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 Nine: Thai Treats

Marlena informed all the necessary people, and Randy made it possible. He treated her differently than Alex Rodriguez treated her, and that was just the same for her. That was what she wanted. She didn't want someone else catering to every…single…whim. Randy let her be an adult at nineteen. Not someone who needed caring to twenty-four-seven.

"Would you like a sip?" He asked her, as he held out his glass of champagne. "You can think of it as a celebratory toast…"

"I can drink?" She asked, as he smiled.

"Sure, this is McMahon Air. You could strip naked and dance if you wanted to."

"I'll pass on that…" She said with a laugh, as she sat in tight blue jeans and a black 'Element' tank top with boots. "But I'll take the drink. Thanks, Randy."

"Isn't he great?" Angel asked, as she snuggled up against him. Marlena smiled.

"Yeah, he is pretty great." She admitted. "You know, I honestly would have thought you differently when we met."

"How so?" Randy inquired and Marlena took another drink.

"I thought you'd be stuck up and stuck on yourself. But you're really not. Nobody has had Angel smiling this much for a long time. That's something. Just…" She paused a moment, thinking of the right words. "Thanks, man… really… from the bottom of my heart, thanks for treating my girl like a Queen."

"You'll be treated as a Princess, so think nothing of it. I do for the people I think deserve it. You're more than welcome though." Randy smiled, "Would you ladies like something to eat for the trip?"

"Ooh…" Marlena paused, "Got anything junky? I have a craving for something bad for me while I work…"

"I'll get the caterers to get something fast food like. That good for you too, babe?"

"That's just fine." Angel smiled, "You go on and do your thing."

"Okay, we'll be taking off in a few minutes so… just relax."

While the girls talked, and Marlena opened her laptop to get to work, Randy went to the back to make a phone call. He was calling John. The phone rang, and rang, and rang, and then finally - a tired voice was on the other end. Randy rolled his eyes as he glanced at his Rolex, then realized the time. It was still really, really early.

"John, wake up. It's Randy."

"Ran…" He heard a yawn, and a groan. "Mother fucker, Randy, it's only 1 O'Clock!"

"Sorry, whine ass. Where are you?"

"At home…" John then let out a loud gasp. "SHIT! My flight!"

"Already off the ground, playboy. I'm on it with Angel and a friend of hers…" Randy rolled his eyes, "Want me to have it turned around and pick you up in Boston?"

"You can't, can you?" It sounded like John was stumbling around, doing something, and Randy had to ask.

"What the hell are you doing, first and foremost?"

"Getting ready! I'm LATE, damn it! I shouldn't have stayed up until seven…"

"What were you doing?"

"Drinkin'. Partyin'."

"Knowing you had a plane to catch at NOON?"

"SORRY!"

"We haven't even taken off yet…" Randy laughed to himself, "But I'll have the pilot go straight to Boston… You're such a gullible cock sucker…"

"Pick me up, and just get on with it…" John grumbled, "I'll be at the airport…"

"You'd better be, or you're taking commercial air to Thailand…"

"That's worse than the liquor last night…" John sighed, "I'll be there."

"Good. I have a surprise for you, too. You can thank me later."

And he hung up.
Going back to the girls, he had a platter of burgers and fries with drinks. Very fast food like. Just like they ordered. As they ate, the plate started taking off and instead of setting course for Bangkok, they were heading to Boston, Massachusetts to pick up the world's largest slacker with the highest paycheck.
John Cena.

Randy didn't tell them, so when the plate began it's descent, the girls seemed confused. They could not have already been in Thailand. They weren't even in the air an hour! Marlena noticed by the time on her laptop as she was working on her piece for the New York Times and all the banking transactions with the gardening and refreshing to Yankee Stadium. She was on the phone with one of the banks when she asked what was up. Randy just smiled.

"Don'tcha worry, peach. Go ahead and finish your call."

"I'm on hold," Marlena said. "Stupid banks. The only thing they're good for is banking, not doing the business of it. I need to find out if the check for the turf builder is clear so I can tell the painters to get their asses moving."

"You do a lot, don't you?" Randy asked, and she shrugged.

"No more than anybody else." She said, "I just do my job."

"Well, too. You're pretty modest…"

"Thanks…" Marlena smiled as Angel too smiled to herself.

"I'm just glad she likes you, Randy." Angel said as Randy glanced toward her. Questioning, Angel laughed. "You don't know Marlena like I do. She can be violent when one of her girls are hurting."

"Damn right." Marlena verified but her tone changed. "Hi, this is Marlena Storm with the New York Yankees Organization… account name, Steinbrenner, George -- account number 2…"

Randy and Angel stopped listening when the plane door opened. Stumbling up the stairs, trying to juggle bags, an umbrella, and a café mocha latte was John Cena. Angel's face lit up into a smile and Randy stood up and walked over.

