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 Five: The Meeting of the Minds
Montreal was a city that Randy had grown to like. It wasn't like home, but it had a certain elegance that Randy found appealing. For this trip, Cena was traveling with Randy to the RAW event, and Randy was traveling with John to the Smackdown! event just a short ways away in Quebec City. The evening before, Sunday, Randy and John went out on the town of Montreal, meeting beautiful women in abundance, and sharing the evening with a handful of them.
Why not, after all? John and Randy were two of the best looking superstars on either roster. They had it all, quite frankly. Randy, though, had bills and bills on hand. Money, that is. He was all but rolling in Benjamins, and while that effected his mindset and his ego slightly, he was still the charming, classy, yet malevolent man he always had been before the changes. They went to a place called "Bar Dianne" that evening, a gentleman's club, that Randy particularly enjoyed. Between the women, and the drinks, Randy couldn't decide what he liked the most.
"This place is tight," John said as they sat in the VIP section of the club. John had a red-head on his lap and a blonde beside him, while Randy had two brunettes. His ideal choice of lady.
"You have no idea. The arrangement is tight, but the hostesses are not…" He chuckled in spite of himself, "If you know what I'm saying."
"All too well." John laughed a little, "Man, I can't get over how well you adapted to all of this…"
"Like Shane says, John -- just go with it, and the bonuses will flow as quickly as the dough. It's all about the money."
"You're turning into Shane, Randy!" John smirked, "That's never a good thing. One brat prince is enough."
"Be careful," Randy waggled his finger at John in mocking fashion, "Wouldn't want that brat prince to hear you now, would you?"
"Shit no," John said with a hearty laugh. "I mean come on, bro - I love the life I'm livin'. I kinda wanna keep livin' it."
"Good choice. So why don't we just enjoy these beautiful creatures in front of us and enjoy the night?"
"Right on, I'm for it."
Well, the next night was Monday. And with Monday, came RAW. Randy was excited for it, and being in Montreal, they always drew in an electric crowd. Randy knew one more thing they drew in, and that was beautiful girls. He adored Montreal, didn't you know that? Some of the most beautiful people in North America in Randy's opinion. Especially the brunettes… he had a MAJOR thing for brunettes…
The show went off without a hitch, and Randy's World Title declaration was laid out. Triple H, was naturally irate, especially when it was said that Randy had an outside assistance, and someone to support the "Orton For Champion" campaign. The person's name wouldn't be announced, but the man behind Triple H knew damned well who it was. It was Shane McMahon supporting Randy for the Gold, and that naturally ruffled a few feathers. Namely, it ruffled Paul Levesque's feathers… Shane's brother in law…
After the show, Randy and John were heading out to the parking lot. They were going to go out and have at it one more night before they shipped to Quebec City the next afternoon. The first thing they heard as voices as they walked out into the dark parking lot, and Randy glanced at John with a chuckle. It was female voices. As they approached, one was a blonde -- a gorgeous, curvaceous blonde, and the other was a brunette who too had curves, and had a bit of a Latin look to her. Randy grinned to himself, as if he could help it. They were standing by a car, and the brunette was on her cell phone, but both girls were talking.
"We get it, Candace!" the blonde said with a laugh, as the person on the phone, speakerphone, made a comment.
"Well start acting like you know what I'm talking about, Marlena! I'm not trying to be your mother but you need someone to do that, young lady. You're making a big mistake!"
"ALL RIGHT, mommy!" the blonde said as the brunette was trying not to laugh.
"She's right, Mar… you're too risqué for your own good sometimes."
"That's my best feature, Angel baby." Marlena said with a smile, as she slipped into the car, going to start it. "Come on, we're going to be late for the party."
"Don't drink if you're driving." Candace said, "And don't get so crazy you don't know where you are!"
"Where are we again?" Marlena asked with a laugh, as she shook her head. "Don't worry, Candy, I'll call you in the morning. I SHOULD be in Baltimore…"
"SHOULD!"
"Sorry, sorry… I will be, promise!"
Randy and John couldn't help but walk over. Maybe the girls needed directions? If they were at an event, they had to be wrestling fans, so introductions wouldn't be needed. But Randy's cardinal rule was already broken, he knew the brunette's name. Or he assumed it was Angel by the way the blonde said what she said. He sighed, pushing it out of his head. He didn't need to think about that right now…
The brunette hung up the phone after a quick good-bye, and then got into the car. But the blonde, looked confused. She was trying to start it, but it wouldn't turn over. There was a clicking… dead battery, maybe. Talk, about, your coincidences. She slammed her hand down on the steering wheel, and got out of the car, looking legitimately pissed off.
"What the fuck! This god damned piece of junk!" She kicked the driver's side door, as the brunette got out of the passenger's side.
"Call your cousin?" the brunette offered, as the blonde shook her head.
"That ass inspector is probably in bed already, and we're an hour away from my upstate house… why would Keith come up here anyway? His car sucks worse than mine…"
"What about Alex?"
"I've thought of Alex already, AND Derek, AND Jason…AND Gary" she sighed, "They're in Baltimore already…"
"Excuse me, ladies?"
