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He jolted awake, sweat rolled down his chest, and he was shivering, but he wasn't cold. It was happening again. He couldn't get a hold to anything but the fact that he wasn't at home. He vomited on the floor and cried out. What was happening to him? The door opened as three people rushed in, a woman and two men. The woman had a needle, one of the men shoved him back onto the bed and held him there. The other man had a clipboard in his hands and was taking notes.
"This is Nurse Jacqueline and this is Bob the guard. And you know who I am, but you're a bit disoriented. Allow me to re-introduce myself, I'm Dr. David Kramer, your rehab specialist. Now, I have been waiting on your withdrawal symptoms, they usually come a bit earlier but I expected this in your case. You're a binger." He smiled at Randy and Nurse Jacqueline inserted the needle into one of Randy's veins, "The medication you've just been injected with will help your withdrawal symptoms, unfortunately it will make you very very drowsy." The nurse and the guard backed away from the bed, "Sweet dreams Randall." The three people laughed in unison as they walked out of the room. Their laughter followed Randy down the spiraling staircase into the darkness.
2
The next morning Randy awakened feeling worse than when he went to bed. What had he forgotten? Ah, yes. His medication. He sat up and the room rotated around him. He placed his feet on the cold wooden floor and stood up. The bus was stopped so it made it a bit easier for him to get around the bus. He walked out of his room, to the bathroom, and opened his medicine cabinet. He pulled out his daily spread, proteins, vitamins, painkillers, migraine pills, anxiety pills, and his anti-depressants. It was a lot but he guessed he need them to operate. He took his pills and walked out of the bathroom. He walked to the kitchen and ate some cereal. The bus had stopped at the next town and he hadn't even noticed. Randy went back to his bedroom and put on some sweats and a t-shirt. He walked to the front of the bus, down the stairs, and opened the door. Ahh, sunlight. He had always loved that feeling of warmth. When he was younger, he sometimes would fall asleep in the hammock behind his house. The cool breeze made conditions perfect, even though he lived by an airport. Randy looked at the time and gasped, it was 1:00 pm. He never slept that late, no matter how tired he was. He told the driver to drop him off at the arena.
As Randy walked into the opening of the arena, all he could hear were fans screaming his name, he never liked. He always felt like a zoo animal. He looked up at them with a plastered smile on his face and waved. God, how he wanted to be at home right now. He walked past the fans and into the arena, where the maps are posted. He searched for his locker room and noticed that he was sharing a room with John Cena and CM Punk. He rolled his eyes and sighed, whoever crafted the room arrangements must have hated him. He walked toward his locker room and opened the door.
3
He stepped out of his car an uproar of cheers and an equal amount of boos. Children chanted, "CENA, CENA, CENA!" Over and over again. He never got tired of this reaction, he waved at them and signed some autographs. It was a tiring business but he'd always love it. As he walked towards the back of the arena, he was greeted by his longtime girlfriend.
"Hey."
John smiled and ran towards her, "Nicki!" He picked her up and twirled her around, "I've missed you so much. It's been lonely without you." He pulled her into a long kiss.
She pushed him away with a light smiled that didn't touch her eyes. "John. I've been thinking and I know that-"
"-Wait! I have something for you." John opened his backpack and pulled out a small velvet box, "This is for you. I was going to give it to you last week but you never stopped by the house." He handed Nicki the box and waited for her response.
Nicki sighed and bit her lip "John, I don't-"
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"-ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! I have to spend my night with the drug addict Randy Orton and that kiss-ass John Cena. Wow, I see how much respect you guys have for me. Why don't you just stick me in a lions den for fucks-sake."
Everyone turned towards the man standing in front of the locker room arrangements.
CM Punk was pissed, which wasn't very surprising. He pointed at John Cena, "Why am I being put with him?!"
John gently pushed Nicki aside and walked towards CM Punk, "Now, now, calm down. I don't think you're that bad and I'm sure Randy wouldn't mind you. We can all get along for one night, right?"
Punk grabbed his bags, "Don't fucking talk to me or I'll knock your lights out. And you better hope your little BFF doesn't have an attitude or I'll knock his lights out too."
John laughed and started towards the locker room and Punk followed behind.
5
Blue, green, or red? Randy was trying to decide the color of trunks he should wear when there was a light tap on the door.
"Why the fuck are you knocking? This isn't your mother's house." CM Punk shoved John away and kicked the door open.
"You didn't have to be so rough. He could have been sleeping or naked or something like that," John mumbled while rubbing his arm.
Randy straightened his shoulders and look and CM Punk, "I can see you're not in the best of moods."
Punk glared at Randy, "Don't start shit with me, I already dislike you."
Randy chuckled, "I'm not very fond of you either, but we have to get over that for the night. This is a workplace and I will treat you as a co-worker."
John dragged his luggage into the room and smiled, "Hi, Randy. How are you? Did you have a good night's sleep? Did you eat well?"
Randy sighed, "I'm fine and yes."
John dropped his luggage and moved toward Randy, "Give me a hug. You look like you need one."
Randy rolled his eyes and embraced John, "Make it snappy, John. I need to go to the trainer."
John's fingers lingered on Randy's back as he pulled away, "Why do you need-"
"-Would you shut the fuck up and stop asking him stupid questions? You sound like you're his mother, good God, John. Man the fuck up."
John smirked at CM Punk, who was lacing his boots, "Are you jealous? Do you need a hug?" He moved towards Punk, "I have a whole lotta love to go around, you can get some too."
Punk scoffed and stood up, "I don't want, nor, need anything from you." He walked towards the door and down the hall.
Randy looked at John, "I think I'm gonna head out now. I need to get into my character. I'll-uh I'll see you out there...I guess." He headed for the door when John grabbed his arm.
Randy shook his head, "No, John, no."
John bit his lip, "Don't be mad at me anymore. I was just looking out for you."
"John I'm not mad anymore. I just wanna get ready for the event and go home. That's it."
John stepped forward and put his hands on Randy's waist, "You're not mad at me anymore?"
Randy widened his eyes and whispered sharply, "No, John, not here. This isn't the time or place, okay?"
"I know, but…" John looked away, "I'm sorry. I just-"
Randy shushed John and turned his face towards him, "I know. It's okay, but not here."
John nodded and then smiled, "Just a little bit? Please?" He did his best expression of a puppy dog face.
Randy laughed, that face had brought him out of deep shit, time and time again. "Okay. Just a little bit."
Randy licked his lips and brought John's face up to his. He smirked as their lips brushed, John's lips were like velvet. John moaned with urgency as he opened his mouth more, he had needed this since Randy left. Randy gripped John's hips as they staggered backwards to the wall. John gently slipped his tongue into Randy's mouth. Randy groaned as their tongues danced across each other. He was savoring this moment, it had been a really long time since he had engaged in intercourse. John rubbed Randy's chest, he knew that should be stopping soon but he couldn't bring himself end the sensation he felt. He loved Nicki but Randy was different and spiked his curiosity.
Randy slipped his hands under John's shirt, pulled it off, he didn't want to stop. He pulled away from John and smirked. "I can't go out to the ring excited, John."
John smiled and dropped to his knees, "No, you can't." He slowly pulled Randy's trunks down while kissing his way to the base.
Randy groaned and closed his eyes, he needed this. His hands moved around John head, "That feels so-"
"What the fuck are you guys doing?"