I chugged this one out after getting some inspiration while in the middle of English class. Don't ask. Enjoy.

Oh, the disclaimer. Only Matthew is my character.

Matthew felt as if he was losing his voice. In the last hour or so, he had told his life story to his parents; he hadn't even touched the spaghetti and meatballs he had ordered. He retold everything he could remember, from his time in kindergarten up to the moment he ran into Randy.

"I first got curious after I saw Randy on the Titantron. I noticed that he sort of looked like me; at first, I thought it was just a coincidence. It wasn't until his match started that I felt like I had seen or met him before. There was still a match to go, but I dashed out of the main arena looking for some sort of autograph table to meet Randy.

"Then he nearly knocked me over", Randy blurted out.

After a chuckle, Matthew continued. "I started to run around the halls, looking for any sort of line of fans. Passing the restrooms and the concession stands, I ran into somebody with a duffel bag." Matthew looked over at Randy. "Lo and behold, it was him."

"I told Matt the story of what happened to him that day. I kinda laughed when his eyes widened after I mentioned that you fed him a marshmallow, Mom."

"I am crazy about marshmallows", Matthew said. Everyone had a nice laugh as Matthew finally dug into his spaghetti, scarfing it down quickly.

"It must have been the marshmallow talk", joked Bob.

When everyone was finished, the server brought the dessert menus to the table. After quickly scanning his, Matthew was disappointed to find no sort of marshmallow dessert. Everyone ordered something, Matthew settling for a large piece of double chocolate cake. For the first time that night, there was a moment of complete silence.

Of course, it didn't last long.

Randy broke the silence. "Pop, I want Matthew to be my manager."

Everyone looked at Randy, Matthew with a huge smile on his face. Randy knew how much Matthew wanted this. After a second, everyone looked at Bob Orton.

"I thought you might ask something like that, but that wasn't exactly it."

Matthew and Randy looked confused. A thought instantly came to Matt's mind.

"No way..."

"I thought you might want to become a tag team!"

The two brothers looked at each other, jaws to the ground. Randy looked surprised, yet a bit skeptical, while Matthew looked like he has just won a $500 million lottery prize.

"I ... I could become a pro?"

"With some training, I could have you ready anywhere from half a year to a year. Hell, son, you've already got the arms for it!"

Matthew's cheeks got a little red while looking at his guns. His senses were on overload. In one night, he discovered he had a brother, found out that he had been raised for sixteen years by parents who adopted him, met his real parents, and discovered that he may have a future as a professional wrestler.

What a complete and total 180 degree turn.

Five months later ... It's the middle of September. Randy has been drafted to RAW after the brand extension, and Matthew has been at home being trained by his father.

Matthew fell to his knees, exhausted. Seven laps around the local high school track were getting easier every day, but it still felt like he was going to die every time he finished.

"Come on, Matt! I would think this would be cake by now!", yelled his father.

"Its cake alright ... a piece of dry ... crumbly ... stale ... cake ..."

"Well, at least it's getting easier for you. Go take a shower and relax. I think you've had enough for today."

"Dad's right. Crunches, push-ups, windsprints, ring exercises ... I could drop dead any second."

Matthew fell back on the cool grass and caught his breath. If this all led to a piece of WWE gold around his waist one day, he would repeat what he did today forever. Matt closed his eyes, took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself ... and fell asleep. Matt's dad shook his head and grinned.

"He'll learn."

Packing up everything but Matt's backpack, he took off in his truck toward the house.

About 15 minutes passed and Matthew woke up. Immediately sitting up, he surveyed the parking lot and groaned when he didn't see his father's truck.

"Damn it, I hate it when I do that."

Slowly getting to his feet, Matt walked over to his backpack and opened his bottle of water. Although he took a sip or two, Matt drenched himself with the remainder. While looking for his towel, he noticed his cell phone was illuminated.

"A voicemail? From Dad?"

After pressing a few buttons, Matt heard his dad's distraught and concerned voice.

"Matt, it's your brother."

"Uh oh. What the hell happened?" Matt's heart became lodged in his throat.

"He separated his shoulder in a match on RAW last night. He's gonna be out for about nine months. Your mom and I have already left for the hospital he's in. Stay put, keep on your regimen, and don't splurge on anything. We'll be gone for a week or so."

"They just left me here? And Randy's in the hospital? ... That helps my concentration", he said to himself sarcastically. "How the hell am I supposed to stay focused knowing that?"

He decided to call his dad. Ring after ring felt like hour after hour passing. No answer; his dad's voicemail picked up every time. Matt kept trying, but it seemed like his dad had turned off his phone.

"He wouldn't do that to me; he's probably out of range or something's wrong with the service right now."

At least Matthew hoped so.

The following three days were some of the most stressful, both mentally and physically, in Matt's life. He had stayed true to his diet and training regimen, running seven laps, doing sets of push-ups, sit-ups, and all the other "ups" he could think of. Out of anger, Matt even did extra, focusing that energy into his workout. Matt went out and bought a punching bag, punching the hell out of it at every hint of frustration. Every night before going to bed, Matt tried calling his parents, but with no success. On the third night, Matthew couldn't hold it in any longer. He charged the punching bag so hard, the chain snapped off the ceiling. Hungry, he went to fix himself dinner, but started to cry from all the emotion overwhelming his body. Trying to control himself yielded no results. Matthew always had one weakness: the separation of himself from family. It was one of his greatest fears.

