Hiya This is my first time writing a WWE fic, and I've also just started watching it again recently after like, 5 years. So if I get something wrong, please forgive me, and corrections are appreciated, but don't flame me for it... if you don't like the story, fine, click the little back button and then it's gone from your life forever... And I know it's OOC to make John Cena have the whole 'overprotective big brother' thing going on, butI thought it was sweet.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, although I wish I owned Randy Orton. The only person I own is Melody.
Melody Cena glared at the bouncer, her long dark hair falling into her face.
"Come on, let me in! My brother wrestles here! He just got me a contract!" she snapped, crossing her arms.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard it all before sweetheart," he said, rolling his eyes and looking down his nose at her.
"He's John Cena! I'll show you my ID! Damn you!" she pouted.
"Uh-huh. You kids can get street fakes anywhere. Get outta here, little girl," he sighed, turning to ignore her.
"What the fuck's your deal?" she asked him pointedly, trying to look intimidating.
"Hey, what's the problem here?" a deep voice from behind her said.
"J.C.!" Melody said happily, turning around and jumping on him.
"Cena, you know this kid?" the bouncer asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah Mikey, she's my baby sister... didn't she tell you?" he asked, cocking his head.
"Yeah, well... you can't expect me to believe every kid that comes here saying they're related to you..." Mikey muttered, looking down and stepping to the side. Melody stuck her tongue out and followed John in.
"How's it hangin', Mel?" he asked while they walked down the hallway to the buffet.
"Meh, it's okay. Hey,aren't you supposed to be on Raw? Why here on Smackdown? Not that I mind, but..." she questioned him distractedly, looking around in wonder.
"They switched me over a few weeks ago because... well, I'm actually not too sure... But I'm not complaining. At least I don't have to deal with Angle anymore," he said.
"God, I hate that little prick..." Mel groaned, causing John to laugh.
"Well, here we go kid. Ready to meet the guys?" he asked, tousling her hair and chuckling.
"Ready as I'll ever be... And don't call me kid! I'm only 5 years younger than you!" she growled, before grinning and running into the catering room. "Helloooo... people!" she announced, striking a pose. All conversation stopped and everyone turned to look at her.
"Wow girl, you really know how to make an entrance," John remarked, walking in to stand beside her.
"I know, I managed to silence them all in the first 5 seconds of seeing them..." she said proudly, dropping her pose.
"Y'all, this is my baby sister Melody, or Mel. Somehow, probably through bribes, she got a contract here-" Mel punched him in the arm at this, "okay, fine, through me... and she's joined our ranks... Kinda. It'll take a while to get there, kid. And I promise, she's not as crazy as she seems at first, so don't judge her by your first impression..." John finished his little intro and went to sit down with Randy Orton, Batista, Rey Mysterio, and Scotty 2 Hotty, Mel following him.
"Dude, she's hot," Matt Hardy said playfully, earning a light punch from John. Mel inspected herself. Her dark brown hair was wavy, falling around her shoulders, matching her deep brown eyes perfectly. She was wearing a black baby tee that said "You Can't See Me" that she stole from a box in her brother's closet from his merchandising, baggy black cargo pants, and black and white DCs. She shrugged and smiled at him, earning a whistle.
"Randy, you got another match against the 'Taker tonight?" John asked, stuffing a piece of pepperoni pizza into his mouth.
"Very attractive... Hopefully Melody didn't learn her table manners from you. Anyway, yeah, hardcore match, main event," Randy said, stretching and reaching for a bottle of water.
"Can I watch at ringside?" Mel asked eagerly, her eyes growing big.
"Mel, hardcore matches are dangerous..." John said uneasily.
"Come oooooooon, J.C., pleeeeeeease?" she begged.
"I'll make sure she doesn't get hurt," Randy vowed, looking at her and winking.
"A'ight. Be careful with my baby sister, boy. She gets hurt, all the blame's going to you," John said, growing laid-back again.
Later that night, Randy was waiting for his music to cue him with Mel leaning against the wall beside him.
"You know, the song you chose is awesome," she said, glancing at him.
