Chapter 3 - The Plan

"What do you want from me, Dave?" Cody closed the door behind him as the man who was known by the name Dave Batista made his way into the room. He was told that some serious matter needed to be discussed in private and that made Cody led him to his hotel room instead.

"Believe it or not, we have something in common, Cody. You and I both have something that we want so badly but we never get that chance, no matter how hard we try to impress them," Dave didn't even care to turn around and face Cody when he spoke, wandering around the room admiring, possibly, nothing. Cody, on the other hand, remained silent at the door, still slightly confused of what was the real intention of the big muscular male in front of him.

"I know you're completely head over heels for him, Cody. And, I know that you're obsessed about Randy," Dave finally turned around to meet Cody's eyes and snickered, "I just knew it!"

His shocking statement came as a complete surprise to Cody. How Dave could possibly knew about his crush towards Randy since he never talked about it with anyone else. "I- I don't know what you're talking about," he spoke defensively.

Dave shook his head in amusement, "Don't play dumb with me, boy. I'm not that stupid. I know you have feelings for Orton ever since you're in the Legacy, or maybe before that too, who knows," he shrugged carelessly before continuing, "I've been watching you all along and it's so fucking obvious that you've been lusting over that guy like crazy. Too bad you got nothing in return. He never interested in you at all. Pathetic, isn't it?" and he chuckled at his own amusement.

Dave's word had made the younger man went utterly speechless. He just stared blankly at the carpeted floor as the sudden mixed feelings of hurt and frustrated hit him at once. Cody couldn't deny that since it was the truth. Randy never even paid any attention to him although he did try to make a pass at him before. Randy thought he was just being a tease and that upset Cody so badly.

Slowly, Dave began to approach the younger man who was still in his dismay state and said, "But I can help you, Cody. I can help you get what you want. Only if…, "Dave tilted Cody's chin, forcing him to look into his brown vicious eyes, "You'll be my partner in crime. Together we will bring their so called happy marriage down the drain, and claim everything that supposed to be ours forever. How's that sound?" Dave suggested and Cody was completely astonished by that unexpected offering. It was about damn time that he needed someone to be his accomplice but he never expected someone like Dave Batista that would make such deal. He thought he was just being delusional.

"And what is it in for you, anyway? Why do you want to help me in all of the sudden?" As much as Cody was very interested with the plan, he felt rather uneasy and confused about the whole arrangement. Dave had come out of nowhere and asked him to be his partner in crime. That was enough for Cody to put a little suspicion on him.

Dave couldn't resist letting out a small laugh before saying, "Randy and I used to be friends back then. Very close friend. But things changed since he always got into my way," he walked away from the smaller man, having Cody facing his back instead, "I always fancied that baby Hardy for a long time but too bad he didn't seem to realize that I ever existed. He's too busy idolizing Randy, he never noticed anybody else around him. It was always about Randy, Randy, Randy and I'm started to get sick and tired of that name already. I want to tear them apart!" he grunted furiously before looking back at Cody, who was still haven't moved an inch from the door ever since they set foot in the room, "You don't want Jeff bothering your sight all the time, isn't it?"

By the time Dave mentioned Jeff's name, an extreme anger and jealousy began to resurface within him. That was enough to bring Cody's paranoia state sky high thus making him instantaneously interested with the plan.

"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Cody. I don't think you'd be foolish enough to let this chance slips just like that. Imagine what it would be like having your dream man Randy Orton by your side. Isn't that wonderful?" Dave grinned evilly to the man in front of him, "What do you say, Cody? Are you in…or are you out?"

"I'm in," It didn't take too much consideration for Cody to give his answers, as he was now blinded by fury and never really thought about the consequences he was about to face. "But in one condition," and when the older male was all ears about it, "I don't want you to harm Randy in any way. You get what you want, and I'll get mine and that's that. I won't go easy with you if you were trying to hurt him or anything. That's the deal," he stated firmly and Dave just snickered evilly.

"No, of course not. Why would I want to hurt him anyway?"

Dave lied. He had a plan of his own for making such a proposal to him and this was definitely not the real reason why he sought Cody in the first place. Who the hell does Cody think he is? Did he expect that it was going to scare him with a threat like that? Dave Batista wasn't scared of no one and obviously, didn't give a damn about anything he said anyway.

