A/N: Hi guys, this is my first ever fanfic so please, don't be too mean! Any reviews would be amazing, and please tell me what you think, as I would love to know :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Randy Orton, John Cena or any WWE Superstar unfortunately. Lucky ol' Mr McMahon does.
Chapter 1: I Need A Drink
Randy's POV
"Damn that hurts." I looked over at my best friend John Cena who was holding his left shoulder with his opposite hand.
"Then maybe you should learn how to fall correctly when you're in the ring." I joked with him while looking through my bag for a top to wear.
"Yeah, real funny douche bag." I heard John stand up and take a quick look around the room. A soft 'ah-ha' was heard and I watched him as he walked over to a first aid-kit that was sitting on the table. Pulling on a white Affliction top, I crossed my arms over my chest. I tried to hide my laughter knowing exactly what he was looking for. John unzipped the rectangular case and searched through the contents. I heard him sigh in frustration and turn back round to look at me.
"You never have any ice packs in that thing!" John said pointing at the green case.
"That's because I either use them, or have none at all as I know how to fall properly when I'm doing my job." A small smile came upon my lips.
"Oh, says the person who broke his collarbone by falling out the ring." A smug smile formed on John's lips.
"Alright you got me there." I laughed, shaking my head.
"So are we going out tonight or what?" John asked rubbing his scalp before placing a cap on his head.
"You wanna go out, even though you've been bitching about your shoulder for the past hour?"
"Not clubbing, just try and find a bar and have some beers?"
"Yeah, why not. Let's get going." Grabbing our bags, we both walked out of the locker room and in to the parking lot. Climbing in to the car, we set off for the nearest bar.
"So have you spoken to Sam recently?" John asked, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Yeah, we had a big fight a couple of days ago actually. She's taking Alanna to see her parents this weekend even though it was my turn to spend some time with her." I sighed deeply, and looked out the window. "I don't get it John. I hardly see her as it is and when I do have the time, she wont let me see her."
You see I met Samantha when John and me went to a bar a few years back. I was in a really bad mood having just wrestled and landed funny on my left foot. I couldn't move on it, and was told by the medics afterwards something that I really didn't want to hear. I had broken it. John however, thought it would be a good idea to go out for some drinks. When we got there, I spotted Samantha and hopped over to her and asked for her phone number. She resisted at first, but then said, "If you can memorize it, you can call me." I did, and called her the next night.
Things went well from there, we met up a few days later for drinks and we got to know each other better. She was a part-time gymnastics teacher and lived in St Louis. We started dating, and about six months later we both decided to move in together. We bought a house with four decks and a hot tub and a lower-level gym. It was lovely. Not long after, I asked her to marry me in which she said yes. However, the best moment throughout all of this is when she told me she was pregnant. I swear a few tears escaped from my eyes. Nine months later, Alanna Marie Orton was brought in to the world and I was the happiest man alive.
It only took about two years for it to all go down hill. I tired to be at home as much as I could, but I had just ended the feud with Legacy and was a crowd favourite. I began getting cheered instead of booed and Vince wanted me doing more stuff for the company to boost my image more. That however meant being home less and missing my daughter grow up. Me and Sam started fighting more and it all ended in a divorce. I was able to see my daughter on weekends, as that was when I got most of my time off, and Sam got her weekdays. I hated it.
"Sorry man, things will get better soon." John said.
"I doubt it. She said that she's thinking of moving to Florida just so she can be closer to her family. The selfish bitch." I rubbed my hand over my face, and took a deep breath. "She said that if she did go, she would take Alanna with her. Then what am I supposed to do, huh? Every weekend, buy a stupid ass plane ticket to Florida just to see my daughter for two days? I can't do that John, I travel too much as it is."
"Surely she can't just up and leave? If she moves away, then wouldn't that just give her full custody over Lana?" John replied, taking his eyes away from the road for a split second to look at me.
"I don't know anymore man, but what I do know is, is that this shits messed up and I'm in desperate need of a drink."
"Hell right its messed up. You can't just let her leave Orton, Lana needs her dad and you definitely need her to." John paused for a moment. "I mean, come on man, you stare at the picture of her that you've got in your wallet long enough every day."
"I just- I don't know what to do anymore. She's making it impossible. Even when I get the chance to ring and speak to Al, she's asleep or Sam's busy with her or, shit- I dunno" I slouched back in my seat and continued to stare at the passing lights outside the window. "What about you? Have you heard from Liz at all?" I asked, looking over at John.
I felt sorry for him. He was engaged to Liz who was his childhood sweetheart; he had been seeing her since he was in high school. He asked her to marry him, and she accepted. Everything was going fine. As the day of the wedding got closer, he got a call from Liz. A fucking call, saying that she couldn't go through with the wedding because she didn't want to marry a man that would never be at home. She didn't even have the guts to say it to his face. Everything got cancelled and he was heart-broken. He fucking loved that women, and would do anything for her. Obviously, you couldn't say the same thing for Liz. But John still smiled in front of the camera and entertained the WWE Universe nearly every night by keeping his head held high and staying strong. Deep down though, I knew John was still struggling with the fact that the love of his life just abandoned him.
"Dunno, don't care." John replied, keeping it short. I nodded in return.
"Yo, John what about that place over there?" I said, pointing to a little bar that was tucked in between two other buildings. If I hadn't noticed it, John would have driven past it. It was that small.
John slowed down and looked out the window. Squinting his eyes, he read the tiny glowing sign about the door.
"Bennie's Bar?" John questioned, looking at me. "You think we will fit inside? It's fucking tiny! It looks like Hornswoggle and his family lives inside there." John chuckled.
"I guess we will have to find out." I said shrugging, with an amused look on my face.
Unbuckling our seatbelts, we both jumped out of the car and made our way over to the dimly lit place. As we got closer, the faint sound of music could be heard. I laughed as John started bobbing his head up and down with the time of the beat.
"Something funny Orton?" John said, putting on a serious face, but failing miserably when the sound of 'Dolly Parton's 9-5' filled our ears. Turning his head back round he started to laugh. "I think this is gunna be a good night man." Reaching the door, John pushed it open.
"Yeah, I think you might be right John." I replied and followed in behind him.
Okay, I know its really short but I want to just get an introduction on Randy and John. I really would like to know if you guys like it, and if you do please review and tell me so I know whether I should continue or quit while I'm ahead :)
Hannah x
