A/N: Hi, I'm really sorry for making you wait for this chapter but i've been having problems with fanfiction which has been really bugging me, and after some research on Google, I managed to sort it out.

I would also like to say a really big thank you to xxxRKOEnigmaxxx, Mrs. Ackles87 and Addicted to Cenaton for reviewing the last chapter, It means a lot :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Randy Orton, John Cena or any WWE Superstar unfortunately. Mr McMahon does. I only own my two characters Summer and Amy.

Randy's POV

As John and I walked in to the bar I got the sense of home. To the right on the room was an old wooden counter with tall dark bar stools plotted around it. Bottles of alcohol, glasses and packets of crisps were placed all behind the bar on the counter and the wooden shelves, which was next to the till and a coffee machine. Beer mats with all different kinds of advertising were dotted around the bar and on the small tables that were in the room as well. The floor was covered in a dark oak wood, and the two sidewalls were painted a wine red while the other two walls were left to show bricks. A few paintings were hung up on the walls to give the room some colour, and fairy lights dangled from them to light the walls up. It felt like a place where you could just come and relax. Basically, it was what I needed.

A few people were sitting round tables talking and laughing. I looked over at the bar, which was empty. I nudged John and pointed to the bar and he nodded his head. We walked over and sat down on two of the unoccupied stalls.

"Does anyone work behind here?" John said while looking up and down the bar.

Just then, a man preferably in his forties popped his head round the door.

"Sorry about this, someone will be with you shortly." He disappeared round the door and shouted, "Summer! Your needed behind the bar!"

"Okay Ben!" A soft British accent was heard before a small blonde haired girl walked out the back room. I think I stopped breathing for a couple of minutes because all I could do is stare. Her light blonde hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail and her full-fringe fell just above her sky blue eyes. She has a few freckles over her cheeks and had full pink lips. She had a bronzed tan, which made her face glow. She wore a plain black t-shirt, light blue jeans with rips in that hugged her curves in all the right ways and a black and white striped apron that was tied around her waist. She was utterly beautiful. Stopping in front of me and John she said, "Hi there, what can I get you guys?"

"Two beers please." I replied.

"No problem," She smiled, showing off her perfect white teeth before turning round to fetch the beers.

Me and John sat in silence and watched her get the bottles out the fridge, put them on the counter and pop the lids off. She picked them back up and walked back over to us and placed the beers in front of us.

"There you go." Grabbing a cloth from the pocket of her apron, she began to wipe down the counter. "So how are you guys tonight?" She asked looking back up at us.

"Alright thanks," I gave her a smile. "How about yourself?" I lifted the beer to my lips and took a nice long sip.

"I'm a fine thanks. My names Summer by the way, Summer Woods. " She was standing in front of us again, but had her hand held out for us to shake.

"John Cena" John replied, shaking her hand.

"Randy Orton" I said, mimicking John's actions. As soon as my hand touched hers, I felt a sudden bolt of electricity flow through my body. It felt, good.

"Well it's nice to meet you both." She smiled.

"Nice to meet you too Summer" John said.

"I do have to say one thing though," she paused, "both your hands are massive! What is it you both do?" She asked leaning against the bar and propping her elbows up on it and resting her face in her hands.

"We're wrestlers, we work for the WWE." Me and John both chuckled. She was cute.

"Wrestlers aye? I suppose that explains the huge muscles." She said, pointing to John's arms. "So do you like, wrestle around in your underwear or something?"

That made me choke on my beer and have a coughing fit. John started patting my back until I calmed down.

"Good one." John smiled, "I don't, I wrestle in jean shorts. He however" John pointed to me. "Does."

"I don't wrestle in underwear! Its called ring attire, jackass." I said, glaring at John.

"So, you must have a nice body if you wear trunks. " Summer asked, raising an eyebrow and making eye contact with me.

"What, you mean like this?" I replied and lifted up my shirt.

Summer's eyes popped out her head, and I smirked.

"Wow, now that's what you call abs." She said smiling at me.

"Alright Orton, put em away." John said rolling his eyes. I gave a chuckle and finished my beer. I looked at John's bottle to see if he was done. An empty bottle gave me the answer that I needed.

"Could we get two more please?" I asked Summer.

"Yeah, of course." Taking the bottles, she swiftly turned and made her way back over the to fridge.

John's POV

He liked her, I could tell. The way he looked at her was the way he used to look at Sam. He couldn't take his eyes off her. I mean, I can understand why, because she is gorgeous and seems like a sweet girl. Randy needs someone like her in his life. The thing about Sam was that she was so hard headed. She didn't understand the fact that Randy was doing what he always wanted to do since he was little kid. Having a Father and Grandfather in the WWE gave him that opportunity to make them proud and show off the Orton name even more. Sam was selfish. She wanted him home all the time, just like Liz wanted with me.

Summer made her way back over and placed the beers in front of us.

"So your from England?" Randy asked taking a sip of his beer.

"Yep, born and raised there. Then when I turned nineteen, I moved out here with my best friend Amy." Summer replied.

"How long you guys been out here now?" I asked

"It will be four years this year I think." Summer answered.

"So do see much of your family anymore?" Randy asked, sitting back in his seat.

"Yeah, me and Amy go back every Christmas to see them. Benny lets me off and Amy takes time off from work, because we like to go back home in the winter time." Summer replied.

"What is it that Amy does?" I questioned.

"She's a dance teacher, a good one too." Summer looked at her watch on her wrist, and then over at the door, "She should be here soon actually."

I smiled in response, and slid off the stool. "Be back in a minute." I looked at Summer who knew what I was about to ask.

