Randy watches the monitor anxiously. Evan is filming a match for Superstars before RAW begins and his opponent is Chris Masters. He doesn't like this how this match is going, that last strike that Masters delivered to Evan's back doesn't seem to have been an act at all.

His expert eyes scan the screen as John creeps up behind him, "He's not pulling his shots."

"I know. I mean, some guys feel they need to prove themselves a bit, but Masters has been around long enough. There's no need for it," Randy sighs helplessly as Evan goes for a cross body off the top rope and Masters catches him easily. The placement of Chris' hand on Evan's backside as he holds him up makes Randy's face turn red and he can hear John growl behind him.

But there's nothing they can do. Randy can't even smile when Evan slips through the Masterlock and finishes off the older man with a beautiful shooting star press. It's not long before Evan limps his way back to the room they are in and Randy goes to him as he walks in the door.

"Ow ow ow ow ow," Evan sinks down in a chair and Randy inspects his back. There's a large red mark right in the middle that is starting to swell and the older man curses.

"I'm gonna kick his ass," Randy storms from the room, leaving Evan wincing and John looking after him worriedly. He guesses it's up to him to get Evan cleaned up so he helps the younger man stand and leads him to the medic's room, hoping Randy doesn't do anything itoo/I crazy.

He's not going to, but he does make quite an entrance in the other locker room.

"What the hell was that?"

Everyone in the room looks at him in surprise. Chris Masters, Chavo, Kofi, Paul, Jack, Mike, and Eddie watch him with big eyes as he practically melts them with his angry glare. He steps up to Chris who stands as he approaches and says, "I don't want to see a match like that from you again."

"And why is that Orton?" Chris grins and the other men in the locker room don't really know how to react; they don't understand what Randy is so upset about.

"Because," Randy scans all the faces in the room, "we're not here to hurt each other. Our job is to make it look good for the crowd and if you can't do that then you don't belong here. Got it?"

The room remains silent.

"Does everyone get that because if this continues then it's only a matter of time before someone's career or life is ended."

They all nod in agreement, they know how important it is that they try and keep each other safe.

"I screwed up, okay man? I'm sorry," Chris offers and Randy just looks at him carefully before nodding his head and leaving the room. He hasn't made it three steps before Vince's voice stops him.

"Randy, we need to talk about what just happened."

Randy just nods with a questioning look on his face and they continue down the hall together for a ways before Vince speaks up again, "You made a very good point in there Randy, but I can't have you doing that."

"What do you mean? I was just-"

"Yeah, I know what you were doing," Vince shakes his head, "but you can't get on them like that. You're not the one in charge here."

"I know that," he looks at the older man with big blue eyes.

"Good, because you're scaring the other superstars and I can't have you letting your emotions get the better of you. Do you understand?"

They stop in the hallway and face each other. Randy doesn't offer the right answer, "But-"

"No buts," Vince says firmly, "You're lucky that nothing came out of that incident with Flair and now you're stomping around back here like you're out to save the world. I know you have everyone's best interest in mind, but I need you to lay off."

"But-"

Vince holds a hand up to silence him, "What did I say? No more intimidating your co-workers. If I hear more of it there are going to be consequences."

And with that, Vince leaves Randy there, mouth agape.

After the show, Randy heads off to the hotel to nurse Evan's wounds, along with Cody who has been waved away by Ted, promising that he will catch up later. Moments after the three are gone, Ted seeks out John, who had stayed behind for a meeting with Vince.

He finds the older man walking towards the parking area under the bowels of the arena and hurries to keep pace with him.

"Can I get a ride with you John? I kinda . . . wanted to talk to you about something."

John just nods and leads Ted to the car. They settle in before John says anything, "This is about you and Cody, right?"

"Well, yeah . . ."

"Let me stop you right there," John grins as he starts the car, "I don't want to be a part of your guys' sex life."

"Oh come on John!" Ted whines as they pull from that parking lot, "I know Cody talked to that therapist about it and I don't have anyone talk to."

John snorts "What about Randy? I sure he wouldn't mind hearing about your sexcapades."

"First of all, there haven't been any isexcapades/i. That's the problem. Second of all, Randy's been happy lately and I didn't want him to have to keep worrying about my issues."

"Okay," John sighs, "So what's the problem? Is Cody still . . . wary?"

Ted flings his hands up in agitation, "That's just the thing! He seems to be fine, but I just can't do it!"

The older man tries to tread carefully here, "You can't . . . have sex with him?"

"You probably think I'm ridiculous," Ted lets his face fall in his hands, "I'm just so afraid of hurting him."

He hasn't even noticed that they have pulled in to the hotel parking lot and John has stopped the car. John just unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to get a better look at Ted, who still has his face hidden.

"I don't think that's ridiculous at all," John chides the younger man, "That just shows how much you care about him. But think about it, who's going to know best when he's ready for this? He is. Cody's an adult, Teddy. Have a little faith."

Ted finally looks up at John, "But what if I do something wrong?"

John can only let out a laugh, "Listen, I don't know all the details of it, but you love him. You won't do anything wrong and you are not going to hurt him, okay?"

"Okay," Ted lets out a sniffle.

They eventually exit the car and head into the hotel, John following Ted up to his and Cody's room.

"So, is tonight the night?"

Ted's eyes widen for a moment before his cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"I'm going to take that as a yes," John smiles and pats Ted on the shoulder, "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Ted lets himself into the room only to find Cody splayed out on the bed still in his clothes, fast asleep. The T.V. is still on some old cartoon and Ted can only sigh. Tonight is certainly not going to be the night, but at least now, he has some hope for tomorrow.