A/N: I own nothing except the OCs Mikaela and Mel, so don't sue. This is a fic inspired by the song "Run This Town" by Jay-Z and Rihanna. This will be a multi-chapter fic, and it will be co-written by my bestest buddy Mel aka XxRamyfanxX. Reviews are very appreciated, and if you could all let me know your opinions on the story so far, it would be great. :) Thank you and enjoy!
Chapter 1
"Feel it comin' in the air. Hear the screams from everywhere. I'm addicted to the thrill. It's a dangerous love affair." –Rihanna, "Run This Town"
Randy Orton ripped his way through the curtain, his enraged steely-blue gaze sweeping the surprised and wary faces of the various techies and crew members. They all shrank under the force of his fury. Randy was scary even when he was in a good mood, but in a bad mood he was terrifying.
"Where's Cena?" Randy bellowed, the violence in his deep voice making everyone present flinch. When no one answered right away, he snarled, "Well?"
"He went to his locker room," a stick-thin, wide-eyed techie piped up, pointing hesitantly in the direction of the locker rooms.
Randy stormed through the crowd of people, all of them parting hurriedly to let him through. His huge hands were balled into fists and his teeth were clenched together painfully.
John Cena had screwed him for the last time.
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"Wait, so you're telling me that you saw Kaitlyn and Ted DiBiase making out?" Mikaela Mizanin asked in disbelief, her gray-blue eyes wide.
"That's what I saw," her best friend and fellow Diva Mel Brooks said, shrugging her shoulders and flipping her long brown hair. "It was pretty graphic, too. I think I saw some tongue."
"Ew! Mel, you're disgust–" Mikaela stopped suddenly as they rounded the corner and nearly crashed right into a very pissed off Randy Orton. Both the Divas looked up at him, their faces filling with slight fear and wariness.
"Oh, sorry Randy, we didn't see you there," Mel said, her nervous voice seeming to echo around the nearly-empty hallway. She grabbed Mikaela's arm and gave him a shaky smile. "We'll just be going now."
But Randy stepped into the brunette Diva's path, his blue eyes now a stormy gray, betraying the darkness that was emerging inside. "Hold on one second," he said, his voice a low growl. "You two are friends with Cena, right?"
"Well, I wouldn't exactly call us friends," Mel answered, looking anywhere but at him. "He gets on my nerves sometimes."
"Yeah, me too," Mikaela piped up. She could feel the heat radiating off of Randy's tense body, and she felt a bead of sweat roll down the back of her neck. This was not good. Everyone knew not to get in Randy's way when he was in one of his rages, but this time she had a feeling that her and Mel were caught in his crosshairs.
"But you talk to him, yeah?" Randy said, lowering his head to stare directly into the faces of the two Divas.
"Um...yeah, I guess so," Mikaela replied slowly. Every instinct in her body was screaming at her to run, but there was nowhere to go. Plus Mel had seemingly frozen up next to her, and there was no way Mikaela was going to leave her best friend behind with the furious Viper.
Randy studied them for a moment, and then he growled almost to himself, "Fine. I'll get back at him this way, then. It'll be easier anyways."
Mikaela felt a sick feeling settle in her stomach at his words. What did he mean by that? She didn't want to stick around to find out.
"Come on, Mel," Mikaela hissed, grabbing her friend's arm and beginning to back them away. "We have to get out of here, now."
Mel snapped out of her trance and glanced at Mikaela, seeing the fear in her gray-blue eyes. She spun her head around and gasped when she saw Randy advancing towards them, his jaw clenched tightly and a murderous gleam in his eyes.
"Mikaela, hurry up!" Mel cried, tugging on her friend's arm frantically.
"I can't, there's nowhere to go!" Mikaela exclaimed, whipping her head from side-to-side and searching for an escape route. There were none, and she began to think that they were clinically fucked.
But then there were the sounds of running footsteps, and a voice that the Divas had never been more happy to hear rang out in the hallway: "Hey Orton, get the hell away from them!"
Randy spun around, allowing the girls to see past him, and their bodies filled with relief when they saw John Cena standing in the hallway. Zack Ryder was beside him, the Long Island Iced-Z's blue eyes burning with anger and concern. Mel's eyes met his, and she quickly looked away, a blush tinging her cheeks. Her embarrassment did not go unnoticed by her best friend, and Mikaela shot her a curious look that she did not return.
"Your beef is with me, not with them," John said, his voice seeming to fill the empty space of the hallway. "Leave them alone."
"I wouldn't have had to threaten them if you hadn't won our match!" Randy snarled, his lip curling. "You win everything! You get everything handed to you, whether you do something right or not! It's not fair!"
"Not fair?" John repeated, rolling his eyes. "What, are we back in grade school now?"
"You have never had to work a day in your life, have you, Cena? You get everything you want with no strings attached. You make me sick," Randy spat, the venom in his voice enough to kill.
"Well that's great, Randy, but why don't you take it up with the GM instead of cornering defenseless women?" John demanded. "That's just as sickening as what you're saying about me."
Randy let out a low growl, but he didn't move to attack John. Instead he said, "This isn't over, Cena. You'll pay your dues. I'll make sure of it." With that, he stalked past John, shoving Zack roughly out of the way as he did so. The four left in the hallway watched him until he disappeared around the corner, and then John and Zack turned back to the Divas.
"Are you ladies okay?" John asked, his booming voice filled with concern.
"Yeah, we're fine," Mikaela told him. She liked John most of the time, but she had to admit that she got a little sick of his squeaky-clean hero attitude. She liked a guy with a dark side.
"Mel?" Zack said, sidling up to the brunette. "Are you sure you're okay? You look pretty shaken up."
Mel gave him a weak smile. "I'm okay."
"Still, you look pretty weak. Here, lean on me until we get back to the locker room," Zack said, offering his arm to her. Mel smiled again and wrapped her hands around the offered arm, leaning into his side. Mikaela watched from the corner of her eye, a flicker of a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. So Mel had a thing for Zack, huh? Interesting.
"Randy looked pretty mad," Mel murmured as the four of them started walking down the hall. "He could try anything."
"Please," John scoffed. "What's the worst he can do?"
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"Cena needs to pay," Randy Orton snarled into the darkened locker room. "Dearly."
"I agree," a voice with a slight lisp said from a corner. "But how exactly do you plan to do that?"
Randy didn't answer right away; instead he paced back and forth, running his hands over his stubbly head and chewing his bottom lip. There was a shuffling sound from a different corner, and then a voice with a Southern accent suggested, "Maybe we don't need a new plan, maybe we just need an old one."
Randy halted mid-pace and turned to stare into the corner that the voice had emanated from, his cold blue gaze lighting up. "That's it," he rumbled enthusiastically. "I know what we have to do."
"And that would be?" the lisp-tinged voice questioned, a slight sarcastic edge to it.
Randy turned to look into that corner, his eyes gleaming in the pale light that came from the crack in the door.
"We're going to reform Legacy."
A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. I hope you all are intrigued. :) The next chapter will be written by Mel. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review and tell us what you think so far!