"Here, klutz… let me help…"

"Brother, I'm running on EMPTY right now." John declared, "I'm dead tired. I'm hungry. And I'm hornier than a mother f- HEY!" He cut himself off as he spotted Angel laughing, nearly hysterically at his closing complaint. "Angel, right?"

"That's right."

"Nice to see you again!" John smiled as he put his bags down. But he nearly fell down when he spotted a familiar blonde working vigilantly. "Holy SHIT!" he whispered, as he gestured. "Is that…"

"Marlena Storm." Angel smiled happily. "That's right."

"That's correct." Marlena's voice was heard as the plane got quiet. "The amount should clear for twenty thousand dollars, that's labor and the materials for the two days work. Only high quality and if you have any questions refer to Mr. Steinbrenner's personal cell phone. He'll clear everything up." she typed a few figures into her computer as she held the phone on her shoulder. "Uh huh, that's correct. The total amount is Thirty-five thousand two hundred sixteen dollars twenty nine cents. Thank you too, you have a great day."

"And you hated math in school." Angel said with a smile as Marlena hung up, and she sighed.

"I still do. I need an Aleve to work this shit…" She glanced up after rubbing her eyes, and a look of shock slowly crossed her face. "Cena!"

"Storm!" He replied as she moved her tray table and stood up. "DAMN girl, you're looking FINE!" He held out his arms. "A little sugar?"

She laughed as she ran up to him and jumped into his arms. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, hugging him tight. Angel gave Randy a knowing smile, and Randy just sat back and smirked, putting his arm around Angel's shoulders. Perhaps John had found somebody he could relate to, but Randy highly doubted it. He doubted he found his, but he was willing to take the risk.

--

The plane ride to Thailand was good. Long, but good. Marlena groaned and commented she hated plane rides that lasted longer than her day at the spa. The longest flight she was ever on was delayed to Japan, thirteen hours from New York. Randy did something unheard of during the flight.
He slept.

While he slept, he had visions in his head of horrible, horrible things. The dreams he had was the main thing that kept Randy Orton up during the day. The images of brutal death that he wasn't even committing swam through his brain, and ate away at his mentality like a cancer. A cancer which he couldn't shake. He could wake himself up from it, though… it just took time.
Time that, in such a case, he didn't feel he had.

He finally awoke, to find not only was he asleep, but John was sleeping (as seemingly usual), Marlena was still working, and Angel was snuggled up to his shoulder watching "Lady and the Tramp" on the plane's entertainment system. She obviously hadn't felt him move until he put his arm around her again.

"Morning, baby." Angel said with a smile, as she turned toward him. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," he fibbed, "Great. Did you sleep?"

"Nope. I watched movies. What can a girl do? Oh… and I watched you sleep. You're so cute when you're asleep."

"It's also the only time he's good." Marlena commented from her seat as she flashed a smile toward Randy between the time it took her to type. "How you doin', Randy?"

"Good, you still working?"

"Like a God Damned slave." Marlena said with a moderate grumble. "Who knew it took so much damned work to get something done for an asshole Nazi organization like the New York Yankees?"

"I wouldn't know." Randy said with a smile, "But I'm sure you're good at it."

"Ya think?" She smiled a little. "That's cool of you to say."

"I only say what I mean. Do you have a nickname or do you like everyone calling you 'Storm'?"

"I have a million and five nicknames…" Marlena laughed, "You can pick between Lena, Lela and Mar. Angel calls me Mar."

"That's good enough for me." Randy smiled, as he let her get back to work, and turned back to Angel. "So you ready for Thailand?"

"With you? I'm ready for anything."

"Nice answer…" Randy said with a laugh as he kissed just above her brow. "I'm sure I can make your trip to Thailand worth the while. Same for you, Mar."

"I'll pass…" Marlena said with a laugh, "Sorry man. I'm rollin' solo."

"Yeah. Mar's waiting for Alex Rodriguez's divorce to finalize before she strikes." Angel said with a small hint of a smile, but Marlena didn't seem to entertained by the comment.

"That's not funny, Angel. That's not fucking funny at all…"

"Marlena, come on…"

Slamming her laptop shut, Marlena pushed her tray table out of her way, and stood up. As Angel tried to get her attention, Marlena slammed the door to the on-flight bathroom stall. Tears welled in Angel's eyes as she put her head down, and Randy turned toward her, lifting her chin with his thumb.

"What was that?"

"I was just kidding…" Angel whispered, "I always joke with her about Alex because he treats her better than he treats his wife. I don't know, I'm out of line…"

"Maybe you should apologize if you feel so out of line…"

"I can't. She won't talk to me. I bet she won't even stay in Thailand now that I'm here and said that of all things to her." Angel tried to hide the fact she was about to cry, but Randy knew. He could feel it.

