He returned the hug with a sigh, "it's good to see you, sweetheart." He stepped aside to let her into his home.

She walked inside, looking down at the floor, "look..."

"What do you need, Abby?" he sighed.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I don't mean to just come here out of no where and just ask something of you," she chewed on her bottom lip, suddenly regretting her decision to go down that road.

"It's alright, Abby. We hardly see each other. Even since you've been out," he sighed.

She nodded, "I need a job. I was hoping that you had at least some sort of idea as to what I could do. No one really wants to hire an ex-convict."

Barry nodded, "give me ten minutes, sweetheart." He walked out of the room, dialing a rather long looking number into his phone. While he was in the other room, Abby found a place to sit until her father returned. When he did, Abby had began dozing off. "Abby?"

She jolted awake, "sorry Dad. Who were you talking to? Did you actually already find me a job?"

"You get along with your cousin Randy, right?" he gave his daughter a hopeful smile.

Abby's face lit up, "yeah, why?"

"I was just talking to Vince McMahon," he smiled at his daughter. "He has the perfect job for you."

"I get to work for the WWE?" Abby's jaw dropped.

Barry nodded, "I thought you might like that."

"Thanks Daddy!" she jumped up and hugged him tightly.

…

The next week Abby sat in her childhood bedroom. A small girl walked into the room, sitting on Abby's lap. "Well hey there, Missy. How's my favorite little girl?"

Melissa June Orton looked up at her mother with a pout. She had her mother's hair, but her facial features reminded Abby of the girl's father. "Do you really have to leave, mommy?"

"I need work, baby girl. I told you that you can come with me," she kissed the top of her daughter's head.

"But what about all of my friends?" the nine year-old pouted. "C'mon, Mommy. I just got you."

Abby sighed, "well, I'll be working with cousin Randy." She paused, swallowing hard and giving her daughter a squeeze before continuing. "And your daddy will be there."

Missy blinked, her eyes lighting up. "My daddy wrestles like Randy?"

Abby nodded, "do you watch wrestling, sweetie?"

Missy nodded, "a little. Grandma let's me watch some of Randy's matches. I like some of the other wrestlers, too."

Abby smiled, "so you've probably seen your daddy."

"Who is he, Mommy?" the girl lit up, hoping that it was someone she liked.

"Cody Rhodes," Abby bit her lip. "He doesn't know yet."

Missy frowned, looking up at her mother, "he's hurt right now, Mommy."

Abby blinked, "he is?"

The girl nodded, "that scary man dropped him funny. He's been out for a few weeks already."

"Well, I'm sure he'll be back soon. Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" Abby sighed, worrying about how badly Cody may be hurt, if he was actually legitimately hurt, that is.

Missy took a deep breath, "will I be the only kid there, Mommy?"

Abby shook her head, "when they go to someone's hometown, their families come to hang out backstage. I even think that there are a couple of kids who travel with their parents."

"Do you think that Daddy will like me?" Missy pouted, playing with the hem of her skirt.

"He'll love you, baby girl. I'm sure of it," Abby smiled.

…

December 10th, 2012 – Monday Night RAW

Abby, Missy, and Randy sat in the special dressing room as everyone piled into the Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey. Randy and Vince were the only ones who knew that they were there. This was done in attempts to keep all of the changes that were about to be made a surprise. When she was told that Vince McMahon had offered her a job, Abby had assumed that she would be getting some sort of simple backstage job. When she was offered the role of on air General Manager, Abby didn't know what to think. She was by no means shy, so being on camera wasn't an issue for her. The only thing was how to publicly handle her past. Which Vince assured her that they would be honest and let out the information at the exact right time.

What Abby and Missy didn't know that Cody was set to make his return that night. Not wanting to keep the WWE Universe in suspense too long, Vince decided that he would go on after the first match was over, letting Dolph Ziggler open the show. Once the competitors disappeared behind the curtain, "No Chance in Hell" began to play throughout the arena. Abby took a deep breath as she watched on the monitor, knowing that she would be needing to slip out of the room quickly and stealthily when her cue hit.

