Hello, loves.

I wasn't expecting to see this much of an interest and I really appreciate it! Thank you, guys. :)

enigmaticgirl ~ Thank you! I'll try to make this more interesting, though. So, hope you like the new chapter! :)

SLSheartsRKO ~ You go girl! You suprised me by making the first review. (In a very good way, it is always relaxing to see someone you know reviewing your story.) I'm not sure about making the characters going Slash, since I haven't done any Slash pairings before. But I'm trying to get used to it, by writing One Shot's. They are not as good as yours, of course. But I kinda like them. :D & Oh, dont you worry about Wade. I was thinking of the same situation while I was writing this plot. Wade harassing Randy and John being there to save his ass... Yeah, that pretty much suits the concept. :)

Here's the first chapter of the story. Enjoy! x3


It was the lunch time at Alcatraz Prison.

John Cena grabbed a metal tray and headed over to the buffet. He made a face when he saw the meal, soup and... something like putrefaction. "Oh, come on, Sable. I'm gonna be sick because of eating the same meal over the past five years."

The blonde laughed and shook her head. "I'm a volunteer, not a cook."

"Still, I'd be glad if you kept that in mind."

"Sure, I will," She said and served the meal on his tray. "Now, move. There are other puppies I have to feed."

John smirked and walked over to a table, where four other criminals were sitting. He placed himself next to the long haired man and started listening to the conversation that was being talked by the four of them.

"... I cant believe the punishment is something cruel like this," Johnny 'JoMo' Nitro said with a sigh. "Now, I cant get to see Melina 'till the lunch time."

"What punishment?" John asked in wonder. "And for who?"

"Oh, you can guess who the hell..." Hunter Helmsley growled. "It's Wade and his gang, including Layla, Michelle and the new girl... What was her damn name?"

"Gail?" Christian sighed. "Yeah, they are taking over here."

"What did they do?"

"They tried to escape," JoMo said. "Fortunately, they got caught. As for the punishment, we have been separated from girls."

"We are, already."

"Yeah, but we wont be with them at working times for a month," Christian Cage sighed. "In fact, we will be seeing them only at lunch times."

"Holy shit," John's eyes widened. "Why did they do something stupid like this? They should have known better."

"Because they're fuckin' idiots," Ted DiBiase narrowed his eyes. "I was just about to get in a serious relationship with Maryse."

Hunter let out a lively laugh. "You wish, man."

"Oh, I do."

After a minute of talking about the punishment, the doors of the old lunch room wide opened and a couple of cops walked in. The three of them were in front of someone, who was in an orange uniform just like the other criminals, and the other two were holding him. Once they were fully inside of the room and got everyone's attention, they broke him free by untying his handcuff. They yelled at him, telling him not to attack everyone and not to escape. He probably understood what kind of a situation he was in; he nodded slowly.

As soon as the cops were satisfied by his attitude, they led him to the buffel and then to a table. He sat down, but did not begin to eat immediately. He eyed the cops carefully, his ice blue eyes were boiling with anger. Five seconds later, the cops left him alone with his tray. It was when he began to eat his meal.

"Who's he?" John asked quietly.

"I have no idea," Christian glared at the new guy.

"Could he be Barrett's new spy?" JoMo raised an eyebrow carefully.

"Dont think so," Hunter shook his head. "Look at Barrett, he looks as interested as we are."

"Oh, are we interested now?" Ted smirked. "Come on, you guys. He's just the new guy who probably killed someone or did something really bad enough to get arrested. Dont try to connect everything with that asshole."

"That might sound weird," JoMo said. "But, for the first time, I agree with DiBiase."

John shrugged. "Right," He said. "Either way, I'm sick of Barret. Last time, he brainwashed the new guy, Cody. If he keeps doing that to every new person, he will be able to beat us for the next years."

"What do you suggest, then? Go talk to the new guy?" Christian asked.

"Oh, yeah."

"You're crazy," JoMo told him. "You dont even know him."

"I dont have to," John sighed. "I'm just gonna talk to him. I want to know about him, what if he's a psycho who likes to make people suffer? We should get to know every single person here. We must know who to trust, since we are all sleeping at the same place," He laughed out loud when he saw Ted gulp. "Dont worry, Ted. We always have your back."

"Yeah, thanks. That's really helped."

Shaking his head with a playful smile, John got up and walked up to the new guy's table. He did not seem to notice him, so John coughed a few times to get his attention. When he looked up at him, John offered him a smile. "Hey," He said. "Is it empty?"

The blue-eyed man nodded his head curiously. "Yeah."

John sat in front of him quickly. "My name's John. John Cena," He said, stucking his hand out.

"Randy Orton," He said, shaking his head kindly and continued to eat his meal. After a little bite of his meat, he started to cough. "What the hell..." He muttered.

John could not help but smirk a little. "Gross feed. Get used to it, man."

"I dont have to," Randy replied. "I'll be out of here soon."

"Uh huh."

"What? You find it hard to believe?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No, it's not that. I've just heard that a lot," John said. "I used to say that a lot back then."

Randy stayed quiet after a little nod, so John tried to make a conversation. "I wont be asking why you are here, because some of our stories are really... depressive and painful. Well, I'm sure, you'll tell us when you feel ready, anyway."

"Told you, I wont stay here that long."

"Just sayin'," John smiled. "See the man out there? His name's Wade. Wade Barrett and he-" Seeing as Randy choking on his food as soon as he heard the name, Wade Barrett, John muttered somethings to cool him down. "Whoa, dude."

