WWE Fan Fiction ❯ Truth Be Told ❯ Chapter 2
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By: TheAyslum 
Non Anime: WWE Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Suspense | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.23.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 171 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: WWE Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Suspense | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.23.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 171 | 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: 2/?
Anthony grumbled beneath his breath as he departs from Valentino’s house, going to North America was the last thing he had planned to do. Hopefully finding Ross Callaghan wouldn’t take too long and he could return to Europe as soon as possible. He still had a lot of unfinished business here especially with Alexander Hamliton. He wasn’t going to let that old bastard get away with accusing him of Charlotte’s death. He took one step forward away from Valentino’s doorstep, only to be scared shitless by an unexpected firm touch on his shoulder. Anthony turns to find familiar facial features that belonged to a dark haired man, immediately he pulled out a loaded handgun that was cozy in a holster on his side.
The longhaired Canadian questioned heatedly as he gradually pointed the weapon at the other man. “Why did you follow me?”
“You and I both know that I’ve never really been a fan of Alexander. I’ve been looking to get away from his clan for ages,” said the dark haired male as he raises his hands slightly, showing that he came in peace.
Anthony stared at him for a long moment before hesitantly returning the gun to where it belonged as he asked, “How can I be sure that you’re not setting me up, Andrew? After all you are one of Hamliton‘s cronies.”
The ‘familiar’ dark features belonged to a born New Yorker by the name of Andrew Chambers. His family turned their backs on him at the age of seventeen after finding out that he had spent all of his college money on sacks of cocaine. He blamed his sister Rebecca for being a daddy’s girl and telling their father everything. It eventually got him sent to a juvenile detention center until the age of twenty-one, but thanks to a well-known trouble maker in the center named Calumn King; he managed to escape at eighteen. Andrew fled North America with King and made a brand new life in Europe as Alexander Hamliton’s right hand man. Andrew was a well known assassin throughout the continent and people feared him.
“Well, are you going to answer me or not, Andrew?” asked Anthony impatiently. He really didn’t have no time to be wasting. The quicker he could find Ross, the better it would be for him.
Andrew promised with a sigh, “You can trust me. If I screw up than you have my permission to put a bullet through my heart.”
A bitter laugh echoes from the blond Canadian as he made his way a bit close to the other man. He speaks above a threatening whisper, “If I find out that you’re fucking me. Trust me, it’ll be the last mistake that you ever make. I will rip off your balls and shove them down your throat. You got it?”
Andrew swallows hard and nods, “Yes, sir.” He exhales profoundly before hesitantly adding, “So I heard that you’re working for Valentino Nervetti, now.”
“Yeah and he’s already got a mission for me,” Anthony growls.
”May I ask what that “mission” is or do I want to know?”
“I’ve got to travel to North America and find Ross Callaghan for him. Apparently he killed someone close in his family years ago and now Valentino decides to get revenge. Why they waited so god damn long, I haven’t the slightest clue. I hate that I’m being dragged into this shit and plus, I don’t know who I’m looking for!” Anthony explained, trying his best to keep calm.
A sudden smirk makes its way onto Andrew’s face at the mention of Ross Callaghan, he didn’t hesitate to speak, “Well, it’s a good thing that I came along because I know Ross personally. So if you need help finding Callaghan than I‘ll be glad to travel to North America with you. Well that‘s only if you want me to, Anthony, I‘m not going to push.”
“And I can trust you?” Anthony asked as he glared into Andrew’s eyes for a long time.
Gradually, Andrew extends his hand and nods, “You can trust me.”
The Canadian glanced down for a long second before connecting his hand to the other man’s. He shakes it once as he speaks, “Okay, just remember, don’t fuck me.”
“Aye, captain,” said Andrew as he playfully salutes Anthony.
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Crowds of people throughout the city limits of Atlanta, Georgia turned their heads as loud sounds of Heavy Metal echoed from a cherry red 1976 Mustang convertible. They observed carefully as the vehicle zoomed down the road and paralleled parked in front of a local café. The driver door opens and out stepped a gorgeous blond man with back length hair, holy jeans and a ripped up AC/DC t-shirt proudly gracing his muscular chest. His arms were large and sunglasses covered his sapphire eyes. The man chuckles with confidence as a few young girls standing nearby on the sidewalk stared at him with lust pouring from their eyes. He winks at the adolescent girls before turning and walking into the restaurant.
A smile instantly made its way onto his face as a familiar person happened to be in the same building. His old wrestling colleague. Lance Storm.
“Lance.”
The Canadian glanced up from his plate of grits and eggs to find the warm smile that belonged to his friend, Chris Irvine. He stands from his seat and hugs the other man. “Chris, it’s so good to see you. I thought after all those tours in Japan and Germany. I’d never see you again. So, what brings you to Georgia?”
Chris pulls out a chair, causing a squeak to randomly be heard throughout the restaurant. He laughs briefly before sitting down across from Lance. “Work. I got a call from a man name Eric Bischoff to come meet him at the WCW headquarters here in Atlanta. I got hungry, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt anything if I stopped and grabbed a bite to eat. Fortunately, I ran into you here.”
