Cody was currently hanging around in the small house in Tampa he bought, finally decided to move a little farther away from home. He still had his old place in Georgia, which he was a few cousins use as home base while he decided to come to Florida. It felt good to be on his own and closer to his friends, seeing that he had been anti-social for the past few weeks or so. He didn't know why, but sometimes, things didn't feel...right on Smackdown. Maybe it was due to the fact that he'd always been on Raw, and only went to Smackdown on visiting terms, with Legacy of course. Now it was different, he was alone most of the time. Sure, he knew Layla, and Masters, as well as his rookie Husky Harris, but those were people he literally met not too long ago. He sighed and turned on the TV in the living room.
Just bought a new place in Good Ol' Tampa, you can come hang if you want.
He sent to everyone from the roster in his phone. He also sent the address, to prevent anyone from getting lost. He was given a few days off, and figured that having company over would be a nice change of pace.
Randy Orton was the first to reply. Can't make it over right now but if you need anything you know how to reach me. He wasn't coming because Vince McMahon hadn't called him back yet. Vince was due to call Randy back after Randy had put a direct call in: Kofi Kingston had injured Cody and like Mr. Kennedy before him, Kofi Kingston was too fucking unsafe to work with. When Vince did make that call back, Randy didn't want Cody anywhere near because he didn't want Cody to even know that Randy personally was seeking to get Kofi dealt with for this.
Cody responded, knowing Randy was worried about Cody's neck. Even though Legacy had disbanded, their friendship hadn't. Okay, its alright. Someone's knocking so I'm not alone, don't worry yourself.
Layla didn't bother to text back. Instead, she just headed over. She got out of her car and walked up to Cody's door before knocking. She figured she'd stop by and keep Cody some company since she was't doing too much either.
His phone went off and he heard the knock at the door simultaneously.
Cody's phone went off with a text from Chris Masters. Too late to drop by? There's a bit of a scene going on at the hotel and maybe it's best if I get out of here.
"Layla, always a pleasure." Cody nodded, moving over so she could come in.
"Hope you don't mind that I stopped by." Layla said, smiling as she walked inside.
"No, no, of course not. I invited you. And Masters is coming over if you know him." He said, going back to his spot on the couch. He then tossed her the remote. "I don't know what the hell I'm watching." He chuckled.
Layla chuckled as she sat down next to Cody.
"Sure you want to give me control of the remote? I may decide to watch some chick flick or something." She said. "Yeah..let me find the girliest thing on television or something with a bunch of hot guys in it." she teased.
Then Cody texted Masters back. Nah man. Me and Layla so far, you can come if you like.
Masters texted back almost instantly. Ok. On the way, look, I took a pic w/my phone why I'm leaving. He won't say who did it. The pic was of the very bruised, busted-up face of Matt Hardy. Matt Hardy had been Kofi Kingston's tag team partner in the ring with Cody when Cody got injured by Kofi.
The picture was shocking in its brutality, but he didn't let his expression show on his face, because he didn't want to mention it to Layla.Fuck, I hope it wasn't Orton. I don't wanna bring it up though...Shit. He sent. In his heart he knew it was Orton, seeking some form of revenge. He knew how Randy thought: A veteran doesn't let injuries like that...stupid, neglectful injuries...happen in the ring. Randy held Matt accountable for Kofi in much the way he still held himself responsible for Cody.
Masters texted back. Some say maybe somebody thought he was Jeff and looked for drug money..others say probably Orton...but let's just go with the Jeff thing...that's best for all parties involved Masters arrived at Cody's just about 5 minutes later, apologizing the whole while. "I know it's late. Hi, Layla. Cody, again, really, if it's too late for company, I'll go back."
"Nah, you can hang. I'm just resting up after the house show. And Layla, I watch anything, it doesn't matter," Cody chuckled.
"Hey Chris." Layla said, waving. She'd settled on a replay of Smackdown, inciting jokes from Cody and Masters about that being the "girly" TV she'd found. Then Masters' tone turned serious.
"You know how rumors fly," Masters said, "and some guys are saying you're seriously hurt. Everything from out for a month to no feeling in your legs, to neck brace and physical therapy. Then this happens," he said, using the zoom feature on his phone to get a closeup of the bruising in the pic.
"Yeah, and some of those rumors are...slightly true. Little numb in places, but that was the day it happened. I'm just sore," Cody admitted.
