Title: Old Playmate
Rating: T
Summary: After draft night was over, Randy was far from a happy camper
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no harm is meant.
Beta: None, all mistakes are mine.
A/N: Set the night of the draft. I didn't want to write it but it wouldn't go away. It'll be two parts but the second one isn't turning out the way I wanted it to so it may be a moment.
"Randy, hey Randy. I don't think that's such a good idea." With the other man's current pace, Evan had to go from walking to jogging in order to keep up with him.
To say the viper was pissed would be an understatement. The man was livid, practically ready to explode on the spot. Grey blue eyes darkening a shade or two and clouding with anger. Large hands balled tightly at his side as he stalked through the corridors. He was a man on a mission. Seek and destroy one Adam "Edge" Copeland.
"Seriously Randy, maybe you should-" The high-flyer was cut short when the man in question rounded back on him all but slamming him up against the wall. The intensity of Orton's glare causing his heart to speed up and his stomach to bottom out near his feet.
"Maybe you should run along and let grown folks handle a little business," the older man replied in a calm yet deadly tone. He was so close that Evan was crouched over, arms up guarding his face as he tried not to take a breath and anger the big guy further.
After staring down at the kid a second longer, Randy took off continuing his search of the man who ruined his night.
Meanwhile, Evan slowly straightened his back as he let go of the breath he was holding. Relieved that he wasn't used as practice, the younger man filled his lungs with air as he took a shaky step forward. Chocolate brown eyes following the angry viper's movements until he turned a corner.
Crew members, wrestlers and divas alike, either shrank away or ran to hide in a spare locker room until the danger passed. No doubt throwing out any plans of showering at the arena as they hurriedly packed their shit and got the hell out of there. Maybe someone should warn the Rated "R" Superstar to do the same.
"Damn it" Evan sighed in frustration as he kicked the open air.
Now he had to go find John.
Never once did it don on Randy that the kid might go running to John, only to happy to be rid of the annoying brat.
Cena was probably the only one who could abort this mission or be dumb enough to try. Okay, so maybe you could add the high-flyer to that last list but you also saw how well that went, right?
So hellbent on finding Edge, Randy never noticed the people around him tripping over each other trying to get out of his way. The expression on his face may have been deceptively blank but every other bit of his body language gave him away.
That Rated "R" son of a bitch was somewhere around here, Randy could just feel it. Not hiding, no, Edge was too much of an opportunist. It wasn't like him to cause drama and not stick around for the results, or at least try and make matters worse.
Orton's best bet was to find Christian, Mr. Captain Charisma.
Captain fuck face was more like it.
The two lovers were probably laughing at Randy's expense. Hell, they'd probably planned this stunt together. What better way to get their rocks off this last time than to screw Randy out of a title shot. To top the night off, the animal was the one to pin him.
The fucking animal. Talk about humiliation.
He'd deal with Batista later but right now he needed to have a little talk with his old playmate.
Though John had watched the match, watched Edge spear his lover into the mat, then watched Batista get the pin, he hadn't counted on his lover planning to rearrange Edge's face right after RAW.
He should have known better, right? Yeah.
The banging on the door to his private locker room pulled him out of his peaceful reverie. Ending the call with his mom on a hurried promise to call her back, the champ made his way to the door, just a tad bit upset. The urgency behind the pounding meant he was probably about to encounter a problem. There went his plans for the evening.
The second the door was opened, a sweaty, wide eyed Evan instantly started mumbling something about Randy about to make a mistake with a few colorful suggestions about Edge thrown into the mix.
"Slow down, slow down," John chuckled holding up his hands to get the brunette to stop talking. "One word at a time, kid."
"Randy's going after Edge, I tried to stop him but...but he wouldn't exactly listen to me and-"
"Evan, man, slow down and breath." John reached out placing his hands on the younger man's shoulders trying to calm him. He'd heard what the kid said but he didn't want to deal with a hyper-ventilating friend on top of the shit his lover was about the pull.
He waited until it seemed the smaller man had his breathing under control until he repeated his words, extra confirmation never hurt.
"You said Randy was going after Edge."
"Yeah, he said he would snap his neck clean and this time there would be no glorious return." Evan rushed out in one breath.
John actually laughed.
"What the hell is so funny? Randy's about to get himself suspended or fired or worse and your laughing." Evan asked incredulously, cheeks flush with his own anger as he turned to stomp off. If John wouldn't help then he'd just go find Vince.
"Relax." John sighed as he ran a hand over his face. "Shit."
Shooing Evan back into the hallway, he stepped out closing the door. He knew he needed to find Christian if he wanted to find either of the other men.
"You don't happen to know where Christian is, do you?"