"You're not going to be disappointed of what I am trying to do here, Cody," Dave tried to convince him, "I do what's best for both of us and I'm gonna make sure that we will get what we want no matter how bad it's going to be. I can assure you that."

Cody's mouth twitched with amusement when he heard such promises and eventually made him felt enthusiastic about the plan. Dave was right, though. There was no way in hell he was going to miss this golden opportunity and somehow, he trusted Dave completely without a doubt.

"So, what do you have in mind? How are we supposed to make them fall apart and shit?" Cody slumped onto the nearest sofa. It was about time that he finally needed to sit down from standing too long. His legs were starting to get weak.

"You don't need to worry about that because I have everything planned out already. In fact, I got a job for you to do, Cody. It's up to you whether or not you have the balls to go through with the plan because I gotta tell you, it wasn't meant to be nice," Dave warned him with a huge sinister grin displayed on his face, his hands rubbing together in glee, "Are you sure you really want to do this?"

Cody looked up and smirked mischievously at Batista. He didn't give a shit of how bad it was going to be. As long as Randy would finally be his, Cody was up for everything that Dave had planned for him, even if he had to commit crimes for it. He was willing to take the risk.

"Just tell me what you want me to do."

o-o-o-o-o

(WWE After-party)

Every superstar from both brands was gathering together in the VIP section at the local famous nightclub in Los Angeles called "Wild Things". The gigantic two-storey venue provided several bars, DJ booth and huge dance floor downstairs; accompanying by the combination of energetic hardstyle and techno music echoing the whole building. The club was bathed in bright colorful lights hence adding a great sense of atmosphere to the room and most of the roster were enjoying themselves very much; drinking, dancing and chatting among others.

Randy and Cena spent most of their time at the bar, drinking and exchanging boys talk while waiting for Morrison to arrive. They chatted about lots of things of their interests but Cena just couldn't stop talking about every guy he met downstairs at the dance floor ever since then, and Randy was started to get bored by it. Listening to Cena gabbed about boys 24/7 made him felt like he was missing his husband already and his mind started to drift away, thinking about Jeff. Randy really wished that Jeff could be here with him right now having fun.

"Hey," Cena punched Randy's shoulder lightly in a friendly manner, "What's wrong? Why the gloomy face, buddy?" He couldn't resist asking when he realized that Randy didn't seem to pay much attention to him anymore.

Randy just smiled and shook his head, "Nothing. It's just, being in the place like this kinda reminds me of Jeff, you know," Randy took a swig of his beer before adding, "He loves to dance. I love watching him dance. Too bad I don't dance," he said and grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah, it's better be that way 'cuz your dancing skill sucks anyway," Cena snorted out laughing but Randy didn't find it amusing at all. He just scowled at Cena fiercely.

"Are you making fun of me?" Randy knew he couldn't dance that well but he thought that Cena shouldn't have to laugh at him like that. He just couldn't stand being criticized.

"No, just sayin' the truth, man. You're a terrible dancer. Even Paul can dance better than you. Look," he chuckled while pointing at Big Show who was currently dancing silly with Hornswoggle at the time, "That man isn't ashamed of showing off his dancing skill despite the music we have right now doesn't seem to fit with what he's doing at all but still, he rocks the dance floor better than you, mister." Cena thought that Randy was pretty awkward when it comes to dancing. The last time he witnessed his best friend danced, it seemed that the guy looked like he got his ass tasered or something. That man desperately needed a tutor, seriously. He absolutely had no idea on how to pull a single dance, at all.

"As a good friend of mine, who actually knows how to dance, YOU, John Felix Anthony Cena should teach me how to do that instead of you making me look stupid," Randy grunted, squinting his eyes in annoyance.

"Excuse me?" Cena's blue eyes widened in surprise by his indictment, "I believe I did teach you before, Kojak."

"I don't do shuffle, okay," Randy snapped, "That Sydney shuffle thing…"

"Melbourne, man. It's called Melbourne shuffle," Cena corrected him, still couldn't stop giggling at Randy's silliness.

