Randy had just finished a long hard show and was sorting himself out in the locker room. John noticed that Randy looked a little down.
"Hey man, what's wrong?"
"Me? There's nothing wrong with me. Just leave me alone"
Hearing that from Randy hurt John. Him and Randy haven't always been on the same page but this time John did nothing wrong. Also deep down he cared about Randy.
Randy was packing up really quickly avoiding eye contact with anyone. He felt sick and tired and he missed his home life. Trying to hold back tears, he stumbled out of the locker room. John followed him.
"Randy, you can't hide this from me. Something is wrong"
"You know what John. I'm sick and tired of this. I want to give up but I can't. I used to enjoy this almost too much but now I feel so sick and tiered every time I step into the ring"
"... Well I'm sure you could leave for a time and get your head together"
"You don't get it John. I can't! "
They were both storming down the hallway to the car park. Randy was just trying to get away from John, still in pain from his last match against The Miz. He really hated the Miz and was glad to have beaten him, but still he felt the effects of the match.
When they reached the Car park John tried to stop Randy.
"JOHN, MOVE! Why do you always have to get in the way, I really hate you sometimes!" he said as he pushed John away making him slam against a parked car.
John watched Randy packing his car when suddenly a car curved out of nowhere sending Randy rolling up the bonnet and then being sent slamming into the ground.