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~ Chapter 12 – I Think We Might Have A Problem ~
"You didn't even give us a chance."
"I'm sorry, Wade. I really and truly am. I just … this thing with John … it feels more right, more logical to me," Randy answered, his heart truly hurting for what he was doing. People thought of him as cold and malicious, but he wasn't that at all. He did have feelings and he was feeling horrible for putting Wade through it all. "I'm sorry, but we're over. I just can't drag you along when I just don't feel that way for you anymore."
To that, the Englishman didn't say a word. Only then did he allow his true feelings to show, his dark green eyes glaring The Viper down in a heated stare. He was so angry, so unbelievably pissed off, he felt like he would punch a brick wall and not feel it. The blood was coursing so fiercely, the veins in his neck were bulging. Wade said absolutely nothing, though. He just stared at Randy, whose gaze dropped, looking both nervous and uncomfortable. He turned to leave after muttering another apology. Wade didn't stop him until he was at least halfway down the hallway, his words sending chills straight through Randy's body.
"It's not over," Wade said, his voice threatening and full of so much anger. "You hear me! IT'S NOT OVER UNTIL I SAY IT'S OVER!"
When it was time for a match to begin, Randy Orton was the most focused Superstar. There was nothing that would distract The Viper when it was time to walk out to the ring and do what he did best, but on that night, he was very much distracted. He could hear Wade's threat over and over again in his head, he could practically feel the heat radiating off of him as he slowly made his way down the ramp, the ring getting bigger and bigger as he got closer. No matter how far from The Corre's locker room, Randy still felt as though he could feel Wade's dark green eyes on him, watching his every move, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. And Randy knew that Wade Barrett was going to strike. It was only a matter of time before it actually happened. Keeping his eyes alert and as focused as possible, Randy climbed up the steels steps and stepped over the ropes, entering the squared circle.
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Humming to himself, John Cena made his way down the hallway, a pleasant smile plastered across his face. As he got closer and closer to his locker room – the locker room that he would be sharing with Randy – John couldn't help but feel like a teenager who was getting ready to ask someone out. And that was exactly what he was going to do, too. He had been thinking about it since about two in the afternoon, but it never felt like the right time to ask him. Now was the time, though. Looking back on how amazing and fun their day together had been, John soon realized that any time was the right time. When the familiar red, white, and blue label on the door indicated that Cena had finally reached his destination, John was getting ready to go into his locker room when his gaze landed on Jason, one of his best friends, who was halfway down the hall. Jason wasn't alone, though. Standing beside him was Drew McIntyre.
"Jason?"
Turning at the sound of his name being called, Jason turned and found the source. Upon seeing John, Cena's Canadian friend immediately smiled, his blue eyes lighting up at the sight of him. Grabbing the Scotsman's hand, Jason quickly pulled the man down the hallway until they got over to John, who was smiling amusingly back at them.
"How are you doing, man?" John asked his voice light and friendly.
"We've been great, John," Jason replied, the smile barely moving from his face. "It's been a while since we've last talked. How have you been doing? Anything happen?"
At that, John let a chuckle slip through his lips. A lot had happened since the last time John talked to his Canadian friend. He was falling in love with The Viper since the last time he talked with any of his Canadian friends … hopelessly falling with no chance of being saved.
"One or two things, but who is this?" John asked, taking the attention away from him and putting the spotlight on the Scotsman, who was standing awkwardly to the side.
"John, this is Drew McIntyre," Jason answered, pulling Drew closer to them, his smile widening even more. "He's my boyfriend."
John's eyebrows rose, looking from Drew to Jason before resting on Drew, who looked nervous as he waited for a reaction. Smiling, Cena extended and shook the Scotsman's hand. After giving him a slap on the shoulder, John turned to Jason.
"Well, I'm happy for you, man. You've never looked happier," John said then turned back to Drew. "Take care of his one, McIntyre. Don't hurt him or I'll be kicking your ass."
"John …" Jason whined.
Drew merely chuckled and shook his head, looking more relaxed and relieved now that John was cool with his and Jason's relationship. "Don't worry; Jason's save with me."
"Good. That's what I want to hear," John nodded his head in satisfaction and in acceptance.
Drew turned to Jason then, putting a hand on his bicep. "I need to go to my locker room and gather my belongings. Do you want to stay and talk to John for a while? I'll get the car and park it in front of the door so when you're finished, you can just come out and we'll leave."
