Title: Work Out Your Own Salvation With Fear And Trembling
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Wrestling
Series: I'd Rather Fight With You Than Make Love With Anyone Else verse
Pairings: John Cena/Jack Swagger, Randy/Cody (Candy), Miz/Morrison, Chris/Evan, Hardycest
Disclaimer: The WWE is not mine nor are any of it's child branches, it is the 96% property of the McMahon's and God bless the bastards that work for them. I respect the sexual preferences and identities of all the wrestlers on WWE roster, and who they share a bed with is really none of my business.
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Wrestling violence, slash, episode re-writes, love, fluff, smut, good stuff, OOC
AN: Remember now, some matches will not happen. Evan and Miz faced off this episode, but that's not gonna happen, ok? I love Miz vs. Evan, but it doesn't work for this story. They're hot, let me tell you.
But the night went on.
Kingston and Carlito faced off, Kofi beat his ass.
The Miz went out there and declared his turn-around, his new look, his new journey to be United States Champion. He faced against Primo and defeated him, declaring he was the best (again.)
It was impressive, to say the least.
But the highlight of the night was DX's return, but little did the crowd know that there was a little something extra planned for Shawn and Hunter.
They came out in all their neon green glory, passing out glow sticks and being DX. They played it up, acting cool, being funny. They hip thrust, and the green light/smoke combo shot out forming an X in the air. Yes, it was glorious and loud and all that the people wanted. Shawn nearly pulled his knee, and they both knew they were a little too old for this but not caring.
Neither really thought someone would break their party up
Shawn admitted it was good to be back, and Triple H asked the big question.
But…before he could finish.
Jack Swagger, Cody Rhodes, and Ted DiBiase decided it was time to crash the party.
Ted and Cody tackled down Hunter, their kicks swift in taking the blonde to his knees. Jack took Shawn personally, clotheslining the old man to the ground the second his back was turned. While Priceless knocked Hunter into the steel steps, Jack grabbed a fistful of blonde locks and slammed the man's head into the canvas as many times as he could.
DX tried to fight back, they really did. Shawn even managed to stand up again, but Priceless was quick to help Swagger. They paid him special attention, knocking him into the turnbuckle and keeping him in the corner. Hunter tried as well, but little Cody took him down at the knees.
An epic moment was when Ted held Triple H in a bear hug, keeping him immobile, while Cody took off Shawn's heavy boot. Remembering the fateful cage match and how much he'd hurt Jack, he slammed the very heel of it into Hunter's face.
He handed it off to Jack, who got in a few good whacks as well.
Their attack had pure passion behind it, a reason for an assault while DX had nothing.
Jack looked down at the boot, smirked, then turned and slammed Shawn in the head as well.
Sure, the crowd chanted for DX, but that wasn't helping their heros rise.
Ted got a mic, kneeling down next to Hunter, "Well, that answers your question, doesn't it. Yes…we…are…ready."
While the focus was on Ted, Cody and Jack got down next to the fallen Heartbreak Kid.
"We don't give a fuck who you are, Shawn" Cody hissed.
"If you ever…ever" Jack grabbed him by his hair, making sure they had the older man's attention "Put your hands on our friend again, we're going to hurt a helluva lot worse than this."
"Don't. Touch. Evan" Cody growled, patting his friend's shoulder "Come on."
Legacy plus Jack were about to make their exit, but Swagger couldn't resist one last kick to Michaels head.
All three young men made their way up the ramp, the crowd's boos in their ears. They didn't care, they scowled at the two men and let their hate be known. All three, even Ted, weren't going to stand the bullying Shawn had dished out to the young Bourne.
With a last glare, they went backstage…away from DX and the furious crowd.
-xXxXxXx-
They moment they got backstage, John and Randy were waiting on opposite sides of the hall.
"You realize they're going to kill you now, right?" John stated fiercely "Out of all the people you guys chose to fuck with, DX should not be on your list!"
Jack crossed his arms, cocking his head at his lover, "You tellin' me you don't want me to take some revenge on the guy who busted open my face?"
Cena's eyes fell to the dark red scar along his lover's hairline, showing the horrid event that had taken place so-long-yet-not-that-long ago, "Damn, Jack, you know I'm only-"
"You've proven to me that I can't really trust anyone but myself" Jack cut him off "And if I want take some revenge, I will."
"You can trust me-"
"Not that fast" Jack stated firmly, showing there'd be no room for argument "I can forgive you, but I'm going to trust you with some stuff so quickly."
Randy faced his boys, "You two wanna tell me why you were out there?"Ted and Cody shared a look, then wet their lips in almost unison.
"Boys?"
