The following Monday rolled by quicker than Joe had expected. His worries turned once again at Jon. He had yet to tell their boss about the fetus that he was carrying. He was sure it was because he was embarrassed or because he just didn't feel like it. Either way, he needed to tell him before it was too late.
On the bus ride towards the stadium, he decided to ask about it. He leaned over to his strawberry blonde haired lover and whispered in his ear. "You're going to tell Vince tonight, right? You do know that he has you scheduled for a match."
Jon leaned close and whispered back. "Yeah of course I know that, man. Look, I'll take care of it." He reassured him, casually going back to listen to his Ipod and staring out the window. However, Joe was still unsure. He just sighed and leaned back in his seat, waiting for the bus to stop.
Once off the bus, the superstars headed into the building to get prepared for the show. Jon parted from Roman for a few minuted and looked around, not seeing Vince anywhere. "He's probably in the office getting everything set up for his promo. Oh well. I tried." He snickered and started heading towards the bathroom. He was starting to feel the need to vomit at that moment.
As he narrowly made it to the bathroom, he hit into a solid figure on the other side of the door. "What the fuck?!" He growled as he tried to push past whoever it was that was so rude to just stand there like an idiot.
Unfortunately for him, that person happened to be Randy Orton, and he was not happy. Shoving him back, he glared into his eyes. "Going somewhere?" He asked in a dangerous tone.
"Uh, yeah? To the bathroom?" Jon replied back and made an attempt to push him back, but failed. Randy forced his back against the wall and held him. "You have some nerve talking to me like that. And the way your boyfriend spoke to me. You're not going to get away with that. No one gets away with talking to me like that."
As he raised a fist, a familiar voice resounded. "Oh, Jon? Is that you?" It was Vince. Randy quickly pulled himself away from the other wrestler. The Ohioan took the opportunity to step out of the bathroom. "Yeah, what's up?" He said as he straightened his shirt.
"I was looking for you. You didn't give me a call back about the doctor report. I need that in order to allow you to compete.
Jon began to sweat. What was he going to tell him? He thought of the first thing that could come into his mind. "Ah yeah. Sorry about that. I had the report but I must have thrown it out. Um. They just said it was a stomach ulcer. They took care of it and told me I was good to go."
The boss looked at him with a somewhat questionable look. "Well alright. But I should have written consent from the doctor saying that-."
"Look, Vince my man." Jon gave Vince's shoulder a light pat. "Do we really have time for that? Look at me. I'm completely fine now. The show must go on, as they say."
The older man hummed in disapproval. "I'll have to let it slide just this once. But if you aren't capable of performing and you go out there, it's going to be over my head."
"I got it covered. Now go get the show started, huh?"
Vince shrugged it off and continued his way down the hall. Jon let out a short sigh and turned his attention back to Randy, who was rather peeved. "You got lucky, this time." After giving him another glare, he was also off to get ready.
Jon headed to the locker rooms and slipped the wrapping tape from his bag. Joe soon joined him and started getting his uniform on. "So you're really going to compete? I'm disappointed, Jon. Instead of talking to Vince about needing to not wrestle, you tell him you CAN."
The brunette didn't bother to look back at his lover. He knew he was right. But there was something inside his heart that still told him he couldn't stop wrestling yet. And he didn't want to give up the thing he loved the most that easily.
Quietly he mumbled an excuse. "It's not even that big yet. So it won't get hurt. Just relax."
Joe sighed and sat down on the bench. ". . .If you're sure."