WWE Fan Fiction ❯ Nothing Else Matters ❯ Prologue
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: TheAyslum 
Non Anime: WWE Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Suspense | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.23.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 808 | Visits: 203 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: WWE Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Suspense | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.23.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 808 | Visits: 203 | Status: Work In Progress
Nothing Else Matters
Author: Pearl
Pen Name: The Asylum
Email: Y2JsPearl@yahoo.com
Feedback: Is much loved and appreciated
Ratings: R
Contents/Warnings: Strong language, violence and blood
Genre: Drama & Suspense
Characters: Randy Orton, John Cena, Michelle McCool, Chris Jericho and Tonya Crawford
Characters mentioned: Triple H, Bob Orton, Vince McMahon, Stephanie McMahon, Batista, Ken Kennedy and Carlito.
Disclaimers: Vince McMahon and the WWE own all characters. I own Tonya.
Distributions: Ask first.
Author’s Note: This takes place after Judgment Day 2008. A Metallica song helped inspire the title for this fiction.
Summary: After weeks of losing match after match, Randy Orton grows frustrated with the wrestling business and decides to hang up his boots. Can someone convince him otherwise?
Chapters/Parts: Prologue/?
Viciously the door of the men’s locker room opened and than slammed shut, causing a few male superstars to jump and glance over toward the entrance to find a very pissed off Randy Orton. He didn’t bother to wipe at the blood that drizzled down his forehead from a slim cut, the result of being tossed face first into cold-hard steel by “The Cerebral Assassin”. For minutes, Randy fought inside a steel cage against “The Game” Triple H in hopes to regain his WWE Championship. Unfortunately, Randy loses another championship match against his former Evolution associate.
As Randy gradually strolls toward his belongings, many superstars back away to let him through. He stopped directly in front of his locker and glanced briefly to the ground before sitting down n a chair. These last few weeks have been the worse for Randy, losing match after match is not the reason he signed a long extension to stay with the WWE. Now Randy was slowly having second thoughts about being in the WWE. Maybe it was time for him to hang up his wrestling boots.
Randy didn’t even bother getting undressed from his wrestling gear. He picked up his duffle bag, placed it over his shoulder and left the locker room. Gradually the tattooed male made his way toward the exit of the arena.
“Randy!”
Out of curiosity, Randy turned at the sound of his name to find John Cena approaching him. He sighed roughly, “What do you want?”
“I saw your match with Paul. Just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry… I know how much you wanted to win the championship… and…”
Immediately Randy cut John off and lightly snaps, “Look, John, I don’t need your sympathy… now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to finish leaving.”
John frowns at the other wrestler’s words as his eyes scanned his figure to find that he’s still dressed in his trunks. As long as John has known Randy, he’s never left the arena in his wrestling gear. So he couldn’t help but ask, “If you’re leaving the building than why aren’t you in your street clothes?”
Randy sighs impatiently, “I didn’t feel like putting them on. I guess I’m just too tired…” He looked to the ground for a brief moment before looking at John. He bit on his bottom lip and timidly asked, “H-has there ever been a time in your career where you just felt like throwing in the towel?”
Instant worry filled John’s eyes at the hum of Randy’s inquiry. Instead of answering he counters with a few questions of his own. “W-why? You’re not thinking of quitting, are you?”
John grew even more concern when Randy doesn’t reply to him. Gently he placed one hand around the other man’s arm and begs, “Please. Don’t do this, Randy. So, you lost a few matches…”
“They weren’t just a few matches, John. They were important. And I…” Randy exhales profoundly before shaking his head and adding, “Just forget it. I mean, how could you understand anyways. You’re John “fucking” Cena and I… I’ll never be as big as you or Triple H or Chris Jericho… now that I’ve lost the WWE Championship… I have this feeling that my career will only go downhill instead of up…so I’m quitting before that’s had a chance to happen.”
