Setting: AU-ish (Slightly follows the Cena::Nexus storyline).
Warnings: Suggestive themes? M/M, language.
Fore Note: I'm loving the RAW storyline with Cena and Wade and a little bitt'a Orton here and there. Why not write a slash right?
Just Give Up
Chapter 1
Damn Accents
"Get me a cup of water." Wade Barrett demanded as he plastered a smirk on his face.
The accent that rolled off his tongue greatly annoyed every WWE superstar in the locker room. It especially irritated John Cena who had to spend nearly every second of the day with him. The damn accent was heard at work. The damn accent was heard in the hotel. The damn accent was a damn accent that needed to be shutted up and…
"John!" Wade repeated, and the ex-marine snapped out of his daze of somehow beating the accent out of the taller man.
He reluctantly walked over to the water dispenser and held a foam cup underneath the nozzle. He held down the little tab and watched as the cool water splashed into the cup. He handed the cup to the man relaxing on the bench of the locker room and backed away.
He'd been splashed with water once and he wasn't going to fall for it again.
"Come 'ere," the leader of Nexus mocked, but John stood still.
"I said come 'ere."
Damn that accent.
The shorter figure slowly made his way to the man who sat up straighter. Wade sipped a bit of the water into his mouth and spat it back out onto John's face.
That was no surprise.
"Get me more water."
"What's the point of me even getting you water if you're not going to drink it."
"Just shut your mouth and do it."
John growled and quickly fetched another cup of water for the leader. Before Wade could say another word, he quickly left the locker room to avoid another demand.
He paced behind stage and bumped into another figure.
"Cena?" a low voice asked, a bit too caringly.
The ex-marine looked up and stared into the cutting eyes of the Viper. He averted his gaze and tried to walk around the other wrestler but was stopped by Randy's arm.
"You're wet."
"Yeah," John replied coldly, wanting to go home and shower.
The man in the Cenation shirt pushed the arm off and continued to walk until he reached the nearest emergency exit.
Randy Orton followed behind, curious about what happened. Usually, he slipped out of conflict and tried not to bother himself with anything. But the feud that went on between Barrett and Cena was only supposed to be an act for a melodramatic wrestling series. It couldn't be real could it?
"Cena." Orton called out as he pushed himself through the emergency exit. He caught the man before he got into his car and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Shower."
"You still have a match, and you're the main event."
"Shit… I forgot." John muttered, too preoccupied with what had been occurring.
"Cena, what's going on."
"Nothing Randy."
"You're not forgetful."
"It's fine."
"Cena," Randy spoke slowly, "I know something is wrong, and that feud that's going on between you and Barrett… is it real? It's not only an act right?"
"Nothing is going on between me and Wade. Now move, I got to get ready for a match."
The Viper stood dumbfounded. He had just been order to "move" by Cena, the former champion that everyone looked up to. Randy may not know every little aspect of Friendship 101, but he damn sure knew when his friend wasn't acting like himself. Especially when he only had such a small handful of close friends; he was going to make sure he wasn't going to lose any one of them.
Randy did what he normally did best outside the ring and inside of one.
He stalked John Cena quietly until the man went into the Nexus locker room. He stood outside and heard a few things knocking over, laughing, and what perked his ears the most was those aggravating accents.
John opened the door with a huge slam, the door nearly hitting the Viper's face if he hadn't caught it.
What puzzled Orton was how Cena only kept walking, as if he hadn't notice the Viper's presence. But then again… not everyone notices the Viper's presence.
Randy walked back into his locker room to freshen up and watch the match against Cena and Bourne. As he slipped on one of his infamous viper t-shirts, he noticed how both men looked hideous and groggy during their matches, and none of them was giving it their all.
He understood Evan Bourne being really tired since he was still sick, but what hit him was when the high flyer began to push himself to actually sell the moves John threw at him instead of letting physics do its job.
He noticed how the match began to negatively affect the crowd and decided to leave the backstage arena.
Orton slipped into direct view of everyone in the crowd. He strode over to the ringside and jumped easily on to the ring apron. He pretended to distract the referee, using code words loud enough so that the two wrestlers in the ring and the ref knew what they were going to do.
As soon as Bourne caught his cue to walk towards Randy, John quickly went in for the pin, and the referee caught the three count.
The Viper slipped back out of view and stashed himself behind stage, waiting for the two men to leave the ring.
"Cena!" the annoying accent growled. As Wade and the rest of the Nexus walked towards the ex-marine, Randy intervened. He walked between the conflict and gave the Nexus his signature, cutting glare.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to have a word with Cena."
Wade nodded, and he and the Nexus walked off.
"Now, want to explain to me why Bourne had to SELL your best moves?"
TBC.
A/N: Sorry for this chapter being so short ^^"