"Whatever," Randy tried not to look too embarrassed for his mistake and continued, "That moon walking, leg kicking, body jerking and shit is just way too much for me, and you know that I can't dance like that. It's just not my style." Unlike Cena, Jeff or Morrison, Randy was a truly amateur when it comes to dancing. He obviously couldn't handle such moves and definitely didn't have the skills for that either. He was no Vanilla Ice, for fuck sake.

"Whatever, man. It ain't about style. It's about YOU are not creative enough to shake your booty on the dance floor so don't blame me to makes you feel better. Just admit it, man. You can't dance a shit to save your life. Maybe you should just stick with the humping dance after all because that is the only thing that you're very good at."

"Humping dance?" Randy furrowed his eyebrows, didn't seem to catch what was Cena trying to imply.

"Yeah, in bed. At least, that is the only danceyou can do to impress Jeff because you're just one, pathetic, lousy dancer. Period," Cena spoke very frankly about his opinion and grinned mischievously.

Randy tried to suppress a smile but he felt the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. He couldn't deny that Cena made the right point there since having sex was the only thing that he was capable to perform magnificently.

"Dickhead!" Randy cursed out, trying to annoy his best friend even though he didn't find his remark that offensive at all.

"Look who's talking," Cena spat back sarcastically, "At least my head doesn't look like a dick that much," he murmured indistinctly but loud enough to let the younger man heard it. He deliberately wanted to tease Randy's now almost bald haircut since he never liked that kind of hairdo on him anyway. He drank his beer innocently while glancing at his sidelong and smiled.

Randy tried to keep the solemn face. Sure those words were pretty much insulting to him but he couldn't deny those were quite funny as well and soon, he burst into laughter, along with Cena.

"Yeah, you got me motherfucker," he punched Cena's arm hard but still in a friendly manners. That was the best thing about Cena that he actually admired. He was the only person, other than Jeff of course, who actually knew how to make him laugh. No one else could make him laughed hard like that. Cena was his best friend for life.

In the meantime, Matt and Morrison had just arrived at the club. They were pretty late to show up at the party since Morrison took so much time to choose his best outfit and Matt had to wait for him. He just won't leave his room until he was properly dressed and for once, Matt really thought that both Morrison and Jeff had something in common but he wasn't complaining at all.

Morrison glanced around the room trying to find Randy and it didn't take long for him to locate the man who was hanging out at the bar at the time. "Hey, Randy and John are over there. Let's join them," he suggested and guided Matt's wrist to follow him.

"Whoa, whoa… I ain't going nowhere near that prick. Nuh uh!" Matt shook his head as he pulled his hand away from Morrison's grip.

"Oh, come on. It's just a drink. How worse can it get?" Morrison tried to cool things down but Matt shot him a glare. The younger man let out a weak sigh and said, "Okay, I know you're not comfortable to be around Randy but this doesn't make any difference with me either. I mean, look!" Morrison pointed out to Cena, "John, my ex is there, sitting next to the guy that you hate so much but, hell, do you think I give a damn about him at all?"

"At least you and John are still friends. Randy and I are way too far from that."

"Exactly, and maybe this is the right time for you both to start making friends already. Come on," Morrison took a hold of his wrist but Matt yanked his hand back out of his grasp.

"Oh no, Morrie. You can say what ever you want but I ain't going to change my mind about that twerp. You go if you want to, but I prefer to just stay here," Matt stated stubbornly as he motioned at the bar next to him.

Morrison thought that it was no use for him to prolong their argument any longer. He knew Matt wasn't going to give in no matter what. With a heavy heart, he left him and made his way through the crowd to go to Randy and Cena across the room. Whatever happened, he still wanted to have some fun and he wasn't going to let the never ending rivalry between the two men ruined his night.

Matt felt disappointed when Morrison left him. He really wanted to spend time drinking and chatting with that man but he didn't think it would be too enjoyable if Randy was there, ruining his vision. He thought that it would be better if he just avoided Randy for the time being and joined Rey and R-Truth at the bar instead. At least, hanging out with them didn't make his mind going insane than having Randy anywhere near him. He just couldn't stand that man!

