Be Alright

Summary: John and Torrie have been married for the past three years but are now strangers due to John's hectic career with the WWE. Meanwhile Randy faces marital problems of his own after he reconnects with an old flame.

Rating: M

Chapter One:

The rain fell fiercely down from the night sky and appeared as if it was cooking up to release a thunderstorm. The harsh winds slamming itself on the window suddenly woke him up in his unknowingly sleep. He turned to his side on the bed and felt a sudden sharp pain in his head as soon as he opened his eyes. With his eyes open, he met the sight of complete darkness and started to wonder where the hell he was. Running his hands down his face, he begins to adjust his newly opened eyes into the dark and realized he was in the safe four corner walls of his hotel room in a suite at The Palms Resort in Las Vegas, Nevada.

The city's many bright lights came peeking along through the curtains when he slowly lifted himself up from his back and sat on the bed pondering. He guessed that he was thankful for waking up at a safe place but the only thing was he doesn't remember just how in the hell he got here. The last thing John Cena remembered was being downstairs at the Moon pub at with Randy Orton and the boys where he was drinking, drinking a lot more than he knew he should have. He was still in the mist of his victory over Wade Barret at the last pay-per-view and it wasn't until his flight arrived in Vegas where he truly did enjoy and celebrated the victory. The partying and drinking can mostly likely explain the sharp pain that was currently throbbing in his head. He sighs deeply before covering his face with his large hands, closed his eyes again and practically begged the heavens above to make this headache go away.

The WWE crew was doing a couple of shows in Vegas throughout the weekend before heading home for the holidays and than it was back on the road again till the new year. This had been his life for the past nine, going into ten years with the WWE and though its taken a lot out of him physically, mentally, and emotionally, there was nothing that John can see himself do career wise than wrestling. He was living his dream and wasn't going to give up on it, not now when he was on top of the world and worked his ass off for everything he's got.

Just when he had enough strength to get up on his own two feet, he walked through the room allowing the city's lights led him to the door. He turns the knob and pulls the door open and faces a hallway that led to the living room and kitchen area of the suite. The lights were left on throughout the whole place and he found himself adjusting his eyes once again to the lighting of scene. He wanders into the living room where he found his jaws dropped to the floor. Bottles of expensive alcohol was thrown everywhere from the center table, to the edges of the couch, and rolled on the carpet to meet his feet. It looked like a hurricane hit and he couldn't believe his eyes. The whole room smelled of hard partying as John begins to remember the happenings of the night. What started off as a regular day at a house show and a trip to the local gym turned into a night out with a few of the guys. John remembers them being at Rain nightclub where his victory party over Barrett began. Everyone had been there from Cody, Ted, a few of the Divas and of course his travel buddy Randy Orton. When things got a little out of control in the club, Randy and him decided to go upstairs to the Moon lounge. The Moon lounge had more of a calm, collected and exclusive environment feel that John needed after the madness in Rain. He recalls having a few more drinks there and it was probably the place where he got completely trashed because it was the last place he remembers being at. After this, Orton and himself found a few girls in the lounge and brought them upstairs to their suite for more drinks. He knew this because of the hurricane of bottles he just walked into and for some reason even if he blacked out around that time, he couldn't help but remember a blonde. John wasn't able to picture her in his head right now but he was probably going to see her when she comes out Randy's room in the morning.

Randy had been his best friend since their OVW days and when they got together for free time you can bet your ass that they partied harder than anyone. John shook his head and slightly laughed at his surrounding because they completely trashed the place. Thankfully, hotel suites was one of the few expenses that had to come out of their own pockets instead of the company's so Vince wasn't going to kill them just yet. Here was just another thousand dollar trashed hotel room bill that him and Orton had no choice but to split on their credit cards. It wasn't until he was thinking clearly when he realized that Christmas was just around the corner and this wasn't in his budge. He cursed himself and began to pick up the mess.

It took him hours to put the place back to one piece and it was already morning when he finished. Thankfully nothing in the suite was damaged but the expensive bottles of various alcoholic beverages was the damage that will be burning a massive hole in his bank account. "Fuck." John says as he crashed on the couch, feeling the weight of his work fall on his shoulders, too tired to get up.

