The Real Truth Behind Wrestling

"Hey Orton, wake up."

"Err… Jesus," Randy said sounding extremely tired, "Alright, I will just for you, you know I spoil you."

"Oh I know, but just shut up and kiss me," his love said as they jumped onto Randy Orton's specially designed 100 goose feathered bed and had a nice, passionate, hardcore Frenchy.

"Dam, that was good, have I ever told you what a bloody brilliant kisser you are?" he paused and watched his lover smile and have a small giggle, "Hey, what's the time honey?" Randy Orton asked his mystery love seductively and then smiled sweetly at them.

"Oh, how can I resist you and that gorgeous voice," the unknown love replied, "its 10.45am, you slept in for quite a while today and you still look exhausted. Surely all the hardcore sex we had last night wasn't too much for you to handle. Hmmm, we'd better cut back on that then shouldn't we?"

Laughing, he casually replied, "Nah, it wasn't that, and anyway, I like a challenge."

"Ahuh," rolling their eyes, "well, let's be serious for a moment," they paused briefly, then quickly added "don't worry, I know it's hard, but it will only be for a minute" based on the self-proclaimed Legend Killer's expression of horror. "You look like you didn't have an ounce of sleep last night."

"Yeah, I couldn't fall to sleep. I kept on having this horrible recurring dream," Orton said as he rubbed his slightly bloodshot eyes.

"You mean a nightmare?"

"Yeah, it was a nightmare alright."

"What was it about?" The mysterious lover asked curiously.

Turning around, to break eye contact with his love, Randy drifted back into his complex mind full of twists and turns and eventually found what he was looking for there. There in front him was his mystifying love with tears slowly forming in their hazel eyes, his personal referee, Nick Patrick looking extremely dumbfounded, and of course, himself, in a place that he wasn't quite sure its whereabouts were, but it still felt familiar.

"Randy! How could you? I trusted you! I loved you! And yet you still did this to me. I have made countless scarifies for you so we could be together!" Shouted the outraged love, "I broke up with my own spouse to be with you!"

"I… I…" Orton stuttered.

"You what?" Screeched the lover.

"I… I'm sorry!" Randy yelled, "I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry I never stopped this from happening, I'm sorry you found out…"

"Sorry? You're sorry? Actually sorry?"

"Yes! I –"

"–No, no, let me get this straight, you, Randy Keith Orton, the so called 'Legend Killer', the youngest World Heavy Weight Champion of the World is sorry for what? Hurting me? Oh no, no, no. Hurting me was only the beginning. You took my broken heart, glued it back together, just to go get a hammer and smash it up into thousands of little pieces more than what it was when we met." The pissed off lover viciously hissed at Orton.

"I –"

"Wait, Randy, are you telling me that you never told, umm…" Nick Patrick asked Randy slowly.

"NO! The asshole never told me any of this BS!" shouted the now ex- lover of Randy Orton.

"I was going to!" Randy defensively yelled, "I just…" he paused, "never got around to it."

"And when were you going to get around to this Mr Orton? You never were going to you dirty liar. My mother knew you were bad news, but I told her I was in love. I left my own family to be with you, and for what? For you to cheat on me with someone you work with and someone I work with too?" screamed the lover as they spun around and stormed off into the distance muttering and swearing.

"Don't go! I'm sorry! Please! Come back!" Randy yelled to his ex-love as he collapsed onto his knees begging for them to return and covering his sorry face.

"Randy? Randy?" his lover asked over and over again until Orton regained conscious. "Randy! Are you ok?"

"Err… what just happened" Orton asked holding his head.

"You passed out honey, you were going to tell me what you're nightmare was about and you just suddenly passed out! Oh Randall, I was so worried!" his love said as their arms clasped around his wide, manly shoulders. "I suppose I should re-call 911 and cancel the ambulance I sent for you based on how you're fine, right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm Randy Freakin' Orton, so of course I'm fine. Wait, did you say Ambulance?" Orton exclaimed in surprise as sat on top of his comfy bed.

"Yeah, but I didn't really called one like I said, you're so gullible Orton! I knew you'd be fine. You're capable of surviving on your own. You pulled through the rejection from Evolution pretty well," his lover laughed.

"Mmm… I suppose you're right." Orton smiled. "God I love you Mark," Randy said as he stood up and kissed him softly on the lips.

But instead of continuing the passionate kiss, Mark abruptly pushed away, much to Orton's surprise. "Oh I hate that name Randy, do I have to keep telling you not to call me Mark!"

"Sorry," Randy apologised sincerely, "alright, Undertaker."

This is like my 2nd FanFic, but I'm going to pretend it was my 1st

So please be kind, 'because it's my "1st" one

I look forward to your comments

I am partially open minded

Oh, and if you didn't understand the dream, don't worry, it will all become clear soon

And if you're thinking I'm being too harsh on these two for making them gay, well, I thought the gay relationship would make their 'serious' matters together funny.

Anyway, neither of them are gay, Undertaker is Married to some chick called Sara, and Orton is engaged to some chick called Samantha. So this IS just my imagination, and not 100 true like the heading implies.