Disclaimer: I don't own anything regarding the WWE, wrestlers and all. Vince McMahon owns the whole enchilada and the wrestlers pretty much own themselves. Because we all know, owning someone else is considered slavery and slavery is wrong.

What a great way to start off the month of July! It is the exciting and triumphant return of T-Money! Did you miss me? Sorry for not being able to write anything for the past couple of months. I have been busy with other aspects of my life, one of which is school. But it is Fourth of July weekend, so I decided to start back up on writing.

What can I tell you about this fic o' mine? Well, this was inspired by those close-knit friendships that a lot of people had growing up. For me, I had a great group of friends back in high school that I always hung out with during my senior year. Well I graduated three years ago and I keep in contact with just one of them now. I was also inspired by a couple of movies. One of them being "Crossroads," starring Britney Spears (Yeah that one! I didn't really like it but it is Britney after all. And I mean pre-K-Fed, the better one).

This story of mine is about six best friends, unique in their own way, finishing high school and deciding to take a summer road trip together before they go their separate ways. Watch and read as they experience adventure, love and good fun. I hope you all enjoy, ya heard?

THE BROTHERHOOD

Prologue: A Promise Among Friends

It was the summer of 1995 in a small Missouri town where six best friends were at their neighborhood park.

This group of friends recently finished the third grade, on their way into the fourth grade. These friends have been so ever since preschool, always playing and hanging out with one another. They had other friends but what they had with each other was special.

It was almost 6:00 p.m. and they each had to be home in time for dinner. Tonight was a special occasion for the group, as they were commemorating their friendship with a life-long pact.

One of the boys had short sandy-blond hair and hazel eyes. He wore a blue t-shirt with a gray wolf on the front and black shorts on with black sneakers. The boy in question unzipped his backpack and brought out a cigar box, a piece of paper and a box of crayons.

"Okay guys, let's each pick a color and sign it," said an 8-year-old Paul Levesque next to a hole by one of the many oak trees at the park, which was dug minutes earlier.

"I want red," said Chris Irvine, who had a brighter shade of blond hair with blue eyes. He had on a black Motley Crue t-shirt, baggy pants and sandals.

Paul handed Chris a red crayon, and proceeded to write his name at the bottom of the paper.

The next person to grab a crayon was Randy Orton. He had shaggy dark-brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a red collar shirt, short jeans and blue and white sneakers. He grabbed the blue crayon and wrote his name alongside Chris'.

"What color do you want, John?" Paul asked his other friend.

"Since Randy took blue, I guess I'll take navy blue," said John Cena. He, like Randy, had blue eyes and dark-brown hair. Only his hair was covered by a Boston Red Sox cap on backwards. In addition, he wore a black t-shirt and red shorts with white sneakers.

As John finished, Adam Copeland spoke up as he grabbed a silver crayon to write his name, "It was real cool of your dad to write this up for us, Paul." Adam had shaggy blond hair with green eyes. He had a green shirt with the Tasmanian Devil on the front with gray shorts and sandals.

"Yeah, I told him that I wanted to do something to seal our friendship, and he suggested that we sign this and bury it like a time capsule."

Dave Bautista grabbed a green crayon and signed after Adam. He had black hair and brown eyes. He stood out from the others due to his Filipino and Greek heritage. He had on a white shirt with a blue and silver dragon on the front and black shorts with blue sneakers.

When Dave finished, Paul grabbed an aqua-green crayon and wrote his name along with the others at the bottom of the page.

When he finished, he read out loud what was written. "This document declares that from this day forward, Paul L., Chris I., John C., Randy O., Dave B. and Adam C. are pals, brothers and best friends for life."

"Cool," exclaimed John. "And then when we're all old and stuff, we can come back here and dig it up and see how much we changed."

"Can you imagine what that will be like?" Randy nodded. "Who knows how different we'll be when we do come by to dig it up?"

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting hungry," Chris said. "Can we bury this so I can go home and eat?"

"Ok, but before we do," Paul said.

With that, he went into his backpack and brought out a small Polaroid picture of them together at a random birthday party where they were all smiling at the camera. He placed it and the paper into the cigar box, which itself was placed in the hole deep enough so no one else could come along and unearth it. Afterwards, the six friends buried dirt over the box.

"Well, I guess that's it," Paul said as he dusted his hands.

Dave said, "Seemed easy to me."

With that, the boys made their way over to where their bikes were.

"I think we have enough time to clean up before we eat," Chris said. "I didn't expect to get so dirty from this."

"No kidding," John agreed. "My mom won't even let me near the dinner table if I come in looking like this."

Paul laughed, "I hear that."

They climbed onto their bikes and said their respective good-byes.

As they each peddled home, neither of them knew what the future held. But one thing was certain: what they had with each other was everlasting.

TO BE CONTINUED

So that takes care of the prologue. Sorry if it isn't really up to par with my usual works, but I tried to get it out the best way I can. Also, I apologize if it is a little short but I wanted to have the first part be about when they were younger and more innocent. The next part will deal with them as teenagers. So go ahead and send in your reviews as they are greatly appreciated.

Peace!