Think I'm handsome?
AN_ Enjoy and review! Written from John's POV. Next will be from Randy's POV :)
I was backstage with Todd. We were supposed to talk about tonight's Fatal Four Way Match. I looked at the camera.
"Hello." Todd said. I moved my attention to him. "Hi there."
"Tonight, your title is in serious danger. A Fatal Four Way, which basically means you'll be tend to lose your championship. What's your strategy gonna be when you know you got to deal with-"
"Sorry, excuse me." Randy came out of nowhere and Todd left the scene. I put my title aside and stared in his eyes.
"Ehm. Hmm. Okay, John. Check it out. I know we are opponents tonight in that very ring, but check it out. Hear me out." I tilted my head to the side. "What?"
Randy continued. "We have a lot of common, man. We have a lot of common. One: We'are young. Two: We are incredible." He raised his eyebrow slightly. "Handsome." I resisted my urge to laugh him out and remained cool. We are on TV, right?
"Three: We are extremely talented. And it just seems to me that leaves us all more open for resentment from the critics. Guys like Shawn Michaeals, guys like Michaels, they get threated like royalty. While you and I, guys like us get threated like dirt and I won't take take it laying down. So, here's my propose. Tonight, you and I get together. We take out HBK, we take out Edge and that leaves you and I standing together in that ring and then, John, we'll see who the better man is. What do you say?"
I looked at him. Is Randy high or something? He wasn't supposed to say that! Well, I'll play along. Under my rules.
"See who the better man is? You really feel this way?" Randy nodded. "Yes, I do."
Here comes my reply. "So, you really think, that I'm handsome?" Randy stared at me, surprised. "Wait a minute, man. That's not exactly what I meant-!"
I stopped him with my hand. "No, no. You also said, that later on tonight, you wanna get together?"
"B-but I said it like in the ring, man. You know what-!"
I stopped him again. "You said that you're not gonna take it lying down, but your eyes, they tell a different story."
Randy waved with his hands in protest. "Wait, wait, wait. Don't get mad. It's 2007. I'm not a judge of anybody. But I mean you, it works for you. You go to the ring and—" I leaned in and imitated Randy's pose. The audience in the arena screamed. I picked up my title from the floor and faced Randy. "That's just not my thing.". And I left. Randy was furious, that was obvious.
"You think you're funny. You think you're funny, Cena, huh! Well, what pose are you gonna do tonight laying on your back in that ring with me on TOP!" Randy almost swallowed his tongue from anger. Then he saw Ron Simmons behind him. Oh, fuck. He waited for that word. Ron looked at him.
"DAMN!"
Randy shook his head. Fuck that Cena, I'm gonna kill him! He thought as he headed back to his locker room. But, first preparations for their match. John can wait…
TO BE CONTINUED…
Review, that's all I am gonna say. Positive or negative. Your choice. And for those who don't know, this situation takes place in year 2007, at Backlash. You can even find the video on Youtube. But what happens next °evil smirk° is not to John's or Randy's liking.
