A/N: So this is a reupload not that it matters since no one read it anyway. I wrote this with my sister (MsMKT86) and we think its hilarious but we laugh at dumb shit so... Even if you aren't into wrestling you should read this its not really about wrestling but a couple of the characters happen to be wrestlers. Also the OC Frisco Burke is based on a real life person if anybody guesses who we'll make you an OC. Oh, and my sister wanted me to ask you guys to read her other stuff.(I recommend Shane's Room) REVIEWS=LOVE
"Cena, you ready?" Randy Orton asked when his best friend opened the door to his hotel room.
"No. 'Cause I don't wanna go." John Cena said as he returned to his spot on the couch.
"Why not? I told you we were going to check out the local delicacies." Randy said with a smirk as he removed his suit jacket.
"That's classy, Randall." John said with a chuckle.
"Come on man. How would it look if Stephen or I got a DUI?" he asked as his groomed his beard.
"For Stephen like he made a mistake. For you like another conduct unbecoming." John joked.
"Fuck you man." Randy said cutting his eyes at him. "Get your ass up. Stephen's waiting." John let out a resigned sigh as he stood to his feet. He slid his feet into his Purple Label dress shoes, grabbed his blazer off the chair and pushed Randy out of the room. When he and Randy stepped out of the elevator in the lobby of the Marriott Courtyard, Stephen greeted them.
"I see you didn't change your clothes." he said to John. John looked down at his black dress pants, white button up and black blazer and then shook his head no. He looked at his two friends and noticed that both Randy and Stephen had put on fresh clothes. Randy's modern cut black suit with white pinstripes was accompanied by a black button up and a white tie. And Stephen had put on dark gray dress pants, a white button up and a black vest that matched his ascot. "I'm not sure that the lasses are going to like a suit that was touched by about 200 elementary school students." John rolled his eyes as he pulled the keys to his rental out of his pocket.
The three men drove through the streets of Winchester following the direction of the GPS.
"Where the hell am I supposed to park?" John asked.
"I think it's over there." Stephen pointed out the window at a small parking lot. John slammed on the breaks, he had almost missed the unmarked entrance.
"It looks like it's a good size place." Randy said as they exited the car.
"Mmhmm." John said with a shrug as they got in line. After they stood there for a few minutes, Randy noticed one of the bouncers say something to the one next to him. The smaller of the two nodded his head and then came toward them.
"Mr. Cena, if you and your party could follow me." he said as he stood before them.
"Uh sure." John said as he, Randy and Stephen followed the man inside the club. He lead them to a dark corner near the window that was roped off. They sat down and the bouncer left.
"What the fuck is this?" Randy asked his friends who's faces were barely illuminated by the glow of the fake candle on the table.
"VIP, I guess." John answered with a shrug.
"Really?" Stephen asked. "I feel like I'm missing my dunce cap."
"Well, instead of complaining about it, why don't we just go to the bar?" John said rising from the table. He gathered up the rope and the other two followed him across the wide room to the bar. "Thanks for table, but we'd just rather sit at the bar." he said to the bartender as he set the rope and it's poles behind the bar.
"Ok. Well, welcome to Sweet Caroline's. What can I get you?" she asked with a smile.
"Water for me." John said.
"Patrón on ice." Randy said with a wink.
"Just a Guinness." Stephen ordered.
"Coming right up." she said happily.
On Warrior Drive, in the most awesome of townhouses, three friends were editing a video for their web show. Monica Hughes, her sister Claudette and Monica's best friend Joesph Witter were in the living room laughing while Monica worked.
"Joe, he's not gay!" Monica exclaimed, her laptop on her knees.
"Who's not gay?" Claudette questioned looking up from her cell phone.
"Your sister's positive that my future husband's not gay." Joe answered matter-of-factly.
"Future husband? You're not even dating anybody. So who are you marrying?" Claudette asked.
"The yummy barista at the Daily Grind on Old Town." he said swooning.
"Why are you so sure he's gay?" Monica asked with a chuckle.
"He gave me two dollops of whipped cream on my hot chocolate. If that don't say gay, I don't know what does." Joe said with finality.
"You asked for extra whipped cream." Monica reminded.
"Semantics." he said with a wave of his hand causing both girls to laugh.
"White boy, youse a classy bitch." Claudette said catching her breath. Joe sat crossed legged in an armchair. His entire five foot eleven frame stretched. His dark red skinny jeans, that showed off his ass, were cuffed at the bottom, his white slim fit Tee was covered with a black blazer with rolled up sleeves. He wore black deck shoes and no socks. His brown hair was in a perfectly styled pompadour and his hazel eyes were framed by rectangle frame glasses.