Masters nodded and thought to himself Then Matt deserved it but didn't say anything more about it except "make sure you tell the trainers and the doctors everything. Sometimes it helps to write things down, if you get a weird feeling, just write a little bit about it and put the date and time."
"I was worried when I found out," Layla said, agreeing with all advice Masters just gave Cody, and tried to put a positive spin. "Well.. at least you're kind of okay." She said.
"I'm fine," Cody insisted with a chuckle. "I just need rest. And junk food."
"Well that's a hell of a combination." Layla said. "I could've brought some food over if you needed it."
"I'll order something late night. I don't want someone catching me in the act, I'd be screwed." The emphasis on 'someone' couldn't be mistaken for Randy Orton. Even though they were on different brands, and they were more of equals now than anything, Cody still knew he'd get an earful of shit if Randy thought it necessary. And Cody also knew that it was out of concern. But at some point, -everybody- needs a little junk food.
"It'll be our little secret. If anyone asks, I'll say you ate a salad." Layla chuckled and conspired.
"You're a good person," Cody said with a grin.
"Eh, I try to be and I need good reason to be at times too." Layla said.
"I'm happy that my junk food needs are reason enough." Cody smirked with a nod.
How you holding up? This text was sent by Randy to Cody, as he was up a second time to wash up the knuckles he busted wide open on Matt Hardy's face. "Let's see him fuck up like that again," Randy muttered to himself. He switched his phone to vibrate in case Cody texted back.
Cody received, read and replied to the text. Yeah, just fine. Layla and Masters keeping me company. And...I saw this picture, and you don't have to tell me anything, of Hardy. You know anything?
He looked at the picture and answered literally. He didn't want to tell Cody, because Cody had known Randy to be overprotective before and Randy didn't want Cody knowing more than he should, God forbid Vince found out...Cody could say with honesty that he had no idea about it. Randy's reply was simple: Looks to me like he got his ass kicked.
Yeah, I guess so. Cody sent, and hoped Randy didn't do anything to the guy...but in his gut, the suspicion was there.
"Everything alright?" Layla asked.
"Worrying about something, but I worry too much." Cody said, trying to shrug it off.
"Let's keep you from worrying and find you some junk food." Layla advised.
"You want me to do a junk run? I won't tell if you won't," Masters offered. There were plenty of places open all night. Dunkin' Donuts was, and while Chris generally didn't eat crap, he would if nobody said anything. That way, the carbs "didn't count."
"If you don't mind Chris, I'd appreciate it." Cody nodded, accepting the offer.
He opened Notepad on his phone, slid out the keyboard and asked like a waiter, "May I take your order, Sir?" Masters also said that if "somebody" find out about this...Ted did it.
Layla chuckled knowingly. "Need anything else Cody?" She asked. "Though, I'm sure Chris will be at your service more than I will."
"Whatever you bring back is good, as long as its something we're not supposed to be eating." Cody said to Chris, before chuckling at Layla. "Layla, it seems that way."
"I'm here to keep you company, Chris can be your little errand boy." Layla joked.
Masters laughed hearing Eve, and made the pronouncement that "if it's got an open-drive through, within a 5 mile range, I'm hitting it."
Chris lived up to his word. There were Frostys from Wendy's, a dozen donuts and a 64 pack assorted Munchkins and coolatas from Dunkin', fries from Arby's, original chicken sandwiches from Burger King, Whoppers with cheese from Burger King, nuggets from McDonald's, extra fries from McDonald's, and the 10-pack grande taco pack from Taco Bell..5 soft tacos, 5 hard ones.
It took 2 trips from the car and he said, "Now we shave 10 years off our lifespan from the cholesterol, and 15 years if he finds out." He figured some of the stuff would have to be nuked for a few seconds, so took everything to Cody's kitchen.
"Jesus Chris..." Layla muttered, getting up to look through all the bags of food from the various fast food places he had went to. "...we'd die before even had the chance to shave any of this stuff off. No one can eat all of this."
"We can try, and not a word of this to anyone. We'd be forced to run forever." Cody chuckled, getting up slowly to decide what to eat first.
"We'd be too fat to even run..." Layla said, taking a bite of a donut and getting a dreamy expression on her face. "...screw it, it's totally worth it."
"It is," Cody said, biting into a burger, "Damn, looks like I won't be 'dashing' for too much longer."
