TITLE: Randy's Monologue
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
CATEGORY: Angst
SUB-CATEGORY: General
RATING: R for language, content, and adult nature.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you might receive.
GENRE: Wrestling (WWE), Supernatural Cross Over. WILD SHIT.
CAST: Randy Orton (As well as a few created characters to be introduced later), The stars of the WWE (RAW & Smackdown various) Mainly the McMahon's, John Cena, Adam Copeland, and a couple created characters. More to be explained later.

STORY OVERVIEW/SUMMARY: Everyone thinks it's easy to be a third generation superstar, accomplishing everything you ever dreamed of. Not so much for Randy Orton. Wrestling was always in his blood, no matter what he had planned to do in other walks of life. With his grandfather and father's legacy in the squared circle, it was only inevitable that one day, Randy would follow in their footsteps. Low and behold, the inevitable came to pass.

He made a quick rise to success after joining the force known as "Evolution", with Triple H, Ric Flair, and Batista. Many believed it was because Randy was under Triple H, but Randy believed different. It was in him to become a succession in the WWE - he had to do something.

But he subcame to a strange realization that things weren't as they seemed in the organization. It went farther back than his father, than his grandfather, into the very depths that the sports entertainment empire was built on. The McMahon Lineage. He found out the hard way about this, after being attacked in Boston by an un-named person. Thing. Randy was changing, and so was his times, but what did that say for the man who never would have been pegged as anything more than an arrogant upstart, with nothing to show for it?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own much, save for Anastasia Copeland. In this story, she's Adam Copeland's (Edge) twin sister. As well, as Marlena Storm - who is just a character of mine. (You'll see her purpose later) Trista Lynn Orton is credit to my best friend Candace. Angel Fury is credit to my close friend Angel. Nikita Rose is credit to me, as well, for the small portion she's in it. All of this story is obviously fiction. And of course, none of these people are REALLY in the whole dark realm, thing. Could you imagine? I'd be first in line for John Cena! XD! Side Note: The prologue of this story is for the McMahon Lineage. There's a lot of inside looks and so on, that you need to know. See, aren't I considerate? ;; Anyway… Enjoy the story. I know I'm going to enjoy writing it. How could I not:-D

Chapter One: Family Ties, All Hope Dies

The Orton's were always a close knit family. About as close knit as a wrestling family could be. With his grandfather, Bob Orton, father, Bob Orton Jr., mother Elaine, and baby sister Trista Lynn Orton, it was hard for Randy to find any closure on his life. He was always expected to follow in his father and grandfather's footsteps, into becoming an omega of wrestling, even perhaps surpassing the already legendary Orton status.

What could he really do?

Randy was always close to his father, so clearly looked up to him and all he had accomplished in wrestling. But as close as he was to his father, he was closer to his sister Trista. They were only 9 and a half months apart in age, a rather off coincidence really, for the Orton family to have two children under the age of two at that point in time. It made things difficult, but at the same time interesting.

He was your typical older brother, in the aspect of protection, and wanting to shield his 'baby sister' from the trouble of boys, bullies, and professors at school. Randy never let Trista out of his sight away from home, for any given amount of time. Trista Lynn was his pride and joy. He always wanted the best for her, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness to see hers done. For the most part, that was how it actually went.

Randy himself, didn't date much. Instead, he spent time with his friends, making sure Trista and her friends were safe. Whenever someone would comment about his sister being attractive, they'd get a fist in the teeth from Randy. He made many a trip to the Principal's office in his schooling career, and even ended up suspended in 11th grade for nearly breaking the boys varsity basketball captain's nose. He decided to try and feel up Trista in the hallway. Bad idea.

It was like that all through high school, until he went off and did his own thing, and Trista did hers. She went to college, while he was working toward accomplishing his wrestling aspirations. Many things pointed Randy in the direction he needed to go to achieve his ambitions, and once his break came, he took it.

Did that break up things with Trista, though? Not even close. In fact, the only thing it really did was bring the Orton kids closer. Trista traveled with Randy after two years in college, as he was just trying to get his name out. The name "Orton" seemed to make it easier for Randy, mostly because of his grandfather and father. But Randy didn't want that legacy. He wanted to make his own, if anything. It was hardest for him when the opportunity for the WWE came up. Randy was working on his own, but was continuously compared to his father. That annoyed Randy deep down. He wanted people to notice HIS talent, HIS actions, HIS impending success. But did it happen? Not at first. In fact, it took a while.

Things for Randy started to get easier once he was in the WWE, and on WWE Raw in the Evolution Angle. Randy was supposed to travel mostly with his team mates, to get to know them (Team mates being Ric Flair, Dave Batista, and Paul Hunter Levesque) but who did Randy prefer traveling with? His sister Trista. Some said they were too close, but Randy just made it a point that Trista, was his baby sister, and his best friend.

