Micheal Cole: "And Randy Orton pummeling John Cena with punch after punch this really is something—RKO! John Cena...died."

John Cena, the man, The myth, the legend lay on the mat completely motionless with Randy Orton standing above his prone opponent. This had been a doomed match from the start and it signified the beginning of the end for Monday Night Raw. They had a new challenger laying waste to the best on the roster and no one to stop the Legend Killer. Today was John Cena and tomorrow it was Edge or Roman Reigns—hell even the commentators weren't safe. Many feared the Viper knowing the destruction he posed and flaunted every single match. Orton slumped between the middle rope and walked to the commentators area causing Micheal Cole and Corey Graves to roll their chairs back. Luckily for them it was only to grab a mic soothing their fearful expressions when he turned his back and entered the ring once more.

Randy Orton: "You see that man laying down before me? That's your legend, and now he's a dead man. Don't expect to seem him anymore on this roster—and you won't be seeing a lot more people on this roster. So I'm gonna ask this to the locker room. Who's next...that's what I thought, you lot are too much of puss-"

But before the Viper could finish that PG forsaken line, the lights within the arena dimmed before shining an exuberant gold color. They began flashing along with silver and purple, signs of royalty, power, and victory to the Ancient Romans. Music cued first sounding as if a glitch before the music began causing the crowd to go wild. [Gold By Imagine Dragons]. Straight from the MMA and New Japan Pro Wrestling scene was the one and only, fan-favorite...Y/N L/N!!!

The wrestler came out in flashy style, jumping up and down whilst performing various card tricks with a fresh deck. Shuffling them in his hands he continued until they disappeared in one big crunch of magic. Y/N threw his hands up before theatrically bowing to the ring. He jogged the rest of the way, never breaking eye contact with Randy, establishing his dominance as the predator.

Y/N leaped over the top rope and backed up into his turnbuckle before grabbing a mic from a ring-side worker. He walked closer and closer to Randy Orton, the Viper, not a hint of fear in his eye as they faced off.

Y/N L/N: "You wanted the next person Orton? Well that's me. So we can either fight right now or you can slither your slimy snake arse right out of this ring."

Randy Orton: "Well I think-"

Y/N L/N: "It doesn't matter what you think!"

The crowd erupted in a fit of cheers and overall hype in the experience they witnessed. A newcomer to WWE putting Randy Orton to shame and angering the otherwise calm and collected Legend Killer. Most were worried for Y/N though—his career outta end before it even began. But not for the IGWP Heavyweight Champion.

Y/N and Randy simultaneously threw their microphones down and circled each other with the crowd continuing to pour in their liveliness into spectating the soon to be spectacular standoff. Y/N struck first and began throwing punch after punch at Randy forcing him on the defensive. Randy managed to push his opponent off of him and kick the Carnival Spade in the face forcing both to back off of each other. Y/N attacked first going for a Carnival Knee Drive to Randy's face. But in seconds he was in the air due to a Snap Scoop Up. Then just like he hit the mat in a Power Slam causing him to writhe in pain and scramble for the rope. The Viper had other intentions though, grabbing Y/N's locks of H/C and snatching him to his feet. He flung Y/N towards the ropes causing him to rebound after it as Randy went for a Spear—right over it his opponent went though with Y/N spreading his legs in the air to avoid the attack.

Y/N retaliated, running at Orton and delivering a Carnival Knee Drive to Randy's nose, sending him stumbling back a little bloodied from the attack. It didn't take long for both of them to engage in a duel of fisticuffs trading blow for blow as they hammered each other with punches like jackhammers. Y/N managed to lift the Viper up into the air before grabbing him by his torso and slamming him to the mat in a Jack Black (German Suplex). He retreated towards the nearest turnbuckle as Orton recovered, only to be practically cut in half by a Spear into the turnbuckle.

The Carnival Spade was beginning to become tired causing him to stay there in a Spear position, his shoulder still digging into Orton's torso. But Randy didn't care as he began smashing his elbow into his opponent's head giving Y/N a distinct ringing sound in his head. Y/N managed to back away and perform the Spear into the turnbuckle a second time on Randy—a terrible idea on his part. Randy grabbed Y/N by the neck slamming him into the ropes near them before executing a European Uppercut. He wasn't done though grabbing Y/N's arm and between his legs.

Corey Graves: "Oh no! Bad news for Y/N! This may be the final move."

