His Voices in My Head
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form, own any of the people in this story or any element of the WWE universe. This is strictly fiction.
Author's Note: Oh, how I looooove Centon J This is a CenaXOrton story but there are some other pairs too.
Content Warning: This story includes mild violence, strong language, and lots of hot steamy slash.
Recap:
"John, you're going to have to hear me out."
John sighed. "The floor is yours."
After Randy explained every detail of what happened, John went over everything in his head.
"John, please tell me you're at least thinking about this," Randy pleaded.
John spoke. "I can honestly say that don't believe-"
Now back to the story: "His Voices in My Head" Chapter 10
"I can honestly say I don't believe I didn't believe you in the first place…"
Randy sighed. John had no idea what them being apart was doing to Randy.
"Thank goodness, John, I love you more than anything in the world. How could you think otherwise?"
"I guess I was just scared. I love you too, Rand. I'm just scared of losing you. You're my everything-"
John was unable to finish his heartfelt statement when the cause of all of this, Chris Jericho, entered the restroom.
"Johnathon," Chris greeted before turning to Randy. "Hey baby, how are you?" Chris asked Randy, placing a forced kiss on his lips.
Randy mentally barfed and shoved Chris off of him immediately. "What the fuck are you doing, Jericho?"
"Baby, it's okay, I just wanted to tell you I bought some condoms and lube for our when we get together tonight," Chris announced, holding up a brown bag.
John was speechless, on the verge of insanity.
"Chris you fucktard-"
"Oh my goodness, baby, I forgot, we were supposed to be on the down low. John wasn't supposed to know..." Chris sighed.
"I know enough now," John said.
"John, I," Randy stuttered.
"To think I almost believed you…all that wasted time I was with you…I regret it all," John spat before exiting the restroom in an instant.
Randy couldn't stop John. What could he say when Chris fucking Jericho could just make up some insane lie to make him look worse? Wait, Chris fucking Jericho?
Randy grabbed Chris and threw him into the mirror, causing a mild crack.
"Jericho, you son of a bitch, why won't you leave me and John the fuck alone?" Randy snapped.
"Because if I can't have John, NO ONE CAN," Chris responded with a sick smile on his face. "Especially not your punk ass."
"My punk ass?" Randy asked, punching Jericho in the face hard and pushing him into the bathroom stall. "Fuck, you're the one who's a punk ass. Leave me the hell alone or you'll regret it."
"Whatever you say, Orton. You can't stop me."
"Watch me, bitch," Randy spat before punching Jericho again and leaving out the bathroom. Randy was saddened by the sight of John leaving out of the restaurant with his friends.
Randy ran after them. "JOHN!" Randy shouted towards the group who were already in the parking lot.
"What the fuck do you want?" John spat. Melina and Matt instantly turned around, defending their friend. Phil and Morrison stood their ground as well.
"Don't believe anything Jericho says! I love you and only you," Randy replied, forcing the hurt from John's previous comment to the back of his head.
"Yeah?" John asked, his face mimicking forgiveness.
"I swear," Randy replied.
"Well I certainly don't, never have, and never will love you, Randy. Goodbye, forever," John said coldly, before getting in the car with the rest of his group and leaving with his friends.
Randy's legs gave out and he retreated to the cold pavement. He sat down and failed to resist the inevitable tears that began to run down his face. Was John telling the truth? Had he never loved him? Or was it just a comment made out of anger and sadness? He didn't know. He didn't know anything anymore. Without John, he had no reason to live.
Ted and Cody burst out of the restaurant, Ted chewing on a piece of steak.
Cody grabbed the steak and put it in the to-go box and set it to the ground. "Goodness gracious, Ted, this is no time to be eating steak!"
Ted nodded and sat down next to his best friend. "Randy, it's okay-"
"No, Ted, it is not fucking okay," Randy snapped out of sadness.
Ted sighed. "Randy, what's wrong?"
"Just when I got John to believe me, Jericho comes in the bathroom, kisses me, and says a bunch of bullshit that makes John not trust me again. Then when I come out here to tell him otherwise and that I love him, John replies he doesn't, never has, and never will love me," Randy stuttered through sobs.
Ted and Cody glanced at each other. Never had they seen Randy so bothered. For something to cause the Viper to break down like this, to most people, would be like telling a cat to bark.
"I'm sure he didn't mean it," Cody said after a long silence from him and Ted.
"What if he did?" Randy replied. "What if our whole relationship was completely one sided?"
