Hello Guys! I'm Jade, and this is the first story I have written for the WWE Universe, so play nice. I have written 1 other fanfic (for Harry Potter) which has got mainly positive feedback, so I hope you enjoy this one! I am not 100% familiar with the characters and their backgrounds in WWE, so any mistakes are all mine and I would appreciate it if you would let me know about them so I can fix them.
I have not yet decided if this story is going be slash or not. If it is, it will be Randy/Sheamus or something. But just incase, if it's not your ship, get off and swim.
There is some elements of male/male partnerships in this chapter, it's nothing near graphic (it's between Cody/Zack) so if you don't like that kind of thing, then you probably shouldn't read any furthur. But anyway.


Shoot to Kill: Chapter One

Chanting. Screaming. Cheering.

The bright lights of the Arena blared down onto the exposed back of the pale figure standing in the center of the ring. Sweat dripped like water down the person's arms, forehead, legs, back, body. He was faintly aware of the crowd in front of him, but all that seemed to blend into a canvas of colour. He looked down at the belt held in his hand, before looking at the vulnerable body of Daniel Bryan who lay on the edge of the ring where he'd left him; bleeding from his mouth and clutching his head.

He was the new World Heavyweight Champion.

But he didn't know what to do. Should he, scream, cry, laugh, die? Probably not the last one, he thought sarcastically. He blinked rapidly instead, making sure that this wasn't a dream he was in, as he couldn't believe he'd won a title nobody thought he could.

So he smiled.

He smiled at the crowd as their chants became louder, 'Sheamus! Sheamus!' echoing around the large Arena; tormenting Bryan but pleasing himself. Deep down he knew he should feel sorry for Daniel, but he didn't. He couldn't bring himself to. This was his moment now. He wondered what the boy's reaction would be backstage. A majority didn't believe he'd be able to do it. Only John Cena and Morrison, Cody, Zack and Randy thought he stood a chance.

They were right.

He stood up on the second rope of the ring and hit his torso 3 times, before spreading his arms out in his signature move, then raising them up again with the title in his hands above him. He threw his head back and laughed; a loud laugh that echoed in his ears. He was actually proud of himself for once. He hadn't felt like this way for a long time. He laughed again, just because he could.

Then there was a bang.

He could have sworn it took him a few moments to realize the change of the mood in the audience. The chanting had turned to screaming. Not screams of awe or happiness, but ones of terror and horror. He looked confused. He scrambled down to the floor of the ring, clutching the top rope whilst his other hand moved on instinct to his stomach. He was aware of Daniel watching him in shock, concern etched on his features as the Referees pulled him away from the ring. He saw some of the members of the audience crying and he wanted to go to them, ask them what was wrong and make them okay again.

Something wet. Blood.

He felt it seep through his fingers and for the first time in his life Stephen felt scared. He began to process what had happened and he thought he was going to die. He choked back the tears that swam behind his eyes and threatened to fall as he turned his attention to the stage. Randy. Randy was running towards him with such speed that Stephen wondered why he wasn't already here yet. Stephen stumbled to the edge of the ring, his blood leaving drips on the floor. Randy flew over the top rope and towards him, grabbing Stephen before forcing him to sit down again. He didn't protest. So he settled in Randy's lap and reminded himself that he was going to kick his ass when he got better again. His vision began to cloud and he began to feel sleepy which confused him, because he'd gotten 11 hours sleep the night before.

He didn't like it.

Stephen had read about what it was like to be shot, about how you saw your life flash before your eyes and the whole world went black whilst you remembered every mistake you'd made in your life, and how you'd never be able to say sorry to the people you love for all the things you'd done wrong. He felt Randy press down on his stomach and he cried out in pain, trying to push the man's hand off of him. Randy wasn't giving up though and continued to put pressure on Stephen's large gash. His pale skin was smeared with the red liquid and the smell of iron made him feel nauseous. He felt Randy's hand again.

Didn't he see it was hurting him?

He could have sworn he heard the sound of the ambulance sirens but then he remembered he was in an Arena full of hysterical fans screaming to him, although they were being cleared out in rows. Both John's looked distraught as they looked up at the Ginger haired man from the bottom of the ring, and Zack was talking to the Referee to find out what the hell was going on. Cody hid behind Zack with his fingers entwined with his, with tears falling rapidly. Stephen wanted to reach out to the younger man, but as he was currently sitting in the lap of one Randy Orton that would have proved to be quite difficult.

He began to panic.

What he read in the stories was becoming true, with black spots appearing and his head beginning to pound. He clutched Randy's hand as he watched John come over, gently running his fingers through his hair whilst he rocked back and forth. He could hear things like 'you'll be fine' and 'it's going to be okay'. But then he felt tired. He was even more scared than before. He mumbled about feeling sleepy, and Randy's grip tightened on him as Stephen heard him mumble 'don't you fucking dare'.

He didn't know what to do.

Should he scream, cry, laugh, die?

Probably the last one, he thought.


This chapter is so short, but let me know if you think I should continue it or not. Constructive criticism is welcome, and anything you have to say will be appreciated! Please review, it takes seconds and your input is so helpful you wouldn't believe!