John didn’t have a chance to say anything before Randy turned and quickly left the building. He had to find a way to get Randy to change his mind. If he quits than he’ll regret it for the rest of his life. Only because John knew how much wrestling meant to Randy.
Author: Pearl
Pen Name: The Asylum
Email: Y2JsPearl@yahoo.com
Feedback: Is much loved and appreciated
Ratings: R
Contents/Warnings: Strong language, violence and blood
Genre: Drama & Suspense
Characters: Randy Orton, John Cena, Michelle McCool, Chris Jericho and Tonya Crawford
Characters mentioned: Triple H, Bob Orton, Vince McMahon, Stephanie McMahon, Batista, Ken Kennedy and Carlito.
Disclaimers: Vince McMahon and the WWE own all characters. I own Tonya.
Distributions: Ask first.
Author’s Note: This takes place after Judgment Day 2008. A Metallica song helped inspire the title for this fiction.
Summary: After weeks of losing match after match, Randy Orton grows frustrated with the wrestling business and decides to hang up his boots. Can someone convince him otherwise?
Chapters/Parts: Prologue/?
Viciously the door of the men’s locker room opened and than slammed shut, causing a few male superstars to jump and glance over toward the entrance to find a very pissed off Randy Orton. He didn’t bother to wipe at the blood that drizzled down his forehead from a slim cut, the result of being tossed face first into cold-hard steel by “The Cerebral Assassin”. For minutes, Randy fought inside a steel cage against “The Game” Triple H in hopes to regain his WWE Championship. Unfortunately, Randy loses another championship match against his former Evolution associate.
As Randy gradually strolls toward his belongings, many superstars back away to let him through. He stopped directly in front of his locker and glanced briefly to the ground before sitting down n a chair. These last few weeks have been the worse for Randy, losing match after match is not the reason he signed a long extension to stay with the WWE. Now Randy was slowly having second thoughts about being in the WWE. Maybe it was time for him to hang up his wrestling boots.
Randy didn’t even bother getting undressed from his wrestling gear. He picked up his duffle bag, placed it over his shoulder and left the locker room. Gradually the tattooed male made his way toward the exit of the arena.
“Randy!”
Out of curiosity, Randy turned at the sound of his name to find John Cena approaching him. He sighed roughly, “What do you want?”
“I saw your match with Paul. Just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry… I know how much you wanted to win the championship… and…”
Immediately Randy cut John off and lightly snaps, “Look, John, I don’t need your sympathy… now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to finish leaving.”
John frowns at the other wrestler’s words as his eyes scanned his figure to find that he’s still dressed in his trunks. As long as John has known Randy, he’s never left the arena in his wrestling gear. So he couldn’t help but ask, “If you’re leaving the building than why aren’t you in your street clothes?”
Randy sighs impatiently, “I didn’t feel like putting them on. I guess I’m just too tired…” He looked to the ground for a brief moment before looking at John. He bit on his bottom lip and timidly asked, “H-has there ever been a time in your career where you just felt like throwing in the towel?”
Instant worry filled John’s eyes at the hum of Randy’s inquiry. Instead of answering he counters with a few questions of his own. “W-why? You’re not thinking of quitting, are you?”
John grew even more concern when Randy doesn’t reply to him. Gently he placed one hand around the other man’s arm and begs, “Please. Don’t do this, Randy. So, you lost a few matches…”
“They weren’t just a few matches, John. They were important. And I…” Randy exhales profoundly before shaking his head and adding, “Just forget it. I mean, how could you understand anyways. You’re John “fucking” Cena and I… I’ll never be as big as you or Triple H or Chris Jericho… now that I’ve lost the WWE Championship… I have this feeling that my career will only go downhill instead of up…so I’m quitting before that’s had a chance to happen.”
John didn’t have a chance to say anything before Randy turned and quickly left the building. He had to find a way to get Randy to change his mind. If he quits than he’ll regret it for the rest of his life. Only because John knew how much wrestling meant to Randy.