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 Four: Return To Rank

He was getting ready for his big return. Randy was no longer focused souly on his placement in the McMahon Empire -- but he was anxious for his return to the ring. Randy hadn't had the need to train, after all, he was in amazing shape. No matter how much he'd talk about training, and spending tireless hours in the gym, the only exercise Randy was getting as of late was in bed, and by raising his glass of nightly chosen liquor during after hours parties and meetings that the Circle of Supremacy attended. After every show, the men would meet at a local high maintenance nightclub, and spend their time in the VIP with gorgeous women on their arms and in their laps.

Randy had adapted incredibly to the lifestyle once he finally listened to what someone had to say. More specifically what Shane had to say. It may have had to do with the impending bodily harm McMahon was about to dish out, but it woke Randy up. Like that old saying went, desperate times call for desperate measures. And for Shane, the ordeal with Randy was a highly desperate time.

It was one week until Randy would be re-debuting on RAW, and he was more than ready. He was shooting into the World Title hunt. Beautiful, right? He figured now that he was out of Evolution, and that whole fiasco was finished, he'd be able to focus on his career, and make a new name for himself. Away from that whole, 'Evolution' undertaking. But see, Randy's new 'gimmick' was going to be something special. More than just a legend killer, but a lady killer.

True to life?

He had the perfect look for it, in all honesty. People would just imagine that it was based directly on Orton's striking looks. In fact, that's how it was SUPPOSED to be perceived. He was gorgeous! Anyone with two eyes and common sense could tell that Randy Orton was truly God's gift to women. But now, he was Lucifer's touch -- so charming, yet so deadly…so dangerous, that you would never know to look at him.
Kind of like, a black widow -- you see…

Nobody but those chosen few knew that Randy had changed. Most just suspected that in fact, Randy had been out with his shoulder injury. But guess what? … Not the case, kids. The only injury Orton would sustain was a broken rib that healed almost as quickly as it was broken. That was via Shane, though -- with good purpose!

Randy's return to the ring came swiftly, and just like that he was back into the swing of things. Amazingly enough, the fans were more receptive to THIS side of Randy, as he took the time to 'meet and greet' a female fan of his choice in the front row - of every event - and with a modified 'Val Venus' approach, woo them. This went on for quite a while, too. However, those girls he picked from the audience, normally ended up Randy's after hours party favors… he was rarely disappointed…

He was also getting the opportunity to spend more time with John on the road. John went to RAW events with Randy, and Randy went to Smackdown! events with John. They didn't need to take multiple days off just to replenish their energy for the next show. NO SIR. They were always rearing to go! Besides, Randy had to be at the meetings that Shane issued, no matter where. He had Smackdown! stars that had to attend some as well, as they were part of the family. Mark "The Undertaker" Calloway as a PRIMARY example. While he wasn't a vampire, but a demon, he was still very important to the McMahon Empire as a sort of - elder - amongst them. Mark was more than four thousand years old, but only looked about forty-five at most. It was good for business to have someone like that around…

Weeks past. Literally, about three months time from the moment he was changed, and Randy was still going strong. While, with his schedule, most men would have burnt out and possibly pulled a "Jeff Hardy" and left it behind, not Randy Keith Orton. He was enjoying his new life, and everything that came along with it. From the expensive fashion, to his new home in St. Louis, his fast cars, his faster women… he was in what some would classify as heaven. Living it up, and never looking back.

He was told that his new angle was bringing in extra ratings for RAW, and they wanted to up the stakes a little bit. Make it more interesting. They were pushing Randy's title shot up a few weeks, and it was going to be at the next pay-per-view. They had a month to get things ready, a feud, someone that was frankly ticked about Randy's up-and-coming status. Who better than Triple H? In all actuality, Paul Levesque was pissed about Randy's becoming in the McMahon Empire. He felt that one Orton in the mix was enough, but now -- his shot at being in Shane's Circle of Supremacy was over. He was harboring hatred for the young man who had not only won Shane over, but took his place away. Right out from under him!

Did Randy care? There was no way. When Shane approached Randy about the title shot, Randy just smiled. That's what he liked to hear. That the business was more than just about women, more than just about money, but a little gold? That never hurt anybody.

"So the way I'm thinking, Randy, is that we push your shot up until next month. Your angle is hot, and you know that old saying…"

"Strike while the iron's hot, baby."

"You got it." Shane smiled a little, "Although, Paul is legitimately pissed off… I can't be bothered to care. He's been champion more times than I've fucked your sister…"

"…Shane…"

"Sorry, RKO. I couldn't resist." He chuckled, as Randy smiled a little. He could tell when Shane was kidding now. "It was an analogy. Believe me, he hasn't been champion THAT MUCH!"

"Shane-O…"

"All right, all right, more times than Stephanie's had plastic surgery."

"Hah, now THAT one I like!"

"But okay, the shows before that are Montreal, Toronto, Minneapolis, and Los Angeles. Can you handle all of that, champ?"

"Shane…" Randy looked at Shane like he was crazy. "I can handle that and more. I'm hitting Montreal, Quebec City, Toronto, Winnipeg, Minneapolis, Mankato, Los Angeles, AND Berkeley… Smackdown! events too, you see."

"Look at you, mister punctuality." Shane smiled, "I trust in what you can handle, Randy. But if you ever want a break, let me know."

"Don't worry, Shane, I will. But I don't. I've been on the sideline long enough. This is MY time to shine."

"Great attitude."

"I learned from the best, wouldn't you agree?"

"You've been talking to Chris, haven't you?" Shane laughed a little, "Teaching you to suck up to me is he?"

"Nope, I don't have the foggiest idea what you're talking about, Shane-O." Randy smirked a little, "I'll see you in Montreal, brother."

However, the trip to Montreal, Quebec, Canada -- would change not only Randy's aspect, but his life. It would change his best friend John Cena, too. Who knew one night could be so drastic? They didn't, that was for sure…