"Shawn was messing with Evan" Cody stated fiercely "He pinned him in the locker room earlier, said some shit about Jericho, and told him he was worthless whore. He puts his hands on him, and I actually like Evan. I'm not going to let some old bastard fuck with my friends. And you know what!? After what Hunter did-!"
Cody was working himself up into a fit, so Randy stepped forward and put a hand firmly on his shoulder, "I get, Cody, it's ok."
Cody deflated, pouting without realizing it, "You're not mad?"
"You're grown men, you can do what you want. I just don't want you hurt."
"See?" John gestured to them "Why can't we have that? You tell why you're doin' it, and then I can be all supportive too."
"You've proven you don't give a shit about my friends, why would you care if Shawn was fucking with Evan?" Jack shoved past him, bitter feelings rising up in his chest "Good luck with your interview."
John watched his lover walk away, huffing and folding his hands behind his head. He looked over to find all of Legacy staring at him, Cody the fiercest.
"Oh, what?" he scowled.
"You better lay off him" Cody growled "You're really fucking lucky he forgave you as quick as he did. He's still hurting, and if you keep poking like that, he's not gonna be so forgiving for very long."
"You think you know him better than I do?"
"Maybe not" something soft shone in those cerulean eyes "But be nice, he loves you."
Cody left, Ted and Randy following close after.
"Fuckin' Rhodes" Cena leant against the wall.
//But he's right.//
-xXxXxXx-
Despite being kind of angry with John, Jack found himself laughing hysterically to John's little speech. Then the other tag-team champions came into it, and Chris didn't look very happy at all. You could see the hate in John's eyes when he saw Big Show standing there as well.
"There's nothing we can do about this Jericho/Cena thing, huh?" Jack asked Evan, who was standing close beside him.
"Sorry" Evan shrugged "Boys will be boys, I guess."
"Yep" Jack sighed a bit "We can't stop them, I learned that the hard way."
"Chris isn't happy about what happened" the ravenette watched his lover in the little interview "But they're true blue wrestlers, and they love the fight."
"Half revenge…half stupidity" Jack glanced at the younger man "You going out there too?"
Evan nodded.
"Lots of luck" the blonde pat his shoulder, then froze "Is your back…?"
"The wounds are all but gone" Evan scratched at his shoulder "They itch, though."
"I'm on that boat with you" Jack rubbed at the long scar on his face, glad it wasn't right in his features "Those assholes almost destroyed my pretty face."
"You know…Chris had nothing to do with that."
"Oh, I know."
"Good" Evan glanced at the clock "Don't you have a match?"
"Oops" Jack pulled a face, realizing he still had on his The All-American Duo outfit "Better put on my regular stuff, I have to fight MVP in about ten minutes. See ya, man."
-xXxXxXx-
The match came faster than anyone wanted.
The WWE Tag-Team Champions came out first, weighing nearly 800 pounds together.
Randy was next, his haunting music filling the arena.
But when it was Cena's turn, everyone was on their feet. John came out there, excited as hell, running and sliding in the ring effortlessly. God, the fans loved him. Randy glared him down the entire time, a look of calm indifference on his face. John kept glancing at the champion, unnerved by the constant stare.
A guitar rift echoed after the theme music cut off, and Freddie came out looking a little ticked.
//Oh shit// were Cena and Orton's thoughts.
Jericho grinned, he knew all about this.
"Hey Randy! I thought I'd take a page out of your book. This match just became a lumberjack match" Freddie stated, sounding fierce "And as far as the lumberjacks go, I hand picked them. They don't like you very much. Good luck!"
Freddie scowled and summoned the lumberjacks, stepping backstage and away.
Mark Henry, MVP, Jamie Noble, Primo, Kofi Kingston, and…
"Evan" Chris grinned, leaning against the ropes.
"You knew about this?" Show hissed in his ear.
"Relax" Jericho sighed "We got nothing to worry about. These two will destroy each other."
Evan came around to their side, looking up at the blonde and shaking his head.
Chris just gave him that smile, "Nice outfit."
"You'd know" Evan flashed a quick smirk, these were the brand new wrestling tights the man had custom made for him. They were flattering, his hair even styled a bit different.
Chris looked him over hungrily, briefly distracted by the pure need to have the younger man right here in the middle of the ring with thousands of people watching.
Big Show rolled his eyes at this, getting in the ring first to face off against Cena.
The match started, the two men going at each other. Yeah, John had some half-conceived notions of busting Big Show up a bit, hurt him for hurting Jack…but Big Show was strong, and big. He got tossed around, deciding it was time to get the hell out of there.
Randy reached out his hand for the tag, trying to be a good sport. He thought of Cody and Swagger, how well they were together as a tag-team. But he was Randy Orton, and he wasn't sure he wanted to do this.
John reached out for his hand, and the younger man retracted his hand. He put his back to Cena, letting Big Show have his way.
It felt damn good.