"Go through that door," she said pointed to the door on her right, "and then toilets are on the left."

"Thanks" I smiled.

Randy's POV

"So what is the WWE?" She asked in her gorgeous British accent. I could listen to her voice all day.

"World Wrestling Entertainment, John and me are on TV every Monday night" I replied to her question. Looking at her face, I saw her jaw drop.

"Your both on TV?" She asked, and I nodded back. "That is so cool, I'll have to check it out with Amy." She began wiping the counter down again, "I like the look of your tattoos." She said, pointing at my arm.

"Thanks, I got them done about two years ago." I moved my hand up and down my right forearm and she nodded in approval. "You got any?"

"I got a butterfly on my lower back," She moved her hand round and touched her back. "Drunk moment with Amy when I turned eighteen." She started laughing and shook her head.

"So do you live in St Louis with Amy?" I brought the bottle of beer up to my lips again.

"Yeah, we share an apartment. What about you?"

"I live here, but John lives in Tampa. We are only here tonight because this was where Raw was being held." I heard a door close to my left and saw John reappear from the bathroom. I looked back at Summer and saw a confused look on her face.

"What's Raw?" She asked. John slid back on to his seat just in time to her Summer ask the question.

"Its our brand that we work for. So on Monday's its Raw-which we work for. Then on Friday's it's Smackdown."

"Okay.. so what is it, say on a Wednesday?"

"That depends if we are working. If we are, then it would be a house show, which is not shown on TV. On Mondays, Raw is on live, so anything can happen really." John replied.

"You guys must travel a lot then? I mean, you don't stay in one state do you?" Summer asked.

"Nope, we travel everywhere. We go on a Europe tour twice a year, so we visit England. We have been to China, Australia, Iraq and many more. And all round the US." I said.

"That is just- wow, I bet you guys have seen some amazing things." Summer said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, you could say that." John nodded.

"Hold on a minute," Summer walked over to a man who was standing a bit further down the bar, "Hi, what can I get you?"

I looked over at John, who was looking back at me with a smirk on his face.

"What you smirking at?"

"You like her. Just ask for her number already Orton, the worst she can do is say no. And I doubt she will say no, the way she's been looking at you all night." Just then, the bar door opened. "Randy," John nudged me in the side.

I turned my head round to where John was looking. A slim brunette stood at the door, texting on her phone.

"Amy!" I heard Summer shout, and the brunette looked up. So that was Amy. "Come and sit over here." Summer then looked at John and me "You don't mind if she sits with you, do you?"

"No, of course not." John replied.

Amy pulled up a stool next to John and jumped up on it. "Sup, Woody." She said, leaning over the bar and hugging Summer.

"Hey Aims," Summer pulled away, "John, Randy, this is my best friend Amy." Summer said with a smile.

"Hi, Amy Carter." Amy said, holding out her hand for John and me to shake. She also like Summer, was beautiful. Amy had long brown hair with icy blue eyes, a stunning figure and a bronzed tan. Her English accent made it even better.

"John Cena." John shook her hand and smiled.

"Randy Orton." I said, mimicking John's actions again.

"Can I get you a drink Aims?" Summer asked her friend.

"Yeah, I'll have a Smirnoff please Sum." Amy replied leaning back in her chair.

"Hey Bennie!" Amy shouted out to know one, and a muffled 'hi' was heard from the back room. Turning her head to look at John and me, she said, "So, how are you guys tonight?"

"Great thanks, apart from my shoulder killing like a bitch." John said, reaching up and touching his shoulder.

"What'd you do to it?" Amy asked. Summer walked back over and placed the bottle in front of her friend and began wiping the bar again. I suppose it was a natural thing to do when you're behind a bar.

"Landed funny while wrestling." John winced as he massaged his shoulder with his fingertips.

"Wrestling? Do you mean like mucking around, or real wrestling?" Amy leaned forward and propped her elbow up on the counter and rested her head against her hand.

"Real wrestling, me and Randy work for the WWE. You heard of it before?" John asked.

"Yeah, I've heard of it, never watched it. All the guys wrestle in their underwear, don't they?"

"Oh, here we go again." I said, which made Summer giggle. She had a really adorable laugh. I had to hold myself back from tickling her just to make her laugh again.

About three hours later we were still in the bar. Every time I looked over at John, he was staring at Amy with a big smile on his face. While we had been in the bar, we found out that Amy and Summer where from a little town in Essex, not to far from London. I had told them about my failed marriage and that I had a daughter, while John told them about his life. Looking at my watch, I sighed, 1.38am.

"John, we better get going, look at the time." I had stopped drinking ages ago knowing that one of us would have to drive. John looked at the time and nodded his head. We both stood up pushed the stools against the counter. I leant against the bar and looked at Summer, "Is there a chance that I can maybe get your number?" I asked with a smirk in place. Summer bit her lip, then nodded her head and got a pen out of her apron.

"Sure, give me your hand." Summer reached for my hand and began writing her number on my palm. "There you go, don't loose it." She smiled.

"I'll make sure to look after it." I winked. I turned my head and looked at John who was doing the same thing with Amy. "C'mon then Cena lets go, see you soon Amy," I then looked back at Summer, "I'll call you soon."

"I look forward to it." Summer replied.

"Okay, bye Summer, and I'll call you Amy." John smiled at Amy, and turned around and followed me out the door.

"Well my friend, that is what you call a good night." John laughed.

"It is indeed Cena, it is indeed." I said, patting him on the back.

So it was a bit more longer that the first chapter, I just hope it wasn't too bad.. and once again, sorry for the wait.

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