Claudette sat with her knees to her chest on the couch texting. Her curvy five foot four body was clothed in black leggings and a hot pink princess cut tunic. Her black and pink booties were on the floor in front of her. Her long black hair, most of which was hers, was pulled up into a high ponytail. She wore a few rings and all four of her earring holes were full. Her left wrist was covered with a black and pink watch that had a platinum band. Even her tongue ring matched her shirt. Her chocolate skin had a few tattoos and her almond shaped eyes housed near black pupils. Her plump lips were covered in Sexy Motherpucker lip gloss.
Monica worked hard on the video. Her curvy five foot one frame was dressed in skinny jeans and the most recent John Cena t-shirt. Her black Havaianas Slims were on the floor in front of her. Her skin was the color of pumpkin pie spice and it had a few tattoos. She was a wide eyed girl with slightly pouty lips and butter pecan brown eyes. Her long dark brown hair that fell mid back, was mostly store bought but she loved every inch of it.
"Anyway, what's for dinner tonight?" Joe asked changing the subject.
"Something quick because we have to go see HeartAttak play." Monica said.
"A-fucking-gain." Joe and Claudette said with a dramatic sigh.
"Yes, we're going to support Trevor." Monica said irritated to be having this conversation again.
"I'm not fucking nobody in that band, I don't have to go to every show." Joe said snapping his neck.
"Can't one of us go and the other stay home?" Claudette asked hopefully.
"No, we go to every one of Frisco's shows, so we're going." Monica said annoyed.
"Of course you come to my shows, I'm awesome." a voice with a sexy Southern drawl said entering into the living room.
"Hey baby. Hope you didn't have any plans for tonight. We have to go see HeartAttak." Claudette said with fake enthusiasm after her boyfriend kissed her on the lips.
"Who's we?" he asked as he sat down beside her on the couch.
"All of us. You need to scope out the competition, right Frisco?" Joe asked jokingly.
"You got jokes?" he said with a smirk. Frisco Burke was a musician in his own right. With a record deal, a band, and shows outside of his hometown. His slim six foot one body was toned and fit from Yoga. He had curly red hair and green eyes. His skin was fair but was covered with lots of tattoos. His slim fit tee fit snugly on his awesome arms and his skinny Levi's fit like a glove. His black Converse matched his black and white watch with the platinum band. His pouty, pillow soft lips were one of his best assets.
"I'm going to change. Order Chinese take-out." Monica said rising from the chair.
"Leave your credit card. If I have to go see him, you paying." Joe said with his hand held out. Monica rolled her eyes, put her card in his hand and ran upstairs.
"I called Trevor and got us on the list." Monica said as she, Claudette, Frisco and Joe were walking down the sidewalk.
"Good, 'cause I had no inten*tion of paying to see Trevor." Joe said.
"Whatever Joe." Monica said as she past into the door.
"Same old bitches." Joe said exasperatedly as he looked around the club to see familiar faces.
"I'm going to the bar." Frisco said with a quick kiss to his girlfriend.
"I'm going to see if Trevor needs anything." Monica said as she walked off toward the stage.
"Joe and I are going to hit the floor." Claudette said as she and Joe danced to the middle of dance floor.
Boredom threatened to choke John. He was tired of watching Randy flirt with every girl that even looked toward the bar. He nursed his water as a tall tattooed guy sat down next to him. They exchanged pleasantries but didn't speak again. John pulled out his phone and began to play Fruit Ninja when his attention got drawn to the tattooed guy again.
"Why can't he get his own fucking water?" he asked annoyed. John knew he wasn't talking to him but he couldn't see past him but then he leaned forward slightly on his stool.
"He's getting in the zone for the show." the beautiful girl said to him. She wore a dark blue, form fitting dress that hugged her body perfectly. Her hair was in big waves.
"Right. He's an artist." the guy said dryly.
"He is Frisco. Why are you being so mean?" she asked him.
"Sorry Mo. You know he irritates the shit out of me." Frisco said easily.
"I know. Sorry." Mo said apologetically.
"It's not your fault." Frisco said as he hugged her with one arm.
"Here's your water." the bartender said.
"Thanks." she said grabbing the bottle. "See ya later Frisco." she said with a wide smile. John turned slightly on his stool and watched her walk away.
"He is so fine." Joe said as he and Claudette danced. His gaze locked on the bar.
"Joe, you don't have to keep telling me that Frisco's fine. I know." Claudette said mid hip shake.
"Ain't nobody looking at your man with that hot piece of man meat at the bar." Joe said as he turned Claudette toward the bar.
"Who the fuck are you looking at?" she asked looking at the crowded bar.
"The one in the middle with the suit." he said. "The gay gods sent him here just for me. Who else wears a suit to Sweet Caroline's?"
"Joe, that's Randy fucking Orton." Claudette said turning to look her friend in the eye.
"No it's not." Joe said shaking his head.
"Yes it is." she said turning to look at him again. "I'd know that back anywhere. That's a hot back."
"Bitch, we're in Sweet Caroline's. That is not Randy Orton." Joe argued.
"Yes it is. I'll prove it." Claudette said as she marched off toward the stage. "Mo I need you."
