A/n from Jessica: hola mis amores! Como Estan?
Sorry, that's what doing Spanish homework gets you. Makes me forget which language I'm supposed to speak.
Well, enjoy. Nothing much happens here slashy-slash wise, but some hardcore Asshole!Randy does, and doesn't everyone just love that? :P
Enjoy!
Cody snapped back to reality, trying to focus on whatever it was his dad was saying. The Dream felt it was his duty to give Cody of few pointers before his debut match in the company—don't oversell; he knew at times Cody could be a bit dramatic; try not to focus too much on the crowd or he'd get nervous; don't get a big head, he may have made it to the WWE but he was still only a rookie…
All valuable advice that he should be remembering for later…
Should being the key word there.
But try as he might to pay attention to his father's pep talk, Cody's thoughts couldn't help but to drift back to the conversation he'd just had with (apparently) the WWE's power couple.
Think of the information he held! He was in on one of the biggest and well-kept secrets in the company just because he'd happened to walk into the locker room at the wrong time. He felt almost powerful; he had the ability to alter each of their lives should he feel the inclination. And despite his nagging conscious telling him otherwise, Cody couldn't help but listen to the little devil on his shoulder whispering sweet promises of what his career could be like if he just happened to mention it to someone.
But that would be wrong; he wasn't a sadist and he wasn't emotionless, he knew that telling anyone John and Randy's secret would ruin their lives.
But still…the temptation was pretty hard to resist.
"…Think you can remember that, son? Cody?" Cody's head snapped up, locking eyes with his father who seemed to be waiting for a response.
"Uhh…yeah. Absolutely."
Dusty face nearly cracked from his wide smile, "Well good. Now, it's almost time to head on out there, but don't you worry. You just ignore them butterflies in your stomach."
Cody nodded almost imperceptibly, thoughts elsewhere. "Yeah, yeah…it's fine dad. I'll be fi—"
Cody lurched forward, practically falling in his dad's lap as he was shoved out of the way. He turned around, half-ready to start a fight with the jerk, when his eyes met with the sight of Randy Orton's retreating back, his body language screaming anger and annoyance.
…Ohhh no.
Cody's dad brought him out of his scared shitless reverie, laughing quietly to himself. "That Randy…always with his little mood swings. Gosh boy, what'd ya' do to him?"
Cody attempted to sputter a response, eyes focused on Randy's face practically salivating at him down the hall.
"Don't worry, he'll get over it. Maybe. I'm not sure he forgives people too often."
Well that really helped him feel better. Thanks dad, your input is priceless. He bit back a sarcastic reply, not wanting to make an awful situation worse. "Yeah…thanks."
Dusty just laughed, patting Cody on the back as an attempted form of comfort. Yeah, like he could be comforted at the moment. Randy Orton was going to fucking kill him. In front of millions of people!
Randy's music began playing, the upbeat pop number blaring from the speakers. He gave one last glare down the hall at Cody, eyes narrowing in disdain before taking a deep breath and walking behind the curtain.
It'd be okay…he could get through this. Maybe…
…Or not.
Cody winced as Randy's foot came crashing down on his head once again.
The entire match so far had been a living fucking hell. Apparently Randy had made an executive decision and had decided not to pull any punches…or kicks…or stomps…or clotheslines…
He'd managed to get a tiny bit of offense in, showing Randy that if he was going to actually fight he'd do the same. That was until an overzealous cross-body had missed its mark. Now he was squirming on the mat, his body racked with pain, as Randy brought the bottom of his boot across his arm, nearly breaking it.
Cody cradled his arm protectively, shying away from Randy and the ever-present ass whooping he was receiving.
Randy brought him to his feet, whispering in his ear that he'd pay for fucking up his and John's normally stress-free relationship…or something of the kind; Cody's head was still spinning from the beating it had taken, and to him, Randy's words just sounded like hissed expletives.
