A/N: My mind works in mysterious ways...
Disclaimer: I own nothing here.
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"John, it doesn't fit."
"Shut up Dave, I know what I'm doing."
"But I thought you said that this was your first time?"
"... It is."
"Well, I've done this before."
"I told you to shut up."
"I'm just trying to help."
"Well, you can help by shutting up and not criticizing me."
"I'm not criticizing."
"Oh yeah? 'It doesn't fit... I've done this before...' That's criticizing."
"Sorry."
There was a few minutes silence between the two Superstars.
"Can you at least hurry it up? I'm getting bored..."
"Do something then."
"Like what?"
"I don't know, but just let me concentrate."
"Can you let me help you then?"
"How can you help?"
"Just let me show you how it's done."
"But there won't be enough time for both of us to go."
"So I'll go now, and you can do it later."
"How is that fair?"
"I'm older, bigger and have more experience than you."
"But that still doesn't make you better than me."
"Yes, it does. Here, I'll show you."
The two men switched positions, with Dave smiling triumphantly.
Almost immediately, John's eyes widened. "Wow, you are better at it than me."
"I told you I was, kid."
"Don't call me kid."
"Sorry." Dave apologized, still wearing the smug grin. "See how much easier this is."
"Yeah..." John nodded.
There was a quick knock on the door, before it was thrown open. "Cena! Batista! There you two are! We're supposed to be in the Gorilla pos- What the fuck?!"
Both men looked to see Chris Jericho enter the locker room, his mouth open wide in shock.
"Are you two...?"
"No!" Cena protested at the same time that Batista said "Yes!"
Jericho shook his head. "But now? Of all times?! McMahon would have a fit if he knew you two were –"
POP!
All three men turned to what had made the sound, with Batista looking upset.
"I was this close..." he used his index finger and thumb to show emphasis. "Thanks a lot, Jerky."
The bigger man stormed out of the locker room, leaving Cena and Jericho looking at each other with identical confused expressions.
"Is that...?"
Cena nodded. "Yeah. I've never tried it before, and then Dave came in and it just went from there..."
Shawn entered the locker room next, and was immediately wary of Cena and Jericho. When he looked past them, however, his eyes went wide as he pointed just beyond where Cena stood.
"Blasphemy!"
JBL followed behind him, looking at Shawn like he was crazy. "What's going on?"
"I don't believe... You two! What gave you the idea that you could do... do... this... and get away with it?!"
"Shawn, calm down. It isn't like that." Jericho tried to explain, only to get superkicked.
Blue eyes turned on Cena, who immediately took off, not wanting to meet the same fate as Jericho.
Who knew that so much trouble would come from one stupid game of Perfection?