"It wasn't. Trust us," Ted replied.
Randy wasn't so sure.
Carol Cena sipped her freshly-made cup of tea. Her son had just explained to her and her husband just exactly what was the matter with him. Carol was exceedingly worried about John prior to this conversation; she knew her son well enough to know when he wasn't doing well.
Carol knew how John felt. She once had caught her husband in a compromising position with another woman. She felt angry, betrayed, and worthless. But she learned eventually that the woman had forced John Sr. to have sex with her or she would kill Carol and all their sons. Despite that, her husband had to regain her trust for there was still doubt in her mind afterwards of his faithfulness.
John, Sr. knew exactly how Randy must have felt, especially since he went through the exact same situation. He also knew that John inherited his mother's insane sense of unfaithfulness and that Randy might have an extremely hard time regaining his trust.
"John, hear me out, please," John Sr. told his son, who was sitting on the sofa across from him and his mother. "You have to let Randy explain himself-"
"I did, Dad. He explained everything and I was ready to forgive him…until the object of his affair entered and crashed his charade."
John Sr. had little to say after that. Perhaps Chris Jericho was setting Randy up constantly in order to make him look bad. He never liked Jericho, not even when he and his son were dating. He was nearly sure that Randy was innocent in this.
Carol, however, after hearing that last comment, immediately sided with her son.
"John, don't let this bother you. If he wants to do this to you, show him that you're not just some weak little victim of him. Show him who is boss," Carol suggested.
John Sr. sighed. "You can stay as long as you want so you can clear your mind, son."
"Thanks, I really appreciate it."
[The next Monday Night RAW]
Randy took a hold of the microphone. "As you all know, The Miz didn't win that match last night fair and square. I deserve a rematch."
Randy couldn't continue before The Miz's theme blasted from the speakers and the Miz entered the ring with Alex Riley, microphone in hand.
"A rematch?" The Miz mocked. "A rematch, really? The last thing you deserve is a rematch, Randy. In case you didn't notice, you lost last night. So you're back at the end of the 'Contenders to get their Butt Kicked by the Awesome one list'."
Randy was about to reply when he was forced to take a deep breath. John Cena's entrance theme began to play and John raced out to the ring to a loud cheer from the audience.
"Well, Miz, since Randy here," John said with a glare to Randy, "is at the end of that list, I guess I'm number one, right?"
"Wrong, Cena," Miz exclaimed. "I've beaten you so many times, it's not even funny. I believe the last time I beat you was at…oh yeah, WRESTLEMANIA."
"With interference," John replied. "Face it, Miz, you couldn't win a match cleanly if you tried. You've either got to have your little fanboy Riley or some other sack of crap to interfere in your match to retain."
"I second that," Randy piped up from the side. Randy slipped a smile at John, but didn't receive one in return.
"And I certainly hope that you won't be giving Randall here a rematch," John said all-of-the-sudden. "I've only lost to you once or twice. Randy here's lost to you at least over five times."
"Oh, have you been counting, Cena?" Randy replied. "It's not my fault I'm a better championship contender than you."
The audience ooooed in response. John glared into Randy's soul. Miz and Riley just stood to the side, enjoying this entire thing.
"Really? Then why have I more championship reigns than you, Randy? Can you explain that?"
"If it wasn't for you being Mr. WWE Poster boy, trust me you'd be enjoying another endevour by now. Me, I've actually got talent in this industry," Randy snapped, before coming to terms with what he just said and looking regrettably at John.
"Yes, Randy, you've got the undeniable talent of sleeping around, Randy. I could ask half of the people backstage and they would admit to doing the deed with you in the past."
Randy cringed at John's harsh words. Sucking up all of the hurt and sorrow he was feeling, he replied, "I'll be the better man here, since you obviously can't. You can have your match with the Miz and if you win the title, I'll be there to take it from you."
Randy dropped the microphone and exited the ring, not forgetting to give John a glance of sadness before composing himself and heading backstage. Randy knew what he was going to do before the night was over, and no one was going to stop him now.
John was speechless.
"Randall Orton! How can I help you? By the sound of the request you made to meet me, it seems serious."
"You're right, Vince. I'd like to request my resignation from World Wrestling Entertainment."
CLIFFHANGER! Reviews are highly appreciated. Thanks to all my loving reviewers. Please take the time to read and review my "Chain Gangs and Vipers" story as well.
Please be sure to read my two other wrestling stories, "Evan's All American Collegiate Journey" and "Chain Gangs and Vipers".