"Why? What's wrong?" Mo asked worry in her voice.
"Just come with me." Claudette said pulling her along. "Look at that guy in the suit. It's Randy Orton."
"Holy shit it is!" Monica cried. "What is he doing in Sweet Caroline's?"
"Both of ya'll are delusional." Joe said. "That's not him."
"You just mad because if that's Randy Orton then the gay gods have disappointed you once again." Claudette said to Joe causing Monica to laugh out loud.
"I hate ya'll bitches." Joe said pouting. "Bitch, if you so sure go look." he said pushing Claudette toward the bar. "You gonna owe me a drink when it's not him." She looked at him over her shoulder and climbed the two steps that lead to the bar. She steps in between Frisco and the guy beside him. She looked to her right slightly and confirmed it was Randy and then quickly turned back to Frisco.
"Having fun?" Claudette asked taking a sip of Frisco's cranberry and vodka.
"Fuck no." he answered with a chuckle. "I hate this fucking place." Claudette laughed loudly. She turned her head again to sneak a peek at Randy but he caught her.
"Hi." Randy said sexily.
"Hi." she said trying to keep her cool. Claudette's brain started going a mile a minute. She had to make a hard and fast decision. Was she going to pretend like she didn't know him or was she going to let her fangirl flag fly? It was a very delicate situation. Frisco watched the whole exchange and laughed. He knew Claudette was freaking out. She loved Randy Orton. Then he noticed the guy next to him that hadn't looked up from his phone.
"Hey. Aren't you John Cena?" he asked.
"Shit!" Claudette thought to herself.
"Yeah." John answered.
"My girlfriend's sister is a fan of yours."
"Really? Is she here?"
"Yes!" Claudette said excitedly.
"Is she hot?"Randy questioned.
"Come see for yourself." Claudette said grabbing John's hand and leading him to the floor. They were followed by Randy. "Hey Mo. Someone wants to meet you." she said to the shorter dancing girl in front of her.
"Who would want to meet me?" Mo asked as she turned to look at her sister. Suddenly, she was face to face with John Cena. "Oh my God." she said her cheeks blazing red.
"Hi." John said flashing his 1,000 watt smile. "You're sister said you were a fan."
"Did she?" Mo said, her eyes flicking to her sister. "Awesome."
"Ask him to dance." Joe whispered to Mo.
"No." she said looking at him her eyes wide.
"Hi, I'm Randy Orton." Randy said stepping in front of John.
"Hi." Monica said. She wanted to scream but she just grabbed Joe. "This is my best friend Joe."
"Oh. Hello Joe." Randy said.
"Wanna give it a go?" Joe said under his breath. Monica had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
"What'd you say?" he asked.
"Nothing. Just that I owe my girl Claudette a drink." Joe said pointing past Randy at her.
"So, your name is Claudette?" Randy asked with a sexy smirk.
"Yeah." she said trying to keep her composure.
"That's a unique name. Does the owner make the name or does the name make the owner?" he asked flirtatiously.
"I don't know. Maybe you should ask my boyfriend." she said pointing to Frisco at the bar.
"I'd much rather find out from you." he said now standing in front of her. Joe, who had moved beside Claudette rolled his eyes.
"So anyway. Do you come here often?" John asked Monica. He kicked himself for saying literally the lamest thing he could think of.
"Yes...sadly." she said with a laugh. "But you don't."
"I was in town for Be A Star and we were at a gas station and Randy saw a poster for the show and he figured there would be girls here. So, here we are." John explained.
"Oh. There's plenty of girls here if he's not picky." Mo said with a "eh" face. John laughed.
"All the girls aren't eh." he said with a crooked smile. Monica blushed again and for the first time ever thanked Sweet Caroline's for the almost complete darkness.
"Hey baby, we're getting ready to start." A tall guy with shoulder length honey brown hair said wrapping his tattoo covered arm around Mo's waist. He was dressed in super skinny, super low rise jeans and a tight Tee. His gray eyes were locked on her. His chiseled jaw pushed back and a wide smile etched across his face.
"Hi Trevor." Joe said indignantly.
"Joe." Trevor said glancing at him.
"Did you meet Monica's new friend John Cena?" Joe asked with a face that said he's better than you.
"No." he said.
"He came to meet her because he heard she was a fan but I guess you wouldn't understand that because the only fan you have is paper and has a funeral home ad on the back." Joe said with a smile. Randy and Claudette both laugh. Before Joe could say anything else, Claudette pulled him away toward the bar.
"Kiss me for luck. We're about to get started." Trevor said as he leaned down and kissed her lips.
"Break a leg." Mo said after they broke the kiss.
"Your friend was kind of hard on him, wasn't he?" John asked after Trevor walked away.
"It's been worse." she said shrugging her shoulders, her eyes locked on the stage.
"Is he your boyfriend?" John asked.
"Yeah." she said avoiding eye contact.
"Cool." he said as the band started to play.