Randy gloated to his father a bit, still shockingly keeping up the pretense that this was only a wrestling match. Cody remembered his spot, fighting back against Randy with a blocked attempted hit and kick to the stomach. Randy swung for Cody, missing wildly, and was met with Cody's fists as he punched Randy in the ribs and mouth, paying back the older man for his stiff shots earlier.
Just as he began to build a second wind, Randy halted it decisively, shoving his knee in Cody's midsection. Cody winced in pain, yelping in surprise as Randy bounced him off the ropes before giving him a vicious powerslam.
Cody attempted to catch his breath, lying still on the mat as Randy goaded the crowd, the shouting chorus of boos almost deafening. He attempted to pick himself up, using the ropes for leverage as he tried to get to his feet.
Unfortunately, Randy beat him to it, yanking Cody up to his feet, only to bounce him off the ropes once more and toss his scrawny form over his head in a brutal backdrop. Cody rolled towards the ropes, hoping to find sanctuary and give himself a break from the nasty beating he was taking.
Randy pulled him away from the ropes, dropping his knee across his chest, and stomping him once for good measure. Maybe if he got beat badly enough someone would stop the match. Why couldn't there be a mercy rule in wrestling?
Randy yelled at the crowd a bit, belittling Cody even more. What? Was kicking his ass all over the place not enough?
Cody fought back, punching Randy in the stomach and slapping him across the chest as he made his way to his feet. Once again, Randy stopped his momentum with a forearm shot to the neck, Cody recoiling away in pain.
A shot to the sternum, a punch to the face, and Cody was laid out on the mat again, Randy gaining the upper hand.
Cody attempted to gain his bearings, the yelling match between Randy and his father making his head hurt even more than Randy's boots did. After the night was over he'd probably have a freaking concussion, not to mention one big ass headache.
Randy circled Cody, every ounce the predator observing his prey. He wrenched his head under his arm, adjusting Cody for a back suplex. Cody attempted to block it at first, but the hissed order from Randy to 'fucking take it', pretty much extinguished any hope of getting out of this match without getting utterly buried.
Randy didn't hold back, (wow big shocker there) and snapped Cody's lithe form over his head in a devastatingly painful suplex.
Cody simply lay on the mat, awaiting further punishment from Randy. He felt like an overgrown version of Oliver Twist: please Sir, I want some more. Oh, he was sure Randy would give him some more...Despite the wooziness Cody made a face, now that just sounded wrong…
Randy stuck his knee in Cody's back, wrenching his head under his arm in a rear chin lock. Cody kept up the charade, squirming around and yelping in pain, but really all he wanted was to head back to the locker room with his tail tucked between his legs and go to the hotel for some much-deserved sleep.
Cody elbowed Randy once, twice, before running himself off the ropes in a rush of adrenaline, trying to build up a bit of momentum.
…That is before Randy shoved his knee in his chest, sending Cody sprawling backwards onto the mat.
Randy mocked him a bit, slapping him in the face and asking if he'd had enough. One botched attempted pinfall later and Randy was on him again, nailing him in the face with brutal right hands.
He backed off of Cody a bit, hope swelling in the younger man's chest that maybe the match was almost over. Randy laughed in his face, smirking and gesturing at him as if to say 'this is it?'
Cody shrugged off Randy's hands as he attempted to pick him up, coming back with his own punches straight to Randy's face.
Cody whipped Randy into the corner, charging at him with every ounce of energy he possessed. Ever the wily veteran, Randy heaved Cody over his shoulder and out of the ring onto the apron. Cody nailed him in the jaw, inwardly giggling at the fact that he'd managed to finally knock down the Legend Killer. He ascended the top rope, waiting for Randy to get in position, the excitement of the crowd, their hopeful cheers of him knocking down the mighty Randy Orton ringing in his ears.
Randy got to his feet, and slowly turned to face Cody, right as he jumped from the top rope and nailed Randy right in the mouth with a decisive dropkick. Amazed at the fact he'd managed to hit a move that seemed to affect Orton, he skittered across the mat, pinning Randy as he hooked the leg.
