I don't own any WWE/Divas in this story. It is all my creative writing that is taking place and its also fictional. I do not own any songs in this story.
Roman Reigns/OC
Warnings: Sexual Content, Language, Violence.
"1..2..3!" The bell rung loudly as the crowd booed.
"Here is your winner, Randy Orton!" Justin Roberts announced.
Randy Orton won his match against Dolph Ziggler tonight on RAW. He was the face of the WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment). He was cocky, arrogant and ruthless as he had always been, within his character. With the Authority by his side, he knew he had everything in the palm of his hand. He didn't give a damn who stood in his way. He was going to be in the Money In The Bank PPV this coming Sunday and it would only be a matter of time before he was once again crowned the WWE World Heavy Weight Championship.
He didn't get his fair rematch because he was in the feud with Daniel Bryan and with the Shield and Evolution, but now that the Shield were broken up, he would be back on the path to getting what belonged to him.
He went backstage, shared a few words with Hunter about his chances increasing at the Pay Per View. Even though Randy realized that if he won, someone would be liable to cash in on him with the briefcase as there would be TWO ladder matches. So he had to defend the title no matter what when he would win this upcoming Sunday.
Traveling as a WWE superstar was not easy, but this was the dream he wanted and he has worked too hard to let this slip and go by. He worked too hard to give that up. He was the Viper, the Legend Killer as some would still call him. He was Randy Orton: The Face of the WWE.
He went to his dressing room and as he opened it, he could see his sister, Rayne, sitting in the chair on her laptop. They both looked up at the same time, smiling at each other.
Rayne was 24 years old, had long dark brown hair and she had creamy light skin that was often tanned due to the sun..or at least whenever she had the chance to go out, which was rarely. She was white mixed with Filipino. She had heavy set C cup breasts, a petite frame with thick thighs and long legs. She also had light hazel eyes as well. Randy and Rayne looked so different that people didn't really believe that they were brother and sister.
It was the truth: They were not, at least not by blood.
Rayne was adopted into the family when she was 9 years old. Randy didn't really like the fact that someone else was coming into the family and liked the attention for himself. His parents though, wanted another baby and Mrs. Orton was sterile, so they decided to adopt. So every chance he had, he would make sure that he would make Rayne's life a living hell. He could remember all the cruel things he had done to her, with the pranks and embarrassing her in high school with his friends and being a complete jackass, making her cry and never helping her when it came to people bullying her or making fun of her. She was known as the creep, disgusting, and the weirdo who should just die.
It was funny, seeing as how she didn't let any of it get to her though. Her mom had always told her that no matter what people say about you, the only opinion you should ever worry about is yourself and sweet Lord above. She was a normal kid with a weird personality, but wasn't everyone unique in their own way? Even with Randy treating her like scum, she still loved and cared about him. She believed it was because she was an only child at the time
Her mom had no choice but to give her up, for her safety. Her dad was going to kill them and her mom had to do everything she could to protect her and her baby. She wasn't sure where her mom was now, but Rayne would pray every night that she was safe.
Anyway, Randy was popular in high school with playing different sports and the fact that he was a ladies man. Rayne was just a wallflower in the background. Even with his parents wanting him to treat Rayne nicely, he would always disrespect them and continue to be the ignorant asshole to her.
However, one night changed everything between them and the family.
Randy was making out with some busty blonde girl in the woods near the cemetery where it was quiet and the moon was shining bright among the dark clouds that were passing by. He was just about to have sex with her, but then it turned out that it was a set up by the girl because Randy decided to dump her for another one. She was stalking him and madly in love with him, but Randy wasn't ready for a fully committed relationship. So in that turning point, the girl had her boyfriend and his friends go over to beat him up, bruising him badly so they would have the energy to do the next step: Hang him and have him killed.
Coincidentally, Rayne was walking through the cemetery, loving the peace and quiet it brought on. She didn't disturb the dead as they were sleeping but she would sit on the grass, letting the wind caress her, blowing through her hair as she would softly hum, hearing the sounds of an Owl, and a few crickets here and there. It was then that she heard some shouting and yelling and she rushed over there quietly, sneaking behind a tree.
Her eyes widened in horror as she saw what they were doing to Randy. They each had baseball bats and they were using their fists, beating him as he was starting to get too weak to even get up. He would try to fight them but there was so much that you could do when it was 4 against 1 with one girl laughing manically.
Rayne went over to them, trying to get them off of Randy.
