After reading all the great fics here, I decided to write my own. This is my first story. Hope you enjoy it. I don't own anyone besides my original character.

Randy Orton stood behind the SmackDown! entrance, waiting for his music to hit. This would be his debut match on WWE programming, going up against Hardcore Holly, and Randy knew that Hardcore loathed rookies. Randy's heart was beating rapidly; the idea of getting his ass handed to him in front of thousands of people in the arena and millions watching at home made him anxious. Even though his dream was about to be fulfilled, there was something missing in his heart … something that hasn't been there for sixteen years. Before stepping out, he looked up towards the sky and thought to himself, with a tear in his eye … "This is for you. Wherever you are."

Matthew Pryce stood in the front row, staring at the ticket stubs he won in a radio contest. He hadn't watched the WWE in a year. He had lost interest after starting high school, but had become a passionate fan again, watching Monday Night Raw and SmackDown! every week and buying all the pay-per-views he could. Because classes were getting close to ending, Matthew picked up the old habit, and turned on the television on Monday and Thursday nights again. While listening to the radio while jumping on his trampoline outside, Matthew found out about a contest to give away a couple of tickets to the SmackDown! taping happening in town that week.

"Come on … come on … pick up, pick up, pick up!"

It kept returning a busy signal. Matthew's heart kept sinking, but he decided to hit the redial button one more time. To his amazement, it started to ring.

"That one last try paid off", Matthew thought to himself. The sound of the SmackDown! theme song made him jump, and Matthew smiled. Instead of sitting on the couch at home, he was sitting right by the ring.

Randy strutted down the aisle to the ring, looking at Hardcore Holly the whole time. He didn't realize someone in the crowd looking directly at him with his mouth wide open. Matthew took one look at him and felt like he had seen him before. Randy was impressive in his opening bout, so Matthew thought. Hardcore and Randy went back and forth, momentum shifting several times in the match. Even though Matthew had never heard of Randy, he cheered for him like he did for Stone Cold Steve Austin back in the day. Seizing an opportunity, Randy quickly used his finisher and picked up his first win. Although Matthew enjoyed the rest of the night, he sat there dumbfounded.

"…that guy looks just like me."

Something clicked during the main event of the night.

"I am going to meet Randy Orton."

Matthew decided to leave ringside and search for the autograph table. After making his way through the crowd, he entered the outside halls and frantically looked around for any sort of table. He started to jog around, forgetting to look in front of himself, when he smacked into someone carrying a duffel bag. Matthew hastily muttered an apology, but froze in place after looking at the man's face.

Randy was walking out of the locker room towards his car. His match with Hardcore Holly left him wanting to get back to his hotel room and fall face first into his bed. Randy stole a quick look at his watch, not paying attention to the blur coming towards him. The collision caused Randy to drop his duffel bag and stumble back a bit.

"Watch where the hell you're going!"

"Oh jeez … I'm sorry … I wasn't watchi…"

Matthew and Randy locked eyes. They stared at each other for what seemed like an hour. Matthew got the first chance to look over Randy more closely, while Randy was in awe on how this he and this kid looked so much alike.

"He can't be more than 16 or 17 years old……"

Matthew stumbled around to find the right words. "Could … Randy … I mean, Mr. Orton …"

"Who … who are you?"

"My … my name … is …"

Randy took a deep breath and decided to take a shot in the dark. "… Matthew?"

Matthew's eyes widened and his jaw dropped to the ground. "... how do you know?"

"How old are you?"

Matthew had a puzzled look on his face. "What the hell is going on? … Seventeen."

Randy cracked a big smile, and he started to breathe again. "Matthew, I don't expect you to believe this. Hell, you could downright laugh if you want." He pulled out his wallet from one of the pockets in his bag, thumbed through it for a picture, and showed it to Matthew.

Matthew looked down at a picture of a young Randy Orton, smiling and hugging who seemed to be his baby brother. The baby couldn't have been more than a year old.

"That's ... that's me. "

I know it was short, but let me know how good … or bad ... it is.