One…two…th-
Randy kicked out of the pin, much to the dismay of Dusty, Cody, and the entire arena full of people salivating at the thought of Cody winning the match.
With his dad yelling in his ear to stay on him, Cody jumped to his feet, picking up Randy for further offense. Randy turned the tables, nailing Cody with a malicious European uppercut. He grabbed a hold of Cody's neck, moving him across the ring for a sudden inverted back breaker.
Cody lay completely still, fearing he'd actually broken something; that last move had really hurt. He couldn't help but think that maybe this was some type of karmic payback for entertaining thoughts of ratting out Randy and John's secret. Oh, don't worry. Like he'd even begin to think of giving Randy another reason to beat on him.
Pain was shooting up his spine and the only bright side he could see for miles was the fact that Randy was jeering the fans and Dusty, assuming his pre-RKO pose, signaling the end of the match.
Thank God.
Cody, despite being in so much pain in hurt to even breathe, managed to unsteadily make his way to his feet, knowing that as soon as he turned around he'd be met with a…
RKO!
Although pretty academic at this point, Randy covered Cody for the three, hooking his leg and grapevining the other so he had no choice but to remain motionless as Randy got the pin.
The ref raised Randy's hand in victory, soaking up his decisive win as Cody remained motionless on the mat, waiting until Randy made his leave.
Randy exchanged a back and forth with his dad, (after attempting to punt Cody in the head of course) before slowly and methodically walking to the back, showing everyone who was watching exactly who the winner was.
Cody held his head in his hands, surprised to not find blood after all Randy had given him. He allowed his dad to pat him on the back, giving him small words of encouragement like he had done the whole match. He sat up slowly, willing himself to just make it to the back…just make it to the back and he could go home.
Cody winced as he made his way through the hallways of the arena, making his way to his locker room, overcome by the obvious parallelism. Only this time around, he wasn't making his way to his locker room excited for the coming night and his debut match, now he was trying his best to remain standing, cradling his bruised ribs, trying to keep from breaking down like a toddler.
Okay, so Randy had done what he'd set out to; he'd paid back Cody in spades for causing so many problems. Although the more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed for Randy to punish him for walking into a room at the wrong time. Shouldn't this be their fault for making out when anyone could just happen by?
But it's not like he could've brought up that point during their match. Or that Randy would have even begun to hear him out in the first place. To Randy it seemed that his mind was set; he didn't like Cody and he probably never would.
Whatever.
As long as it wasn't anything physical, Cody could give a shit about anything Randy dished out to him.
Cody paused in front of the door, taking a deep breath before taking hold of the handle and pushing it open. Please God, don't let him walk in on someone having sex.
Cody poked his head through the door; nope no one doing the nasty, no one at all for that matter. The room was completely empty. Save for Cody's bags, there was no trace of anyone at all.
Cody breathed a huge sigh of relief, thanking each God and saint in history for not having to have another confrontation with Randy or John.
He passed the showers, (yeah like he'd go in there ever again) opting to instead throw some sweats over his trunks, zip up his hoodie and get the fuck out of there.
Cody trudged across the parking lot half-searching for his rental, half-trying to pull his duffle bag behind him—why the fuck did have so much gear?
He threw his bag on the pavement, pulled his headphones out of his ears (Dirty Diana would have to wait a little longer) and heaved an exhausted sigh. Who knew karma was as much of a bitch as everyone said she was?
"Why…god what'd I do to deserve this?"
Randy smirked, pushing himself off of Cody's car (where he'd been waiting for him), "Relax, I'm not gonna' kill you or anything."
Cody scoffed, getting his keys out, "Right…and I might believe that if you hadn't spent the entire night kicking my ass."
"You have a point there, but we just want to talk to you."
"We?—" Cody began, nearly pissing himself when John popped out of nowhere and slapped him on the back.
"Yup. We. You all right buddy?"
Cody narrowed his eyes at John, carefully rubbing the spot John had slapped; his body didn't need anymore hits, thanks. "What do you guys want?"
