Ying to My Yang
By: Rozalynn Gallant
Chapter One
As the hours pass on my clock, I had hoped my parents would come into my bedroom
and say "We were just kidding around, honey. You're not really going to work
alongside your brother" in a sweet and kind way. But, I was dead wrong. I knew
working with my brother in the WWE meant nothing but trouble in my already
crazy, fucked up life. I had just finished highschool and was looking for work,
when my parents brought up the most CRAZIEST ideas ever to have graced our good,
green earth: "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you apply for a job in the WWE?"
said my mom.
"But that's where my brother works"
"I know you two don't always get along but this could help you two work on your
relationship" said my dad, WWE Hall Of Famer 'Cowboy' Bob Orton. Yep. 'Orton'.
So if you want me to explain the puzzle to you; I AM Bob Orton's daughter. So,
in retrospect, that means that yes, Randall Keith Orton, or Randy Orton, is my
brother. Shocking right? Yeah, sometimes I question how I am related to Randall
at all. I mean, he's a hothead. I'm chill. He's overprotective, I'm not. He's
manipulative, I'm not. His style of this mean, tough looking guy in the ring
doesn't mean that I'm like that. I'm not mean at all. I'm nice, I'm a tomboy,
I'm a punk, I'm a nerd, and I'm athletic. Shocking huh? Oh wait, you probably
want to know my name, huh? Well, my name is Skylar Devin Orton. I, alongside my
brother, am a 3rd generation wrestler. Even though wrestling is in my blood, I
haven't tried it to the fullest extent. My friends say I should because I kick
serious ass, but I didn't think much of it. So, at 4:30, I heard my brother's
car pull up, I cringed because the last time me and him talked, it ended in
disater. We had the biggest fight in both of our existances. I finished packing
my stuff in my dufflebag, when I heard "You ready?"
I turned around and I saw Randy. He was wearing his RKO tshirt, baby blue jeans,
and black sneakers. His blue eyes were piercing through my soul once we made eye
contact. If I knew my brother, I knew that I was screwed. I combed through my
long, straight, brown hair and I grabbed my dufflebag and I said "Yeah". He
looked at me, and he saw what I was wearing. I was wearing a black New Nexus
shirt, ripped skinny jeans, and black converse sneakers. I gave him a weird
look, then I looked at my shirt. I looked bacl at him and said "What's wrong
with my shirt?"
He shook his head and he said "Just get in the damn car, Skylar"
I rolled my eyes and I walked up to the car and I got in the car. I threw my bag
in the back seat and I saw Randall and our parents talking. I shook my head. Why
they were making me do this is mindboggeling to me. Then, I saw Randall walking
to the car. I buckled in my seat belt as he got in the car. He closed the door
and he put his seatbelt on. Then he started the car and we drove off. As we were
driving, I saw the scenery pass by. I immediatly threw on my headphones and i
started listening to my music. Then I fell asleep. A few hours later, I woke up
with a blanket around me and I saw that we were pulling up to an arena. I looked
at Randall and he smiled at me as he said "Morning Sky". I smiled. He never
called me that in forever. Then I stretched out and yawned. He got out and he
grabbed my bag from the back seat. I got out and i still had the blanket wrapped
around me. He put his arm around me as we walked into the building. Then we
walked in as we met the Head of Talent. She smiled at me as she shook my hand.
She basically told me what was expected of me as a WWE Diva. Then, she saw my
hair. "Think you can dye it black?"
I looked at Randy and he looked at me. "Can you see me with black hair?"
"Hmm. Well it couldn't hurt to try right?"
"Can I add highlights with it?"
She looked at my hair and she said "Black with red highlights?"
I smiled and I said "Sure". Then, me and Randy walked over to his lockerroom and
he opened the door for me. I smiled and I walked in and I sat down on the couch.