Morrison greeted Randy and Cena as soon as he arrived at the bar and he stood in between the two. Both men gave him a warm welcome in return but they just couldn't resist checking out on the Shaman of Sexy appreciatively. He had his fiery red satin shirt on and a pair of black vinyl pants that fit perfectly on his long legs and upturned butt. He looked extremely stunning that night and it made Cena left gaping just by looking at him.

"Dayyumm Morrie. You're fine as wine," Cena complimented him, still couldn't take his eyes off his ex-boyfriend heatedly.

"Thanks," Morrison appreciated his flattering remark very much but he knew that was just another Cena's cheesy pickup line. He wasn't going to buy that anymore and turned to face Randy instead, leaving Cena to face his back.

"You're late," Randy started to initiate a conversation and he could see that Cena was busy checking out Morrison's ass.

"Yeah I know. Sorry," Morrison apologized for the inconvenience before adding, "Gotta find the right outfit or else I feel like I'm walking around naked," he said with a sheepish smile and asked the bartender for a Tequila Sunrise; his favorite cocktail.

Randy took a quick glance at his wrist watch, "Well, those thirty minutes late was worth it 'cuz you look great tonight," he gave him a reassuring smile and Morrison nodded his appreciation. "So, you're here all by yourself?"

Morrison shook his head, "Actually, I'm here with Matt."

"Really? So, where the hell is he anyway?"

"He's at the bar over there," Morrison pointed out at the other bar opposite from them where they could see Matt was chatting with Rey and R-Truth at the time, "I've invited him to hang out together with us but he just wouldn't want to. He said that he didn't want to be anywhere near you," he took a moment to take a sip at his drink before asking,"Haven't you guys ever think about…calling a truce?"

Randy really wanted to respond to that but he got majorly distracted when he saw Cena mouthing words 'nice ass' behind Morrison. Randy gave him a glare, giving Cena some sort of sign to cut out his nonsense but the older man ignored him and kept ogling at Morrison's ass endlessly. Realized that Randy was looking rather suspicious, Morrison turned his head around to look at the man behind him. Cena swiftly looked away, pretended like there was nothing happened but Morrison knew damn well that he had been staring at his ass the entire time. He obviously didn't want to deal with his ex-boyfriend's shit anymore and he moved to sit next to Randy instead. Randy couldn't help but to chuckle amusingly when he saw the disappointed look in Cena's face when Morrison was avoiding him.

Although they were already broke up, Morrison knew that Cena still had feelings for him but he didn't think he could go on with Mr. Cena the Casanova anymore. It was true that Morrison was quite slutty too back then but he thought that it was about time that he needed to change his lifestyle somehow. Looking at how happy Randy and Jeff were together was what motivated him to start having a monogamous relationship with Cena (who was also pretty much agreed with the idea in the first place) and everything went wonderful for two beautiful weeks. But after that, Cena obviously couldn't keep to his promise anymore…

(Flashback)

Morrison had just got back home to Cena's house in Tampa, Florida from visiting his family in Los Angeles. At first, he decided to spend his whole week there until his next taping, considering that Morrison hadn't visit his family for quite some time but in the end, his plan has changed. Since Cena had been calling him and sworn his never ending love to him every night, he decided to surprise his lover.

As he entered the house, his ears were filled by 50 Cent's "Candy Shop" song blaring from the stereo. Cena always liked to put on high volume when relaxing at home and he knew exactly where the sound came from. With a bright smile spread across his face, Morrison made his way straight to the bedroom, knowing that Cena must be in there reading his favorite muscle cars magazine at the moment.

By the time Morrison approached the open door, he was shocked to found that his boyfriend wasn't alone in that room. He was standing at the end of the bed, naked while holding a pair of pale squirming legs hooked over his shoulder. Cena didn't realize that he had a company at the time and he kept pounding his piston furiously into the writhing young emo pizza boy on the bed, moaning and grunting non-stop heatedly.

Morrison's eyes were wide open in shock as he witnessed his boyfriend was being unfaithful to him, fucking around with another guy behind his back. He really thought he could trust Cena all these times but clearly, he was mistaken.

"What the fuck is this all about?" Morrison yelled at them, making both men startled and turned to look at him in panic.

Cena's mouth gaped open in surprise. He didn't expect that Morrison would come back too early and he was so fucked up right now.