As he sat there, he began to stare at the door that led to Orton's room when he heard footsteps at the other side. The door opened and John couldn't believe his eyes when a familiar face came out through the doors. Her slim and slender 5 foot 11 body was wrapped in one of the hotel's bathrobes that was short enough to reveal her long set of legs and her mane of blonde hair was tied up in a messy morning bun. It was the blonde he remembers from last night.

Stacy Keibler stepped out Randy Orton's room to catch John's eyes on her. It wasn't until he laid his eyes on Stacy that everything came back to John. Stacy had been in Vegas promoting her appearance on Spike TV's Blue Mountain State when she ran into John and Randy in the Moon lounge. She was Randy's ex-girlfriend and the three of them did some catching up. John figured that they took Stacy to their suite, had more drinks here in the living room, and when he was drunk enough to pass out in his own room, an intoxicated Randy took Stacy to his and one thing must have led to another. Under the influence of heavy drinking combined with his playboy ways, wasn't a good combination for Randy especially when he like John was a married man.

"Good morning, Stacy." John starts looking at her up and down.

"Hey John." She nervously says frozen on the spot.

"Where's Randy?"

"In the shower. He's on his way out though." She explains as she walks over the kitchen bar across from where John sat and grabs her purse and cellphone. "I got to go, I have a flight back to L.A to catch. It was nice seeing you guys."

"You want to tell me what happened?" John asked anyway even though it wasn't any of his business. "He's married to a great woman Stacy. If you guys did what I think you did-"

He was cut off short by her, "It was nothing, ok?" Stacy quickly says as she now has her belongings in her hold. "It was nothing John, according to Randy anyway." She adds in looking a bit upset but before John can get another word out she was out the door like hell on wheels.

John always wondered when this day would happen again. All he knew was this wasn't the first time Randy has cheated on Samantha. The last time he did was about two years ago with Barbara Kelly Blank. Even if Randy was married to Sam, his ways never left him. John understood that it gets lonely on the road and there are times when a man needs to do what he needs to do but when your married, it was time to put the gun in the shop. He just shook his head at the thought and decided to stay out of it. It wasn't any of business and he had his own damn problems to deal with. Speaking of his problems, his cellphone vibrated in his the right pocket of his jean shorts. He takes it out and before he looks at who was calling him, he knew who it was. It was his wife, Torrie. He hesitated for a second, a part of him didn't want to answer her call because of the last conversation they had turned into a fight but when was it ever not? It seemed like all they ever do now is fight. Just as he was about to ignore the call, he remembers that she's been trying to get a hold of him all of last night when he did ignore her calls. He wanted to relax and have some fun with friends and wasn't in a mood to hear Torrie nag him. After the fifth ring, he decides to answer it.

"Hey doll, what's up?" He greets.

"Where were you? I been trying to call you since last night." Torrie's voice came out from the other end.

"Yeah, I'm sorry babe. I'm in Vegas for the weekend to do some shows. I went out with Orton and completely forgot to return your call but we're talking now, so what's up?" John explains hoping that Torrie will drop it there and doesn't question him about what he did. Surely she would not be too happy about the bill he had to pay from his victory party.

Thankfully she does drop it and answers, "Nothing, I was just checking in on you. We haven't spoken in over two days John. You haven't called or even texted me once. I hope your not trying to avoid me because of what happened last time we spoke."

John swallowed hard knowing she was right. He hasn't called or texted in the past few days when he did have the time too. It wasn't her that he was avoiding, it was another possible argument he was running away from. John wasn't entirely sure when these little fights with Torrie started because all he remembers from their three years of marriage was that he was happy. He was happy that they were finally together after years of heartache, happy that she's stuck with him after the hell he's put her through, happy that he's lucky enough to land a woman like her, and most of all happy because together they have a beautiful, smart, three year old daughter, Casey Hope Cena.

