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Chapter 2 : Reaching Out To You

After taking a moment in the ring, Randy was heading back to his locker room. He met a few crew members, some he knew and some he was introduced that had apparently have been working for a few months. He smiled, shook their hands and wished them the best in their work. Along the way through the corridor, he met the youngest of the Hardy brothers, Jeff.

"Hey Randy!"

"Hey Jeff, how's it going?"

"I'm going great and how are you?"

"I'm fine."

"So you're back with us again, huh?"

"Yep," Randy grinned. "I'm back for good this time."

"That's great. Welcome back!"

"Thanks," Randy beamed. "It sure is great to be back here."

Jeff Hardy nodded. "Well I'll be off now so I'll catch you later."

"Alright, see ya."

Jeff Hardy gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder and left. Randy continued on walking until he found the locker room he was in and went inside. Though it was empty when he came to the arena earlier on, he didn't expect it to have someone else there as well until Randy went through the door and stopped when he saw him. The man, who was sitting on the bench with two earphones stuck in his ears, looked up and saw Randy.

It has been a year since Randy would share a locker room with John Cena. They were best friends. They would hang out during their time on the road together. But since after Randy defeated him for the wwe championship at WrestleMania 22, their friendship has been torn apart since then. It wasn't that John was jealous of Randy because he wasn't. Instead he was merely pissed off because of the way Randy carried himself as the wwe champion. So there would be arguments ensued between them and then immediately turn to fiery fists. After that heated confrontation, they haven't talk to each other since.

But that was then. This is now. They were standing toe to toe in the same locker room. Randy didn't feel comfortable in this kind of atmosphere he was in. The locker was quiet but it was just too quiet. The blue eyes were looking at the other's own, none of them said a word. Randy sighed. It would just be pointless to be around here if he has to take in this kind of silence. So he went over to his locker to get his bag and head for the door.

"Where you think you're going?" John asked almost coldly. Randy stopped dead. His eyes were still on the door.

"Don't you worry John. I wouldn't be a bother to you anymore."

"Well you already are. You haven't said hi to me since you came in."

Randy turned around to face him. "What?"

"Well you have been gone for about how long? 27 years? The least you can do is give me a 'Hey, how's it going John? Long time no see!' or 'What's up doc?' All you ever did was to give me a stare and walked right passed me as if nothing's going on…and now you're leaving me here? Boy, you better get your ass back over here!"

Randy laughed. "I'm sorry."

"Well you better be," said John. He turned off his ipod, removed the earphones from his ears and placed the small white device onto the bench as he got up.

"You're right about one thing."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"It's been a long time."

"Too long I should say!" said John. "You have any idea what you've done to me? You left me for dead! I have to listen to pop music like Mariah Carey. Mariah Carey of all people!"

"Wow, the girls has tortured you huh?"

"You have no idea! Especially Torrie! I mean I love her and all but geez you have to give a guy some credit for letting his girl for listening to some of her music every once in a while."

They laughed like they never laughed in a long time. Randy missed those times he had with John and what a great way of rekindling their friendship? Or has it already happened?

"Uh wait…something's not right."

John raised an eyebrow at him. "What is?"

"You were supposed to be ripping my head off."

"Fffooorrr?" said John, trying to pick up what Randy was trying to say.

"For being an ass to you."

"Oh…that!" said John with a click of his two fingers. "Wow, I totally forgot about that. You know it's been about 27 years right? I'm surprised you didn't come back with a beard like Rip Van Winkel's!"

Randy gave John a slap on the shoulder. "I'm serious! I didn't think you would start talking to me again."

"Why not? You're my best friend."

"But things got out of hand and then I got carried away and…I'm sorry for all the things I've said to you. I don't mean any of them, I tried to apologise to you but then it's like the other part of me is…I don't know…too stubborn to do that, you know?"

"Yeah I know what you mean. It's not the real you."

"Exactly. I was just being someone I'm not." Randy sighed and looked at John. "I'm really sorry man. Can you forgive me?"

John rolled his eyes and had his hands on his hips. "Well duh! We're talking now aren't we?"

The self proclaimed legend killer chuckled. "I know that! It's just that I thought that I've already lost our friendship."

"Randy, I forgive you. Let me just remind you that we will always be friends…the best of friends."

Randy smiled and then the two men shared a hug. It was a great warm moment that they have rekindled a friendship they once had and now it would be an everlasting one.

"Okay, let's start over," said John. "What's up Randy?"

"I'm fine and what's up with you?

"You're supposed to say 'What's up doc?!" John frowned.

"What do I look like? Bugs Bunny?"

They shared a laugh and then Randy brought his bag back to his locker before sitting down on the bench with John.

"So how you've been, man?"

"Well you know, I'm going much better."

John nodded and smiled. "I'm happy that you're back."

"Yeah me too. So what were you listening just now?"

John grinned. "You won't believe what I tell you."

"Well surprise me."

"I was listening to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun."

"Say what?"

"It's an eighties song by Cyndi Lauper."

"A pop song?"

"Yeah."

Randy raised an eyebrow of disbelief at his best friend.

"What? It's got a really nice beat."

Randy shook his head. "You really need to stop hanging around with the divas."

John made a slight laugh. "I think you're right."

They laughed. It certainly was great to be back in the locker room. It would be a year, but to Randy, it seemed like he never left at all.

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The show was now live on air and Randy, in his wrestling attire and with his black boots properly tied, he made his way through the corridors. He has his first match against Carlito and what a great way of making his in ring return with a singles match.

He was getting close to the black curtain when he saw a woman doing her warm up by a huge black trunk. He couldn't help but to just stare at her. She was the best thing that ever happened to him or at least he thought so. Randy could only wish to talk to her but then he knew that it wouldn't be easy to do.

Mickie James was getting ready for her title defense against Candice Michelle. Candice has been improving her skills so now it would be time until they would be put to the test. She picked up her belt she had placed on the trunk. Already been clipped, she slid her arm through it so it could rest upon her shoulder. Mickie smiled to herself, knowing that there would definitely be some competition and she was looking forward to it. But her smile would disappear when she turned around to head back to the women's locker room, only to find herself seeing his blue eyes again.

It has been a year since they would see each other just as they would be at that moment. There was used to be a connection somewhere. But now? It seemed that they would be like total strangers to each other.

"Mickie."

"Randy."

They stood there with no other word to say to each other. There was a hushed silence around them. The brunette diva would walk past him.

"Wait I-"

"I got to go now."

"But I just want to-"

His sentence was cut short when she continued on walking through the corridor until he could no longer see her.

"Talk to you." Randy finished. He sighed.

Then an entrance theme played. It was his cue for him to get behind the curtain to make his big entrance. For now he would have to focus on his match. And he would definitely try to get to Mickie again later. That was all he needed to do: To talk to her.