"That sounds great. I need a few minutes to catch up," Jason smiled adoringly at his boyfriend.
"I'll see you in a bit then," Drew smiled and turned back to John, extending his hand once more. "John, it was great finally meeting you in person under these circumstances."
John laughed and clasped Drew's hand, giving it a firm shake. "It was great meeting you, too, man. Take care."
After a quick peck on the cheek and a wink directed to Jason, Drew continued down the hallway. John and Jason watched until he was out of sight before Cena turned to Jason and smiled at his friend.
"I'm glad to see that you're persistence finally paid off. He's definitely a keeper."
"Yeah, I know," The smile couldn't have been knocked off Jason's face, he looked so happy.
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Pacing back and forth in the middle of the ring, Randy waited, his heart thumping and thumping in his chest. He was scheduled to a match with Jack Swagger, but for some reason, the All American-American was taking a lot longer to come out than expected. The man's music was playing throughout the arena, but there was no sign of the Oklahoma native. Glancing over at the referee, Randy could feel his heart pounding just a bit harder when he looked just as confused about Jack's lack of appearance. Holding his breath, feeling as though he was in a horror movie, Orton slowly started looking around the arena, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as he looked over every surface, half expecting someone to jump out and get him.
"What the hell's going on?" Randy asked, looking at the referee, who merely shrugged his shoulders. "Where's Swagger?"
"I don't know, Orton. Just stay in your corner."
Sighing impatiently, Randy did what he was told, hoisting himself up on the top turnbuckle, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared down the ramp, his eyes resting on the stage before him.
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Opening the door to his locker room, John took a step back and motioned with his hand to the room, giving Jason a friendly smile. To be honest, John was very much looking forward to catching up with his friend. Adam was gone and Chris left to be with him, so that left only Jason. Sure, he could phone his other Canadian friends, but there was just something different about actually being there. With Jason there, maybe he would be able to help out with the situation much better. With another huge smile, Jason walked into the room, his blue eyes scanning over the surface.
"Are you sharing your locker room with someone or is this all of your stuff?" Jason wondered, asking out loud. His eyes were locked on an unidentified suitcase that was resting on a table in the far corner. The black suitcase was closed, but on top of the lid was a neatly folded stack of clothes that quickly sent up red flags for Jason. John did not fold clothes.
"Oh, uh … yeah, I'm sharing," John replied sheepishly. Just like before with Chris, John was worried about the response he would get when he told them that the man he was sharing the locker room with – as well as a hotel room – was none other than Randy Orton.
"Okay," Jason said, turning his attention back to his friend, his eyes narrowing some as he looked over John. "Are you going to tell me or are you going to make me go through the entire roster to figure it out?"
"I'll tell you. You just have to promise not to freak out until I explain."
"You're fucking Randy Orton, aren't you?"
"What!" John exclaimed, pretty surprised that Jason just came right out and said that. Before he could say anything else, though, Jason beat him to it again.
"Oh, thank God. You're not. That makes me feel so much better. I would have probably backslapped you if you were," Jason said, plopping down on the very couch where John had pinned Randy down on earlier.
The silence was the first thing that got Jason's attention. Staring at his younger friend, Jason slowly started to put the pieces together. He knew that he was spending a lot of time with Drew lately, but that had never stopped Cena from calling or texting him, asking what he was doing or just venting about something that was done earlier that day. Over the past week, Jason had received zero texts or calls from the man. That in itself was odd, but Drew was there, taking up his time and thoughts, so he hadn't really pondered over it much. Besides that, Jason had barely seen John over the week. Other than wrestling in the ring, that was the only time that the Canadian saw John. The lack of appearance and communication would make sense if Cena didn't want to be found … or if he knew that his friends wouldn't really encourage the relationship. Randy Orton was a pig. He would fuck anything and everything that moved if it ensured a title shot. The fact that John had even fallen for this guy's trick shocked and annoyed Jason. John was a lot smarter than that!
"Please, for the love of God, tell me you're not fucking Randy Orton," Jason finally said, his voice tight and controlled. "Please tell me that that suitcase over there does not believe to Orton."
"I wouldn't say we were fucking … completely," John said slowly, his eyes locked on the tiled floor below, feeling so completely bashful and nervous, like he was getting scolded by his father for something he did wrong.
