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Title: Flirting with Disqualification.

Pairing: John Cena/Randy Orton.

Rating: NC 17.

Warnings : Some bad language and gay sex.

Summary : People always said, there would be a match that changed their life's forever. Neither of them ever dreamed it would be like this. John Cena/ Randy Orton. M/M SLASH!

Disclaimer: I do not own, any of the wwe superstars mentioned.

Author's Note : This will forever go down in history as the sexiest match & I am about to make it harder for you to watch it with a clean mind. I regret nothing.


Everyone always said, there comes a time in your career. A match that will change your life & future all together. The closer it got to my match. Somehow I knew it would be this one. John & I had always been friends, since we both started out, we where always together in arenas, training etc. Today however, every time I so much as looked at him I felt sick.

It wasn't like a bad feeling, I knew nothing was going to go wrong, we had had so many matches together, we knew each other inside out.

It was like we know something major is going to happen & change things for us. I took a deep breath as I tried to get into character. I thought of every single thing that had ever happened to me, every single bad thing, bullies in school, dad being gone all the time, joining the marines, pulling out of the marines, doing my time.

Every bad thing.

My head started to swarm & I knew I was in character. My heart was pumping full of rage, and I was ready to put on the show of a lifetime.

I stood in the gorilla position, waiting, pacing.

"Whatever happens out there?" I turned knowing the voice, my jaw clenched as I tried to hold down the contents of my dinner. I nodded.

"Stays out there" I slapped his hand, then continued to pace while he stretched.

Before too long, I was picking up my belt & heading down the ramp slowly while Lilian rhymed off my facts. My brain still buzzed with sheer hatred & I bowed under the top rope.

Cena came sliding under and done his thing, I don't even remember the music changing. I took a few deep breaths as the bell rang and then we locked up. He pushed me and we ended up in the turnbuckle, he gave me a few shoulder blocks while i punched into his back, pulling me into him and pulling me off my feet landing me on my back I felt the twinge in my back I always felt when I was landed on my shoulders. I groaned inwardly tonight had to be the night my hyper-mobility would start playing up.

Cena took over from that point, I let him, knowing if I tried to do too much now, my shoulder would pop out of place and we would have to call the match short, something Vince would not be happy about.

I zoned out in & out of what what actually happening, trying to ignore the pain in my body, only really focusing when I had to, like now as I held John's head in my arms, running at the set up chair in front of me ready for an RKO (like I did on Monday Night Raw) , John pushed me away from him and shoulder tackled me and once again I landed on my back & shoulders. I yelled out in pain. He did it again & again, and just for good measure he lifted me high into the air and then dropped me.

He seen the pain I was in & went for a five knuckle shuffle. Because that's exactly what he is, a fucking wanker. I gritted my teeth knowing I was in for a long match with a lot of pain.

I tried to zone out once more letting my wrestling ability just take over, trying to beat down the sick feeling I had in my gut. Something even now was wrong, something was changing.

I tossed Cena towards the steel steps on the outside of the ring. The ref asked him if he was ready to quit, but of course he fucking wasn't that would make my life to easy.
I continued to stomp on him, but as it's John fucking Cena. He never quit. No matter how many times he got fucking asked, he would not quit.

Is it really that hard to just submit? I rolled him into the ring & lifted up the apron. Grabbing out a small bag that had been placed there earlier, taking it out, rolling into the ring & reviling it's contents to the rest of the viewing world. I smiled sadistically as the long chain fell out along with the key.

The idea of being handcuffed to John Cena becoming more appealing with the second. I played the key around my neck. I turned placing one on Cena's wrist and another on the top rope. I walked to the other side of the rope playing with the key around my neck, smirking. Knowing Cena wasn't going anywhere fast. I bit my lip before turning back around.

He was just starting to stand up, I started to pound into his head, John playing weak & defenseless. He was a lot of things, weak & defenseless certainly where not two of them.

Once weak enough, I unhooked Cena from the rope and wrestled him out onto the floor, easily hanging him up onto the turnbuckle watching him hang there like a piece of meat ready to be cut up and sold. I smirked the sight looked inviting. His eyes met mine, something was different, something between us was changing.

