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:

"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."


Now back to the story: "His Voices in My Head" Chapter 11

"Randy, did you just ask for a resignation?" Vince scratched his head in confusion.

"Yes sir," Randy replied nonchalantly.

"Son, are you sure? This is a very big issue."

"Yes sir. I'm uncomfortable with some of the conditions around here and-"

Randy was shocked to see John Cena barge into the office.

"John, what-"

"Cody told me you were on your way to resign," John said. "That true?"
"It's true. What is it to you, anyway? It's not like you care what I do," Randy spat.

"You're right. I don't care what you do," John spat back. "But you're not taking the easy road out."

"What?" Randy asked.

"You think you can do all that shit you did to me and then just leave? It's not fucking happening, asshole," John barked.

Randy felt anger bubbling in his body, but he tried to keep his cool. "John, I'm fucking innocent. It's not my fault!"

"Oh so that wasn't Chris Jericho-"

"Yes, that was him! But that was not at the least consensual!"

"I thought crap was supposed to come out of your ass, not your mouth, Orton."

Randy cringed. John hadn't called him by his last name since they started dating; he was only calling him that now that they were broken up.

"Back to a last name basis, huh?" Randy said, trying to clear the atmosphere so he wouldn't blurt out something detrimental to his argument. "Why don't you believe me, John?"

"Because, Orton, even though we were only together about two months, you sat there and cheated on me…" John fought back tears.

"John, how many times do I have to tell you…" Randy hated seeing John on the verge of tears, and his anger level skyrocketed. "I didn't have anything to do with that!" Randy unwillingly shouted louder than he meant to.

"Why the fuck do you think I'm so stupid?" John asked, anger sewn in his voice.

"Maybe because you fucking are!" Randy snapped.

"Damn…" Vince said randomly.

John looked at Vince and back at Randy. "Then I'll get out of your way if that's the way you feel."
"John, I-" Randy stuttered.

"Save it," John said. "Just keep it in that thick skull that you had better keep your ass here in WWE."

Randy sighed and slumped in his seat as John left and slammed the door behind him.

"Do you still want that resignation-?"

"Hell no," Randy gained some confidence after what had just transpired. John wasn't going to be getting rid of him anytime soon.


[Two days later…]

"Randy, you need to get out the house," Ted said.

"Says you," Randy stretched in his armchair. He really didn't want to do anything; he had the a few days off and he planned on using them to be unnaturally lazy.

"As your best friend…"

"Keep bothering me and you'll be my ex-best friend," Randy joked. "Cody's been fighting with you for first place anyway."

"Whatever, Randy," Ted laughed. "But get off your ass. We're going out tonight if me and Codes have to drag you inch-by-inch."

"Good luck with that," Randy rolled his eyes.

"How the fuck did I get here?" Randy asked as he adjusted to his club surroundings. The dark room, the blasting loud music, and all the horny men and women getting it on on the dance floor. Yes, it was going to take him some time to adjust to this.

"I told you that you were coming whether you liked it or not," said Ted, who at the moment was searching around for his boyfriend in the dark room.

"You can't say it was easy though," Randy beamed.

"In all honesty, dragging you out of your house was the hardest thing ever. Getting CM Punk to do dope would probably be easier," Ted laughed.

"TEDDY BEAR!" Cody hollered from the crowded dance floor. "WILL YOU COME DANCE WITH ME?"

"This is going to be a long night," Ted sighed, standing up from the bar stool. "Randy, have some fun, will you?"

"No promises, Teddy Bear," Randy mocked.

Ted punched him in the arm. "Shut up Randy! Only Cody has the right to call me that," Ted said playfully.

"Ow! You son of a bitch! That hurt! Go fuck your boyfriend already!" Randy replied, laughing.

"Just because we're dancing together in a club in the dark doesn't mean-"

Randy glared at Ted with a playful smile.

"You know what, here are the keys. If we're not on the dance floor, we're probably in the bathroom," Ted said, giving Randy the keys to the car.

"I'm ditching!" Randy said with a grin.

"Hell no you're not!" Ted shouted. "Stay the fuck here and get laid!"

"Whatever," Randy said, slouching back on the stool.

He watched as Ted and Cody enjoyed each other's company a little too much on the dance floor. It only made him think of John more and more. Randy didn't know what it was about John; he'd dated plenty of guys and chicks before, but John was the only one he cared for this much. He may have, at most, loved his former lovers, but he was deeply in love with John Cena. And being anywhere else than in a relationship with him made him feel hollow inside.

"Hey there, cutie," a brunette woman flirted as she sat down next to him at the bar.

"Hey yourself," Randy said.

"I'm Samantha. Nice to meet you," the woman said, extending her hand out.

