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Logan is John Cena's young cousin, the product of John Cena Sr.'s brother and a Viagra prescription. Ben Runnels is Cody's young half-brother, courtesy of the American Dream and another little blue pill. You can stop throwing up a little in your mouth anytime now...at least you don't have to live with the knowledge that -your- old man is literally too old for babymaking unless there's pharmaceutical assistance, and that your womb for rent let old men in. And in the case of Dream, old, obese men.

You're welcome.

Randy Orton had a few words with Logan Cena a few hours ago, when it was still considered "late at night" and not "ungodly hour of the morning".

He'd come to pluck his son Peyton out of the equation of the Cena/Runnels trouble that was brewing, (and by trouble, we mean good pals shit, not fighting or anything) when Logan shot a pretty unexpected wisecrack Big Orton's way. It was not responded to very well-Randy had given Logan a piece of his mind as well as the advice to "Go talk to John and tell him that if this shit keeps up, I predict you're the next Gunner Calloway." It was the way Randy had said those words, that Logan must have felt like a judicial sentence had just been levied...there was no trace of anything nice in the way Randy said it. The words were innocuous enough, but only because Logan didn't know who the hell Gunner Calloway was. And there was something in the way Randy told him to go tell John...Logan instinctively knew it couldn't be good.

Peyton was a little embarrassed that his father had swooped in like that and came to get him, but he was more or less used to it. His Dad is unpredictable. Everybody knows that. But what his Dad and Logan discussed, Peyton couldn't tell you, because they'd done it out of Ben and Peyton's earshot. All he knew is he was afraid Ben was going to troll him for "Your Daddy comes and gets you like you're 5."

To Logan's credit, the pretense of being a smartass was dropped. He'd backed down and retreated with Ben, and their night was effectively over.

Apex Predator? More like Cerebral Assassin after the head game Randy had dropped on him, but Triple H would probably bury everybody before parting with that name.

Randy was still pissed. "The fuck that kid thinks he is, talkin' to me like that," he'd grumbled to himself, but hadn't told Peyton what the conversation entailed: If he'd wanted Peyton to hear it, he wouldn't have pulled Logan aside.

While the kids who were traveling with them were generally well-behaved, Randy knew he'd crossed a line when he'd thrown out the Logan Cena/Gunner Calloway comparison. Was he sorry he'd done it? Fuck, no. Better to head shit off at the pass. You don't fucking sass -him- like that. He hoped John straightened shit out. Randy has his own kid to worry about, and doesn't need a little smartass thinking he's on the level of an adult...a Main Eventer, no less...and talking to him like he's one of the boys. They're -not- on the same level. Maybe the undercard allows kids with last names like Orton and Cena to talk to them like that, but if Randy caught word that Peyton was speaking to the workers that way, he'd have his foot in his kid's ass so fast...

John and Logan had a different relationship. They weren't father and son, but John took a guardianship role and had custody. Sometimes that doesn't always mean be a friend. Randy took his responsibilities to Peyton seriously. He's not the greatest father, but hell. He doesn't think -his- kid would be Gunner, Part Deux.

Logan was stewing over it. He couldn't get the name "Gunner Calloway" out of his mind. And so, he did something about it.

He had been up most of the night, slept a little, and was right back up. After he ended up getting into a mild...Conversation with Randy, the whole Gunner thing lingered in his head. he wanted to say he was a pro with the whole backstage thing, but there were a group of kids there before them. John was there longer than most, so surely he knew. He'd never admit it, but it was eating at him. And nothing (supposedly) eats at him like this.

You need to do me a favor and tell about Gunner. Has to ring some bells, or something.

If asked, he was not going to admit what happened late last night/early morning. Would put it all to curiosity.

John replied:

Too much to text. This is something we'll talk about face to face. Just tell me where you heard that name. You know what? I just looked at the clock. You see what time it is? Time for you to get back to this hotel room. Come up before Security ends up bringing you up. It's way too late to be out. We've had this discussion before.

And now he's wondering if Gunner Calaway's shown his face here. John sure as hell hopes not. The years of Gunner more or less running the show when it came to 'E kids are past, but the memory remains. John didn't have guardianship of Logan yet while Gunner was most prominent, and all people responsible for kids do keep an eye out for the ne'er do well who happens to be Undertaker's real-life son. Gunner's older now, but doubtfully still not wiser, and still an asshole who could exert nothing but bad influence over the kids.

John sent another text, just in case.

Only reason I know you're on the grounds was that I GPSed your phone. You're lucky I have a basic idea where you are, because if you asked me that question and I didn't know where you were, shit would've got real, real fast, and escalated quicker than you realize. Get up here now, Logan.

John wouldn't be sleeping tonight. Not now, wondering about how the hell that blast from the past, and not a welcome name, has come out of Logan. He paced the room while he waited for his young cousin to make his appearance, and stay in for the night.

Logan simmered.

Seriously? Seriously!?

He was not about to go through this with John. Of all times for his little "protector" attitude to show up, he chooses now. He didn't even bother to take the last text seriously, and was focusing more on his original question. He doubted any shit "getting real" because it was nothing to get real over. As if Logan didn't stay out for long periods of time anyway. Whatever.

Fine. On the way. I figured you would have known where the hell I was at in the first place, because I never go far. Be up there in a second.

What's up with him and backing down today? Jesus.

But John wanted to wait until morning.

Logan didn't.

Cue the entrance theme to "The Battle Of Wills."

Well, this family was good for one thing, it was making things four times harder than what they needed to be. Of course all Logan wanted was an answer to his question, which was "Who the hell is Gunner, and why is he relevant?" A part of him knew he should have just went to someone else who was old and wouldn't care as much. But no, he went to John. How fucking stupid.

So he barged off of the elevator, in a mood just short of being peeved, and slid into his room quietly. He could do this tomorrow, couldn't he?

So he kicked his shoes off, changed, and walked through the bathroom to get to John's room. Stuck his head in with a "I'm back," and was proceeding to go back to his own room. He wasn't afraid, but he was thinking John was in a fussy mood, and he don't have the time for it. No, seriously. They've had it out before, and he doesn't want to go down that road.