Randy was also good friends with a man named Adam Copeland. WWE's Edge. But his best friend in the company, was Smackdown!'s John Cena. Those two traveled together when Randy was on Smackdown, John exchanged training tips with Randy, and they just overall clicked. There was no denying, that Trista was accepted by all of Randy's co-worker friends, but when Shane McMahon started showing real interest in his baby sister, that didn't fold well.

It didn't bother Randy, it downright pissed him off. It wasn't a matter of not trusting Shane, it was a matter, of Shane being the son of the boss. It was a matter, of Shane being recently divorced. (According to PR records, and open documentation) It was a matter, of Randy not knowing him very well. He knew Trista had been hurt once, when she was in college, and he couldn't protect her then. But here, he could. And he would. Or at least he'd try.

It started a little bit of conflict between Trista and Randy, when Trista started liking Shane. She constantly reminded Randy she was old enough to make her own decisions, but Randy tried to make his case clear. He wasn't sure if he trusted Shane with his sister. Trista wouldn't listen to Randy's reason, she thought he was out in left field, out of his mind, and wasn't giving Shane his rightful respect.

The first fight, ever, between the Orton siblings came backstage at a Boston event. In his locker room at the Fleet Center, Randy was getting ready for his match as he and Trista were talking. She explained how Shane asked her out, how Shane asked if she would give him a chance to make her happy, and Trista without thinking twice, said yes. Whether in spite of her over-protective brother, or because she wanted to. Randy took offense to it.

"It's because he's a McMahon, isn't it?" Randy asked, as Trista looked shocked.

"What! No! It's because I LIKE him, Randy. What part of that can't you understand? What part of, Shane is a great guy can't you understand?"

"The 'great' part." Randy said coldly. "He's spoiled conclusively rotten. His record is horrible." Randy paused, before chuckling. "That's why you like him. That's GOTTA be it…"

"Excuse me!" Trista exclaimed, "You don't know anything about me, do you Randy? Do you even CARE if I'm happy? Do you?"

"What an absolutely stupid question…" he snapped. "Your happiness is ALL I've ever cared about. I've rarely cared about anything else, except my own career. I don't give a fuck if you don't believe it, but it's the truth. And if you can't understand that, Trist, then I don't know what to say except go frolic with the McMahon Empire's residential bastard."

Trista seemed offended by the ending comment, so offended, that she just turned, walking out of Randy's locker room. He was furious, but more specifically he was worried about her safety. He was hardly lying when he said all he cared about was her and her happiness. He had never even had a serious relationship himself before, because all he focused on was keeping his baby sister protected and safe. Maybe he should have considered letting go. Give it up. She was too stubborn to give a damn anymore. When she was younger she appreciated it, but now?

The show went on as planned, and Randy was able to pull off his heel persona better than before that night. Perhaps because all his anger, and hurt was playing a part in his gimmick. He didn't feel better about himself, though, as he was leaving the Fleet Center, dressed in a black suit, his bag over his shoulder. He unbuttoned his suit jacket a bit, adjusting the white dress shirt and loosening the black tie he wore around his neck. He was approached by a raven haired beauty, dressed in a tight black and red corset dress, a pair of fishnet stockings, black heeled boots, and a black silk body scarf around her shoulders and across her chest. Randy gave her the once over, as she approached him, her cat green eyes glistening a bit as she looked at him.

"Wow, I can't believe it's really you…" The sultry splendor said, in awe, as Randy smiled softly.

"Can't believe it's me?" He questioned, "What's so good about that?"

"You're Randy Orton…" she said, almost anxiously, as she extended her hand. "I'm Nikita Rose."

"Nikita Rose… what a beautiful name." Randy said, shaking her hand with a smile, but then turned it, placing a gentle kiss on her hand as well. "Although, the luster massively fails in comparison to it's holder."

"How sweet…" She said with a light blush to her ivory face, which caused Randy to clandestinely smirk. It was more of him hiding it than anything. "I was waiting out here in hope to meet you. I was wondering if I could possibly get your autograph…"

"Of course." He said, pulling a sharpie from his jacket pocket. "What would you like me to sign?"

"This, if you would." She replied, holding out a 'Legend Killer Tour' tee-shirt. She smiled softly, as she looked up at him, for approximately 5 foot 4 in height. "I bought it tonight in hopes that I could meet you."

"Well, it's lucky I came out when I did." He said, as he proceeded to sign 'Nikita, it was a pleasure to meet you. Take care, signed your legend killer - Randy Orton', and handed it back to her. "I'm just happy I could take a few minutes to talk to a fan."