Vince strutted onto the stage, his egotistical, shit-eating grin across his face as he waited for the crowd to die down and brought a microphone up to address everyone. "I guess that you're wondering why I am here tonight," he bellowed before letting out a chuckle as a "Fire Vickie!" chant began. There already had been rumors that a new, permanent general manager had been chosen. So stripping Vickie Guerrero of her current position was a distinct possible explanation of Vince's presence that night.

"Excuse me!" Vickie's shrill voice boomed over the loud speakers before she walked out from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos and jeers. "I've been doing a phenomenal job as managing supervisor of Monday Night RAW."

Vince shook his head, "the only good decisions you've made in the past few weeks have been the ones that I have talked you into. On top of that..." he paused for dramatic effect, "we have some... evidence against you that is going to turn a lot more people against you."

Just as Vickie was about to protest a clip began to play on the Titan Tron. It showed Vickie talking to Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, and Dean Ambrose and handing them large amounts of cash. The crowd loudly jeered, growing to hate Vickie more in an instant.

Vince shook his head, "I should have known it was you, Vickie. I still have my suspicions about Punk, but you have been caught red handed. Vickie Guerrero, YOU'RE FIRED!"

Vickie gasped, throwing one of her mini tantrums. She wanted to protest, but she recognized the look of resolve on the chairman's face. She whimpered, dropping her microphone and made her way back behind the curtain.

Once she disappeared, Vince grinned. "So now, as you know, we need someone to run this show. So without any further ado, I bring you the new, permanent General Manager of Monday Night RAW!"

After a momentary pause "Like Whoa" by Aly & AJ began to play. Abby walked out onto the stage with a huge grin. She was wearing a pleated, red miniskirt with a studded belt, a Hello Kitty baby T, mesh biker style gloves, multiple bracelets, and combat boots. Her curled pigtails bounced, along with her perky breasts, as she made her way over to Vince. She giggled as she bent over to grab the microphone that Vickie had just dropped as she heard the sound of the WWE Universe questioning who she was. She adjusted her cat ears headband as she took a deep breath, "hello WWE Universe, my name is Abby Orton," she paused, loving the feeling of the reaction she received from the New Jersey crowd. "Yes," she laughed, nodding. "Yes, Randy is my cousin," she smiled, shaking Vince's hand.

Vince grinned as he waited for the cheers to die down before continuing. "Now this isn't the only change being made tonight. Next week will be the last week that all of the Superstars and Divas will be on both RAW and SmackDown," he paused, receiving a "what?" from the audience. "As much as I hate to admit it, the ratings are dropping, and many members of the WWE Universe have been complaining about the some of the performers not being used properly all over social media. The board and I have taken this into consideration and have decided to separate the two main shows of the company once more and go with the brand split again. Performers of both brands will be appear on Main Event, SuperStars, and Saturday Morning Slam. The four main pay-per-views will also be for both brands. This leaving the other eight to be split between the brands. Lastly, starting on January 7th, Monday Night RAW will be going back to a TV-14 format. This means that RAW will no longer be family friendly. In saying this, we will allowing the Superstars and Divas to choose which brand they will be a part of in lieu of a draft. In the future, we will be having drafts, just like before." He grinned as the crowd erupted in cheers. "Oh, and one more thing..." he turned to Abby, his grin turning turning into a smirk, "as of this moment, Monday Night RAW will now be run the Orton way." Vince's music began to play once more as he handed a stage hand his microphone and slipped back behind the curtain.

Abby took a deep breath after Vince's music cut off, wanting to address the audience. "Now, tonight's match card is mostly set. However, if you would like to see any changes, like maybe seeing someone like Zack Ryder in the main event with Ted DiBiase, I can make that happen. Just tweet me at WWE Abby Orton, and use the hash tag, Orton Way. Now that is Abby spelled A-B-B-Y. Have a good night everyone, I hope that you enjoy the show." Abby handed the same stage hand that had taken Vince's microphone the one that she was holding before making her way back behind the curtain as "Like Whoa" played once more. After she made her way back, heading to her dressing room, she saw a face that she hadn't seen in a little over ten years...