Randy's voice broke up the fury fest of the blonde, and caused the brunette to take a breath in. She literally gasped hearing Randy's voice, and a smile broke onto her face as she saw Randy walk up, with John Cena. The blonde didn't seem like she cared at that moment, she was absolutely livid about her car, after all.
"Can I -- um -- we help you ladies out?" John asked, as he extended his hand to the blonde. She didn't seem to receptive at first, until the brunette nudged her. The blonde shook John's hand. "I'm John."
"Marlena." The blonde replied absently.
"I'm Angel," The brunette started, as she smiled at Randy, holding out her hand. Randy took her hand but instead of shaking it, he kissed it.
"Pleasure to meet you."
While the conversation was semi-long, and John took the time to look under the hood of Marlena's car, he verified that her car battery was dead. No big deal. Considering the time though, there was no place they could get a battery, and she leaned against her car, sighing heavily.
"I need to be in Baltimore tomorrow night, and I'm pretty much fucked…"
"Call Alex, let him know what happened…" Angel said, as Marlena nodded a little, "see? I know what I'm talking about…"
"Would you ladies mind terribly to go out for drinks, or something?" Randy asked, "I mean, while it is terribly late already, what would it be like to not invited two beautiful women out when you have the opportunity?"
"How sweet is that?" Angel asked, as Marlena resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"Real sweet."
"Do you want to ride with me or do you want to take your car on your own, RKO?" John asked, as Randy gave a shrug.
"My car is the red Corvette, so could you take Miss…"
"Storm, Marlena Storm…" the blonde said coolly.
"Miss Storm, and I could take Miss Angel to the destination of choice -- that is, if they want to go."
"Whatever works, nephew." Marlena said, "It's not my first time to dance."
"I like this girl's attitude," John said with a smirk, as they headed toward John's black Jaguar.
Randy lead Angel to his Corvette that he had rented when he arrived in Montreal, and he opened her door for her, helped her in, and even shut her door for her. In Randy's opinion, she was hot. DEFINITION hot! He had rarely seen a woman of this caliber on the beauty-meter in his entire life. And even though the arrangement of luscious ladies was ever-bounding in his new life, this was like the fountain of youth for him.
"So where are you from? You from around here?"
"Me? No…" Angel laughed a little, "My family is from Panama - but I was brought up in New Mexico. I was just up here with Mar, you know, the blonde girl? She's one of my best friends, and she dated my step-brother a couple years ago. We're inseparable quite frankly."
"How cool is that." Randy smiled, "New Mexico though, hmm? Beautiful scenery, almost as beautiful as the person I'm looking at from that scenery…"
"Oh stop," Angel said with a bashful smile. "Don't start that…" It was one of those moments that Randy couldn't help but feel a little cocky. He wasn't even trying and managed to make the girl shy. Strike one up for RKO, you see…
"Can't a man speak the truth?" Randy asked with a smile, "I mean, I'm sure John is speaking truths to your girl. She's quite pretty too, she from New Mexico?"
"No, she's from New York. I came up to visit her and she told me she had a surprise. She was supposed to be in Baltimore, but she talked to her boss and got off for tonight… lucky, too."
"Indeed." Randy smiled, "What do you do?"
"I'm a college student." Angel said, "I go to NMSU in New Mexico. I live in Albuquerque, though."
"Very nice… I like Albuquerque."
Angel was receptive to Randy, and he knew it. It did in fact affect his ego as they drove to the nightclub of choice. It was a nightclub just outside of Montreal called "The Rocket : Superclub", a place Marlena was most familiar with. The others seemed kind of sketchy about everything but as soon as Marlena flashed her ID, the bouncer ushered her and her party into the club. Randy leaned over to the blonde who had a smirk on her face.
"You come here often?"
"When I'm around, but it's hard to forget a bitch like me." Marlena said with a chuckle, as she flashed a smile. "You get that."
"I wouldn't forget you." John smirked to himself as he put his arm around her neck. She just rolled her eyes with a smile. "You want a drink?"
"She can't drink, she's underage." Angel said as Marlena raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, Angel? Honey? The drinking age up here is 18... I am most certainly over the age of 18..."
"Just barely!"
"Whether you're just barely or not, over the age of 18 makes you… oh, what's that term?" John mocked a thought as he grinned, "OH YEAH! Legal!"
"I'm legal as fuck knows, let's party."
While John and Marlena seemed to have an instant click, Randy was leery about what was going on with Angel. He couldn't be expected to kill someone who looked and acted like this, right? He wasn't even that hungry at the moment… why do it? He enjoyed the company, but he had to remember…
What was best for the family.
Especially when he was so active in it. He was part of Shane's Circle of Supremacy… he was also in Shane's circle of trust immediately. He couldn't break that for a woman. Right? He wasn't even thinking that he hadn't even created his one, like Shane - Adam - all of his confidants had. He had no desire to be tied to a person like that. That was the equivalent of marriage, only this was more permanent. There was no divorce…
It was something Randy was going to think long and hard about…