"Your biggest fan." She corrected him quietly with a giggle. "I've followed your career since OVW, if that's not too weird…"

"No, actually it's flattering when someone appreciates what you do. At least that's something I believe." Randy said, "I think that's very cool."

"Oh, great." Nikita said with a shy smile, "I didn't want to freak you out or anything, I've just been trying forever to get an opportunity to meet you. I feel like everything is complete now in my life - you know? It's strange. I've felt so attached to you all these years, it's like meeting a long time friend all over again. It's that same feeling."

"I'm glad I could make you happy. Even if a little." Randy told her, as Nikita chuckled a bit.

"A little? Randy, you've made me the happiest woman on the planet, just for signing my shirt and talking to me. You've made me feel so special in just the past few moments. I appreciate it so much."

Nikita kissed Randy's cheek - perhaps a bold move, but Randy didn't object. In fact he just smiled in return of her notion. He gave her a hug, but before she turned to walk away, she looked back at Randy. She felt a little, perhaps, shy - in what she wanted to ask Randy, but he encouraged her to go ahead. She asked if she could give him a real kiss, opposed to the cheek, and Randy seemed just a little shocked. So maybe that was too forward. He shrugged, momentarily, before actually okaying it. He was never asked before, so he found that respectful. He couldn't really say no to her, after all, it's not like he wanted to.

But Nikita's kiss turned into something a little heated outside of the cool weathered Fleet Center. Randy felt horrible that he felt his hands traveling over the sweltering, seductive diva in front of him, but she just moved closer to him, pressing her body against him as they leaned against one of the walls of the center. Her kiss moved to his neck, and Randy let out a pleasured murmur, as he closed his eyes, leaning his head back.

"Damn, Nikita…" Randy said quietly, as her hands continued to travel over his hard body, slowly unbuttoning a few of his jacket buttons.

"You want more? May I?" She asked seductively, and Randy merely nodded.

Nikita continued to rub up against Randy, a smirk on her face as she watched his every reaction. Some shy fan, she was a freak waiting to be unleashed! Randy's acceptance to her advances, set her loose, and within minutes - Randy was under this vixen's control. If only he knew in advanced how deadly that would be…

Nikita smirked to herself as she tilted Randy's head to the side, and with fangs extracted, bit deeply into the copper toned legend killer's throat. Randy let out a shocked, surprised gasp, as Nikita refused to release him. She wanted to taste his crimson life, and was doing so without any signs of stopping. Randy felt his body slipping beneath her grasp, but this woman was strong enough to hold his two hundred and forty-five pound body beneath her delicate fingers.

But something stopped Nikita from going any further. A voice ripping through the silence behind the Fleet Center. Randy could barely keep his eyes open any more, and Nikita released him. She stepped away from him, and took off running when she heard footsteps coming closer, and a growl. She didn't want to be seen at the scene of this, it would have been devastating! But then again, this, Nikita Rose, assumed something about the WWE -- something about a dark secret. If only she knew how right she was. This girl was a vampire, and by instinct, she assumed others were in this organization. If Randy lived to tell about this, she'd know it was true.

The one who found Randy, was Adam Copeland. Edge.

"Randy!" Adam shrieked, as Randy was too weak to even look up. Adam was scared as he propped Randy's head up on his jacket, feeling his forehead, and the side of his face. He was going cold, and the figure, had vanished in almost a flash when a growling Adam showed up. "Randy stay awake, come on!"

Immediately, Adam pulled out his cell phone. He was going to ask Shane to bring Randy into the family. He was dying right before Adam's eyes. Adam could not only feel it, but smell it, taste it, and he didn't enjoy that feeling. Getting a hold of Shane, Shane actually demanded Adam to take the deed. To do it for the family.

Wasting little time, he put his lips to Randy's neck, and bit down into his tender flesh. There wasn't much blood left, to be honest, but he only needed a little. He then sliced his wrist with his long, black painted fingernail, and put his wrist to Randy's lips.

"Randy, drink it…"

At first, Randy struggled away from it. Until the blood touched his lips. Randy began drinking, before long, he was entranced by the taste, and began hungrily feasting on the liquid, crimson life that poured into his expiring body. His body began to quiver, taking it's last steps into death, but he didn't die. His body sat straight up, and he looked at Adam, his blue eyes crystalline, staring up at his saving grace.

"Randy…" Adam said, putting his hand on his friend's face.

"What did you do to me…?" Randy asked, as Adam put his head down.

"I couldn't let you die."

"What happened? Where am I? What am I?" Randy asked, as Adam took a voluntary breath, looking back at his friend, his own eyes deep with seriousness.

"You were bitten, man… in Boston, and well, you're…a vampire."