I punched him a few more times, making him play dead once more,

"Do you want to quit Cena?"

"No" he added before spitting in my face. I took a deep breath, I felt every nerve in my body tense as I restrained myself from killing him where he hung, before going back to the array of weapons under the ring.I grabbed my personal favorite, a kendo stick.

Rage still pumping through me as the part of my face still slightly wet from his saliva. I lifted the stick high in the air before swinging it with everything I had at his abdomen. His whole body tensed and he cried out. The sound was addictive. I wanted to hear it again & again. I started swinging with no mercy or thought to the actual pain John would be feeling, just addicted to the harsh cry's leaving his mouth, and the protests of the rest of the wwe universe, enjoying this feeling of power far too much. I climbed the steps he was resting on, holding the stick to his throat, watching him splutter, begging for air, but still not ready to quit or submit. His bright blue eyes shinning with something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Suddenly pain coursed through me, as I fell to the ground. That dickhead just low blow'd me. Talk about desperation. Part of me felt oddly proud that I had the perfect Mr. Cenation in such a desperate state he had went for a low blow.

He got himself untangled as I had moved to the other side of the ring. His hands still restricted by the handcuffs around his wrists. I lifted up a chair, closing it over, watching as he stumbled over to me. I attacked him several times, his back turning an awkward shade of red from my assaults, I enjoyed it too much to be legal, the way his back arched each time I hit him. I unhooked one of the cuffs and half dragged his unwilling body towards the turnbuckles, attaching him to one.

He climbed up onto the apron, using it as support and I swung to hit him again using the chair. Cockily, I moved around going to hit him from another angle when he ducked, I stumbled from the amount of force I had put into the chair shot, and Cena capitalized by lifting me from the waist tossing me onto my back once more. I cried out, rolling off my bad shoulder. Willing the pain to go away I wasn't aware of anyone else in the building, regardless of the high number of them.

Cena had somehow come undone, and I left something cold wrap around my wrist. My eyes popped open as I realized he had attached himself to me, liked planned. The idea sent waves of rage, annoyance and god knows what else through me. I tried to pull away from him, without any real hope of getting anywhere.

He plain out attacked me, able to pull me in whenever I got too far away from him. I let him hit me, finding it somewhat comforting from the pain in my shoulders. He turned me running me face first into the commentators table which had somehow fixed itself since I had hit Cena with a monitor earlier before. Pulling me via wrist, like some bitch, he slammed me off the Spanish announce table and I was seriously starting to get irritated with these damned handcuffs.

He pulled me off as I struggled to stand, doing his Super Cena act as we all called it back stage, punched me and I fell to the ground, and once again hit my face off the English announce table. I felt a flair of rage tickle down my spin as we ended up back in the ring. He suplexed me a few times and I swear if he lands me on my shoulders one more time I am going to break him in half. When I refused to get up he stated punching into my head, an animal like growl sliding out from between his lips that sent the best kind of ripple through my body.

He stood us up for the AA and i countered it with an RKO, putting him in his place. Even if only for a moment.

Both of us on the ground eying each other lightly, Cena nodded once & we both knew it was now. Our time slot was almost up and it was time for the big finish. I started crawling towards the key near the turn buckle as John pulled hard on my arm which I was sure any second now would pop out of my socket, inconsiderate prick. I could hear myself screaming in pain as I was being pulled away from the handcuff key, I would be having words with him about this later, my shoulders where ready to give up.

Suddenly he shifted from behind me, wrapped my own arm around my face pulling it as hard as he could for the STFU. I felt something in my shoulder pop and I cried out in pain.

The Ref for what felt like the millionth time that night held the mic to my face, before he could even ask, I roared, "I quit! I quit"

The world blew up as I was un-cuffed from Cena, he done his celebration dance about the ring as I made my way back stage, quickly finding the personal trainer.

"Fix me" I demanded, as he stood behind me and popped my shoulder back into place. It hurt like hell, but then again so did the rest of me. I rolled my shoulder a few times before nodding to him.