"Did I just hear right? Wade Barrett?" He asked, John nodded. "I've read an article about him once. Is it true that he actually... killed all of those people?"

Once again, John nodded in order to confirm his words. "Yeah, it's true."

"Are you friends with him?"

"Me? No way in Hell," John shook his head in disbelief. "He's an asshole, I'm not. That's the huge difference between us."

"Oh, so I'm talking to Psycho Man's enemy?" Randy raised an eyebrow. "Great..."

"He's not as scary as you think he is," John laughed lightly. "He's just retarded, if it's the best way to describe him."

Randy grinned. "You know what, Cena? You're not in the certain criminal type that I had imagined."

"Well, what did you expect? Giant people who carry mortal materials with them all the time? Oh, we have those, too."

"Seriously? I thought, they were kept in Mental Hospitals or something."

"Oh, no. They are kept in the Strip Cell that is located on the lower tier of the D Block," John said.

"What's the difference between the normal cells and the Strip Cell?" Randy asked.

"They use some kind of a tough punishment, you know," John leaned in to whisper. "From what I've heard, the criminals who have mental problems would be stripped naked and gived water and bread once daily, an occasional meal and mattress at night. They are dangerous people, even for us."

"Got it."

"Hey," John glared at him, changing the subject. "Do you know where you will be staying?"

"Um, they said something about the Block A."

"You'll be staying in our floor... I take that, you are not as psycho as I thought you were."

"You thought I was a psycho?" Randy laughed for the first time. "What makes you think I am not?"

"People who accidentally killed someone or stole somethings precious, you know, anything bad... They are all in Block A. But people like Barrett stay in Block B. They are the real Psycho's."

Randy nodded his head. "Understood."

"Uh huh," John told him. "Since you're in our block, you might have a chance to stay in our cell... since Jericho was broken free, we have a room for one person. Anyway, the cell name is The Hunter's Cell."

"Hunter?"

"Hunter Helmsley, he's a nice guy. Probably, the nicest guy you've ever met."

"I'll meet the nicest guy I'll ever know in a prison, huh?" Randy shook his head. "That is what I would have never thought of."

"Let me tell you what," John said. "Why dont you join us for the rest of the lunch time?"

"I was actually thinking of staying here."

"You'll be bored in five minutes. Dont waste your time," John got up and stared at the table he had been sitting before.

With a sigh, Randy held his tray and followed him to the table. As soon as he reached to the table, four heads turned to his side in wonder. He placed himself next to John and listened to them as John introduce him to the others. "So... This guy is Randy. Randy Orton."

"It's Christian Cage," The blonde guy smiled.

"Johnny Nitro, but everyone calls me 'JoMo'," said the long haired one.

"Ted DiBiase," The guy nodded kindly.

The muscular one leaned back. "And I'm Hunter Helmsley."

"Randy will be staying with us, Hunt," John told him. "Well, in our Block. But with your help, which includes talking to the cop, he might stay in our cell."

"Oh My Lucifer," Hunter raised an eyebrow in interest. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious," He said. "I was-"

"Hold on a second, John," JoMo cut him off. "The girls are coming over."

The guys turned around and saw the girls from the Women's Cell walk into the lunch room. They were, just like the male criminals, in orange uniforms. Women cops led them over the buffet and they all started to get their meals. Sable was making little conversations with them all. Two blonde and two brunette walked over to their side with a sigh.

"Oh Mon Dieu," The blonde exclaimed. "It was the worst punishment we all got!"

"I know right?" The other blonde shook her head in disbelief. "And we didnt even do anything."

"Girls, girls," Christian muttered. "Did you meet our new guy? This is Randy Orton."

"Hey," The girls greeted him and smiled at him briefly.

"This is Maryse Oullett," John introduced her, pointing the blonde. "This is Trish Stratus," He said, looking at the other blonde. "It's Melina Perez," He showed the brunette one. "And this is Mickie James," John smiled at the other brunette, who returned the smile soon.

Randy nodded his head kindly. "Nice to meet you."

Hunter eyed Wade Barrett's table slowly. "Hey," He muttered. "Check out Barrett's table."

"I cant stand how Michelle and Layla are always around of Barrett, just because they think he's the strongest one here," Melina sighed.

"I agree," Mickie nodded. "They are sluts. But the only thing I cant stand is watching Candice and Stephanie playing with them all the time. I mean, it's obvious that they are not one of them."

"And it's obvious that they are not one of us," Maryse made a point. "They want to hang out with them, so, who are we to judge?"

"Right," Mickie said. "But I just cant stand it... They seem interesting to me."

"Mickie is right in a point," John told them. "I mean, they do not behave like Michelle... or Layla. I personally think, there's something else between them and the gang."

"Always taking her back," Ted laughed, mentioning John taking Mickie's back at every topic.

"Oh, you shut up."

After twenty long minutes of laughter, talking and watching people, the bell that sends every criminal to their cells rang and the cops headed to the lunch room. All of the orange-dressed men started to walk over to ther blocks and then cells. John sighed and looked at Hunter, making him talk to the cop who is responsible for cells. Hunter nodded and walked over to the cop to talk. Mean while, John stared at Randy and made him move. When Hunter came back, he was smirking widely. "I love having this power on cops."

"Is this a yes?" John raised an eyebrow, Hunter nodded once more. Then John grinned and glared at Randy again.

"Looks like you're staying with us, man."