Warning: This story contains profanity & slash.
A/N: In addition to this fic being my first, I wanted to dedicate this story to Jessica aka Subseeker (aka the reason I made this account in the first place). Long story short, her storytelling has inspired me to get my gears going and give this "writing" thing a try. I highly suggest you check out some of her work!
Chapter 1
"Oh, fuck off already!"
"I'll fuck off once you realize just how much of a god damn douche bag you are!"
I was furious. I couldn't believe it. How could he be so insensitive? And here he was, enough audacity to justify his behavior. Yep. Douche bag seemed fitting.
"Ah alright, so I'm the douche bag? You really are delusional, aren't you Cena?" Randy yelled back. "Hey! Boy! Look at me when I talk to you!"
Boy? Who the hell did this guy think he was? Turning back around to lock eyes, I yelled back, "And just who do you think you are, talking to me like that?"
Security was already having a difficult enough time escorting us out of the arena. Various superstars and divas were scattered around the halls watching everything unfold. Too many witnesses. What a shame - I was really looking forward to putting Orton in the ICU.
"Oh please!" Randy replied. "Do us all a favor and quit the obnoxious nice-guy act! You think your life is so fucking great, but it really isn't! It's a mess! A fucking mess!"
I couldn't be bothered anymore. Rolling my eyes, I turned around and opened the parking lot door. Security let me go and I bolted for my rental. I started the engine and from the corner of my eye, I could see Randy enter his rental as well. Muttering a few profanities under my breath, I reversed my car and got the hell out of that lot.
On the drive back to the hotel, my mind was racing. I was furious, but at the same time I couldn't help but wonder why Randy snapped the way he did. We both knew each other since we both started back in OVW over a decade ago. We were never really "good friends" but throughout our time in the company we were always civil with each other. At the very least we had a good amount of mutual respect.
I've seen Randy acting out in the past, but tonight was different. His eyes. Those icy blues looked so sharp and menacing. The passion he injected into the words he said was intense. Now I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that Randy Orton will go down in history as one of the most notorious hotheads. Sure, he's been known to have a scuffle here and there, attend an anger-management class or two, and have a few one-night stands over the course of 24 hours, but over the past couple of years Randy has shown a tremendous amount of growth as a human being. Everyone seemed to be convinced that Randy's epiphany was a result of the birth of his daughter, and I had to agree wholeheartedly. Being a father must have really opened his eyes, melted his ignorance, and for the first time in his life made him fully aware of just how childish he's always been. Tonight was the first time in years I've seen him act out. And as much as I wanted to snap his neck at this very moment, I couldn't help but wonder what changed.
After checking in, I made my way towards the elevators. Duffle bag in hand, I smashed the elevator button a good 7-10 times as I bit my bottom lip. I couldn't take it anymore. All I wanted to do was head straight to bed. I wasn't tired, but there was nothing else I wanted to do but to put myself into a deep sleep and forget tonight ever happened. I heard a small ding and made my way inside. Reaching over to press for my floor, the door started to close when from the corner of my eye I could see Randy rush for the doors.
"Hold the fucking doors! I'm not done with you yet, you son of a..."
Ding.
