Author's Note

Yes! Keep the record going! I feel so accomplished! (Sorry if these notes are making you angry, I just feel SO great about actually sticking to something for once in my life)

Thank you for putting up with me this far (and hopefully further in the future!)! Sorry about the shortness, I do promise a longer post, in the next chapter!

I hope you enjoy and keep in mind what I cannot stress enough; I mean you all no ill will, nor do I own the WWE.

With no more of my nonsense to distract you, please enjoy.

Cody hadn't slept well that night. It was quite apparent, as the next morning he awoke with eyes slightly rimmed.

Not only had Randy forbade him to sleep on the bed stating that he was "a perverted freak who couldn't be trusted to sleep in the same bed", but his thoughts kept flowing back to John and what John would do if he ever found out that Cody let it slip.

He imagined that without Jack to save him, this time he would be beaten to a pulp for sure.

He remembered that split second before John had let him go, that one timeframe where it looked like it was curtains for sure; would that untimely demise actually be met now that he'd broken the confines of their agreement?

Randy of course, having broken no promise made to any of his worst enemies, slept like a baby and the next morning had the audacity to announce it.

"Spoiled little brute…" he thought to himself as Randy prattled on, but from Cody, not a word was said.

Randy went on to describe pleasant dreams in which he was swimming in the Caribbean ocean.

Additionally mentioning that he felt terrible about poor Cody having to sleep on the couch and then having such awful dreams. Soon after, promising to make it up to him somehow.

It was bullshit, but for the sake of getting on Randy's good side, Cody smiled and accepted Randy's "apology", remarking that he himself had behaved hotheadedly; what with groping him and all.

The two then met up with Ted who had been sleeping three doors down so that they could go to the airport together, as a group of teammates should.

Thankfully, Randy didn't bring up John Cena in their conversation, which struck Cody as particularly odd, considering that the muscle-headed rap-artist was usually the first thing in Randy's one-track mind.

He had even requested that Cody sit with him on the plane in isle "G", leaving Ted to sit alone near the back row in isle "L".

For some reason though, Randy kept looking at a sear further ahead, following Randy's eyes he saw what had captured Randy's attention.

In this one look it all became clear.

Why Randy had been so pleasant with him, why he had wanted Cody to sit beside him, why he had whisked Ted away and why he hadn't spoken about John all morning.

Nearly two rows ahead sat John Cena, reading the newest edition of a "Sports Illustrated" magazine while listening to his MP3 player.

Cody paled on the spot, looking at Randy as though he were the devil himself.

"Why are you doing this to me!?" he asked in a harsh whisper, Randy shushed him and continued to stare with a wicked smirk beginning to play across his lips.

"You see Cody, last night I discovered a little something about you; you're really a lot of trouble for some snot-nosed punk from Georgia. More than you're worth even" Randy started, as he began to unravel the sinister plot that he had been working on "but, you're smart, and although nobody ever gives you any credit for it, you can be extremely useful when motivated"

Orton paused momentarily, calling the stewardess over to order himself a long-island iced tea, returning to his speech once he was sure that she was out of earshot.

"What you've given me, Cody, is a golden opportunity" Randy continued "because now that I know who John's little slut is, I can begin to tear them apart until the only one left standing is me, and you're going to be the man to help me"

"Me? What can I do to help you with John? Didn't you hear me last night? He's not into you and, I mean, come on, it's not like we can make a love potion or something stupid like that!" Cody hissed, quite losing his patience with Randy's obsessive behavior.

The two were then forced to pause their debate momentarily as the stewardess brought over the desired drink, once again waiting for privacy before resuming.

"You're good at sneaking around and spying on people, and I'm good at twisting the truth, together we can knock Jack of his pedestal faster than you can say lemon meringue pie" Randy whispered with a hint of sadistic joy in his tone.

"And this nut-job called me crazy…" Cody thought to himself with an annoyed scowl.

"Here's how it'll work" Randy explained, hoping to draw Cody in while telling the basic method to his scheme "you'll sneak into John or Jack's dressing room, wait for them to come in, video tape them on your phone while they're going at it and then I'll break the news to Christian, it's as simple as that!"

Why did such a smart-looking plan seem so idiotic?

After careful thought, Cody couldn't help but give in; he may have hated John and hated Randy's sick fixation with him; but by God, he loved Randy and wanted nothing more than for Randy to be happy.

"Alright but right after, you're going to have to do something for me" Cody conceded, looking at Randy with a lustful glint in his eye.

Though the thought made Randy shudder a little with slight loathing, he agreed and the two made their deal.

Operation "Jack's Meltdown" commence.

I know what you're thinking... Or possibly saying aloud; "My word! Molly's yet to include Ted or Christian!", but worry not my duckies because I shall!