The Nightstorm (WWE OC story)

Broken Dreams

Sitting in the locker room, a cloud of sadness and frustration enveloped me. The weight of recent events pressed heavily on my shoulders, I felt that in any moment my spirit would be crushed. But deep down, I knew I couldn't allow myself to succumb to despair. I had to rise above it all and take a stand against the Authority.

Summoning my inner resolve, I got up from the bench, determination coursing through my veins. As I walked through the backstage area, my mind filled with thoughts of the injustice that had plagued the WWE. Suddenly, a disturbing sight unfolded before my eyes—Randy Orton attacking Daniel Bryan.

Without a second thought, I rushed to their aid, helping Bryan fend off the assault. As we caught our breath, Bryan turned to me, his eyes filled with appreciation. "I've seen the struggles you've faced, Ángel, but your unwavering spirit has been truly inspiring. You're one of the few who still dares to take a stand."

His words motivated me, I needed to hear something like that. Feeling confident and motivated again. I asked, "What should we do?"

Bryan looked at me, his eyes ablaze with unwavering resolve. "We must disrupt Triple H's speech and confront the Authority head-on," he declared, his voice brimming with unwavering determination.

We made our way through the backstage, driven by a shared purpose. In our way, I saw in the television that Triple H stood in the center of the ring, his voice commanding attention as he basked in the chorus of boos from the crowd.

"Tonight we're going to leave a mark in WWE history," he sneered. "We bear witness to the so-called 'unstoppable force' known as The Shield. Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, and Dean Ambrose, they represent everything that's right with this industry."

The boos grew louder, the audience expressing their disdain for the Authority's chosen favorites. Hunter soaked it in, relishing the hostility before continuing.

"These men are our enforcers, the embodiment of our vision for the future," he declared, emphasizing their loyalty and dominance. "Together, we are shaping the landscape of WWE, bringing order and justice to a chaotic world."

The crowd erupted in boos and jeers, their displeasure with the Authority's manipulation evident. Hunter raised his hand, a smug smile playing on his lips, savoring the negative response.

"But let's not forget, my friends, that the Authority holds the power. We decide who rises and falls, who succeeds and fails," he proclaimed, emphasizing his authority. "With us, the Shield have become unstoppable forces, wreaking havoc and ensuring our reign continues."

The crowd's boos intensified, a collective rejection of the Authority's corrupt influence. 

"So, tonight, let us take a moment to appreciate these exceptional athletes who have been the proud of the Authority" Hunter proclaimed, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns. They have surpassed all expectations and are the future of WWE."

The boos rained down upon Triple H, the crowd voicing their displeasure with his arrogance. I stood there, I couldn't help to feel jealous, deep down, I yearned for the recognition and adulation that they effortlessly commanded. To see them praised as the future of WWE stung like a bitter reminder of my own unfulfilled aspirations.

Bryan and I made our way to the ring. But before we could step foot inside, the Shield launched an attack on us. Their onslaught was relentless, leaving us battered and helpless on the cold, unforgiving floor. Reigns stood ready to deliver the final blow, but Hunter's voice sliced through 

"No, no, no, no. All of you, stop. Put them down!" The Shield obeyed their leader's command, ceasing their assault. Hunter's voice boomed across the arena.