John seethed on the inside, hating that Randy was playing mind games with him. The moment he got the opening, he kicked the big man over. He walked over to Randy, slapping him hard across the back. Randy turned around, snarling some insult, but Cena grabbed him by the head and flipped them over the ropes.
"Tag, you're it" John barked down at he man, icy eyes glaring up at him defiantly "Now fight!"
Randy conceded reluctantly, and got to his feet. No sooner did he get his balance, Big Show knocked him down in a spear. He rolled out, the lumberjacks swarming over him.
Evan stood back, faintly amused as Henry picked Randy up like a doll and tossed him back inside.
The two men continued to fight, but it wasn't so much as fighting as Big Show beating on The Viper. Randy's long body was stretched to the point of breaking, getting dragged across the canvas so Jericho could have a turn.
Again, Evan tried to resist laughter as his lover took some frustration out on the champion.
Backstage, Cody just shook his head and sighed.
When it came time for Randy to tag in John, Cena actually put his hand out, "Come on! You can make it!"
Jericho dragged the poor Viper away, tagging in The Big Show. They double-teamed him, trying to get a pin but failing. They were merciless, trying to break him.
Randy's only thought was, //I'm going to need ten showers after this.//
Jack's only comment backstage to his partner was, "Well, at least he's flexible. Otherwise, this would hurt a helluva lot more."
He got a swift smack upside the head from Rhodes.
Miz just happened to chime in with, "Huh. I didn't know Jericho was a screamer."
Randy turned it around with a body slam, getting Jericho down long enough for him to actually make the tag with Cena. John went in pumped as hell, taking Chris down with a few swift moves. He was filled with adrenaline, almost screaming now. He stomped and raised his palm in the air, the crowd going wild.
He leaned over Chris, whispering just loud enough for the blonde to hear, "Evan was an accident. I'm sorry, man."
John turned around to throw himself into the ropes, but Big Show was standing there. The man tried to choke slam him, but John was having none of that. He slammed the older man into the ropes, knocking him right out of the ring.
Before anyone really knew what was happening, Chris Jericho was lifted up and slammed into an Attitude Adjustment…then pinned for the win. Evan knew the moment his lover hit the canvas, he was hurt.
Chris rolled out of the ring, collapsing to his knees on the floor and clutching at his shoulder.
"Chrissy?" Evan whispered, kneeling down next to him.
"Shit" Chris muttered, not giving a fuck who was watching as he rested his head in the crook of his lover's shoulder. A strong arm wrapped around his lower back, the other resting in his hair as he cradled him to his body. Chris's shoulder was on fire, he knew he'd bruised the very muscle there.
Evan looked up just in time to see Randy RKO Cena to the mat. That started a brawl, everyone going after one another without a second thought. It was fierce, it was brutal, people were getting flipped over the ropes like they were nothing but sacks of grain.
MVP came around the corner, eyes locking on the fallen Jericho.
Evan scowled at him, tightening his grip on the blonde, "Don't you fucking dare, Montel."
The black man backed off at the last moment, intimidated by the fire in the high flyer's eyes.
Randy slinked off, but Cena knocked out every man in the ring almost by himself. At the end, it was only him left in the ring. He yelled, he flexed, he celebrated like the basic form of life all of us are reduced to when we win the impossible.
When the cameras shut off, the fans were still screaming. John went to leave the ring, turning to spot Evan slowly helping Chris to his feet. Two sets of equally blue eyes met, the younger man not sneering but giving him a blank look.
Cena waited, showing them a sign of good faith by walking up the ramp with them.
"Good match, man" John stated.
Chris let his lover take most of his weight, keeping his right arm and shoulder limp so not to agitate it further, "This wasn't a good idea."
John didn't say anything, for Evan cut him off, "You think?"
"Sorry" Chris murmured.
"It's just what us men do" Evan sighed, getting him to the top of the ramp "We drink, we fuck, we make outrageous promises and somehow everyone ends up getting their asses kicked."
The three of them went backstage, forgetting the fans for the moment.
-xXxXxXx-
Cody was all over him the moment Randy got back into their locker room, the smaller man checking his ribs and running his hands over his shoulders.
"Some of that looked painful" Cody looked over him with a critical eye "Are you ok? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine" Randy assured him softly.
"I thought you were seriously injured! I saw the way Paul handled you out there, and I couldn't help but think that-"
Randy put the ends of his fingers on the younger man's lips, silencing him.
"Baby, do I look hurt?"
Cody shook his head, the digits dropping from his mouth, "No."
"I'm fine" Randy rolled his neck "I need a shower, but I'm fine. To be honest, I just want to forget this entire night."
Cody nodded, watching his lover walk past him. The older man stripped off his knee pads, his wrist cuffs, and finally his trunks. Rhodes took a moment to admire his lover's fit form, the cling of that black thong to the curve of his ass.