"Thanks" I hissed, I should have been nice but I was livid. Yes everything had been prearranged. Yes, I signed a contract saying I would do it. No, I never thought it would matter this much, but instead of calming down from my match, I seemed to be getting worse.

Now? I wanted to kill him.

I stormed all the way through the arena, knowing full well he wouldn't be in the main locker room, but off somewhere alone, to unwind after the match.

Not, Fucking, Likely.

I banged on the door of a locked changing room, the door opened and John looked just as mad as I did. I pushed past him into the room.

"Yes Randy, feel free to come in" He snapped sarcastically.

"Fuck up John" I hissed eying him from the corner, unsure of my next move.

"Orton, I would advise you to get out" I ground my teeth together as we stared each other out, "Now"

"No." His fists clenched.

"You have some fucking nerve coming in here you know that?"

"Me?" I laughed outright, "I? HAVE Nerve? Are you looking in a fucking mirror right now?"

"Yes you after everything that's happened these last few months you have a fucking NERVE Orton"

"Oh fuck off! Like you're some fucking fallen Angel!-"

"You ATTACKED MY DAD-"

"You seriously STILL going on about that? It was fucking SCRIPTED!"

"I said I didn't want it too happen-"

"You told Vince to go ahead with it-"

"I Told Vince to be careful about it-"

"What you tell Vince for I was the one doing it-"

"I thought he would have said"

"If you had come to me, you wouldn't have your jorts in a fucking twist"

"Jorts? Who even still says that?"

"That's what you took from that REALLY?"

"I'm trying to ignore the fact you didn't think to come talk to me"

"I NEVER had this problem with Ted, Cody or ANY the other guys when I done it to their dads"

"Well I'm sorry my dad isn't a fucking HALL OF FAMER! He doesn't know how to wrestle properly!"

"Maybe you should have taught him - oh wait -"

"What's that supposed to fucking mean?"

"You completely fucked up that chair shot, not to mention-"

"ME? You landed me on my fucking head? ME? I'm the bad wrestler?"

"Yes you dickwad-"

"Name calling? Cute honestly, Maybe if you spent more time with you're dad instead of watching him he could have taught you how to drop people heavier than you-"

I snapped & grabbed him by the throat easily pushing him against the wall.

"Say something else Cena I dare you" I hissed into his ear.

"Your shoulder seems better" He spluttered with some difficulty.

"Thank you for noticing dickhead" I muttered tightening my grip around his throat, "Now you listen here Cena" I moved forward by an inch stopping suddenly when I felt something brush my leg. I looked down to see a visible hard-on. I looked back to John's face who now looked terrified, "You fucking slut you're actually enjoying this?" I pushed him harder against the wall and a whimper escaped his mouth. I watched him fight with his inner emotions.

"I don't know what you're talking about" He lied, it was obvious.

"My, My John you kept that quiet for a long time" I laughed, grinding my hips against, him. He stopped struggling enjoying the friction.

"I'm not fucking gay" he hissed. I licked my lips.

"The evidence suggests otherwise" I chuckled, once again enjoying the feeling of having control over him.

"Fuck you!" My eyes darkened, as I harshly gripped the bundle in his jeans. He squirmed seeming to enjoy the pain.

"I may submit to you in the ring John, but outside it" I laughed, "Not a chance" He some how managed to push me off of him. He tried to move around me, but I wouldn't let him.

He punched me, in the gut & I groaned lightly. Grabbing him to stop from doubling over, I glanced up at him. He tried to punch me again but I caught him managing to swing him around, pushing him back up against the wall, face first this time.

I ground against his ass noticing myself getting hard, I didn't know why, nor at this point in time did I care that this logic went against everything either of us where.

I bit into his neck, and his head rolled back falling onto my shoulder. It was so strange, the more I seemed to hurt him, the more he seemed to want & I was far to willing to hurt him.

I snaked my hands around his hips, pushing him back into me. He moaned and I had a split second flash back of hitting him with a kendo stick. I groaned.

"Tell me Cena, what exactly is going through that mind of you're right now?" I drawled out, slow & demanding.

I heard him gulp, "I uh" he stuttered and I smirked, "I don't that it's that hard to guess" I dipped the top of my fingers into his boxers, scratching the skin lightly, "Fucksake do something already!" He begged and I smirked.