"Wellll…" John sighed, "It seems that there was a bit of a…uh, snag with your hotel reservations. Your dad wanted us to tell you."
"Gee, thanks." Cody pushed passed John, unlocking the driver's side door. "Well if that's all, I'm gonna' go pass out now."
Cody moved to open the door, jumping back when Randy slammed it shut, "actually that's not all."
"Riiiighht…ya' see, Randy here was nice enough to volunteer to the Dream that you could, uh…stay with us."
Cody hung his head, taking a deep breath to avoid flipping the fuck out. "Great. That's just…awesome. Well I'll see ya' there then."
Surprising Randy, (not to mention himself) Cody pushed him out of the way, opening his door and throwing his stuff in. God, if he could get one second to himself, maybe he wouldn't have a nervous breakdown.
"Actually," Randy piped up, stopping Cody as he began to get into his car, "we're riding with you." Randy smiled at the devastated look on Cody's face, "Stuff's already in the trunk. I'll drive."
"Great…that's…Go ahead Randy. Please feel free." Cody bit back several expletives, not wanting to face Randy's bipolar wrath once again.
"Don't worry, Cody," John said, coming from behind him to offer some support, "Randy's like that to everyone he doesn't know. Once he gets to know you, he'll stop being such a dick."
Cody laughed bitterly, making his way to the opposite side of the car, John following behind him, "Sorry John, after tonight and after his and my dad's feud is over, I don't think I'll ever want to talk to him again. I don't like him, he doesn't like me, end of story."
John looked to the floor, face showing he wanted to chime in with something. Even after knowing him for barely a day Cody could tell John was hiding some more information. "What, John? What else?"
"You have to stay with us every night. For the foreseeable future, anyway."
John winced at the look of hurt and anger that crossed Cody's face, piping up before he got a chance to start yelling, "I'm sorry Cody, but Randy doesn't trust you not to tell anyone about our relationship. He's really paranoid about getting outted, and he's not going to let you out of his sight."
Cody yelled in exasperation, slamming his fist down on the roof of the car, "God! Why am I being punished? It was your guys' damn fault!"
"Cody, Cody!" John put his hands on Cody's shoulders trying to calm the younger man down. "Chill out. I know it was our fault, and I'm sorry you've been dragged into this. But you're staying with us, you have to. Nothing's going to change his mind, I've already tried."
Cody fumed silently, huffing, "And I don't have any say in this?"
John tried to weakly smile, but his eyes weren't in it, "Sorry. You're stuck with us."
John left him alone, opening the passenger side door and getting in.
Cody took a deep breath to try and calm himself a bit, how the fuck could this get any worse?
Cody jumped back, his rental's loud blaring horn forcibly shaking him from his reverie. Cody ducked his head, biting back a few choice words he'd love to say to Randy, like 'you' and 'are' and 'a dick'. He opened the door to the backseat, got in and slammed it shut, muttering to himself about the lack of room.
"Oh, get over it." Randy yelled from the front, John shushing him, "Besides, you'd better get used to it."
Oh God, what had he done to deserve this?
"Now," Randy said, pealing out of the parking lot at a speed which normally Cody wouldn't even begin to go near, "which way to the fucking hotel?"
A/n from Jessica: ::giggle:: Randy's such a dick. God, just how I like him. You guys enjoy? Frankly I felt a bit like JR commentating that match myself. "VICIOUS CLOTHESLINE!" lol. For the record, that was move-by-move Cody's actual debut match. I'm pretty positive I could tell you each spot. In order. Lol.
Well go ahead and leave me your thoughts. Be sure to review.
OH! And kirbey, my high, drug-addled friend, Cm Punk would be deeply, deeply ashamed of you! I hope you're soory (yes, that was a Jericho reference) mister! Jkjk frankly I think its f'ing hilarious. Call me when you read this! (and did you catch the spongebob reference? Yes, that was for you as well.)
Thanks for reading! :)