"Don't think like that. Here. I'll go talk to her, okay?"

"…No, don't. Let her be. She'll kill you…" Angel sniffled a little as she placed her head against the rest of her seat. "Or she'll kill me."

"I highly doubt it." Randy's tone was colder as he stood up.

--

She wanted to slam her fist right through the wall. How dare her for saying such a stupid thing in such close vicinity! Marlena was fuming as she sat in the stall, sitting Indian style in the cramped surrounding. She was rocking back and forth to prevent herself from going out there and plowing her 'best friend'. She heard a knock on the door, but she wanted to ignore it. Pretend she wasn't there.

"Occupied, mother fucker." She hissed, "Don't bother me."

"Marlena? It's Randy…"

"I don't care right now." She said, holding her knees closer to her chest. "Just give me some time to myself. I'll be gone as soon as we land."

"No, I want to talk to you."

"Want in one hand shit in the other." Marlena said shortly, "See what you get first."

"My mom used to say that to me…" Randy said, as he used his pointer fingernail to slip into the lock. With a slight turn, he managed to unlock the door. "I'll let you open it, but I've already unlocked it. I'll give you to the count of five or I'm coming in."

"Whatever…"

She must have been calling his bluff. She didn't open the door. She had brass balls to call his, Randy officiated. But that wasn't enough. As he got to five, he opened the door with little warning. He nearly took her right in the face with it, but luckily she had decent reflexes when she heard the sound of the handle click.

"Thanks for the wake-up call, Jack…"

"Sorry." He said, as he sat down next to her. "What's bothering you? Is it what Angel said?"

"No, ya think?" Marlena rolled her eyes slowly. "She had NO fucking right to go there. It's not even TRUE. I have no feelings for Alex. She KNOWS that. But she still went there. Especially in front of people I don't really know. I like you and John just fine, but come on. That's airing my non-existent dirty laundry so to speak."

"Want the truth? I'd be pissed off, too."

"…What?"

"I would. If she would have said that about a girl friend of mine, I'd be furious." Randy said, "I don't agree with it. But do me a favor… and John a favor."

"What?"

"Don't leave yet. Just let her explain herself. And if you don't like the explanation, spend the dates with John here. He'd love that. Then you can have lunch with us, and of course with our boss. He'd love you."

"…I guess I could…"

"Cool. Come on, this place isn't my favorite on the plane…"

"I see why…" Marlena grumbled to herself, as she stepped out of the 'box' and out into the small hall leading back to the aisles. Randy followed close behind. "Why do you care so much?"

"Because I don't want to see a friendship end because one person decided to not think before they spoke. Even if she is my girlfriend."

"Right on…" Marlena said quietly.

--

So evidently, Randy was good at something else. Making a stubborn, strong-willed woman think before she said something regrettable. The woman in question, was Marlena Storm. She at first went back to her seat, and put a pair of headphones into her computer. She was humming along to something, seemingly trying to ignore the task at hand. Randy could hear it and noted it was a girl screaming about being 'so sick' of everything. Typical right?

"Marlena?" Randy said, loud enough for her to hear. Once her attention shifted, he gestured to her to take off the headphones. She nodded a bit.

"What?"

"What was that?"

"You could hear it?" She questioned and he nodded. "Oh. It's called 'I'm So Sick' by Flyleaf. A totally kick ass newer band."

"Never heard of them." Randy smiled, "Sounds good though."

She smiled a bit and nodded. She glanced toward Angel, who had found interest in her purse. Marlena wasn't going to say the first word. That was one thing she would not budge on. Randy nudged Angel, and glanced back toward Marlena. Marlena's attention had fallen onto where John was playing Madden on the plane's entertainment system, and she went to stand up to walk over but --

"Mar?" Angel said quietly, almost in a croak, making Marlena look back. "I'm sorry about what I said about Alex…"

"It's not true." Marlena verified. "I don't love Alex."

"Who loves who?" John glanced up, but then cursed as his player, Tom Brady, was sacked by an opponent. "Fuck."

"I don't love Alexander Emanuel Rodriguez," Marlena said, "Angel thought I did." She glanced back toward Angel. "I don't. Let's just leave it at that and put it behind us."

"Okay." Angel nodded her head surely. "Sounds good to me. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Let's just enjoy Bangkok, all right?"

"Great. Sounds great."

Well, that settled that, Randy figured.
He hated seeing girls fight. Especially two girls as pretty as the ladies in his company. His girlfriend especially. He glanced toward Angel and she had a beaming smile, which caused Randy to smile inside. For some reason, off the wall too he'd wager, he cared. Deeply, as well.