"Thanks. And you're beautiful," he told her, winking. Before she could say anything, Randy's song started blasting. He walked out, and Mel ran out after him. Instead of trying to look hot, like most of the other Divas did, she just walked beside him, looking around her in awe. The fans were screaming, the lights blaring, and everything was so... real. "...Randy Orton! Accompanied by... Melody Cena!" the announcer said into the mic, making Mel's heartbeat quicken. She had waited all her life to hear her name spoken by the announcer, having everyone cheer for her. Once her and Randy were in the ring, he picked up a mic. "Before we start tonight, there's someone very special I'd like to introduce to you all. Newly joining us from West Newberry, Massachusetts, I'm proud to announce the arrival of the lovely Melody Cena, sister of John Cena," he said, lifting her up onto his shoulder. She blushed and giggled, before shooting her arms up into the air and screaming "Yeah!" Randy was turning around so she could see everything, before the arena went dark and the Undertaker's music sounded, interrupting everything. Randy set her down and she went scampering out of the ring, over to stand ringside in front of the announce table. She knew the match wouldn't last long; hardcore matches quickly took their toll. The 'Taker slid into the ring and picked up a mic.
"Randy Orton... You're in for a meeting with death... Not tonight... Not next week... I'll get you when you least expect it..." he snarled into the mic, looking piercingly at Mel. She shuddered; The Undertaker was freaky.
"Look, 'Taker. There's no way you're going to get me. I've tried to kill you countless times, and you're not gonna be the one who's gonna go down. The Legend Killer is stalking his next victim, and he's going to get it," Randy said confidently, tossing the mic out of the ring. Mel caught it, and 'Taker lunged at Randy. Randy dodged him, stepping to the side before running at him and punching him in the back of the head. While Undertaker was woozy, Randy flipped over the ropes and searched under the ring, quickly finding a 2x4. He dove back in and took it to the back of Undertaker's head. He tried to hit him again, but 'Taker grabbed it out of Randy's hand and smashed it into his back. Mel decided she'd try to be useful, and started looking under the ring. She grabbed a sledgehammer and hid it behind her back, so the Undertaker wouldn't see it. Randy turned to look at her, lying on the mat, and she quickly handed it off to him. While the Undertaker had his back turned, thinking Randy would be out for a few seconds, Randy took his opportunity and whacked the Undertaker in the back with the sledgehammer. When the Undertaker fell, Randy hit him again and flipped him over, pinning him and grabbing the victory. Something didn't feel right to Mel though. It was just too easy. Randy was busy celebrating his victory, and motioning for Mel to come up and celebrate with him. She shook her head, pointing behind him to the Undertaker, who was slowly rising up. The shocked look on her face must have given something away, because he looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened. He slid under the ropes, grabbed her hand, and ran up the ramp. Mel jumped on his back, riding piggyback up to the top of the ramp. When they reached relative safety, Randy turned around, looking at the Undertaker. There was evil in his eyes, but it didn't seem like he was going to go after them. Mel hopped down, and Randy grabbed her hand and raised both their arms. Mel smiled and celebrated victory, but inside, something was worrying her.
They walked into the guy's locker room together, where John, Matt, Scotty, Rey, and Batista had been watching the match. They looked up when the door opened, and Matt's eyes widened when he saw Mel. "Mel, you're not supposed to be in here..." John said wearily. "Shh, stop being overprotective, I'll be fine J.C.," she said, hugging him and jumping up and down. "The match was sooooo cool!"John chuckled.
"Never as exciting the first time. Never forget it, kid."
"Stop calling me kid," she sniffed. He grinned and pulled her into a headlock.
"Y'all, let's go out to dinner and celebrate," Matt said, and everyone got up.
"I'll be right there, I gotta grab my stuff," Mel told them, walking over to her bag.
"Hey, how'd that get in here?" John asked, surprised.
"You brought it here, genius..." she said, searching through her bag. "Go ahead, I'll be out in a sec." "A'ight. Randy, you coming?"
"I have to put clothes on... I'm not gonna go out with these tight-ass shorts on..." he pointed out. John blinked, frowned, then walked toward the door.
"Okay... see you two in a bit," he said slowly, giving Randy a look that clearly said 'don't fuck around with her' before walking out.
