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 Three: Wake Me Up

John paced back and forth in the foyer of Randy's apartment, awaiting McMahon's arrival. John was hardly the impatient type but this wasn't ordinary circumstance. This was his best friend's life they were playing human chess with. If John proved in the slightest that he wasn't completely loyal to Shane, there was no doubt Shane was going to have a proverbial aneurysm… but John was the kind of man who valued his friends… after all, Randy was more like a brother to him than anything… 'best friend' just didn't even cover it…

The door opened. Shane didn't bother knocking, he didn't bother making his presence known, until he was right inside of the apartment with John. Adam was in Randy's bedroom with Randy, trying to keep him conscious, trying to keep him just awake. As John and Shane looked at each other, there was a moment of silence, before Shane finally seemed serious. Extremely serious.

"Where is he?"

"His bedroom, he's been in bed…"

"Show me."

Well, John did as he was told. Then again, when it came to Shane, most people JUMPED when he spoke. Getting on his bad side wasn't exactly the smartest thing they could do. It would have been devastating to their health, you see. John lead Shane right into Randy's room, where, as usual -- Randy was in bed, covered to the ears, and still as could be. It was like death came and made Randy its bitch. He had given up completely. Shane sat down on the edge of the bed, and Randy's eyes slowly turned, peering at McMahon with a weak, yet skeptical look.

"Wondering why I'm here, aren't you?" Shane asked, and Randy just blinked his eyes back for response. "I bet you are. Wondering why I'd even bother with you, right?" Once again, Randy just blinked for response. "You're going to have to open your fucking mouth once tonight, or you're going to be in a world of hurt, Orton."

"Fuck… you…" Was Randy's comeback.

At that moment, Shane laughed. He laughed! …John and Adam both suspected something wasn't right at that moment in time, and as Shane stood up slowly, he grabbed the blankets that covered Randy, and ripped them off him. Randy was in just his boxer briefs, which had Orton seeming a little shocked by Shane's actions. Shane grabbed Randy's arm, and gave a forceful tug, dragging Randy out of his bed! Randy hit the floor with a sick thud, and Shane just looked at Randy. Orton's body began to rise, as if he was standing, but he wasn't -- Shane was using his mind to play human bowling with Randy.

"You're going to start talking, or you're going to find out exactly what I'm made of, Randy." Shane said tersely, "I'm not a very patient man, and if you don't believe that, ask Chris, or even Adam here. They've both seen my bad side…"

"It's not hot, Chief." Adam said quietly.

"I knew you were a freak…" Randy whispered, as all of a sudden, SMACK! His body slammed viciously against the wall. John SWORE he heard bones cracking, as Randy yelled out in pain. Shane just sneered at him.

"You have NO IDEA!" Shane yelled at Randy, "But you're going to have an idea if you don't wake the FUCK UP and PAY ATTENTION!" Once again, Randy's body slammed against the wall, and Shane was right up in Randy's face -- his own face just merely millimeters from Randy's. "If you thought I had an attitude before, Randy Keith Orton, you've seen NOTHING YET…" Shane's tone got quiet, as his eyes flickered black. Adam stepped back, as John just watched in silence. "I'm not going to put up with you being an asshole in my circle, Randy… neither is anyone else within it… just nod your head yes or no if you understand what I'm saying to you…"

Randy shook his head, but Shane didn't punish him for it. Maybe he didn't understand the extent of what was going on. In fact, he didn't, and now that Randy knew Shane was for real -- Randy wasn't going to risk another broken rib over being stupid…

"Now let me explain…" Shane let Randy down, and held him up against the wall. Randy was still weak. "Follow me." He walked Randy over to the bed, and sat down with him on the edge… Shane's demeanor had overall decreased in hostility. "Randy, you know what you are, you're just in denial. It's natural, you didn't come into this willingly… and I get that…"

"But why didn't you just let me die?" Randy asked softly, as Shane shook his head.

"I couldn't. While I haven't always been sweet on you, Orton, my wife is. She loves you more than life itself. While I had my own reasons, I saw potential in you -- I couldn't let you die because that would have destroyed Trista Lynn…"

"She hates being called that…" Randy said quietly, as Shane smiled a little.

"I know…" the mood had changed dramatically since Shane's 'big entrance', "but listen, Randy… I want to explain everything to you… I want you to embrace what you've become. Be a part of my family…"

"I don't know if I can, Shane…" Randy seemed regretful now, "I don't feel alive anymore, I don't feel like I can do this…"

"You can, and I can help you…" Shane said, as he put his arm around Randy's shoulders, comforting him. What was going on here? "You're my brother, Randy… through more than marriage, but through blood - through life…"

"I can't do this, though… I can't do it on my own…"

"You'll never be alone again, I promise." Shane said, "You're my family, and I always stick by my family. When you feel at your lowest, just turn to me, I swear - I'll never turn you out…"

The temperament of the room had definitely changed. Randy was holding onto Shane, just -- clinging to him like a child would their parent. Shane wasn't going to turn Randy out, no matter what he said. Deep down, Shane loved Randy… and he knew that there was so much potential for another member of his circle of supremacy within the family. John wasn't a member of it yet, he wasn't able to… he actually didn't want to be involved th at far -- and Shane would have to decide if Randy was good enough after a little, test if you will.

That's after all, how Trish, Adam, and Chris got into Shane's circle…

Randy would realize that he had no choice in the matter after about a week of Shane's advisement. He finally ate, he was out of his bed, and Shane decided he would take Randy on a little vacation, personally, so he could see all of the perks of being within the family. Believe it or not, there was a LONG LIST of perks.

