A Dark Nightmare Revisited: Ryan's Secret
Author's Notes: This is a little side story also based on the Greater Power storyline of Spring 1999. This story is from Ryan Shamrock's POV. If you don't remember Ryan, she was involved with Val Venis for a short time, and was a member of PMS (Pretty Mean Sisters) for several months. But she was also known for being sacrificed by the Undertaker on the April 5th Raw as a message to Vince and Stephanie McMahon.
This ties into my story, A Dark Nightmare Revisited. There are several scenes of non-consensual sex acts, so trigger warnings do apply here.
That Damn Disclaimer: I do not know or own Ryan Shamrock, Shane McMahon, Ken Shamrock, the Undertaker, or any other WWE Superstar that appears in this story. They are the property of World Wrestling Entertainment. This is complete fiction and I will not be making any money from this writing.
A Dark Nightmare Revisited: Ryan's Secret
Prologue
Hi there. My name is Ryan Shamrock. I'm the younger sister of Ken Shamrock, legendary Ultimate Fighter, and former WWE Intercontinental and Tag Team Champion.
You may have seen me on WWF (Now known as WWE) TV back in 1999. When you last saw me, I was part of PMS (Pretty Mean Sisters) along with Terri and Jacqueline. Yes, I was pretty mean back then. All 3 of us were. Who could blame us? We were tired of being screwed over by some of the men in the WWF, so we got revenge on them by humiliating them.
However, we couldn't humiliate all of them.
In my case, the damage had already been done, and it was too late to do anything about it.
If you watched WWE regularly in 1999, then you know of a man called the Undertaker. You also remember that he led a group called the Ministry of Darkness.
But most importantly, you know that he had kidnapped me and sacrificed me as a message to Vince and Stephanie McMahon, the latter whom he wanted to "come home" for some reason.
As you know, my brother saved me the next week, with the help of Mick Foley, aka Mankind.
But there's always more to the story than what you see on TV.
What I'm about to share with you is something I've kept inside of me for a very long time, and now I feel I should tell my story. It's very tragic, yet it taught me some very important lessons. 1. Be careful who you trust with your life, and 2. Your world can change in the blink of an eye.
Part One-Trusting The Wrong Person
On March 29, 1999, the same night my brother rescued Stephanie from the Ministry of Darkness, my life was falling apart.
I had just been dumped again, this time by Goldust and the Blue Meanie. I was so upset. I just sat in the womens' dressing room, absolutely angry at the world. I just packed my stuff, swearing under my breath, ready to swear off men altogether.
As I was making my way through the arena halls, I bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're going, you jerk!" I yelled. I looked up to see Shane McMahon in front of me.
"Whoa! Who pissed you off?"
"Like you care."
"Hey, I do care, O.K.? I'm a co-owner of the WWF, and I have the right to care about all of the WWF Superstars. With that being said, are you all right?"
"If you must know, no, I'm not."
"Come on." He said as he took my hand. "Let's go somewhere and talk."
I pulled my hand away. "Maybe I don't feel like talking."
"Trust me. You need to let some of that anger out. I'm a big boy. I can take it."
"Maybe. But you've had a long night yourself. I mean, with Stephanie being kidnapped by the Undertaker and all. I'm sure you just want to go home and-"
"Hey, it's no problem. I want to help. After all, your brother found her. It's only fair that I get to know you better."
I actually smiled. Maybe he's all right. He and his father have taken good care of Kenny so far. What could it hurt?
"O.K." I say.
So we went in his rented Mercury Grand Marquis to a Denny's nearby and we talked for a long time, about our families and our roles in the WWF.
After he paid for our dinner, we drove to our hotel. But before we went our separate ways, I felt I had to thank him.
"Shane, thank you so much. I really needed this."
"No problem. I'm just glad I caught you before you took your anger out on an innocent bystander."
"Yeah, well...I didn't mean to-"
"Hey, it's cool. I know tensions are high lately, and I just want to help where I can."
"Thanks. Hey, you and your father have got to focus on Stephanie now, trying to protect her from the Undertaker."
"I know. It's going to be tough, but I know if anyone can do it, we can."
"You'd better. He is not joking around."
"Well, you have a good night, Miss Shamrock." He said, gently kissing my hand. "I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot more of each other pretty soon."
"Who knows? We just might."
I bid him good night, got out of the car and walked to the front door. I turned around and gave him a smile and a wave. To my surprise, he gave one right back.
O.K. I figured this was going somewhere.
I went up to my room and settled in. As I put on my nightshirt, my cell phone rang. It was my brother, Ken.
"Hey, Kenny."
"Hey, little sister. I heard what happened with you and the Blue Meanie. I just wanted to check in on you and see how things are going."
"I'm fine. Really."
"Good. Where are you at?"
"I just got to my hotel room and I'm now settling in for the night."
"Just now? Where have you been?"
"Oh, I just had a late dinner with a new friend."
"O.K. Be careful. I don't want you getting your heart broken again."
"I know. Me either."
We talked for a few more minutes, then we said good night. My last thought before I feel asleep was of Shane and how nice he was to me. I was a little surprised that he'd approached me. We hadn't said much to each other before, so this was unexpected. Whatever. I had a good feeling about Shane. I was so sure he wouldn't treat me like all the others.
Boy, was I wrong.