The Phantom and The Lass Kicker
This is my very first Wrestling fanfic, so please be nice.
AU that probably didn't exist. Becky Lynch/OC. Good!Vince.
I don't own anyone but my OC, Riley Rorke aka Ghost Maverick, who is based on Call of Duty: Ghosts: another franchise I don't own.
I'm not sure if this is still a fanfiction because I just took ideas from other fanfics:
To Be a Champion by Bluepaint 27 (Skull masks are awesome, okay!)
The Path of Jason Evans by ThePurpleArcher24
Adrian Watts, the rewrite by Uzumaki of authority
WWE Resident Punisher by xXxShonxXx (Cuz who the hell doesn't like Becky Lynch?)
The Submission Master by KirantheRey
Deadman's Daughter by CrayCrayTay2 (You probably know where this is going)
I'm too lazy to write in weights, or any dates for that matter.
And Riley's face claim? Just imagine Grant Gustin with a slight British accent
Chapter 1: The FNG
"Welcome to Friday Night Smackdown!" Michael Cole announced. "Today is a special day because today is the debut of a mysterious new competitor who Vince claims to be so great he doesn't have to go to NXT!"
"I heard this guy trained under Stone Cold, Sting, and a few other wrestlers." Jerry "The King" Lawler added.
"Let's see if he's as good as Vince says he is." JBL finished, still as negative as ever.
A catchy dance music suddenly plays as Fandango starts dancing on the Smackdown stage along with Layla.
"This match is scheduled for a one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by Layla, from Westbrook, Maine, Fandango!" Lilian announced.
He continues his dancing until he was finally at the center of the ring, holding a mic. Layla, meanwhile, stayed outside.
"Look, I don't care who's this new guy, so just send him out already!" he demanded.
He was heard. The lights went out and Psycho by Muse started playing. The Titantron showed a guy driving a motorcycle at the camera in the middle of a red mist, and when the drum part started, the image slowly turns into a mysterious man in a fabric skull mask. Red lights shone on the stage to reveal Fandango's opponent.
It was a man wearing the same skull mask. He wore what looked like a spiked leather jacket, a black shirt with white tribal designs underneath, all black militaristic pants, MMA gloves, and biker boots. He slowly walks to the ring while smacking his own right fist with his left hand. He continues to stare at Fandango with his cold brown eyes.
"Woah! He looks like he came out of Call of Duty!" Cole remarked.
"And his opponent," Lilian started again. "from Austin, Texas, introducing...Ghost Maverick!"
"Even his name sounds like he's from Call of Duty!" King agreed.
"He looks like a thug!" JBL added.
Meanwhile, from the catering,
"Who is that guy?" Sasha Banks asked the nearest Diva, which was Becky Lynch.
"No clue." she replied. "This lad's like the Undertaker's biker version done right."
No one else was in the catering with them other than New Day and the Usos.
Ghost got into the ring, threw his jacket away, pointed at Fandango, and gave him a thumbs down as he got into a fighting position.
The bell is rung.
Fandango charged in first, which was a bad move. Ghost tripped him with a Drop Toe Hold. Fandango lands face first on the floor. Ghost follows up with a jumping elbow to the dancing Superstar's back.
"The new guy is making a fool out of Fandango!" JBL announced.
Fandango gets back up and he locks up with Ghost, who suddenly transitions to a Muay Thai clinch.
"Is that a Muay Thai clinch?" Cole asked.
"Yeah it is, and I think I know what he's gonna do next!" King added.
He was right. Ghost suddenly hit Fandango in the face with a knee strike, then releases the clinch after another knee strike to the head.
"There's the rookie with two hard knee strikes." Cole announced.
Fandango looks stunned. When Ghost was about to grab him, the dancer nails a Russian Leg Sweep on him. Right as the rookie got up, Fandango Super Kicks him in the face, knocking him down.
"So much for Ghost taking control of the match." King sighed.
"At least he's not making a fool of himself." JBL said.
Fandango starts dancing around again as Layla cheered him on. He goes to the top of the nearest post and raises his hands up as the fans cheered him on as well.
"Is he going for the Last Dance?" Cole asked.
"You bet he is, Cole!" King replied.
"He should be focusing on his opponent," JBL advised. "because Maverick's up again!"
Ghost just did a kip up and quickly lunged at the corner Fandango was on. The rookie pulled his opponent's legs apart right as he noticed him. Fandango landed on the post...groin first. The crowd went nuts, no pun intended.
"This ain't a dance, lad." The FNG reminded him.
"Now that is gonna hurt!" King admitted.
The dancer remained on the post, holding his unborn babies as Ghost quickly got to the top rope, and sets up a Frankensteiner that sent Fandango crashing to the mat.
"Frankensteiner from the rookie, Ghost Maverick!" Cole announced.
"Can Fandango recover?" King wondered.