Matthew finally got himself to stop shaking, and, after scarfing down his tuna sandwich, he turned on the television to watch that night's RAW. The opening was the same old business, Triple H yapping his mouth about being the Game and how superior he was compared to the whole WWE roster.

"I'd give anything to give him a good fist in the mouth", Matthew muttered out loud.

After HHH was done, Matthew got up to pace around the room. When RAW came back from commercial, Matthew heard what sounded like the theme to a news broadcast.

"That's strange. Did I change the channel accidentally?"

Focusing on the screen, he saw the letters "RNN" appear, along with Randy with a sling on one arm.

"What the hell is this?" Jim Ross read Matthew's mind as he said the exact same thing seconds later.

Bob Orton appeared next to his son, apparently beginning the "Randy News Network". Randy spoke in an extremely arrogant and cocky tone, something Matt had never seen Randy do before.

"He's always been respectful to the fans ..."

Now it seemed like Randy expected that the fans would grovel like servants to a kind over his shoulder injury. Matthew was disgusted and repulsed.

"THIS is why they wouldn't call me back?"

Matthew didn't know if he should be angry or not. He finally found out the status of his brother, but he found out through television instead of a phone call from either Randy or his parents. A sense of rejection overcame Matthew, and he plopped down on the sofa in defeat.

"I am going to kick Randy's ass the next time I see him ... shoulder healed or not."

Deciding to retire for the night early, Matthew missed the segment showing Ric Flair and Triple H watching a video of Batista on SmackDown!, nodding their heads in approval.

Matthew awoke to the sound of glass breaking. He shot up in bed, thinking someone had broken into the house. Shaking his head, he reached over to the nightstand and answered his phone.

"Hello?"

Randy's voice answered. "Hey, bro! What's going ..."

"WHY THE HELL HASN'T SOMEONE ANSWERED MY CALLS?!", Matthew yelled into the phone.

Randy went silent. Matthew could hear someone in the background speaking to Randy.

"I CAN HEAR DAD TOO, RANDY! ANSWER MY QUESTION!"

"We ... we didn't want to let you in on our plan."

"Plan? What plan?"

"Well, you've seen RAW for the last couple of weeks, right? I haven't been getting title shots or anything close to one. So, Dad came up with the idea of RNN to make some enemies and get some attention ... and who better to anger than the fans, bro?"

"Well, you sure succeeded at pissing off one of your fans."

"Why wasn't I told about this?"

"You know you can't keep a secret! You jump around like a little kid whenever you find out something new!"

This didn't help things. Matt's heart rate only accelerated. "You don't know how worried I was about you! I broke down crying last night!"

"Suck it up, kid. You're seventeen years old. Grow up."

Matthew became infuriated. Hanging up immediately, he threw the phone against the wall and sat there, breathing heavily. Randy had made some enemies; Matthew was one of them. This was a complete turnaround from the demeanor Randy had with him normally. Deciding to blow off steam, Matt decided to go running early. Ten laps seemed good.

Returning from the high school track and the local gym, Matthew walked down the street towards his house. Matt's body was sore as hell, but he was too angry to notice.

"A can of tuna sounds really good right now."

Turning into the driveway, Matthew froze when he saw his family arriving at the front door. Sure enough, Randy had a sling over his arm. He wanted to charge in and tackle Randy, beat him senseless, let him know how he left his brother at the end of his wit. He didn't get a chance to; his mother saw him in the driveway and waved.

Showing a little smile, Matthew sped up the driveway to meet his family.

"I'd give you a hug, Mom, but I don't think you'd want sweat all over you." Matthew glanced at his father, then stood toe to toe with Randy, looking up at him straight in the eye. His parents looked at each other; the look on Matthew's face was downright horrific. Seconds passed.

Then Matthew gave Randy the biggest hug since he had that night in San Antonio. "I'm glad you're okay."

Randy winced in pain, but embraced Matt back with his one good arm.

"It's nice to see ya, Matt."

"Just don't pull something like that again."

Matthew turned to his father and gave him the same embrace.

"Now, son, I think you're gonna like this piece of news. You're gonna have your WWE tryout match next week on SmackDown."

Matthew jumped incredibly high, screaming at the top of his lungs. Randy moved back just in case Matt backed into him, but he couldn't help but smile for his little brother. After Matthew calmed down and stopped bouncing around, he asked his father one question.

"Who am I going up against? Its not Hardcore Holly, is it?" Matthew remembered how hard Randy's match was against Holly.

"Heh, you got lucky. Its one of their new guys over on SmackDown. You'll be going up against John Cena."

Matt reeled back at the news.

"He was the one who almost defeated Kurt Angle on his WWE debut."

Randy spoke up. "He's got nothing on you, Matt. You'll be competing with the big boys after next week."

Matthew smiled uneasily. He certainly had his work cut out for him.

As everyone walked in, Matthew muttered to himself, "I don't even have a finisher yet."

Matthew does a little soul searching before he goes up against Cena. What will he pick as his signature move and what will he name it? Will Matthew be successful against Cena?

That was an awesome RAW, by the way. I freaked out more than once.

Read and review, please. This one's my favorite so far.