WWE Fan Fiction ❯ Truth Be Told ❯ Chapter 1
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By: TheAyslum 
Non Anime: WWE Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Suspense | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.23.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 182 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: WWE Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Suspense | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.23.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 182 | Status: Work In Progress
Truth Be Told
Author: Pearl
Pen Name: The Asylum
Email: Y2JsPearl@yahoo.com
Feedback: Is much loved and appreciated.
Ratings: R
Warnings/Contents: Sexual situations, strong language, murder, blood, drugs, drug lords and violence
Genre: Romance, Drama and Suspense
Characters: Ross Callaghan, Chris Jericho, Lance Storm, Anthony Irvine, Andrew Chambers, Ted Irvine, Samantha Irvine, Valentino Nervetti, Giano Nervetti, Alyssa Caparelli, Jacob Pillar, Stefano Caparelli, Vanessa Caparelli, Max Callaghan, and Vincent Callaghan
Characters mentioned: Eric Bischoff, Paul Heyman, Steve Callaghan, Charlotte Hamliton, Calumn King, Rebecca Chambers and Alexander Hamliton
Disclaimers: All original characters are owned by me. All other characters are either owned by themselves, WWE or TNA.
Distributions: Ask first.
Author’s Note: My role-play group “Wrestling_Love_And_Heartaches” helped inspire this story. Chris Jericho will eventually join the story later on down the line.
Author’s Note #2: Chris is 24 years old in this story and it takes place when he first started out in WCW.
Spoiler: Anthony, Samantha and Chris are triplets.
Summary: After a tragic accident, legendary drug lord, Ross Callaghan is blame for the death of Stefano Caparelli’s daughter. What Stefano does not know, is the truth.
Chapters/Parts: 1/?
-14 years later-
Riffs of a nearby accordion echoes throughout the street markets of Milan, as crowds of people strolled through the slim, narrow paths buying food and clothing from random merchants. One man with long blond hair sneaked a hand full of unpaid berries from a basket into his mouth as he glanced around the area. A moderate smile made its way unto his thin lips as he spotted his destination; A small house wedged between two elevated buildings. He threw his traveling bag over his shoulder and walked until he reached the house’s doorstep. His hand didn’t hesitate to knock. The door opens and he’s greeted with the surprised facial features of an elderly Italian man in his mid-40s.
“Anthony! I didn’t think you’d come,” said the old-timer as he rushed the blond man inside his house and closed the door.
Anthony questioned bitterly, “Not come? Where else would I go, Valentino? Alexander Hamliton kicked me out of his mansion and I had no where else to turn. I certainly won’t travel back to the States or to Canada. My father, the great Ted Irvine, has been on my crap list since he had me sent to Europe. I haven’t forgave Chris for running off to Calgary and leaving me behind with Samantha to become a pro-wrestler, neither.”
Valentino chuckles at Anthony’s last words as he poured two glasses of Brandy. “Yes, yes, I know the story, my dear boy. You must’ve told me a thousand times.”
Anthony sighed to himself before taking the offered glass of Brandy from Valentino, slowly he brought the rim to his mouth to sip. It was only hours ago he had worked for a well-known European drug lord by the name of Alexander Hamliton. He was his employee for months until yesterday night, when he had accused him of causing his daughter, Charlotte to overdose on pain killers. It led up to Alexander firing Anthony and kicking him out of his thirty-eight room Victorian mansion, which was fine and dandy. The Canadian born male decided that maybe he was much better on his own. After all, he had been taking care of himself for a long time thanks to his father disowning him years ago.
The Italian man scratched his chin as he tried his best to read the pokerfaced expression that suddenly appeared on the young blond’s face. “May I ask what you’re thinking about?”
“I shouldn’t have let Alex get to me like that. I should’ve fought more harder for my job, I’m much more stronger than that.” said Anthony as he glanced down at his feet in shame.
Valentino rested a fatherly hand on Anthony’s shoulder. “You have no reason to be mortified. Alexander has always been an arrogant bastard as long as I’ve known him. You will be working for a better team now. The Nervettis are just as legendary in this line of business as the Hamlitons. If you ask me, I think we’re a little bit more experienced. Besides, you came to Italy at the right time…”
Anthony narrowed his brows and didn’t hesitate to ask, “Why do you say that?”
“Stefano Caparelli phoned me and told me the tragic story of how Ross Callaghan murdered his daughter. He has been seeking revenge against the Scottish drug lord for years. Stefano’s daughter also was my kin by marriage and was my son, Giano’s favorite aunt…”
“And you need me to…”
“I need you to find Ross Callaghan. Apparently he has left Europe and made his way to North America.”
Anthony frowns immediately, “No way. I promised that I’d never return to that continent ever. I don’t plan to now…”
“Anthony, please, you know that the Nervettis never leave Italy unless it’s really necessary. We need your help. All you have to do is find Ross and bring him back to Italy to us. I promise you’ll get a wealthy payment. Hell, we’ll even take care of Alexander for you,” begged Valentino as he walked over to pour himself another glass of Brandy.
Anthony stared at the aged Italian for an extended moment, he really didn’t like the idea of going to North America. He didn’t feel like encountering his triplet siblings, Chris and Samantha nor did he feel like coming face-to-face with his father, but if doing this would get rid of Alexander than maybe.
“Well, are you going to do it or not?” asked Valentino with beseeching eyes.