Randy admired her classiness. "I'm Randy…" he replied, shaking her hand.

"Oh, I know who you are, Mr. WWE Superstar," Samantha smiled.

"Wow, word gets around!" Randy joked.

Samantha laughed. "Hey, would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?"

Randy stopped laughing instantly. "I…"

"Yes? Okay, meet me at Tetrazzini's Pizzeria tomorrow at seven. See you!" Samantha said in a hurry before leaving.

"Fuck," Randy said. He wasn't going to blow her off, though. He could use this as a chance to see if he could move on from John or not.

Ted opened one eye in the middle of his and Cody's make out session and saw Randy chatting with a brunette chick. Ted sighed in relief.

"You still gonna take her up on the offer?" Cody asked Randy as he walked down the staircase of his home.

"Definitely," Randy said with a little excitement.

Cody laughed, "Have fun. Your dogs will be just fine."

"They'd better be, or else you're dog food, Codes," Randy threatened with a smile on his face before exiting the house.


"Yeah, so I hear the whole Randy-John situation isn't getting any better," Kelly Kelly told Melina as they walked around the pool in Jack and Kelly's backyard.

"Not at all, Kelly," Melina sighed. "I'm starting to actually believe that Orton is innocent, though, simply because Chris Jericho did always come off as a jerk to me and Randy seemed to love John way too much."

"I agree. Those two were inseparable," Kelly agreed.

"I don't think John will ever even become open to the idea of Randy being innocent," Melina said, looking up into the sky.

"Hmm," Kelly said before she grabbed her cell phone and checked her messages. She noticed she had one from her good friend Samantha Speno.

Hey Kellz, I'm in an awesome mood right now! Samantha texted.

Hey Sammy, why's that? Kelly responded.

I'm going on a date!

With who?

Guess who. A co-worker of yours.

Umm…no idea. Fill me in?

Randy Orton!

Kelly nearly dropped her phone in shock.

Melina snapped back to reality. "Kelly, what's wrong? What happened?"

"Orton," Kelly stuttered.

"What about him?" Melina asked nervously.

"Read this," Kelly said, handing Melina the phone.

Melina carefully read the messages on Kelly's phone and stopped in a heartbeat. "Randy's on a date with another person? Not to mention a girl?"

"Should we tell John?" Kelly asked.

"No, it will only send him into a frenzy, and that's not good for him at all."

"Hey girls," John said from behind the both of them.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" both Melina and Kelly screamed.

"What's going to send who into a frenzy?" John asked innocently.

"N-nothing," Kelly stuttered.

"Okay then, come in, Jack just finished cooking," John insisted.

The two girls looked at each other and followed John back into the house.


"This pizza is delicious," Samantha said, chewing her slice of pepperoni pizza.

"I know, right," said Randy. "So, Samantha…"

"Please, call me Sam," Samantha insisted.

"Sure thing, Sam, you live around here in St. Louis?" Randy asked, trying to seem very interested. It's not that Sam wasn't a beautiful woman, because she was, but the whole time he'd been thinking about John.

"Yes I do, I live in the apartment complex not far from here," Sam replied.

"That's cool."

"You know, your eyes are really beautiful, Randy."

Randy looked down when she said that. John always used to say that to him.

"Randy, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Randy defended instantly.

"No, something is wrong. I've noticed you've seemed a little down this whole time," said Sam.

"It's nothing, really…" Randy slurred.

"Can I ask you something?" Sam asked.

"Sure," Randy said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Are you gay?"

Randy spit out his drink to the side. "What makes you think that?"

"Let me guess, you recently broke up with your ex-boyfriend because he was convinced you did something you didn't do and you've had an especially hard time trying to prove your innocence?"

Randy was shocked. "How…how did you know?"

"I'm a therapeutic doctor. I know these things," Sam smiled. She noticed the look on Randy's face. "Don't worry; I have absolutely nothing against homosexual people."

Randy relaxed. "That's a relief. I hope I didn't let you down on this date."

"Don't worry, it's fine. Do you want to talk about what happened?"

"Well it all started with…"


"Thank you for hearing me out, Sam," Randy thanked.

"It's absolutely no problem. I'm glad to help," Sam assured him.

"And again, I'm sorry I wasn't into the date," Randy apologized.

"Randy, it is fine, honey," Sam smiled.

Randy smiled back and gave her a hug. "Thank you so much."

Sam hugged back. "Anytime. If you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me."

She kissed him on the cheek and left for her car. "See you later, Randy," she said.

"See you, Sam," Randy replied as he watched her take off. Randy was in an amazing mood. Talking to Sam really cleared his head. He was one-hundred percent determined to get John Felix Anthony Cena back, and nothing was going to stop him, not even that worm Chris Jericho.


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