Grace smirked as she ran on the threadmill, she had her eyes trained on where Randy was lifting weights, his biceps bulging. It wasn't a secret her husband had one of the best bodies in WWE
She hopped off the threadmill and skipped over to him, she leaned against a jump box and folded her arms
"Bet I got better abs than you," she told him and he smiled at his wife
"Is that a challenge?" He asked, putting down the curl weights
"If you're not too scared," she teased and Randy clicked his tongue
"Pull ups?" He asked and she nodded
"You're going down," she told him as she tied her sweater around her waist
They both jumped at the same time on the bar and smirked at each other
"And go!" Grace said, beginning to do her set
They were about 30 in when Randy hung on by one arm, reaching the other hand to squeeze Grace's ass making her yelp and let go of the bar, effectively declaring Randy the winner of their 'friendly' little competition but Grace was laughing as she got off the floor
She pinched Randy's thigh making him drop down to
"That's what you get you son of a bitch," she said laughing
Randy looked up at her in shock and amusement and grabbed her hand and pulled her down on top of him
He rolled over and kept rolling, locking her in the gator roll, they both laughed as they engaged in horseplay as usual
Grace locked him in an arm bar but she didn't apply any pressure but she let go and smiled down at him, as he was on his back, she put a hand on his chest and kissed him deeply
"I still have better abs," she told him and he laughed
"I'm gonna hop in the shower," he told her, getting up
"I'll finish up and we'll head out," she told him and he nodded
She finished after like 10 minutes and walked into the changing rooms, seeing Randy in a yellow tank top and black shorts, putting his cap on his head
She stripped off her tank top and loosed her hair, combing through it with her hand, before she went infront of the mirror Randy was standing by and opened her camera
Randy turned and raised his shirt slightly to display his abs and as soon as Grace was about to take the picture, he cupped her boob in his hands and she took the picture before beginning to laugh
"You're such a horn dog," she said slapping his arm as he laughed
"I'm definitely gonna post this shit," she said laughing at the picture
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It was the next day, they were at work and were set to officially start their storyline with Bray Wyatt
Last week, Bray attacked Randy and told him to keep Grace close otherwise she would be the reincarnation of Sister Abigail and now Randy was set to go through a segment
Grace was backstage at the monitor watching, she hated storylines like this when she had to watch someone she love, be beaten down
"You've got the whole world in your hands Randy, keep a close eye on it, or else it may all come crashing down around you," Bray said
Grace waited till Randy was back in their locker room to check him from injury, his head did hit the ground particularly hard
"I'm fine baby, I'm fine, just a little headache is all," he dismissed, pecking her lips
"Let's head to the hotel, show's almost over, I ain't got no dark matches, neither do you, let's go," he told her and she nodded
Something was going on with him. She didn't know what, but there was something off about her husband, he was giving off the weirdest signals that something was wrong with him, and she made it her duty to find out what
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Falling From Grace
FanfictionWWE Superstar Randy Orton and WWE Diva Grace Taylor have been best friends since they debuted together in 2001. Everyone knew how Grace felt about Randy and vice versa. They both were oblivious though, and when she has a connection with John, will s...