Forever And Always
Chapter One: Accidents happen

A/N:A lot of readers have been asking for a sequel, therefore, I have decided to create one! Rather soon isn't it? I just couldn't help myself :D

Eight Years Later.

Am I still your charm, or I am just bad luck?

"I will become Heavyweight Champion," his green eyes intensified, as his forehead leaned against his enemy, Ted DiBiase Jr. Sweat dripped from both of their foreheads, after an intense tag match where both were forced to go against two monsters. Both angrily stood in a trance, as the crowd chanted the 'boos' and the 'woos'. Moreover to the fourth-generation superstar, Tyler Orton. He was the 'face' of the match, all the fans were for him. The segment ended, and Ted found himself leaving the ring. His stare down with Tyler hyped the fans up for No Way Out. And, the cameras went off, ending another episode of Monday Night Raw.

Tyler raised his hands in the air, as the crowd cheered him on. The fans always seemed to make him feel happy, but upset alll at once. The strong passion - wrestling - was no longer in him. It had been gone, and he didn't understand why. He had been in the business for nearly ten years. His father, surprisingly was still involved in the business too, along with his best friend. There was something missing, the spark of wrestling. And, he didn't know if it could ever get lit up again. His mind was abstracted from the ring, and outside responsibilities.

After his minutes of fame, Tyler left the ring, and went backstage. Strutting down the hall, he found his I-pod in that special hiding place near the corner, and placed in two ear buds. The music began, and he drifted into his careless thoughts and attitude. He had changed, possibly for the worst. Although more responsibilities lay on the table for him, he didn't dare to take them seriously.

"Hey," A deep voice interrupted his thoughts, "What are you doing?!"

Tyler lifted his gaze up to the tall man, "Sorry, pops. I was just.. thinking."

Randy sighed, putting an arm around his son's shoulder.

"You can do that in the locker-room. Lorraine is waiting for you."

Tyler nodded, "Why did you leave her alone?"

"Do you honestly think I would leave her alone?" Randy shook his head, "I'm not stupid."

"True," he turned off his I-pod, as the two continued to walk down the corridor. Randy could sense the confusion and hurt mixed in his son. This made him quite upset too, after all, it was his son who had changed to a slacker. A person he didn't recognize at all, because four years ago, he was the happiest man alive. Then, it all changed.

"Want me to take Lorraine to the hotel early? She can hang out with John and I. It isn't a big deal."

Tyler stared at his father, "Why?"

"You look exhausted, Tyler." He continued, "Maybe you just need time alone."

Alone.

The word upset him even more. That was how he felt, alone.

"I want her," Tyler choked out, "Didn't you say she's waiting for me?"

Randy ran his fingers through his short hair, "Yes. But, I don't think she would like to see you this way. I can tell something is pestering you, and I don't want her to be exposed to your random tantrums."

"I am not having tantrums," Tyler gritted his teeth, anger rose through him, "I'm fine."

"You sure?" Both men continued their walk down the hall, "Just get some rest, Tyler. Lorraine won't mind."

He ran a hand through his brunette hair, "Pops. There is nothing wrong."

"Either way, Lorraine isn't staying with you."

Tyler growled inwardly, his father wasn't making it easy for him.

"Whatever. More time for clubbing then."

"Typical," Randy scoffed, disappointed dripped in his voice, "You're incredible."

"Hey!" He rose his hands in surrender, "You gave me the night off from her."

"Just go, Ty."

"I will. Tell her I said 'hello'." And with that, the former WWE Champion passed his father, making his way to his own locker-room.

The night was certainly going to be full of loud music, and booze.

His perfect evening, it was just the way to satisfy him.

"WOOO!" His deep voice yelled, as the music in his car became louder.

It was three in the morning, and the confident being had just gotten out of the full club. The smell of alcohol overpowered his cologne, and his messy hair was tangled with different colors of silly string.

He felt like there was no care in the world for him, the alcohol in his system made him feel loose, and excited.

As he rode down the street, singing with the upbeat music, he seemed to ignore the red light in front of him. His vision was immensely blurry, and his hearing was too distracted with Pitbull's latest hit.

Beeps surrounded the busy dark streets, and the only sound left was of the crashing car which was burning upside down. The flames rose up, as the screams of the other car conductors raced for help.

Inside the scorching vehicle, lay the body of a twenty-eight year old young man.

Mr. Tyler Orton.

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