“Small world, huh?” said Lance with a mouth full of food.
Chris grabbed the menu, which was typed on a white sheet of paper. His eyes scan the items as he speaks, “I hope this Eric guy will be much better to work with than ECW and Paul Heyman. I feel like I’m getting nowhere. You know, one of my dreams is to wrestle for Vince McMahon and the WWF. I just hope everything I’ve been doing will be worth it.”
Lance shined a confident smile, “It will. You just wait and see. You’re going to become the biggest thing in pro-wrestling.”
Chris laughs at that before turning to a waitress and ordering three scrambled eggs, toast and hash browns with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
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Chris stretched as he threw his napkin onto the empty plate in front of him and gently pats his stomach. “I never knew Southern food could taste so good. I guess I was more hungry than I thought.” He sighs before glancing up at a clock on the wall nearby as he stands from his seat. “I should be going. I don’t want to be late for my meeting with Eric Bischoff.”
Lance nods, “Okay. Good luck, Chris.”
“Thanks,” said Chris with a smile. He turns and immediately runs right into an elder man with long dark hair, a goat tee and dressed as if he could be a pirate or something. Chris apologizes, “I’m sorry. I…”
“It’s okay. I should’ve watched where I was going…”
Chris observed as the dark haired stranger dusted himself off before smirking with amusement. “So, pops…” Chris tugs at the man’s apparel and questioned, “I didn’t realize it was Halloween. What’s with the pirate get up?”
The stranger raised his eyebrow at the word “pops”, but doesn’t bother to answer, instead he changes the subject by offering his hand and introducing himself, “Ross Callaghan.”
Hesitantly, Chris connects his hand with Ross’ and asked yet another question, “And how may I help you?”
“You maybe the man that I’m looking for…”
Chris narrowed his eyes at Ross’ words, he had no idea who the hell this man was or what he wanted. The only thing that Chris knew was that he’s late meeting Eric. He cursed underneath his breath as he watched the time on the clock nearby slip away before looking at Ross with disappointed eyes. “Do you realize what you just cost me?”
“It doesn’t matter…”
Chris frowns, “What do you mean by “it doesn’t matter“? You just cost me a chance to become one of the biggest stars in pro-wrestling. That is what you just cost me.”
Ross sighs, “I need your help to search for my daughter. Her life is at stake and she’s more important than fame.”
“But I don’t know you or your daughter, so how can I help?” said Chris with confusion.
Ross stared at the young blond for a long moment before spitting out. “You’re Chris Irvine, right?”
Chris lifts a surprised eyebrow and nervously asked, “H-how did you know my name?”
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: 2/?
Anthony grumbled beneath his breath as he departs from Valentino’s house, going to North America was the last thing he had planned to do. Hopefully finding Ross Callaghan wouldn’t take too long and he could return to Europe as soon as possible. He still had a lot of unfinished business here especially with Alexander Hamliton. He wasn’t going to let that old bastard get away with accusing him of Charlotte’s death. He took one step forward away from Valentino’s doorstep, only to be scared shitless by an unexpected firm touch on his shoulder. Anthony turns to find familiar facial features that belonged to a dark haired man, immediately he pulled out a loaded handgun that was cozy in a holster on his side.
The longhaired Canadian questioned heatedly as he gradually pointed the weapon at the other man. “Why did you follow me?”
“You and I both know that I’ve never really been a fan of Alexander. I’ve been looking to get away from his clan for ages,” said the dark haired male as he raises his hands slightly, showing that he came in peace.
Anthony stared at him for a long moment before hesitantly returning the gun to where it belonged as he asked, “How can I be sure that you’re not setting me up, Andrew? After all you are one of Hamliton‘s cronies.”
The ‘familiar’ dark features belonged to a born New Yorker by the name of Andrew Chambers. His family turned their backs on him at the age of seventeen after finding out that he had spent all of his college money on sacks of cocaine. He blamed his sister Rebecca for being a daddy’s girl and telling their father everything. It eventually got him sent to a juvenile detention center until the age of twenty-one, but thanks to a well-known trouble maker in the center named Calumn King; he managed to escape at eighteen. Andrew fled North America with King and made a brand new life in Europe as Alexander Hamliton’s right hand man. Andrew was a well known assassin throughout the continent and people feared him.
“Well, are you going to answer me or not, Andrew?” asked Anthony impatiently. He really didn’t have no time to be wasting. The quicker he could find Ross, the better it would be for him.
Andrew promised with a sigh, “You can trust me. If I screw up than you have my permission to put a bullet through my heart.”
A bitter laugh echoes from the blond Canadian as he made his way a bit close to the other man. He speaks above a threatening whisper, “If I find out that you’re fucking me. Trust me, it’ll be the last mistake that you ever make. I will rip off your balls and shove them down your throat. You got it?”
Andrew swallows hard and nods, “Yes, sir.” He exhales profoundly before hesitantly adding, “So I heard that you’re working for Valentino Nervetti, now.”
“Yeah and he’s already got a mission for me,” Anthony growls.