"Stop it! Leave him alone!" She screamed to them. "Stop hurting him!"
The guys chuckled at her as the girl rolled her eyes.
"Aww well look here? Isn't this your weirdo sister? The freak?" One guy laughed. "Well, why don't we show you what we do to freaks, you bitch?"
Before the guy came a little closer, Rayne kicked him right in the balls, making him fall over, but the other two held her by the arms, as the girl picked up the baseball bat. Randy was getting up as he was coughing up blood.
"No..Stop it.." Rayne said, her eyes filled with tears. The guy who had his balls kicked in, went up to Rayne to punch her right in the face. Her head felt dizzy.
"Now..you are going to stand there..and watch your brother get his ass kicked by a girl." They all laughed as the girl would beat Randy on his back with the baseball bat. "Now as for me, you seem pretty tasty. I always did like a girl who was willing to put out."
She tried to fight out of the struggle with the two muscular guys but they were too strong as they made fun of her and Randy, with Randy getting his ass handed to him and she kept getting several punches in the face, breaking her nose and giving her a black eye.
It was then Rayne's mind started to fade off, her whole body started to shake and her vision was getting dizzy. Her eyes started to glow into an bright orange color, as her head was starting to feel hotter and hotter to the point where the guy no longer punched her.
A large rock was then struck upside his head, knocking the side of his head, cracking it as he would fall to the ground, blood pouring out from the side of his head, his skull cracking inside probably. Needless to say, he was dead.
Everyone freaked out as the guys dropped Rayne. But Rayne wasn't done yet. Her eyes still glowed as she focused on the baseball bat, with enough force to spear the girl right through her stomach, as the girl fell on the ground, the baseball bat sticking out of her. The girl didn't run far enough but it didn't matter as more blood poured out of her stomach from the force of the baseball bat.
The guys still ran through the cemetery as Rayne slowly stalked them. She wasn't thinking at all, but more so at the fact that they hurt her brother. Family was everything to her and she would be damned if she let them get away with it.
As the guys ran across the street, she could see a truck coming close. She focused on the truck as the driver would lose control and would crash right into them, running them over. It was then that she passed out on the ground. All her and Randy could remember was that the truck started to blow up in flames as they would spread around the vehicle and the bodes.
Rayne's nose was bleeding but the one thing she did see before she blacked out was Randy calling for her. He would slowly crawl over to her, turning her over slowly. Rayne could see his face bruised badly as she would gently touch his cheek, before her hand was moved from his face, her eyes closing in as Randy watched the flames from the truck that crashed into the guys and everything else that happened.
Randy picked up Rayne as he stumbled from his injuries, carrying her out of the cemetery and into his car, going straight home.
Their parents were still out of town for another day for a vacation so Rayne was surprised that when she woke up, her head was in Randy's lap in her room. The bruises on his face still clear as day.
She tried to sit up, her face in horror from seeing his body in so much pain but Randy stopped her.
"No..No sis. Just lay down. You need some rest. We'll talk in a few minutes." He told her, stroking her long brown hair. She sighed, closing her eyes, as she felt herself calming down. She just prayed that she hoped that Randy thought it was a freak accident or something or that he was too unconscious to even see what she had done.
But unknown to her, Randy saw everything...he didn't think it was possible..but he saw it all before his eyes.
"Randy...I can explain.."
"Please, Rayne don't say anything ok?" He sounded concerned.
He sat her up as she cried, seeing his face. All he did was smirk though.
"I can heal up quickly, it's no big deal. Are you ok.." He stroked her cheek. She nodded slowly, her headache worse than before. She felt like she was drained but Randy held her in his arms, kissing the top of her head.
"Rayne..I am so sorry.."
"For being a complete douche?" She whispered to which they softly laughed.
"For everything..thank you for saving me.." He told her.
"H-How are we going to explain this to-"
"We're not. This has to stay between us..forever. Its my turn to protect you now."
Rayne softly cried, her heart leaping, seeing that Randy accepted her as his sister...
...
Rayne put her laptop down on the dresser and hugged Randy Orton as he smiled, hugging her.
"Easy. My shoulder hurts like fuck." He chuckled, groaning in pain as he grabbed the icepack. "I'll have to head down to the trainer's room soon."
"Well, you did put on one hell of a match." She smiled. "I'll be making sure to upload the pictures."
