Summary- John Cena's sister visits her brother on the road in hopes of sorting out her life and what she wants to do with it. While there she rekindles her friendship with Randy Orton, but is it just friendship on their minds?
This story is dedicated to Amyvedamarie, I know you're torn in my other story of who you want Max to be, so this is a story, were my OC will be with Randy, I hope you read and enjoy this story as much as you enjoy the other one.
Notes- Smack down and Raw are not split rosters, Smack down does not exit, they are all one big show, Evolution are still together, Rated RKO does not exist and it is Batista and Randy that are in the story line with John and Shawn. Triple H is not injured and will play a major part in the Batista undertaker storyline.
Melina is not the women's champion simply because I do not like her as a wrestler (I do not mean to offend anyone that does like her, I have nothing against her, she just annoys me at times), Trish Stratus and Lita never left the WWE, Trish is the women's champion and has a major rivalry with Melina, Mickie does not have a crush on Trish more on more the one occasion will help Trish out, as Lita helps out Melina.
Johns sister is about 24, im not sure how old the rest of his siblings are, but I think that would make her the youngest or one of the youngest, like I said im not sure, so if any one knows then let me know, cause I want her to be the youngest while sticking close to Randy's age, who by the way in this story will be 25.
As far as I know that's all, If I can think of anything else then ill let you know, or if I get anything wrong then just give me a heads up and I will try and change it.
Disclaimer- If I owned them do you really think I would be doing this? No didn't think so, I would be somewhere else, having a lot more fun, with a hell of a lot of cute superstars, cause who wouldn't want to own John, Randy and the rest of them, this is purely for my enjoyment and hopefully yours to.
So without further a due here is the first chapter to Fatal Clash I hope you all enjoy it
Fatal Clash
John Cena shoved the door to his car closed and hoisted his gym bag onto his shoulder, his other hand coming up to adjust his hat pulling it further down over his eyes. He made sure that the alarm was on his car before making his way over to the arena. He gave a court nod to the security guard at the door, and entered the arena, the blast of air conditioning, doing what a cold shower this morning couldn't, wake him up.
He had been on a four hour flight, had four book signings, fan appearances, radio appearances, and with the release of his new film the Marine his life had become a spiralling mess, he hardly ever had time to himself, he was either in the ring, or out with the fans doing the numerous signings, and with wrestle mania around the corner things were going to get even more hectic. Not that he had minded cause hell he knew what he was getting into when he had signed up for it, he couldn't expect the fans spending all their hard earned money on tickets, standing in line, to see the show with out putting a little effort, so what if he got know sleep or he looked like hell in the morning, this was the job he had signed on for, and he loved it, but it was times like this, when he was working on an hours sleep, that he wished he was anywhere but here.
He chuckled to himself softly and looked up at the door he had come to a stop outside of, John Cena WWE champion, he smiled to himself, he had worked his ass of all his career to get to this, and know he had It, and he still couldn't believe it, it was like some amazing dream, well more like nightmare with everything he had to go through to get it, and then to keep it, the I quite match, the elimination match. He shook his head it might have been a nightmare but it was a nightmare he wouldn't change, he just hoped that he wouldn't lose it at wrestle mania to Shawn Michaels, because if he could beat a legend like Shawn, it meant he could finally silence some of those voices out there that booed him, the ones that said he wasn't good enough to hold the title.
The door swung open banging onto the wall slightly and John winced at the loud noise, he stepped into the room lazily and walked over to the bench, his bag dropping to the floor with a resounding thud, before he to allowed his body to fall into the bench, his head lolling back onto the wall, his eyes fluttering shut, as he allowed his body to relax, his mind to shut down for a few precious seconds of peace before his hectic night began.
The door banged open and he groaned in annoyance, why couldn't he just get a moments of peace, he cracked one eye open slightly his eye taking in the appearance of one of his best friends in the business, Randy Orton, he groaned again, his eye closing, and he sunk further into the bench in hopes, of it swallowing him up, that way maybe he could at least get a moment of much needed and deserved rest.
It wasn't like he wasn't pleased to see his friend, but whenever Randy appeared something happened, something that was sure to rock the foundations of his peace, it wasn't like Randy deliberately brought trouble with him, it just seemed to follow him, like the other day in the hotel, he had been relaxing in the hotel pool, his MP3 played blaring in his ears, when Randy had appeared, a heard of female fans behind him, shouting for his autograph, or how about a month earlier, when he had been relaxing in his hotel room with a DVD, and some of the other superstars when Randy burst in the room asking them to hide him, and then five minuets later a naked women had strolled into the room, security hot on her heels.
So seeing Randy in his locker room his devil smirk planted across his face, John knew nothing good could come of his visit, he gave one last groan of annoyance when he saw that Randy wasn't going any were, and shoved himself from the wall and opened his eyes, removing his hat and looked over at his friend.
"What's up?"
He questioned his voice showing just how tired he was, he could see Randy frown and he rolled his eyes in mild annoyance, now he gets im tired and wanted to be left alone, he thought to himself. Randy hesitantly looked down at his friend wondering whether it was a good idea to ask him what he was going to ask him, but seeing the tired and annoyed look on his face he decided that it was probably a bad idea, so instead he leant his body against the wall, and addressed his friends condition, hoping he would live through the ordeal, after all he knew what John could get like when he was tired as much as he was.
"You all right man? You look like hell" Randy inquired knowing it was a stupid question because it was obvious he was not ok, he had bags under his eyes, and from the looks of things he could hardly keep his eyes open, he's probably coming down with a cold, Randy thought, add to that the stress of being the WWE champ and being in the lime light virtually twenty four hours, well that was surly to drag down even the best of people.