"Now, b-b baby, baby. Listen to me…th-this isn't, what it looks…oh fuck-," Cena's words were cut off when suddenly he could feel he was so close to his orgasm. With a struggling loud grunt, Cena released his seed into the younger man below him. As his body stiffened and twitching by the aftermath of his release, he managed to continue what he was trying to say to Morrison earlier, breathlessly, "…isn't what it looks like."

Morrison clutched his hands into a tight grip as his brown eyes were narrowed in blistering anger. He had enough listening to Cena's lame excuses. He was very disappointed that Cena still won't admit his mistake even though it was so obvious what he was doing just now. He loved that guy very much and he completely trust him; he thought that they could have a better relationship altogether by being monogamous but it was a damn shame that Cena didn't seem to care about their commitment at all. Morrison didn't think he could hold his anger any longer.

"Well, it looks to me that tornado was about to burst in this fucking house RIGHT NOW," he stated furiously before going berserk on both men; throwing bedpost lamps, pillows, magazines, picture frames or anything that he could get his hands on across the room before kicking the pizza boy out of their house. After several hours of quarrelling, Morrison decided to call off their relationship and left Cena at once with all the mess and damage he had done to the house. Morrison bought a ticket and headed back home to Los Angeles instead to clear his mind.

Cena was frustrated when Morrison ignored him like that but there was nothing he could do about it. Everything happened was because of his own foolishness and he had to deal with its consequences like a man. However, Cena was relieved to know that Morrison had forgiven him and they kept remain friends ever since, even though he realized that Morrison seems to act cold towards him most of the time. He resumed on drinking his beer but then, suddenly, the sound of people cheering and hooting noisily caught his attention. He looked over his shoulder to see what the commotion was all about and his eyes fixed on one man that he thought would never made his appearance in the club, especially not after his retirement for the company.

Cena nudged Randy's arm to alert him, "Hey yo, Randy. Look who's here," he pointed out the man who was currently at the entrance being greeted by Hunter. Randy's eyes widened in surprise when he saw his real arch-enemy, Dave Batista attended the party.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Randy hissed angrily. He knew very well that the presence of Batista would cause him nothing but trouble. He remembered that one time they almost ended up in jail for getting involved in a fist fight at a local bar in New York and he didn't want the same incident happened again twice.

"Relax, maybe he just come by to visit, "Cena tried to make his point since Batista was currently resided in Los Angeles, "Look, just ignored that guy, okay. I'm sure he won't make any scene here. Let's just sit here, enjoy our drink and pretend that we never saw -," Cena didn't even get to finish what he was about to say and gasped when he saw Justin Gabriel, his recent locker room crush, had just arrived at the entrance. Both Randy and Morrison simultaneously followed his line of sight and they rolled their eyes in annoyance, knowing that Cena was in his Mr. Casanova mode yet again.

"Uhmm…will you boys excuse me. I've got some serious business needs to attend to," Cena finished off his drink as quickly as possible and said his goodbyes to both men before making his way to meet Justin in a hurry.

Randy shook his head disapprovingly. He didn't seem to understand what exactly Cena was really looking for in his relationship although he already had a good, attractive guy like Morrison to spend his life with. Cena made a huge mistake by sleeping around with another man and Randy couldn't blame Morrison if he didn't want to give their relationship a second chance. He wondered whether or not his best friend would ever change someday since he knew very well that Cena had an insatiable desire to flirt with just about every guy he met. Randy really hoped that Cena would consider changing his lifestyle one day but, he doubt that it will ever happen. That man could never get enough!

In the meantime, Dave had just finished his conversation with Hunter. It had been so long that he didn't meet that guy ever since his retirement from the company and he was really glad that Hunter invited him over for the party in such a perfect timing. Most of the roster seemed to look very excited to see him but he didn't give a damn about them at all. He was obviously didn't need all of those greeting and praising shit from everybody since this was not his true intention of coming here in the first place but he tried his best to look as decent as possible. He saw Randy with Morrison at the bar but Dave thought that it would be best if he just ignored him for now. Randy was not his target for tonight and he was looking for someone else who was capable to be the victim of his plan. Since he knew he wasn't the one and only Randy's well-known arch enemy here, he thought he knew exactly who he was going to seek to keep his dirty job covered. He glanced around the room, trying to locate the wanted man and there, he saw him drinking at the bar, all alone. With a fake friendly smile plastered over his face, Dave started to approach him.

