A/N: I would love to thank all of my readers and reviewers. Yes, I have like four stories going at once. I can't help it. My brain is in overdrive. I hope you guys will enjoy this and the journey that I'll take you on.

A/N 2: This is an AU Wrestling world. This story takes place in 2009. Glenn and Mark are on Smackdown! Randy and Mike are on Raw. In this world, men can marry men and women can marry women. Also, men can get pregnant. Since this is my story and I don't know where WWE actually taped during 2009 and I'm too lazy to look it up, let's go with the flow.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.

Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Chapter One

"Listen, I can't go with you on this trip," Cena explained to Randy.

"Why not?" Randy asked.

"Stuff came up and I have to deal with it."

Randy was silent but did not push the issue.

"Have no fear, I got a replacement in my stead," Cena said.

"Great," Randy mumbled.

"Try and have a great time."

"Whatever. I would rather have my best bud here, but I'll try and deal."

"Good Viper."

Randy hung up his cellphone and slid it into his pocket.

"Randy?" a voice called.

Randy looked up and saw Mike walking his way. He groaned. I'm going to kill you, Cena.

"How are you?" Mike asked as a blush crept across his cheeks.

Randy nodded.

"Shall we get a cab to the hotel?"

Again, Randy nodded.

Mike got a cab for them and they were on their way to their hotel. Randy did not have anything against Mike, but he was not Cena. Cena was his best friend, his wing man. Mike...was the Miz, annoying, talkative, and loud. He sighed and reserved himself to dealing with the rug-rat and try to enjoy his time in Vegas, where anything and everything goes but the secret stays in the city of vice.

They got to their hotel and waited to check in.

"What the hell?" a voice asked.

Randy looked up from his cellphone and stared at the man behind him. He shook his head. "What are you doing here?"

Mark folded his muscular arms over his chest and smirked. "Same could be asked of you." He moved his eyes to Mike. He arched an eyebrow.

Randy shook his head. "Here alone?"

"Yeah, right. Glenn's around here some where." He scanned the lobby.

"Nice."

"Since you guys are here, why not get a room for the four of us?" Mike asked.

"Sounds like a plan," Mark asked.

Randy thought a moment and nodded. At least he could have some company that he liked than spending most of his time with Mike.

Mike got their room and give them the room keys. They went to the elevator and to their floor.

"I'm staying with Mark," Randy announced as they stepped into the common area.

"Fine by me," Mike replied, trying not to sound a little disappointed.

"I'll let Glenn know of the arrangements," Mark replied as he pulled out his cellphone.

"I'm surprised you know how to use that," Mike said, jokingly.

Mark growled at him.

"What? You're old." Mike went to room on the left and dropped his bags onto the bed.

"I might kill your friend there," Mark stated as he walked to the other room.

"He's not my friend," Randy said following him. "He's Cena's replacement."

"Excuse me?" Mark started to unpack.

"Cena and I were supposed to be on this trip, but something came up and he bailed." Randy sat on his bed.

"Sorry."

"Why are you and Glenn here?"

"We have like three days off. Wanted to do something fun."

"I hear ya."

The door opened and closed. The two men waited and listened. Glenn came strolling into their room and looked at them before closing the door behind him.

"Do I really have to stay with him?" Glenn asked, folding his arms over his chest.

They nodded.

"I called it," Randy stated.

"I wasn't here to call it," Glenn said.

"You shouldn't have wandered off," Mark stated.

Glenn huffed. "Just letting you know, you two are helping me hide the body." With that, he went back to his room.

"Such a great attitude," Randy chuckled as he went about unpacking his stuff.

After awhile, knock came.

"Yeah," Mark and Randy said.

Mike peeked his head and said, "I was wondering if you guys wanted to go and get something to eat."

"Not hungry yet," Mark replied.

Randy looked to him and said, "I'll go. I missed lunch."

Mike smiled broadly and blushed. He went and waited for him in the common room.

"Good luck," Mark said.

Randy nodded and grabbed his wallet and key card. He went to the common room and both Mike and he left. They stood in the elevator not talking with each other. Mike stole glimpses of the older man, trying hard not to fidget. As soon as the doors opened on the lobby floor, their jaws dropped.

"Randy?" Mike asked.

"Y-yeah," Randy answered as they stepped out of the elevator.