"See I would but I have this ego problem" I pushed my hand further into his boxers, letting them scratch all the way down, feeling the heat inside them.

"yeah?" he asked breathlessly.

"Yeah" I nodded, "Something to do with quitting in front of the world" I shrugged, "When we both know it should have been you, everyone's so desperate to know how those words would sound leaving you're mouth" I let one finger trace down his length, surprised with how far I had to travel to cover the whole of his length.

"I quit" he whispered, I took his dick in my hand.

"I'm sorry?" I smirked stroking his using his precome.

"I quit, for god sakes, I quit!" I smirked, watching his face turn into pure bliss as I started to toss him off. Watching him completely submit was better than anything I had ever seen, better than any girl I had ever been with.

"Good boy" I ran a hand up his spine, "Undress" he hesitated, "Now" I enforced and he started taking his clothes off. I slid down my ring trunks which I had forgotten I was in. Letting my knee pads fall off with them. I grabbed him from behind once more, turning him towards the table, bending him over it. I kicked his legs apart lazily.

I sucked on one finger, letting it circle his entrance, his whole body seeming to shake with anticipation. I let it push in and he hissed, I didn't care, once again my whole existence was taken over by the sound falling from his mouth. Quickly I added another, and another. I had to hold him down with my other free hand to stop him bucking. I pulled out of him, walking around to the side of the table where his head lay, I let my dick fall next to his mouth. He looked up at me and I raised an eyebrow, he took me in his mouth, covering me in saliva. I tried to ignore how warm his mouth was, or the urge to buck into the back of his throat. I pulled out without warning, causing a popping sound, and a small trace of saliva from his mouth to my dick. I smirked.

I walked back around, pulling his cheeks apart, lining myself up with him. Slowly pushing forward. He hissed in pain, music to my ears. I started to let my hand trace over his forming bruises.

"Randy?"

"What?" I snapped mildly irritated he had brought me out of my senses.

"I fucking quit already"I laughed knowing it was his way of telling me he was ready. I bucked forward, causing him to wail out in pain, obviously not used to this. I gripped both his hips with vice like force.

I let everything pour into this, every bad feeling I had had all day, every negative thing that had ever happened to me, everything. I was taking out on the only small thing on John Cena's body.

"Fucksake you're tight Cena" I hissed. I moved one hand to his shoulder, and help him up lightly making a new angle.

"Yes! Fuck god there" I smirked, so I'm a god eh? I continued to pound into him relentlessly.

I felt a tugging in my stomach & I knew holding out was not an option. I reach around starting to tug on him again and he started moaning like some virgin bitch.

"Randy-"

"Say it" I warned and he nodded.

His entire body went rigid & he screamed out "I QUIT!" his hole tightened around me and I slammed into him once more, his final submission too much for me to handle, and poured into him, both of us crumbling to sweaty, hurting, jerking messes.

I panted heavily, pulling out of him. Seemly coming back to earth as I slid down the wall. John doing the same beside me.

After a moments silence his voice pipped up, "Randy, what the fuck just happened?" he asked.

We both looked at each other frozen, the reality of what had happened hitting us.

"Apparently, we just fucked?" I tired to sound calm, but my voice broke.

"Um" he swallowed, "Okay?" I nodded.
Silence fell once more, both of us still in post-orgasmic state. I started to grab my ring gear, sliding my trunks back on.

"I'm still confused" Cena admitted and I nodded.

"So am I buddy" I admitted, "But it happened, aint jack shit we can do about it now" I shrugged standing with my knee pads in hand. I opened the door, turning with a light smirk on my face, "Good match Cena" I called our usual post match call.

He laughed loudly, picking himself up from his spot, "Yeah Orton, laters" he waved me off, turning his back on me & I shook my head letting the door fall closed, not entirely sure what just happened, but knowing I didn't entirely regret it either.


So I wanted the match to be so much more detailed than it was, but I couldn't find a video of the match anywhere. I couldn't download Braking point 2009 for the life of me & I had fans who wanted this out as soon as possible.

I hope ya'll enjoyed :) xx