(Here is another new story. It was just an idea that came into my head I wanted to try. Let me know what you all think and if you would like to read more. Warning: Possible dark themes as always.)
John Cena was relaxing in his large home in Florida with his girlfriend Nikki Bella. It was a rare day off and he intended to fully enjoy it. He was reclining in one of his chairs watching TV with a glass of wine, barefoot in a pair of tan cargo shorts and a white wife beater. Life was good with a beautiful girlfriend, successful job and all the money he could use in two lifetimes. His current feud with the young Bray Wyatt was only making the WWE ratings higher.
"Hey, Sexy." Nikki entered the room, wearing a white robe with her long, dark hair down. She always took John's breath away. She was almost too attractive if there really was such a thing. She sauntered over to the sitting John, bending over to straddle him and block his view of the TV not that he minded. "Guess what I'm wearing under this robe?" She asked, trying in vain to be coy. Nikki Bella was anything but shy.
John breathed in her scent. She had just taken a bath and she smelled of lavender, probably from her favorite bath salts she loved to use. "I'm guessing you want to show me?" He grinned, dimples popping as he reached up to push her loose robe down off her slender shoulders. He licked his lips at the sight of Nikki wearing a sexy red and black satin matching bra and panties set. Small red bows accentuated her big breasts. "Nice, Baby. You know what Daddy likes."
Nikki laughed as her robe dropped to the living room floor. She loved her man's sense of humor and childish fun. "Yeah, I know what you like." She turned to give John a clear view of her ass, bending to give him a makeshift lap dance. "Going to take me upstairs, John? I know how much you hate to dirty your downstairs."
John growled, reaching up to grab Nikki around her waist. "For you, Baby, I might make an exception." His cock was already aching in the confines of his shorts.
A few minutes later John had managed to remove his girlfriend's bra and his own shorts. He had his face buried between her ample mounds while his large hands groped her satin clad ass."Fuck, Nikki. I love your tits." He moaned as he moved his head to suck a hardening nipple.
It was at that moment John's cell phone chose to go off on the table beside his chair. He growled and ignored it but whoever it was called again a minute later. "Damn it!" John cursed as he loosened his grip on Nikki's ass.
"Just answer the phone, John. You know it's going to drive you crazy." Nikki sighed. She was used to her boyfriend's hectic work load. "We have all day together."
John reached over to grab the phone and stood up, trying to keep his tone neutral. "Hello?"
"Awe, John. You finally answer. I hope I didn't catch you with your pants down."
John heard the unmistakable chuckle of his coworker Bray Wyatt on the other end. He felt both annoyed and curious at what was going on. "Bray? How did you get my number?"
Once again that crazed laugh was heard. It was damn creepy. "Don't you worry about that, John. What you need to be really worrying about is what else I know. I know many, many things, John. Some of them I don't think you will want brought to light. They might..." That laugh. "Expose you."
John was at a total loss. He had been told that Bray was a cool guy in the locker room. That the man was brilliant and even wrote his own promos. The man on the phone with him was acting like they were still in ring character. "Is this a prank?" John laughed. "Because if it is I'm the king of pranks but now is not the time, Bray. I'm trying to enjoy my day off." He figured one of his buddies must have given Bray his number for a payback joke. Maybe Mike or even Randy.
"If only it were, John. If only it were." Bray's voice took on a soft, dangerous tone. Almost seductive. "You have every comfort any man could ever want but you have no idea who you are. You keep things hidden from view. In the closet away from the prying eyes of children."
By this time Nikki had left the room, knowing John would be awhile as he always was with coworkers. John was getting freaked out as he pulled up his discarded shorts and sat in the chair. "What are you talking about, Bray? I have nothing to hide. My life is an open book." He took a sip of wine. "It's on a reality show for god's sake."
"Is it, John?" Bray spoke to John as if he were a small ignorant child. "What about deep inside your closet? Deep inside where the light doesn't reach? So deep even the monsters are afraid to look there?" He laughed quietly. "I've been looking inside the Viper's mind. What do you think, John? Do you think some of the voices he hears might be my own?"
John felt his stomach drop at the mention of Randy Orton's ring name. "Are you talking about Randy? What do you mean looking inside his mind? Okay, now you have my attention."
"Oh, hallelujah I finally have the great Superman's attention." Bray almost cackled into the phone. "But I know his kryptonite! You think you have it all...the ruler of the universe! You have a perfect home, beautiful girlfriend but it's all ashes in your mouth isn't it? You can have it all! Nothing is denied to your lustful eyes...except for what you really want. Truly desire. Your soul desires the darker things...things hidden in the shadows. I know what you want!" His voice sing songed. "It's something you've wanted for years. Something you had once but let it go because you couldn't bare the thought of tainting your precious image!" Bray's voice grew stern as if chastising a naughty boy. "You could have had it all but you threw it away! You held it in your hand. It shone like a diamond in your eyes. But you took the most precious gift ever gave you and cast it aside like dirt."
"And what would that be?" John swallowed hard. For some reason he felt sick inside. Bray Wyatt was getting to him in a way that few people could.
"It's not a that it's a who!" Bray exploded, making John jump. "You trampled on the Viper's heart and destroyed him. Oh, he laughs and he drinks and he fucks the women but it's all vanity to him. I know about it all, John." The crazed man's hot breath could be heard as his chest heaved. "And I'm going to make it right again. I'm going to force you to see the truth inside you before it's too late. I'm working on him for you. I'm working on your Viper."
John jumped up from his chair. "You leave Randy the fuck alone! I'll have your job!" He hissed in fuming outrage.
"I know about St. Louis, John. Don't try to run from me." The called ended as John starred at his phone in utter disbelief. How could Bray have known? He was not even in the company then and Randy was not the type to talk. He closed his eyes as his heart ached at the memory. The sweat, their groaning, the smells of sex as their bodies were joined and then the pain later when Randy had tried to give him the ring. The look of betrayal in his lover's stormy eyes as John could see the walls going up after five years trying to break them down. "I'll never marry, Ran." John had said. "It's nothing against you. We have to think of our careers. Can't we just stay the way we are? Why ruin what we have?" "Fine, John. You don't know how much it cost me to ask you." Randy had snapped the black box closed before John could study the ring. It had been a simple band of platinum inscribed with their combined initials on the inside. "You know about my fucked up past. I wanted to make you my future." Nothing had ever seemed the same after that night.
"You okay, Baby?" Nikki walked back into the room holding a glass of wine. "You seem distracted."
John realized he was standing silently with his eyes shut and fists clenched. He tried to relax. "Yeah. Bray Wyatt just called me and said some strange shit. I don't even know how he got my number."
"Oh." Nikki walked over and leaned her head on John's shoulder. "What did he say."
"Just some shit about Randy and now I'm worried about him. Bray was talking like a fucking psychopath." John patted Nikki's head.
"It's probably fine, John. You know some guys get carried away. It's only a storyline with you and him. Relax." She guided John back to his chair to sit. "From what I've seen of your buddy Randy he can more than take care of himself." She reached down to rub John's clothed cock. It twitched at her touch. "I think little Johnny wants to come out and play."
John was about to respond when his phone went off. A text this time. "Fuck!" Nikki exploded in a rare show of temper. "What do I have to do around here to get some time with my man?"
John would have ignored his phone but he was spooked now from his call with Bray. It was from Randy. His heart raced as he read the simple message. #I need help.#
(So let me know what you are thinking.)