After the years went by, and with Randy's encouragement, Rayne signed up for the WWE to be a photographer. She was in charge with capturing the pictures during the matches of RAW and Smackdown, even if Smackdown was recorded on Tuesday. She was started off as a rookie but she was doing one hell of a good job. She didn't get any complaints from the Mcmahons and Triple HHH. Scripted wise, she hated the Authority but she loved that Randy was winning his matches and just being the badass that he was.
Randy was making sure she lived a private life. Well, practically being her bodyguard at every turning point. Ever since that night, nothing was the same. The thing about it was, as soon as Randy graduated from high school and so did Rayne, they left their city with not a phone call or a email or even a letter to their parents. Randy simply told them, he's ok and she's ok. That what he was doing was only going to protect the family.
They moved to Tampa, Florida and to this day, as their lives went on, Randy went to train for the WWE as Rayne would take online classes to become a photographer. She had gotten her bachelor's degree and then she used it to get the career she wanted. She loved wrestling. When her mom was still around, she would always watch it with her..well before everything changed for her and now she has the new life with different surroundings.
Anyways, back in the dressing room, she had sent an email out to Stephanie and Vince, letting them know that the photos were being processed and that they would be uploaded to the WWE. She still had more to take care of but so far things were moving just a little bit slow.
Rayne kept a low profile when she signed up for the WWE. She just gave the WWE management her resume and she had to lie to them about what city she was from, with Randy vouching for her. It took some time but they were able to hire her.
She had a small apartment and lived by herself but her brother kept a very close eye on her, always watching over her. He even made sure that she didn't come out of the dressing room at all. No one can talk to her or try to get to know anything about her. It was for her safety and theirs as well.
Some people thought she was stuck up because she didn't say a word or say hello when others talked to her. Randy was always near her, being the protective big brother that he was.
"Listen, I have a segment to do and then we can grab some lunch: You and me before we head back to the hotel for some rest. I know you need it more than I do? Are you ok?" He asked, worried.
Rayne shook her head and smiled warmly. "I'm ok Randy. I'm not made of glass. I can handle myself, I promise you that."
"Ok, well excuse me for being the big brother."
"In this case, no longer being a dickhead of brother." She stood up to kiss his cheek. "Now, hurry and do your segment, the commercial won't be on for long."
"Alright. I'll be back." He playfully punched her in the arm as she threw a ball at him. He left the room as he went to go to the segment. Rayne worked on the rest of the photos to make sure they would be up on the site. She yawned as she drank the rest of the water from her bottle as she continued typing.
She did feel lonely, not talking to anyone else except her brother and she hated that people thought she was stuck up. Hell, she couldn't even talk with her foster parents. But she knew it was best. She didn't want to hurt anyone else..not again.
They were back at the hotel a few hours later, getting as much sleep as possible. RAW was really tiring them out. Randy slept on the couch while Rayne took the bed in the other room, while also making sure the door was closed. They both agreed that it was best. Rayne didn't even feel safe traveling on the road but this was her job and she couldn't abandon her job just because she was..different.
Randy heard screaming coming from the other room and he ran in and tried to open the door but it was locked. He banged on it.
"Rayne! Rayne, open the door!" He yelled. "Open the door now!"
He banged on the door more than once and then he pushed it open, seeing different objects flying.
This meant that Rayne was having a nightmare.
Things were flying around but nothing major. However, it was still deadly.
Rayne was tossing and turning around, blood was coughing from her mouth and from her nose. Randy had no choice but to shake her.
"Rayne! Wake up, wake up!" He shook her firmly, trying to get her to stop as their shoes and clothes were throwing around, along with the furniture of the TV and Dresser shaking enough for it to almost fall over.
Rayne was able to wake up, gasping. The objects that were in the air dropped to the floor as a few things crashed.
"it-It's happening again! I-I I can't stop it!" She was thrashing all over the bed but Randy held her tightly as Randy went to the bathroom to get a warm wet washcloth to wipe the blood from her mouth and from her nose. He turned on the light, helping her.
She felt like crying again. This was the third time she's had this nightmare and it just wouldn't go away. Because of her emotions, her telekinesis was going off as well.
"Listen, it's ok. We just need to-"
"No! There is no other way, Randal. You don't have a choice." Rayne got up, pacing back and forth running a hand through her hair. She pulled out a switchblade that she has always kept with her for protection, just in case anything happened.
She handed Randy the knife.
"Just end it Randy. I can't do this..please..kill me. Just kill me."
Authors Notes: REVIEW PLEASE. I know the first chapter is a little boring but it will get better in time, pinky promise. :-)