"The, uh…" Cody cleared his throat, ignoring the smirk Randy was giving him as he shed the thong as well "The big event's coming up soon. Summerslam. Do you think you're ready?"
"Of course I'm ready" Randy strode toward the showers, cocky "I'm Randy Orton."
"That you are" Cody sighed, sitting down on one of the benches "That you are."
-xXxXxXx-
"Thanks, sweetheart" Chris accepted the icepack his lover handed him, plopping down onto the bed. He pressed the cool surface to his bruised shoulder, sighing out painfully. It hurt more than it should, but he wasn't twenty anymore. Where he used to bounce back from this type of injury, he would be laid up for the entire night. It would probably look worse in the morning, but that was a chance he'd have to take.
"Well I hope you had fun" Evan eased up onto the bed behind him, running his hands up and down the blonde's sides " 'Cause I heard MVP and Henry talking while you were in the shower, they want your belts."
"Let them try" Chris scoffed "Those punks Cryme Tyme have the next shot."
"And I'm sure it'll be a great match" Evan rested his chin on the blonde's uninjured shoulder, laying himself along his back "But until then…"
"You looked beautiful in your new ring gear" Chris stated.
"You think so?" Evan dropped a kiss on his neck "I think it's perfect."
"Like you" Chris whispered, leaning his head back and stealing a quick kiss.
"You're a sweet talker, you know that?" Evan growled playfully, biting the blonde's lower lip.
"Ow!" Chris faux-whined "Take it easy on the old man, I'm hurt, you know?"
"You're not old" Evan poked him in a certain spot, getting a burst of light laughter "You're vintage."
"Oh thanks" Chris snapped his teeth at him "Brat."
"You love me" Evan slithered back onto the bed, stretching his compact body out on the blanket "Now hand me the phone, Chey and Sierra wanted us to call them goodnight."
"It's eleven, the little brats better be asleep" Chris sat back further on the bed, snatching his cellphone off the nightstand. Before he could even hand it off to his lover, it rang rather loudly and lit up.
"Who the hell…?" Chris muttered, clicking the button and putting it to his ear "Hello?"
"Christopher" came the curt reply.
"Jessica, lovely" the sarcasm oozed from his voice.
Evan's brow creased, "Who is it?"
"My ex-wife" he grumbled with disdain, not even bothering to take his mouth from the receiver "How can I help you, Jessica?"
"I want to know who 'Uncle Evvy' is" Jessica spat "Cheyenne and Sierra won't stop chattering about him, and Ash showed me an 'Evan Bourne' on his game system, but that can't possibly be true."
"I introduced them to my boyfriend" Chris smirked, knowing she was cringing and gagging at the word (he loved making her uneasy) "There's no law against that. He's good with them, and they seem to like him as well."
"I told you not to expose them to that kind of lifestyle!" Jessica barked harshly, causing the blonde to wince "You could be corrupting them psychologically on levels you can't even comprehend!"
"Oh shut up" Chris groaned, shifting the ice pack on his maimed shoulder "I'm in no mood for your bullshit."
"I…you…" Jessica sputtered, then raised her voice "He looks like a child! What kind of example are you setting by dating someone so young?!"
Chris turned towards Evan, his little vixen spread out on the coverlet just for him, "I resent that everyone thinks I'm a pedophile. I can personally vouch for Evan's fully developed body and level of masculinity."
He could've sworn that gagging sound was her throwing up a little in her mouth.
"You're sick."
"Are the kids in bed?"
"Well, yes, but-"
"Goodnight, Jessica" Chris hung up on her, tossing the cell to the floor without a thought.
"She sounds pleasant" Evan observed, watching his lover struggle to scoot back on the bed toward him with one arm. He reached out silently, easing the blonde down onto the mattress beside him.
Chris sighed gratefully, relaxing completely into the pillow. They gazed at one another, a smile on both their faces. The blonde reached up, letting the back of his fingers touch the smooth curve of his lover's cheek.
"Love you" came the breathy exclamation.
"Love you too…I mean it."
"I know you do."
Here's the constant debate me and my friend Amber have. She says those wrestling trunks the guys wear (for example, the infamous red trunks Ted wears with Priceless on the back) are called thongs. I call them spankies, she says I'm wrong. I believe the underwear type material they wear under said spankies are called thongs. Cause they're not really trunks for they have no leg matieral, and they aren't thongs because they don't go up the crack of their ass (most of the time) so they must be spankies. I learned this term from Bring It On, as it refers to the tight underwear-like material cheerleaders wear under their skirts.
My logic:
Trunks = Spankies
Underwear = Thongs
If anyone like to debate this with me as well, I'm always open to comment