Ghost quickly gets up and hooks a leg.
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Fandango kicks out. Ghost pulls him up and puts him in another MT clinch.
"Here we go again! Ghost with an MT Clinch on Fandango!" Cole said.
The rookie assaulted the dancer with more knee strikes to his face before ending it with a fifth knee. Fandango was still standing, but was seeing stars.
Ghost smirked underneath his mask. He makes a pistol with his right hand and pretends to shoot two bullets before running to his left. Rebounding off the ropes as Fandango recovered, the rookie nails a Shining Wizard to his face. Ghost wasn't done just yet. He quickly grabs the back of Fandango's head and hits a Stone Cold Stunner.
"Stone Cold Stunner! Haven't seen that in a long time!" Cole said again.
"This kid really is something." King added.
As Fandango landed on the mat, Ghost quickly went for the pin.
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DING DING DING
"And here is your winner by pinfall: Ghost Maverick!" Lilian announced.
Ghost got his hand raised by the ref. Despite his win, his eyes remained cold. He just looks at Fandango, who was being tended to by Layla. Ignoring how she felt, the rookie leaves the ring, puts his jacket back on, and goes up the ramp towards backstage. Ghost also takes off his mask as he walks up the ramp, revealing his slick black hair and somewhat handsome yet scarred face.
The Boss and the Lass Kicker both had their jaws on the ground (or on the table).
"That Ghost Maverick guy just destroyed Fandango." Sasha muttered.
"He's..." Becky started. Sasha noticed that she was just staring at Ghost.
"Hot?"
"Wha...no!"
Ghost walked down the hall as he placed his skull mask in his jacket's pocket. The looks on everyone's faces were priceless! Ghost sat alone in the locker room, staring at the floor, reminiscing about his past.
His real name was Riley Logan Rorke, and boy did he have such a rough childhood.
Riley was practically a fox among wolves, an orphan among privileged children. No one liked him, not even the jerkbag couple that adopted him. He felt like some kind of male Cinderella that could never meet his Princess.
No friends meant living hell for Riley.
One day, a young Riley was walking back home from school, all alone with a couple of bruises and scars, when he met Mercedes Varnado, the girl that would become Sasha Banks. Unlike other kids, she was willing to be friends with him.
Sadly, that was only for a couple of days. Mercedes and her family moved out, and he never heard from her since,
until he found out about her being in the WWE.
The British-American was broken out of his thoughts when none other than Shane-O-Mac entered the locker room.
"Congratulations on your first match and win, Ghost." he said.
"Thanks, lad."
The two men shook hands as the Smackdown manager sat next to him.
"I never knew why Vince brought you here in the first place. Care to explain?" he asked.
Riley just answered back with, "That will be a story for another time, Mr. McMahon."
"Well, I suggest you get well acquainted with the others. Call it a task from me."
"Really now?" Riley stood up as he said that.
"It's better if you travelled to where the next show is with someone from the roster."
Riley got all of his stuff placed in two duffel bags and prepared to move out. He began to wonder if he really needed the "travel to the next show with another Superstar" thing. It did feel like a task from the Smackdown manager, alright.
But who would travel with someone as mysterious as him?
He decided that the answer will be found somewhere around the parking lot.
Would he get Mercede...Sasha, to travel around with him?
If he's lucky, maybe Dean Ambrose or John Cena will travel with him.
Anyway, Riley was already at the parking area and he found his heavy duty pick up truck. He also had a motorcycle tied up on the flatbed, complete with tarp to cover it all up.
He was like a vagabond stuck in the middle of hostile territory in his childhood. By the time he grew up, he was prepared for anything. His truck was practically a makeshift garage.
Right as he loaded up his duffel bags, he heard footsteps.
Acting on instinct, he turned around and got into a fighting position, but his arms and jaw dropped because of who he saw.
It was a beautiful woman, either his age or a little older but probably the latter, with fiery orange hair. She was wearing a green and white hoodie with jeans and Nike's. She was also carrying bags of her own.
Riley was clearly smitten by her, but he quickly hides it, trying to look professional.
"Sorry...can I help you, lass?" he asked her.
"Hi. Shane told me that you needed someone to accompany you. I volunteered straight away." she replied.
"I...didn't get your name."
"Rebecca Quin, also known as Becky Lynch." she introduced herself. "What's yours, Ghost Maverick?"
Riley was in a tough situation right now, but he's been through worse things.
"Riley Logan Rorke. I'm surprised someone like you is willing to interact with the FNG." he introduced himself.
"FNG?"
"Freaking New Guy."
"Oh. Anyway, can I ride along with you, lad?" Rebecca asked him.
"Depends. You heading to the next show?" Riley asked back.
"Yeah."
"Okay, just pack your bags somewhere and we're good to go, lass."
As Rebecca loaded her bags on the flatbed, Riley thought that deep down, this girl will be the death of him.