"I am seeing this, right?" The young man crept closer to the taller man.

Randy nodded.

They stood on the outskirts of a sea of people dressed in animal costumes: dogs, cats, otters, foxes...a whole array of animals.

"Did we just walk into the Twilight Zone?" Mike asked.

"Mike, stop cowering behind me," Randy said.

"But..."

"Mike," Randy growled.

Mike inched away from Randy, who stood pinching the bridge of his nose. Mike scanned the room with his ice blues and shoved his hands into his pocket. He looked to Randy and wanted to say something to him but shut his mouth. He did not want to get a tongue lashing from 'The Viper.'

After ten minutes of silence, Randy smiled and then frowned. Mike was quiet...too quiet. He looked around and noticed that Mike had disappeared.

He grumbled. "Idiot."

Randy shook his head and went looking for the lost blond. He weaved through costumed bodies and swore under his breathe. A few times, he got groped causing him to growl and snap. Finally, he decided to push his way passed the people and ended up in the casino of the hotel. He searched there and could not spot Mike. He let out a yell and went another way. He bumped into someone and nearly fell but caught himself.

"Sorry," he grumbled.

"What's wrong with you?" Mark asked.

"Oh, sorry, Mark," Randy apologized. "I lost Mike."

"How did you do that?"

"I don't know. We were standing there looking at all these mascots and then he was gone."

"They're – They're not mascots."

"Huh? What?"

"They're not mascots. They're Furries."

Randy stared at him in disbelief. "We landed in a middle of a Furry Convention?"

Mark nodded.

Randy growled loudly. "I can't believe this shit."

"It happens." Mark studied Randy. "Did you try calling Mike?"

"I don't have his number. Do you?"

Mark shook his head. He took out his cellphone and started to text. "Here."

"Who did you text?"

"Morrison."

"He would have his number."

"Even after their falling out."

Randy nodded and looked over the number. He dialed.

"He-hello?" There was a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Mike, are you okay?"

"No. I was taken."

"WHAT?"

"While, we were standing there, a group grabbed and dragged me away."

Randy dropped his phone.

Mark quickly picked it up. "Mike, where are you?"

"I...I don't know. There's a lot of people in animal suits here."

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine...considering."

"We'll find you." He hung up and handed Randy back his phone.

"I can't believe this," Randy said as he gripped the side of his head.

Glenn walked over to them. "What's wrong with him?"

"Mike is missing," Mark stated.

"He was dragged away by Furries," Randy added.

"Damn," Glenn said. "Oh, well. Who's hungry?"

"Have some compassion," Randy said. "Cena's going to kill me for losing the little goober."

"Why?" Glenn asked.

Randy sighed. "After the falling out between Mike and Morrison, Cena was there to pick up the pieces."

Mark and Glenn nodded.

"Let's go find the goober," Randy said and the search began anew.

They covered the hotel and searched each room that was for the convention. After about an hour, they came upon one door with a sign that said 'Adults Only.'

Glenn looked to his brother, who just stared at it.

"Go on, Randy," Glenn urged, turning to the young man.

"I don't want to," Randy said, staring at the sign as mental images ran through his head.

Mark shook his head and entered. There were Furries engaged in sexual acts all around the large room. Mark squinted his eyes as he moved further into the dimmed area. His eyes moved to the corners first. He saw a person in the far right corner sitting on the floor with their knees drawn up and their head down. The large man made his way over and knelt down.

"Mike," he cooed.

The person lifted their head and Mark could make out cat ears on his head. He could also make out the fear and sadness in the ice blues.

"Come on." He stood up and lent Mike his hand.

Mike took it and they walked out. Randy and Glenn stared at the younger man. Their jaws dropped as they took in his cat ears and tail.

"They put it on me," Mike explained. "What's yiffing?"

Mark shook his head and led the men back to their room. Mike went straight to his and Glenn's room and closed the door.

"He seems fine," Glenn said.

Randy shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm hungry," Glenn replied.

"Me too," Randy added.

Mark went and knocked on Mike's door.

"Yes?" came from the room.

"Do you want to come to dinner with us?" Mark asked.

"No thank you."

Mark nodded. He looked to the other two and nodded for them to go.

"What about you?" Glenn asked.

"Just go," Mark urged.