”May I ask what that “mission” is or do I want to know?”
“I’ve got to travel to North America and find Ross Callaghan for him. Apparently he killed someone close in his family years ago and now Valentino decides to get revenge. Why they waited so god damn long, I haven’t the slightest clue. I hate that I’m being dragged into this shit and plus, I don’t know who I’m looking for!” Anthony explained, trying his best to keep calm.
A sudden smirk makes its way onto Andrew’s face at the mention of Ross Callaghan, he didn’t hesitate to speak, “Well, it’s a good thing that I came along because I know Ross personally. So if you need help finding Callaghan than I‘ll be glad to travel to North America with you. Well that‘s only if you want me to, Anthony, I‘m not going to push.”
“And I can trust you?” Anthony asked as he glared into Andrew’s eyes for a long time.
Gradually, Andrew extends his hand and nods, “You can trust me.”
The Canadian glanced down for a long second before connecting his hand to the other man’s. He shakes it once as he speaks, “Okay, just remember, don’t fuck me.”
“Aye, captain,” said Andrew as he playfully salutes Anthony.
+++
Crowds of people throughout the city limits of Atlanta, Georgia turned their heads as loud sounds of Heavy Metal echoed from a cherry red 1976 Mustang convertible. They observed carefully as the vehicle zoomed down the road and paralleled parked in front of a local café. The driver door opens and out stepped a gorgeous blond man with back length hair, holy jeans and a ripped up AC/DC t-shirt proudly gracing his muscular chest. His arms were large and sunglasses covered his sapphire eyes. The man chuckles with confidence as a few young girls standing nearby on the sidewalk stared at him with lust pouring from their eyes. He winks at the adolescent girls before turning and walking into the restaurant.
A smile instantly made its way onto his face as a familiar person happened to be in the same building. His old wrestling colleague. Lance Storm.
“Lance.”
The Canadian glanced up from his plate of grits and eggs to find the warm smile that belonged to his friend, Chris Irvine. He stands from his seat and hugs the other man. “Chris, it’s so good to see you. I thought after all those tours in Japan and Germany. I’d never see you again. So, what brings you to Georgia?”
Chris pulls out a chair, causing a squeak to randomly be heard throughout the restaurant. He laughs briefly before sitting down across from Lance. “Work. I got a call from a man name Eric Bischoff to come meet him at the WCW headquarters here in Atlanta. I got hungry, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt anything if I stopped and grabbed a bite to eat. Fortunately, I ran into you here.”
“Small world, huh?” said Lance with a mouth full of food.
Chris grabbed the menu, which was typed on a white sheet of paper. His eyes scan the items as he speaks, “I hope this Eric guy will be much better to work with than ECW and Paul Heyman. I feel like I’m getting nowhere. You know, one of my dreams is to wrestle for Vince McMahon and the WWF. I just hope everything I’ve been doing will be worth it.”
Lance shined a confident smile, “It will. You just wait and see. You’re going to become the biggest thing in pro-wrestling.”
Chris laughs at that before turning to a waitress and ordering three scrambled eggs, toast and hash browns with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
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Chris stretched as he threw his napkin onto the empty plate in front of him and gently pats his stomach. “I never knew Southern food could taste so good. I guess I was more hungry than I thought.” He sighs before glancing up at a clock on the wall nearby as he stands from his seat. “I should be going. I don’t want to be late for my meeting with Eric Bischoff.”
Lance nods, “Okay. Good luck, Chris.”
“Thanks,” said Chris with a smile. He turns and immediately runs right into an elder man with long dark hair, a goat tee and dressed as if he could be a pirate or something. Chris apologizes, “I’m sorry. I…”
“It’s okay. I should’ve watched where I was going…”
Chris observed as the dark haired stranger dusted himself off before smirking with amusement. “So, pops…” Chris tugs at the man’s apparel and questioned, “I didn’t realize it was Halloween. What’s with the pirate get up?”
The stranger raised his eyebrow at the word “pops”, but doesn’t bother to answer, instead he changes the subject by offering his hand and introducing himself, “Ross Callaghan.”
Hesitantly, Chris connects his hand with Ross’ and asked yet another question, “And how may I help you?”
“You maybe the man that I’m looking for…”
Chris narrowed his eyes at Ross’ words, he had no idea who the hell this man was or what he wanted. The only thing that Chris knew was that he’s late meeting Eric. He cursed underneath his breath as he watched the time on the clock nearby slip away before looking at Ross with disappointed eyes. “Do you realize what you just cost me?”
“It doesn’t matter…”
Chris frowns, “What do you mean by “it doesn’t matter“? You just cost me a chance to become one of the biggest stars in pro-wrestling. That is what you just cost me.”
Ross sighs, “I need your help to search for my daughter. Her life is at stake and she’s more important than fame.”
“But I don’t know you or your daughter, so how can I help?” said Chris with confusion.
Ross stared at the young blond for a long moment before spitting out. “You’re Chris Irvine, right?”
Chris lifts a surprised eyebrow and nervously asked, “H-how did you know my name?”