The Nightstorm (WWE OC story)

Clash of Resilience

The weight of the recent attack by The Shield still hung heavily in the air as I approached Rey Mysterio, my biggest inspiration and friend. We found a moment of respite in the chaotic backstage area, where I expressed my admiration for him and the recent problem with The Authority.

"Rey, I can't believe what we just went through," I said, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and determination.

Mysterio looked at me with a sympathetic gaze, understanding the conflict raging within me. "I know, Ángel. The Shield has caused havoc for so many of us, but we can't let fear consume us. We must find the strength to fight back."

I nodded. "You're right, Rey. I won't let them intimidate me any longer. It's time to take a stand."

We walked together through the backstage area, our minds focused on what we had to do. But before we could reach our destination, we were suddenly attack, it was Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns, the members of The Shield,

Without warning, chaos erupted. Rollins swung a steel chair with brutal force, the impact echoing through the corridor. The metal collided with my skull, sending shockwaves of pain through my entire being. I crumpled to the ground, disoriented and defenseless.

As the world spun in a hazy blur, the merciless assault continued. Rollins, fueled by a sadistic determination, seized the opportunity to unleash his devastating finishing move. The weight of his foot crashed down upon me in a brutal Curb Stomp, crushing any remnants of resistance and then darkness enveloped me.

Slowly after 30 minutes, awareness trickled back into my battered body. Groaning in pain, I pushed myself up from the unforgiving floor. Disoriented and disheveled, I surveyed my surroundings with a sense of urgency. It was then that I noticed the absence of Rey Mysterio, my partner and friend. Dread gnawed at my gut as I realized what happened.

Frantic, I stumbled toward the chaotic scene. Paramedics swarmed around an ambulance, attending to Rey's injuries. The sight struck me like a dagger to the heart. My friend, my ally, had fallen victim to The Shield's merciless onslaught.

As I took my first steps forward, the weight of betrayal and the desire for justice propelled me. Rey Mysterio's injury was a stark reminder of the stakes we were playing for. The battle had become personal, and I would not rest until The Shield and The Authority faced the consequences of their actions.

Fueled by a seething anger and a burning desire for justice, I stormed into the ring, determined to voice my grievances against The Authority and The Shield. The WWE Universe echoed with a mix of anticipation and tension as I grabbed the microphone, ready to speak my truth.

"Enough is enough!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with conviction. "The Authority, The Shield—your reign of terror ends now! You've attacked Daniel Bryan, you've attacked Rey Mysterio, and you've abused the trust of the WWE Universe for far too long!"

As my words reverberated through the arena, a familiar theme song abruptly interrupted my impassioned speech. The Shield's entrance music blared, signaling their ominous presence. Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, and Dean Ambrose emerged from the backstage, their collective aura reeking of arrogance and entitlement.

Before I could react, they pounced on me with relentless ferocity. Blow after blow rained down upon my weary body, intensifying the pain coursing through my veins. The assault was merciless, a chilling reminder of the power they wielded under the protection of The Authority.

Battered and bruised, I struggled to regain my footing, my defiance refusing to waver. Amidst the onslaught, the voice of Triple H pierced through the chaos. He sneered at me, his voice dripping with smug superiority.

"You know, Ángel," he taunted, "we actually see potential in you. You're a talented wrestler. But if you dare to challenge the might of The Authority, expect nothing but suffering. And now, after daring to confront us, I'll make sure to rip that title away from you."

With my body aching and my spirit aflame, determined to defy their oppressive reign. Gritting my teeth, I stared defiantly into Triple H's eyes, refusing to back down.

"I won't let you inflict any more damage on innocent people," I declared, my voice filled with unyielding resolve. "The time for change is now, and...."

But before I could fully grasp the weight of my own words, an all-too-familiar presence emerged from the shadows. Randy Orton, the viper himself, struck with precision and malice, executing a devastating RKO. My body crashed to the mat, aching and battered.

Desperation washed over me as I realized the precariousness of my situation. The thought of losing my title engulfed me, filling me with a sense of dread and helplessness.