"No, of course not." He says at once noticing how upset she was getting by the tone of her voice. "Look, we both said shit we didn't mean Tor, so let's just forget about it alright?" John says as he lounges back on the couch and when Torrie doesn't reply, he adds in. "How's my baby girl doing?"

"Well, she can't wait for you to come home for Christmas since you missed her birthday last weekend." Torrie mentions.

John bites his tongue back and didn't want to say anything he might regret later. This was the reason why they fought that last time and he's apologized to Torrie many times before for it. Casey's birthday landed on the day of the last pay-per-view and he did try to get it off for Casey but there was just no way in hell he could have missed it. That match against Wade Barrett had months and months of build up leading up to it and he just couldn't take that day off.

"We spoke about this already. I said I was sorry, didn't I?" He says shorty in a completely different tone.

Torrie noticed his tone and replies, "Apologize to your daughter, not to me."

"What the fuck is difference? I still would have to apologize to you for the disappointment." John finds himself rolling his eyes as he caught the sight of Orton who just left his bedroom and went straight to the kitchen to fetch some coffee.

There was a long pause on Torrie's end of the phone and John thought for a second that she hung up on him which wouldn't be a first. She hung up on him quite often mainly because she either didn't know what to say back or was completely pissed off that she no longer wanted to continue the conversation. "I don't want to fight anymore John." She says softy.

He takes a deep breath and registers her words in his head. He was in agreement and felt like a complete ass for snapping at her like that. The truth was he was pissed off at himself for missing his daughter's birthday and the more Torrie brought it up, the more irritated he became. "Me too baby. I'm sorry, I know there's no excuse for me to miss her birthday. I'll make it up to the both of you when I come home for Christmas alright?"

He hears Torrie slightly giggle on the other end, she had the cutest giggle he's ever heard. "I miss you John."

"I miss you too baby."

"I just can't wait to see you."

The last time John was at home was Thanksgiving. He remembers how good it felt to be next to Torrie and Casey after months of being on the road and he couldn't even remember the last time he saw them before that. He was finally home but that didn't last long when he had to catch the red eye flight for a show in Memphis, Tennessee. "Oh your going to see a lot of me girl. I haven't tapped that ass in almost a month." John teases trying to light up the conversation and he sees Randy from the corner of his eye look up at him with that sick smirk on his face.

Torrie just laughs and John couldn't describe how good it felt inside to hear her laugh because he missed hearing it. Just when he was about to tell her how cute she was being, he hears Casey's voice in the background calling for Torrie. There was another sound he missed very much, his heart nearly skipped a beat hearing his little girl's voice and it tortured him making him feel worse than scum to describe himself for missing her third birthday. "Hey, I got to go. Your daughter is calling for me to make her breakfast. I'll call you later, ok?"

"You bet." John says and tried not to choke up when he adds, "Tell her that I love her for me, will you?"

"I will. I love you John." Torrie says.

John smiles. "I love you more. I'll be home soon, we're going to be alright Tor, I promise."

He ends the call as soon as they said their goodbyes and wasn't given a second to breath after that when Randy sat down next to him on the sofa and hands him a cup of newly brewed coffee.

"So your going to tap that ass when you get home to Boston huh?" Randy says arching his eyebrows up and down.

John chuckles taking the cup of coffee. "Speaking of tapping some ass, I know its not my business but Stacy left a few minutes ago just before you got out of the shower. What the fuck was that about dawg?"

Like he expected, Randy fell silent for a second and just shrugged. "It was nothing."

John choose to ignore it and took a sip off his cup of coffee, that was much needed. It was none of his business after all but he knew that nothing was always something to Randy Orton. "So how does this sound? We'll eat breakfast at the 24/7 Cafe because I'm fucking hungry. Than we'll head to the gym, have lunch after and get ready for the show tonight?" Randy asked.

"Sounds good just as long as we go straight back here after the show. No more drinks or partying. I have a feeling when we check out tomorrow morning, our hotel bill with all these room charges we did is going to cost us an arm and a leg."

"We'll split it like we always do. You want to lose the arm or the leg?"

John laughs. "The leg." He chooses. He needed both of his arms to hug both his girls when he finally comes home for Christmas after all.