They left. Mark went to the phone and ordered room service. He sat on the couch and ordered a movie. Fifteen minutes later, the food came and he tipped the man. He placed the meal down onto the coffee table before going to Mike's room. He opened the door and looked at the lump underneath the covers.

"I ordered room service," Mark said.

"You didn't have to do that," Mike mumbled.

"Come on. Let's eat."

Mike sighed and climbed out of the bed. He made his to the coffee table and sat down. "What did you order?"

"Burgers, fries, and milkshakes," Mark replied. "I hope you don't mind."

Mike shook his head and so, they sat in silence, eating and watching the movie. Mark noticed that Mike did not take off his ears nor tail. He smirked at this. He did not like nor hate the young man. Mike was someone that did not interest him. Mike was a loud mouth and very annoying. He tended to get underneath one's skin even when he was not talking. At that moment, quiet and wearing calico cat ears and a tail, Mike looked adorable.

Mark ordered another movie and they watched not saying anything to each other. Mike curled up next to the armrest, ice blues on the moving screen. Mark chuckled a bit. Half way through the movie, Mark gets a phone call.

"What's up, Glenn?" Mark greeted. He listened. "Okay, I'll give you a call back."

"What?" Mike asked.

"Do you want to go clubbing?"

"Okay."

Mark called Glenn back and they left to have fun with their roommates.

…

Randy woke the next day with a severe headache. He looked to the sleeping person beside him in his bed with the covers over their head. Randy shook his head. He scooted out of bed and fell to the floor.

"Sonofabitch," he softly cursed.

Randy looked around and slowly got up. He sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his head. He slowly got up and made his way to the door. He stepped out into the common room and closed the door behind him.

Mike came out of Mark's room, massaging his lower back.

"What's wrong with you and why are you in my room?" Randy asked.

"It's feels like someone rearranged my spine," Mike replied. He smacked his lips together. "I don't know why I'm your room. Why are you in mine?"

Randy shook his head.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" Mike asked.

Randy thought a moment. "I remember strippers."

Mike nodded. He looked around and his eyes settled on Randy's left hand. "When did you get married?"

"Huh?"

"When did you get married?" He pointed at Randy's hand.

The older man looked at his ring finger. "Holy shit!"

"Holy shit!" Mike looked at his ring finger.

"Was there someone in bed with you when you woke up?" Randy questioned.

Mike nodded.

"I wonder if we married the strippers."

"I wonder if Mark and Glenn did the same."

Randy smirked. "I'm going back to bed."

Mike nodded and they separated. They soon found themselves back in the common room in less than two minutes.

Randy's eyes were wide. "Mike?"

Mike stared at him.

"Who's in the bed?"

"Who's in your bed?"

"Glenn."

"Then you have my answer."

Both men stared at their doors.

"How drunk were we?" Randy asked.

"Pretty drunk if we married the Brothers of Destruction."

Randy wiped his mouth. "We have to get this annulled. Vince is going to kill us. We have to do something. I can't be married to him. I mean, I'm bisexual, but I can't be married to him."

"Why?"
"He's dark and broody."

Mike stared at him. "Really? Really, Randy? Really? And who are you? Mr. Happiness, Sunshine, and Rainbows?"

"I'm not attracted to him."

"Who are you attracted to?"

"Someone like Cody."

Mike stared down at the ground. "How about someone like me?"

"No."

Mike nodded and looked very somber.

"I can't believe this. What if we can't get this annulled? What if we have to stay together? I will not bottom for him. I don't bottom for anyone."

"Really?" Mike asked, looking up at him.

Randy nodded as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Not once?"

"Hell no."

Mike took in what he just said. "Not even for..."

"What part of 'hell no' don't you understand? I won't and will not bottom for anyone."

Mike just stood there. "I've bottomed and topped."

"That's because you're a whore."

The blond stared at him, eyes stinging with tears.

"What's wrong with you?" Randy snapped.

"What the hell is going on out here?" Mark asked as he opened the door.

Randy's eyes grew wide as Mike turned to look at Mark. He covered his mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Why are you two women arguing about?" Mark looked from one man and to the other.

Randy doubled over with laughter.

"What?" Mark furrowed his eyebrows.

"Can I call you Kitty Mark from now on?" Mike asked.

"What?" Mark asked again, unaware that he had on Mike's cat ears on his head.