The vacation that Shane arranged for Randy, was a weekend in Las Vegas, Nevada. A weekend was literally a tease -- a mere taste of what there was to come. A taste of what he could offer Randy in the long run. Shane was extremely familiar with the city of Las Vegas -- of Sin City. He knew an array of people from there, as he spent a lot of time in 'the city that never sleeps' with his personnel and private party. He was going to eventually teach Randy everything there was to know in how to survive in this world. In his world. Permitting that Orton listened and didn't let his ego get the best of him. Randy - after all - had quite the ego for his age…

Las Vegas with Shane was an experience that Randy would NOT be forgetting any time soon. After the first night out, that first meal, a feeling Randy thought was gone had returned. He felt… alive. He thought Shane was joking when he said that Randy would feel different -- but evidently the McMahon prince was as serious as cardiac arrest. Randy's menu for that evening was a brunette with green eyes. Randy didn't want to know her name, as he figured that would make the entire process of killing her for food more difficult. It probably would have, what would Randy know? That was Randy's cardinal rule there after, though. They were all Jane Doe to him. Nothing more -- but a whole lot less.

That weekend in Vegas, Randy discovered he could have anything he wanted. From money, to clothing, to accessories, to cars, to women… the women though, were far more than just for sex. But the sex was definitely a benefit. It helped Randy work up that appetite. By the end of the weekend, Randy was a completely different man. Completely different creation. He was a creation specifically of Shane Brandon McMahon. He had his share of women that weekend, that he either used for sex or breakfast -- whichever the mood called for, and he had a complete wardrobe custom designed for him. Most of it, was black, as cliché as that was. He looked good in black, and he knew it.

From black silk shirts, black suit pants, and black pinstriped jackets - his style was impeccable. It was a little bit of everything, really, and a slight addition of color with a red dress shirt or a midnight blue jacket. And the 'perk', if you will? It was all purchased via Shane. Shane even set up a private banking account for Randy, with a 'start up'… an advance, if you will, of a cool $25 million dollars. And that was just a start up! But why would Shane spend so much money, give Randy so much money, just for coming around? It wasn't only for that. Over that weekend, was when Randy pledged himself to Shane's circle of supremacy. Trish backed out, and it was a foursome of Adam Copeland, Chris Irvine, Randy Orton and Shane McMahon - making up the four corners of excellence within the McMahon Empire. The pillars in which held the McMahon Empire not only together, but held it on that pedestal it was known for.

When he returned from Vegas, Randy was completely engrossed into the lifestyle. It was obvious to Adam, obvious to John, and there out obvious to Trista. She loved that Randy was going to be okay, and was extremely proud to see that Shane and Randy were on the terms they were on. She always expected great things out of Randy… and seeing them like that? And hearing that Randy had been accepted into the circle? It was honestly beautiful to her…

Randy went to Greenwich to see Trista, as she lived in the McMahon Estate with Shane, Linda, and Vince McMahon. There were two mammoth manors on the land, which, was gigantic in it's own right -- secluded from their town and the people around them. They had no reason to associate with the outsiders anymore. They had nothing to hide, right? …Right…

He decided to spend a couple days with Trista, just to catch up on this kind of note. The kind of note where neither of them were exactly the most normal of the bunch. Their family had no idea about anything. They only knew Trista was happily married to Shane McMahon, and that Randy was out of wrestling because of an injury he didn't want to talk about… injury, yeah…

"So…everything isn't so bad, is it?" Trista asked as they sat on the veranda that night, and Randy shook his head.

"No. I admit, I over reacted to the entire situation…" he said quietly, "but for real, don't tell Shane I've completely come around… I want to know what he's got up his sleeve yet."

"Believe me, there's a lot. He's taught everyone -- well, all of the vital members of the family, everything they know. Not everything he knows. Maybe you can be his ultimate protégé…"

"Maybe." Randy said, "I mean - while that would be flattering, I don't know if I could do that. I need to learn some things on my own you know."

"I know." Trista smiled, "I'm just happy to know you're okay…"

"Of course I am, darlin'. You can't expect me to stay down…"

"When do you go back to the ring?"

"Soon. This 'shoulder thing' has been crazy. Injury…? Me? Yeah right. I'm getting bored, to be honest…" He slowly smirked, though. "Not to mention, I want a little variety to my diet, if you get what I'm saying…"

"Traveling and taste testing…" Trista giggled quietly, "I get that. Wait until you go to Europe… delicious…"

"I'm anticipating a little Japanese delight. I hope we go to Tokyo soon." There was that thousand watt smirk again. He was honestly devious!

"You've changed, Randy Keith Orton…" Trista laughed softly, "But I don't object. You're so cute when you're plotting!"

"I'm not plotting, I'm just hungry." He paused, laughing to himself. "And horny. You can never forget that."

"That was an over share, RKO. An absolute over share." Trista wrinkled her nose in mock disgust.

"What can I say, my daddy taught me how to share…" Randy smirked to himself, as Trista couldn't help but laugh.

Talk about a 180 change… Randy had done it literally, over a weekend. Was it entirely possible? Sure, anything was possible, but it would take Randy a lot longer than one visit with Trista, and a couple weeks removed from the vacation to prove it ultimately. Especially to the elders. Randy didn't realize it, but he'd be walking on thin ice for a while when it came to those who had been down the road longer than he had been… just to see if everything with him was completely legit.

That he wasn't just putting on a show.

In this world -- you couldn't just trust ANYONE. Especially new blood…