The longhaired Canadian finally gave in with a sigh and nod, “Okay. I’ll do it, but you better keep your end of the deal.”
Valentino smiled, “I’ve never broken a promise.”
Author: Pearl
Pen Name: The Asylum
Email: Y2JsPearl@yahoo.com
Feedback: Is much loved and appreciated.
Ratings: R
Warnings/Contents: Sexual situations, strong language, murder, blood, drugs, drug lords and violence
Genre: Romance, Drama and Suspense
Characters: Ross Callaghan, Chris Jericho, Lance Storm, Anthony Irvine, Andrew Chambers, Ted Irvine, Samantha Irvine, Valentino Nervetti, Giano Nervetti, Alyssa Caparelli, Jacob Pillar, Stefano Caparelli, Vanessa Caparelli, Max Callaghan, and Vincent Callaghan
Characters mentioned: Eric Bischoff, Paul Heyman, Steve Callaghan, Charlotte Hamliton, Calumn King, Rebecca Chambers and Alexander Hamliton
Disclaimers: All original characters are owned by me. All other characters are either owned by themselves, WWE or TNA.
Distributions: Ask first.
Author’s Note: My role-play group “Wrestling_Love_And_Heartaches” helped inspire this story. Chris Jericho will eventually join the story later on down the line.
Author’s Note #2: Chris is 24 years old in this story and it takes place when he first started out in WCW.
Spoiler: Anthony, Samantha and Chris are triplets.
Summary: After a tragic accident, legendary drug lord, Ross Callaghan is blame for the death of Stefano Caparelli’s daughter. What Stefano does not know, is the truth.
Chapters/Parts: 1/?
-14 years later-
Riffs of a nearby accordion echoes throughout the street markets of Milan, as crowds of people strolled through the slim, narrow paths buying food and clothing from random merchants. One man with long blond hair sneaked a hand full of unpaid berries from a basket into his mouth as he glanced around the area. A moderate smile made its way unto his thin lips as he spotted his destination; A small house wedged between two elevated buildings. He threw his traveling bag over his shoulder and walked until he reached the house’s doorstep. His hand didn’t hesitate to knock. The door opens and he’s greeted with the surprised facial features of an elderly Italian man in his mid-40s.
“Anthony! I didn’t think you’d come,” said the old-timer as he rushed the blond man inside his house and closed the door.
Anthony questioned bitterly, “Not come? Where else would I go, Valentino? Alexander Hamliton kicked me out of his mansion and I had no where else to turn. I certainly won’t travel back to the States or to Canada. My father, the great Ted Irvine, has been on my crap list since he had me sent to Europe. I haven’t forgave Chris for running off to Calgary and leaving me behind with Samantha to become a pro-wrestler, neither.”
Valentino chuckles at Anthony’s last words as he poured two glasses of Brandy. “Yes, yes, I know the story, my dear boy. You must’ve told me a thousand times.”
Anthony sighed to himself before taking the offered glass of Brandy from Valentino, slowly he brought the rim to his mouth to sip. It was only hours ago he had worked for a well-known European drug lord by the name of Alexander Hamliton. He was his employee for months until yesterday night, when he had accused him of causing his daughter, Charlotte to overdose on pain killers. It led up to Alexander firing Anthony and kicking him out of his thirty-eight room Victorian mansion, which was fine and dandy. The Canadian born male decided that maybe he was much better on his own. After all, he had been taking care of himself for a long time thanks to his father disowning him years ago.
The Italian man scratched his chin as he tried his best to read the pokerfaced expression that suddenly appeared on the young blond’s face. “May I ask what you’re thinking about?”
“I shouldn’t have let Alex get to me like that. I should’ve fought more harder for my job, I’m much more stronger than that.” said Anthony as he glanced down at his feet in shame.
Valentino rested a fatherly hand on Anthony’s shoulder. “You have no reason to be mortified. Alexander has always been an arrogant bastard as long as I’ve known him. You will be working for a better team now. The Nervettis are just as legendary in this line of business as the Hamlitons. If you ask me, I think we’re a little bit more experienced. Besides, you came to Italy at the right time…”
Anthony narrowed his brows and didn’t hesitate to ask, “Why do you say that?”
“Stefano Caparelli phoned me and told me the tragic story of how Ross Callaghan murdered his daughter. He has been seeking revenge against the Scottish drug lord for years. Stefano’s daughter also was my kin by marriage and was my son, Giano’s favorite aunt…”
“And you need me to…”
“I need you to find Ross Callaghan. Apparently he has left Europe and made his way to North America.”
Anthony frowns immediately, “No way. I promised that I’d never return to that continent ever. I don’t plan to now…”
“Anthony, please, you know that the Nervettis never leave Italy unless it’s really necessary. We need your help. All you have to do is find Ross and bring him back to Italy to us. I promise you’ll get a wealthy payment. Hell, we’ll even take care of Alexander for you,” begged Valentino as he walked over to pour himself another glass of Brandy.
Anthony stared at the aged Italian for an extended moment, he really didn’t like the idea of going to North America. He didn’t feel like encountering his triplet siblings, Chris and Samantha nor did he feel like coming face-to-face with his father, but if doing this would get rid of Alexander than maybe.
“Well, are you going to do it or not?” asked Valentino with beseeching eyes.
The longhaired Canadian finally gave in with a sigh and nod, “Okay. I’ll do it, but you better keep your end of the deal.”
Valentino smiled, “I’ve never broken a promise.”