Micheal Cole: "No! No, this match is over! Olympic Slam!"

Y/N hit the mat once more and scrambled to lift his stinging, red back. The wrestler rolled away on his back close to the ropes right by the body of John Cena. Y/N managed to get up by miracle and in a heavy sweat he shakily got onto his hands and knees, Randy on the other hand seemed to be readying for something devastating and everyone knew exactly what was going to happen next.

Micheal Cole: "Y/N Get out of there!"

Corey Graves: "It's gonna be a flipping, Punt Kick. Oh shiiiii-"

Randy sprinted for Y/N full speed and as he prepared to kick his opponent into oblivion, he was grabbed by his heel and dragged back by none other than John Cena. He still had some fight left in him and began to punch Orton senseless until he was dazed enough for John Cena to grab him by the arm and deliver a Fisherman Suplex to the Legend Killer. The crowd went wild as Cena continued to stomp on Orton with no intention of stopping until Randy Orton grabbed his foot, pushing him back before delivering a Drop Kick. John Cena was down once more.

But once Orton turned around he found no sight of Y/N who preyed behind him a new set table behind Y/N. They both ran at each other and at the same time hit each other in the chin with a Drop Kick. Y/N managed to wear off the dazing feeling first but continued to pretend to be unconscious. Randy Orton got up and spectated Y/N before deducing he was nearly gone. He went for a Garvin Stomp only for Y/N to sit up catching Randy Orton's foot. The arena erupted like a volcano full of crazy kids. Y/N pushed the foot back like Randy did to Cena and kicked him in the face forcing the Viper to turn his head as he fell to the mat on his knees. The Spade capitalized and grabbed Orton by his torso causing everyone to chant 'Orton's Dead'

Crowd: "Orton's Dead! Orton's Dead! Orton's Dead!"

Micheal Cole: "The crowd knows it and we know it! Randy Orton is about to die!"

Y/N skillfully maneuvered his famed Ace Slam (Chaos Theory) into the table he set up, causing Randy to lay there seemingly limp while Y/N let go on the Two count too tired to continue the bridge at the end. The Spade managed to get up and stood before The Viper watching him simply lay there. But out of nowhere, an RKO!

He simply laid on the mat face first allowing Randy to flip him over and go for the cover pin.

3!
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2!
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1!

🛎 🛎 🛎!!!

The crowd cheered at the amazing match they just witnessed with both Champions licking their wounds as they limped out of the ring, physically beaten up.

Announcer: "Here is your winner, Randyyyyyy Ortonnnn!"

I hear voices in my head
They council me
They understand
They talk to me...

Y/N entered the backstage area where many superstars greeted the instant fan-favorite on the roster. The champion sauntered over to his group of friends he had met along his road from youth, to high school, to wrestling and UFC.

Drew McIntyre
Ronda Rousey
Matt Riddle
Street Profits

Angelo Dawkins: "Man, why didn't you tell us you were coming to RAW?"

Y/N L/N: "Well you know how it goes—I. Well you see—."

Ronda Rousey: "Lighten up on him Jello, you know how Hunter is."

Angelo Dawkins: "Stop calling me that, Ronda."

Matt Riddle: "That's besides the point though. Great match bro. How's UFC been since I left?"

Y/N L/N: "A lot better."

Everyone had a nice laugh at the joke and continued questioning Y/N about his health and how things have been since they last saw him. Life had been especially tough since his brother died a year ago but he's been fighting to keep things going more than ever, ever since. The group of 6 made their way to the catering area where the larger sum of wrestlers were. Soon Angelo and Montez had to leave for their Tag Team match against the Usos and it was simply Y/N and Drew conversing.

Drew McIntyre: "Well that sure was one hell of a match huh. Looks like you learned a thing or two from me."

Y/N L/N: "Drew, the most I learned from you is how to hold a sword correctly. I wouldn't even call that useful."

Drew McIntyre: "Yeah, yeah whatever. And I see you copied my hair."

Y/N L/N: "..."

Drew McIntyre: "What?"

Y/N L/N: "I've always had long hair!"

Drew McIntyre: "Oh yeah...anyways how did you even get here anyways."

Y/N L/N: "Pestering Hunter for 5 weeks did help I suppose. By the way how's-"

???: "Y/N?"

Y/N turned his head to look at the mystery person who happened to be none other than a childhood friend of his during his youth, and his best friend from the performance center.