This is adult fiction, all I 'own' are my OCs, know nobody at WWE,TNA,ROH,etc.

Content-some SLASH and language.

Muses of-Cena/Truth as couple, mentions of others, mostly Randy.

Summary-A day in the life of WWE's most loved and hated.

Sun shining through the curtain wasn't as warm to wake up to as Ron's cheerful beaming face.

someone who really loved him, not like his many times an ex, who'd kept him as a trophy wifesband.

Taker he'd moved on from.

Ronnie he couldn't live without.

'Frosting, gifts and candles!' Ron yelped in excitement, jumping on the bed.

'Mmmm,love you too,baby, but my birthday's been over.'

'Everyday is cake!'

'I have too many haters to celebrate a birthday every day,hell,they'd probably sling grenades at me,pins pulled.'

'Sporting gear.'

John yawned and stretched,smiled, wiggled his toes. Something in his ankle didn't feel quite right,but he ignored it,shrugged it off as nothing. 'Yeah,the ones that boo me are usually first in line to buy me tees,weird,huh?'

'Johnny Curtis!'

'Maybe not that weird, for work?'

'Food and food!'

'Yeah,you're right,we oughta have some breakfast,then lunch.'

'Heavy lifting!'

'Yeah,and hit the else?'

'Home,James.'

Cena blushed whenever Ron patted his crotch,grinning. They had their own 'little Jimmy' and he wasn't little at all.

But very well exercised.

The blush darkened.

After some creative preparations and tooth scrubbing since not many enjoyed sex with yucky slimy morning breath, Jimmy came out to play.

'Why don't you admit to injury, take some time off, it won't take away from your masculinity.'

'I can't believe you're saying that.'

'I'm always looking out for what's best for my brother.' Randy kept rubbing John's back,in their own hideaway backstage,lounging behind a pile of crates,gym mats rolled out,half dozen bottles of water,one thick fluffy white towel.

Cena leaned back into the arms of someone so agressive,furious,violent, someone he could completely trust with his life and sighed. 'Wouldn't you fall apart without me? You get spooky-crazy whenever Ceej tours,I'd hate to see how pissed you'd be without me around.'

'I've realized everyone worth a damn to me I rarely get to be with, my daughter,first, then you and Chris, tied for second in my heart.'

John watched the lights blink on the jacket Randy wore,brushed his fingers over bristly beard. 'You're a great guy. Don't ever feel bad about yourself.'

'I'll make it a point to only on unofficial calendar holidays.'

Cena laughed,felt another ache in his ankle,kept quiet,refused to yell out in pain.

Smiled instead, a huge one.

Because his precious caring Truth was walking towards them, nearly spilling several teetering plates stuffed with food.

Wasn't the food he noticed but that big beautiful smile,Ron's smile,his favorite.

Well,Ron's AND Randy's.

For them,he'd hobble on,fight through each night.

He liked his fans.

he loved his family and friends.

And he preferred Ronnie and Randy the best of all,playing favorites never felt so good.

For THEM,he'd never give up,cheeseball corny stupid as it sounded.

Fight until he died.

'One day older cereal man!' Ron politely handed him his food first then Orton's. 'Snake in my boot!'

Randy scowled a bit before chuckling,spooning up some meat.

His dear Randy,the 'mean' one he had tamed long before Chris had.

And his sweetie Ron,Truth hadn't set him free,not quite,but DID make him smile.

Every day,each night.

Smile,laugh,fight,live,be happy,reason to go on.

All that mattered.