Once the plane touched down in Bangkok, the foursome of Randy Orton, Angel Fury, John Cena and Marlena Storm stepped off simultaneously. Marlena with her duffle bag of work-related utensils and John with his bags upon bags of luggage for the trip. Angel and Randy's things were already taken care of, because they had all of their things in baggage. It would be taken to the hotel for them and all. So would Marlena's luggage, as it was with theirs. Marlena was on her cell phone the minute they touched down, trying to cover more business that was needed for her work. John was interested.

"Callin' her boyfriend?"

"Unless George Steinbrenner is her sugar daddy, no." Angel said, "She's not on vacation. She's got a shit load of work piled up, so that will be a constant. She takes her job so seriously."

"Ugh, the name alone sends chills to my bones…" John shuddered, "Steinbrenner…"

"Boston fan." Randy said with a head shake. "That's all you gotta know, baby. Let's get to the hotel."

"Right behind you."

"You don't get it, do you? Mister Steinbrenner wants RESULTS! And if you don't get them for him before I get back to New York in a couple days it's not MY ass but yours!" Marlena was yelling into her cell phone which caused Angel to laugh. Randy just smiled.

"Gotta love a woman who gets it done…"

--

They decided to tour Bangkok before RAW. It was over all a very beautiful place. Marlena had changed into a pair of black bondage pants and a white and red 'birdhouse' skate tank with some dark gray and red VANS sneakers, while Angel chose something very dressy yet casual. She wore a dark blue skirt with a black halter top. Randy was naturally dressed up in a pair of black dress pants and a red dress shirt and John chose to don his white Boston "Ramirez - 24" jersey with a pair of baggy black cargo shorts and his pumps. He looked good in basically anything he wore, and Randy kind of envied that.
They all went out to eat, which, low and behold - their boss Shane McMahon was there with Trish Stratus, Trista Lynn McMahon, and his closest allies Adam Copeland and Chris Irvine had chosen the same restaurant they had.

"Randy! John! Over here!" Shane gave a shout, as the boys turned to the girls respectively. Did they care? Not really.

"Hey, Shane." Randy said as he held out his knuckle as they walked over. Tapping knuckles he ordered for four more seats to be brought around the table. "Glad you guys made it. McMahon Air treating you well?"

"Very well. I almost missed my fuckin' flight, bro." John said as he sat down. "Come on, sit next to me." He said, more so asked Marlena and she did. "Shane, this is a friend of mine. Marlena Storm. Marlena, this is our boss Shane McMahon. This is Trista McMahon, And Trish Stratigias, Adam Copeland and Chris Irvine."

"Nice to meet you." Marlena said, untimidly.

"And this, is Angel Fury. My girlfriend." Randy said, as he cast a bitter glare at Trish. She just glanced away. Shane stood up personally.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Fury." He extended his hand. "Shane McMahon. But you can just call me Shane, or whatever's on your mind at the moment."

"Shane's just fine…" Angel smiled and shook his hand. But he turned it and kissed it. Was Trista offended? Not in the least. She stood up and walked over to Randy, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, baby. You doin' okay?" Trista asked, as Randy nodded.

"Just fine, honey. Thanks." He noticed the look Angel had, confusion mixed with jealousy, and he hid the urge to smile. "This is my sister Trista Orton-McMahon. Trista, this is Angel. The girl I was telling you about."

"It's nice to meet you." Trista said with a smile. "And since you're dating my big brother, I won't shake your hand." Trista walked around the table and gave Angel a big hug. No kidding. Angel smiled, hugging her back.

"Nice to meet you too." She said quietly. "Your brother is an amazing guy…"

"I know. You're preaching to the choir. It's about time he found someone who is sweet AND cute." She smiled, "Hey John? Take a hint."

"Hey…" John gave a mocking glare. "I'm not ready to settle down. Unless Miss Storm's interested."

"Not." Marlena smiled, "Sorry, man."

"Can't blame a boy for trying?"

"I can."

"Looks like you got a girl that isn't going to go down without a fight, hey John?" Shane smirked as Randy laughed a little.

"She's a spitfire. Don't let her fool you. She's a bad little bitch. But very cute." Randy glanced toward Angel. "But my girl's got that Latin temper. Thank God I haven't seen it."

"I doubt you ever will."

"Well, are you four interested in joining us for some dinner? Maybe a couple drinks?" Shane asked, as Randy glanced toward Angel. She nodded with a smile. Marlena just shrugged as John gestured to her. "I'll take the responses as a yes." Shane smiled. "What are you all interested in?"

Dinner and drinks with the heir of the McMahon empire and his entourage. Lovely. That must have looked good for the situation. For some reason, Shane really liked Randy's choice for a girl, and so did Trista. Trish was naturally distained, as this was the same girl she nearly died over. That wasn't winning any points with her.
And the fact Shane was practically eating out of her hand?
Talk about a slap in the face…