"Hello Matt," Dave greeted him as he sat on the stool next to the older Hardy. Matt was quite surprised to see Dave but he greeted him back politely. He never thought that the guy would actually want to talk to him. As far as Matt concerned, Dave Batista was not a friendly person, even worst than Randy, he must admit.

"So, how're you doing Dave?" Matt tried to be as friendly as possible.

"Pretty good. Kind of miss my friends and all so I decided to come and visit," he said and ordered himself a drink from the bar, "You're drinking alone?"

"Nah, not really. I have Rey and Truth with me but those guys had to hit the boy's room," Matt responded with a smile and drank his beer.

Dave nodded but then he glanced over his shoulder to look at Randy who was still at the bar opposite them, "Why don't you just join Randy over there? I thought he's part of your family now," Dave asked teasingly even though he knew very well that both Matt and Randy were pretty much hated each other.

"Him? No way! The last time we're having drinks together, he put mustard in my beer. I seriously hate mustard," Matt recalled where Randy had the nerve to pour down that thick yellow sauce in his drink and Dave couldn't help but to chuckle delightfully. He thought that this was just too good to come up with his plan. He knew that both men were always engaged in some sort of stupid prank wars and this would make his job much easier to make Matt fell into his trap.

"You can have some payback, if you want to. Make him drunk and stuff," Dave suggested intentionally and curiosity began to overwhelm Matt when he heard such idea.

"Drunk?"

"Yeah. Hunter used to do that to him back when we were partying Evolution style. You should see how ridiculous Randy can be when he's drunk," Dave revealed the secret and grinned, "He's a completely different person when he's all tipsy."

Matt smiled mischievously by the thought of that. Dave was right, though. Matt realized that Randy never took more than four bottles of beer when partying and now he knew why. How come he never thought about that before? The idea of embarrassing Randy in public was always been a great pleasure to him and the plan on getting the man drunk was just too perfect for Matt to have his revenge on Randy for what he did to him at the pool earlier.

"Yeah. That actually sounds pretty cool. I never know he's a horrible drunk," he said while looking at Randy over his shoulder, smiling, "I think I might consider give it a try, though."

Dave smirked in return, "You should do. It's not like you get to see him doing crazy thing everyday. This is your chance to have your revenge on him. It's going to be sheer fun, one you will never forget, I tell you that," he assured him as he deliberately glanced at his wristwatch before saying, "Well, I think I better go now. I can't stay here for too long. There's a person to see. Guess, I'll see you next time Matt," he stretched out his hand and they settled for a handshake, "And, good luck," Dave gave him a conspiratorial wink before he left. He knew his plan was now closer to success and it was about time that he should make his leave and let Cody handled the rest, just like they have planned. He never thought that Matt was too easy to be manipulated and this would make his job way much easier that he could ever imagine.

Matt, on the other hand, was smiling to himself as he watched Dave slowly disappeared from his view. The opportunity on humiliating Randy in public was something that he shouldn't missed but somehow, his guts was against it all of the sudden. A slight worry began to emerge in his mind as he was afraid that something bad might happen while he was trying to get that man drunk but on second thought, how worse could it get if it was just for fun? For all these years of knowing him, Matt had just discovered that Randy had a serious drunk issue going on and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to witness how crazy Randy could be when he gone shit-faced.

After some time of pondering, Matt decided to just push the thought aside and let the fun began. He was so enthusiastic about his next prank. Now, he must figured a way how to convince Randy to accept his drinking proposal since he knew Randy would never trust him completely, especially when he was trying to be nice to him all of the sudden. However, a bright idea popped into his mind suddenly and Matt thought that this method was just too perfect to make Randy fell into his next practical joke. Without further ado, he made his way towards the Viper with a big sinister grin spread across his face.

Randy definitely going to get it this time, that's for sure!

The mysterious brunette has revealed and that man is none other than the sexy 'Animal', Dave Batista *gives Mountain Dew and cookies for those who have guessed right*. Hey, don't blame me but I really think Batista is quite attractive. Better looking than Mason Ryan, in my opinion) XD.

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