Mel was searching for something to wear that night, and she started humming. Randy recognized the song as his entrance theme. He pulled on black Dickies pants and a blue button up shirt, and looked over at her. She pulled out something to wear and turned around to go change in the bathroom. She was spacing out, and walked right into Randy, who was behind her.
"Hi Randy," she said, looking up at him and smiling.
"Umm... thanks for your help earlier... in the match... you know..." he said, seeming nervous.
"Oh... no problem," she said, tilting his head up and looking into his eyes. They stood there for a moment, staring at each other, before Randy leaned down and kissed her. It only lasted a few seconds, but to them it seemed like ages. When they stopped, Mel stood up and shook her head, breathless. "I guess we should... go meet up with them then..." she breathed, dazed.
"Yeah," Randy agreed quietly, waiting for her to get changed, then leading her out to the parking lot where their limo was waiting.
"God, y'all took forever..." John grumbled, eyeing them suspiciously.
"Excuuuuuse me, J.C., but I have to look not tonight," Mel said indignantly. She had changed into a sparkly pink tubetop with silver swirls, a black miniskirt, and white and silver Etnies for the required touch of skater. Her hair hung loose and free, and her arms were loaded with silver bangles. John raised an eyebrow, then shook his head in defeat.
"Very... chic. A'ight then, get in the car." He gestured towards the stretch limo across the parking lot. Dinner was code for hit the clubs. It was one of those rare occasions where RAW and Smackdown were in the same city for the week, so they all planned to go clubbing Friday night after Smackdown. Dave, Matt, John, Rey, Randy, and Mel all climbed into John's limo; everyone else was getting their own ride. The club, Viper Lounge, was only a few streets away, so they were there fast. Thankfully, the only people there were the Superstars and people who didn't really know-nor gave a damn-who they were. Mel ran off to the bar, and mostly everyone else ran off to do their own thing, leaving Randy and Dave to decide what to do. Randy was gawking at Mel, and Dave caught him at it.
"John's not gonna be too happy if you start messing around with his sister, you know... You should probably watch your back," Dave cautioned, waving a hand in front of Randy's face to bring him out of his little world.
"What?" Yeah, whatever man, I know what I'm doing," he said, waving Dave's concerns off. Dave chuckled.
"Try not to break her heart at least, playa." Randy wrinkled his nose.
"Don't turn into Coach on me...besides, there's more to her than a nice ass. I'm not looking for a fuck 'n flee. She's... different."
"Oh, I've heard that before. Good luck then, boy," Dave laughed, pulling out his phone and going outside to call his wife. Randy went to the bar.
"Wanna dance?" he asked Mel, sliding half onto the bar in a cheesy way. Mel laughed.
"Sure." She hopped down from the bar, and Randy took her hand and led her o the dance floor. She pictured herself back in middle school, at those stupid dances where you weren't supposed to grind but everybody did. Right when she was starting to let loose and have fun, Melina slinked up beside them.
"Mind of I cut in?" she purred, not waiting for an answer and pushing herself on Randy. She was dressed worse than a hooker, in nothing but a lime green bikini, fishnet tights, and knee-high hooker boots.
"I do, actually. Back off whore," Mel interrupted, pushing her away. Randy came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, and Mel smiled sweetly but triumphantly.
"Why don't you go find your friend Batista, Melody. I'm sure he'll be eager to better aquaint himself with you," she hissed. She was attempting to sue Dave for raping her, but nobody believed her bullshit. Even though almost everyone was against her, she stuck to her claims.
"Maybe some other time. But I heard Mark Henry's looking for you. Maybe you two can have a sweet li'l love connection, just like him and that old chick he knocked up years ago," Mel snapped. Randy laughed, causing Melina to glare at her.
"You'll get it, bitch," she growled, before disappearing into the crowd.
"God, she's a bitch," Mel commented, and resumed dancing with Randy. He nodded in agreement, shrugging off what Melina had said and enjoying the feeling of Mel's body against his.
Okay, that's all for now! Next update, more on 'Taker's evil plans, and Melina starts to unleash her "wrath". It might take me a while though... I'm really busy with school a lot, and other stuff, but I'll try to get the next update in ASAP.
-Rose 3