"John, are you kidding me!" Jason freaked, jumping to his feet. "Do you have any idea who you are dealing with! That man doesn't give two shits about you! What the hell are you doing associating yourself with that man when you know he's only going to use you until he get what he wants!"
"Okay, you don't know the full story, Jason! Randy is not like that!" John started, immediately jumping to his lover's defense. "That's only a front! Randy is a great guy and an amazing person!"
"Yeah, he's an amazing person who hurts his fellow Superstars to excel to the top! John, I can't believe you've fallen for his tricks!" Jason racked a hand over his head impatiently, his astonishment only increasing when he saw that John was actually getting angry. "Do not give me that look, John! You know what he's done in the past! You know that he's not as sweet and kind as you may think he is!"
"Who in the fuck do you think you are! You don't even know him, not like I do!"
"God, can you even hear yourself?"
"All you are doing is jumping to conclusions, Jason," John replied, not caring about the anger in his voice. Jason was spouting off all of this shit when he didn't even know the facts. "You don't know what you are talking about."
"He's going to hurt you, John that much I do know. I think his ass is all your eyes are focused on right now."
"I think you need to leave, Jason," John said, walking over to the door, yanking it open. "I get that you don't trust Randy, but if you can't even trust me when I say that he's a good person then I just can't talk to you right now."
"John …"
"Leave."
Sighing, Jason shook his head and walked out of the locker room, barely getting his feet out the door when John slammed the door shut behind him, making the Canadian jump and spin around. Groaning to himself, Jason turned back around and made his way down the hallways, heading to the front where he knew Drew would be, sitting in a warm car, waiting for him. He couldn't believe that John was with Randy Orton. Of all people, why did it have to be The Viper, the man that crushed hearts just to make it to the big time? Jason was worried and angry at his friend – worried that he was going to get his heart broken and angry that he wasn't even listening to a thing anyone said about Orton.
After slamming the locker room door shut, John took his anger out on the locker that was closest to the door, pulling his first back and slamming it as hard as he could into the metal, feeling it sink around his fist. Who in the hell did Jason think he was? He was clueless to who Randy really was and refused to see him in any other light than the one he was currently under. Well, John thought as he grabbed the remote that was sitting on the coffee table before plopping back down on the couch, if Jason wasn't even going to consider the fact that Randy wasn't as bad as they all thought then he was then he wasn't going to associate himself with Jason at all, not until he pulled his head out of his ass and listened to what he had to say.
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"I'm tired of waiting, man, if he's not coming then fuck it."
Randy had jumped down from the top rope and walked the few feet over to the referee, who was talking into his earpiece that all referees were to have during a match. He had been talking quietly to someone backstage, trying to see what was going on, why Jack Swagger had yet to make it to the ring yet. There was nothing yet. No one had any idea why Swagger wasn't in the ring and they had absolutely no idea where he was at. Not only was Orton getting highly annoyed with the situation, but after dealing with Wade Barrett earlier, after hearing his eerie threat, Randy found himself getting more worried and anxious than anything else. All he wanted to do now was to be with John, where he knew was safe and warm. In John's arms, Randy knew that Wade couldn't hurt him.
Before anything could be said or done by the referee, the lights to the entire arena snapped off, an ominous thud sound vibrated all around the large space as darkness swept around them. The sounds of shrieks and screams from the unprepared audience made Randy's heart pound faster and harder as he felt his way over to the side of the ring, his thin fingers wrapping around the ropes. He could see nothing in front of him, not even his hand right before his eyes. What he did notice was the ring shaking some, indicating that someone just jumped inside. The referee suddenly yelped and, with more shaking, Randy felt the ropes jumping some, which meant that the referee was possibly thrown out of the ring.
For a few terrifying seconds, nothing happened after that. His ears strained to pick up on anything around the ring, blocking out the screams of the fans on the outside of the barricade. No matter how hard he concentrated, though, Randy couldn't pick up on anything. Whoever was in the ring was silent and very, very stealthy.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand shot out from behind him and jerked him down. Randy fell in the corner of the turnbuckle, the hand wrapped around his wrist tight, jerking him closer to the ropes. Whoever had a hold on Randy was outside of the ring was standing in that corner. Pulling Orton over even closer, the man grabbed the side of Randy's face and held him still long enough to whisper his message.
"You and I need to have a talk …"