The punctuation mark to his proclaimation that "the wrestler formerly known as Chris Masters is now Fat Bastard" was the satisfying crunch of a Taco Bell hard taco, along with his eyes closing, savoring the cheap fast food. "Damn," he said after he'd chewed and swallowed the first bite, "I can feel my arteries clogging." Fuck it, he finished it in two more bites!
"Damn Chris, I thought I was hungry."Cody laughed, finishing the burger."Yeah, we are all going to die in a matter of minutes, eating like this." He chuckled, following Chris's lead and picking up a taco.
"You guys are a horrible influence on me." Layla said, taking a burger and some fries.
"We're influencing each other, we're all bad." Cody grinned.
"It's her fault," Masters said as he picked up a Frosty. These damn things just refused to melt, and he could feel the strain in his face as he tried to suck it through the straw. "All through history, women have been our downfall." He grinned as he "blamed" Layla.
"It is not my fault. Last I checked I was neither of you twos woman, so this you're guys' fault alone." Layla said, walking over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water and some ranch before taking a seat on the counter where the food was at.
"No, not you personally. Your gender," Chris teased with a grin. "Look how it is. Eve ruined Adam. I mean in the Bible, not your sister and Edge," he joked. "So...it's your job as a woman to be at fault." He took a fry and dipped it in the Frosty. He'd seen other people do it and always wondered what it tasted like, but then looked for a napkin to spit it into. "Okay, that? That was gross," he laughed.
Cody laughed at Chris's face after trying the Frosty/french fry combo dip. "Tried it before, not good. And at this point, I really don't care who ruins what, as long as I get to eat."He chuckled, grabbing another taco.
"I don't think anything can stop you from eating at this point Cody." Layla said.
"You're probably right." Cody chuckled, shoving about half of the taco in his mouth. "This is too good to be true." Maybe there were a few little perks that came with injuries.
Layla chuckled. "You're going to have a stomach ache by the end of the night." Layla said, opening up the half eaten into burger and pouring some ranch dressing on it.
"A root beer or two and I'll be okay," Cody said with a laugh.
"That sounds like it'll only make it worse." Layla said.
Masters watched in curiosity and horror as Layla put ranch on a burger? Well, he tore his eyes away and tore into one of the Burger King original chicken sandwiches. "Oh my God," he said, eyes closing his eyes in ecstasy at the taste, like he was going to have an orgasm, "I don't think I've had one of these since like...1994." He meant Burger King chicken sandwiches, not orgasms! "Oh, shit, this is good. I'm going to be the white Mark Henry."
"Do not judge me -Me-Dunk-My-Fries-In-A-Frosty-To-See-What-It-Tastes like." Layla said to Masters, tossing the wrapper to the burger in the trashcan once she was finished and grabbing a taco.
Cody laughed. "We'll both be the white Mark Henry, and I just got into the main event picture." He chuckled. "And try it Layla, you might like it."
"We'll tag up as the Fat Boys," Masters said, wadding the wrapper into a ball and patting his stomach.
"We'd be a hit." Cody chuckled. "We'd have to get new moves, don't think the Masterlock would be too effective with no muscle," he joked.
"You two have fun with that gimmick." Layla said before taking a bite into her taco.
"You're just as bad as us Layla, you'll be our valet," Cody chuckled, pointing out that she was as bad as they were right now.
"It would be the Fat Bastard lock..sitting on somebody. Maybe the Mexicools' mowers are in storage. Instead of LayCool, we'd be Laying around and getting fat," he laughed. Masters was so nauseous now from eating all the crap. "I'm starting to resemble your promo," he laughed, referring to the new "dashing" promos where Cody makes fun of less-than-perfect people. He wouldn't throw up...or he wouldn't throw up yet...but now he could taste the grease and the sugar and all the "bad" stuff. And yet Masters wouldn't have minded some onion rings. "I'm taking a break," he said, the first one to tap out, even if just for a little while.
"Sitting on people for a finisher, sounds like an easy way to win." Cody mused with a chuckle. He had a small burp, and decided then it was time for a break. "Yep, my stomach is not happy at the moment."
Masters now watched to see if Layla could out-eat them.
"She won't last, I doubt she can keep going that much longer." Cody muttered to Chris, thinking the same thing he was.
There was a knock at the door then. Randy had decided to stop by to check on Codes. He was also slightly drunk.