"Yea just tired is all, plus I think im coming down with something" John replied his voice heavy with sleep. It was true he really did think he was coming down with something, his head hurt like he didn't know what, and his throat was beginning to throb, he rolled his shoulders rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.
Randy nodded his head in understanding, the flu had been going around recently and it didn't surprise him that John was coming down with it, hell he was surprised he wasn't coming down with it, but if he knew John like he did, he would have to be at deaths door before anything deterred him from his work, or his loyalty to his fans.
"All right man, just take care of your self" John nodded his head slightly before standing up realizing that he really should be getting ready for tonight's show.
"Yo Orton what did you want any way?" John fired out after his friends retreating form, Randy stopped half way to the door and shook his head slightly before turning back around.
"I err got myself in to trouble with one of the divas, nothing I cant handle my self" Randy said, his trademark smirk falling into place, but what he really wanted to say was im in over my head and I need help, but he didn't. John nodded his head, he knew that Randy was lying could see it in the way his eyes lit up in guilt, but he was too tired to argue and he knew Randy didn't want to trouble him when he really wasn't at his best. He nodded his head in his direction, grateful that Randy understood that he wasn't being an ass; Randy nodded his head again before turning to the door closing it behind him.
John watched as the door shut behind his friend and he sighed tidely, one more night he thought then you've got a whole day to chill. John smiled at the thought and removed his hat, before heading over to his gym bag, tomorrow he could relax, but right now he had a show to get ready for, an audience that he needed to be ready for.
Kathleen Cena shook her head her blonde snaking around her face, she brought up a hand and delicately pushed it back behind her ear, her blue eyes fixed on the screen in front of her, as she watched her brothers match. He was teaming up with Shawn Michaels, to take on Randy Orton and Dave Batista for the world tag team championship belts.
She took in a sharp breath, her hands tightening around the cushion held to her chest, as she watched her brother fall to the floor his head connecting hard with the apron, a perfect cheep shot from Batista, she shook her head in annoyance, her eyes focusing on her brother as he held his head and brought himself back to the apron.
"Come on bro what's a matter with you?" She questioned under her breath as she watched him lock up in the center of the ring with Randy, his movements were slower then normal and it looked like he was having difficulty even staying awake, he's running himself ragged that's why, she thought to herself, as she watched him receive an RKO.
She jumped forward in her chair her eyes once again fixed on the match, her heart beat quickening in her chest.
"Kick out, come on bro kick out" she muttered urgently under her breath, her hands clenching into fists as she counted along with the ref, one, two, bang, Shawn Michaels had interrupted the count, and now it was an all out brawl.
She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding and relaxed back into the chair, her hand coming out to pick up the beer at the side of her. This was her Monday night ritual come home from work, eat dinner then come into the living room with a beer and settle down and watch raw, it was the only way she got to stay close with her eldest brother, that and the constant phone calls, John was the only brother she actually got along with the best.
She watched as he hoisted Randy onto his shoulders for the FU, and as the camera panned in on his face, she once again saw how tired he looked, she shook her head and smiled when the ref hit the three count and handed the titles over to them, their hands raised in victory, but she couldn't help think he didn't look as happy as he should.
So now it was time for the phone call, now it was time to find out what was wrong with her eldest brother, probably just a cold she thought, but she was going to ring and make sure, but in truth she just wanted to hear her brother's voice.
Randy rummaged through his bag looking for his phone which for the last three minuets had been ringing none stop, whoever wanted him it must have been pretty important. At last he found it, fallen in his shoe he gave a small annoyed chuckle and clicked the answer button and put it to his ear with out bothering to check caller id.
"Hello" He questioned opening his car and shoving his bag into the back.
"Well it's about time Randal Keith Orton, I've been trying to reach you for the last three minuets"
Randy rolled his eyes at the overly cheery voice of his best friends sister Kathleen, he had first met the bubbly blonde about a month after meeting John, they had instantly hit it of and they had staid in constant touch since. It had been about a year since he had last seen her, but he had spoken to her every day, and if things went the way he planned, he was going to be seeing her in the holidays.
"Hey Kathleen, what's up?" He said drawing out her full name knowing fall well it would piss her of, and as expected her heard her grumble down the line, before a small feminine laugh floated to his ears.
"Well I was trying to get hold of my dearest brother but he seems to have his phone of" Randy nodded his head; he could hear the concern in her voice.
"Well now I know where I stand" He mocked down the phone, pulling of the im hurt voice. Once again he heard her feminine laughter and he couldn't help the small smile that came over his face, a true proper smile, not his usual smirk, but a smile, that only she seemed to be able to bring out of him.
"Yea he's coming down with a cold, so he switched of his phone so he could get some rest" Randy replied he could just imagine her nodding her head, her feet curled under her body, her head resting on her hand, her eyes a worried gleam as she thought about her brother.
"He's ok right" Randy didn't miss the hint of concern in her voice and he nodded his head slowly, as he leaned back into the car seat.
"Yea, he should be back to being a hundred percent after he has a good couple of days rest"
He could almost here her sigh in relief, and he gave a short nod of his head, he closed his eyes remembering back to the last time he had seen her.
"I should get going, ill see you in a couple of weeks right?" Randy could hear the hope in her voice, and he felt his heart twinge slightly, he never did understand why she affected him so much, she was his best friend's sister, which just hoped to be one of his closest friends.
"You sure will" He could almost imagine the small smile that crept across her face and he smiled in return.
"Randy don't be a stranger ok" Randy nodded his head.
"I won't ill see you in a couple of weeks"
Randy flipped his phone shut and leant his head against the seat, he ran his hand over his face, his thoughts drifting to the women he knew would be in the house all on her own, he shook his head and started the car.
"You certainly will"