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Chapter 14

After my match I walked slowly backstage to the locker room's area. I have a headache and my back is killing me. I got to remember not to do the FU on Big Show. But right now I can't worry about how much pain I'm in I need to talk to Mark.

"Well look who it is."

I heard a voice said from behind me. I didn't have to turn around to know who it is. "Randy you are the last people in this world that I want to talk to right now." I said as I slowly continued my walk.

"Oh what wrong Johnny are you in pain?." Randy said walking in front of me with that damn smirk in his face. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

"What would make me feel better is if you got on the first flight to hell. Now if you excuse me I have more important thing to do." I push passed him only to be stop again by him grabbing my arm. "Get your hand off of me Orton."

"Sorry." He said removing his hand. "So how's Hunter doing?"

"You asshole you know damn well how he's doing. He's drunk because of you."

"Whoa don't blame that on me."

"Don't blame it on you! Are you out of your fucking mind? You the one that kept giving him the damn drinks."

"Hunter is a big boy he should know his limit."

"That's the problem he doesn't know it. You of all people know when it comes to Hunter and alcohol he doesn't know when to stop."

"Oh I thought you changed that about him too." He said with his voice full of sarcasm.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean you changed everything else about him why not his little thing with alcohol."

"What! I haven't changed a thing about him. He's still the same Hunter."

"Yeah sure. Whatever man." He said as he turned and walked away.

"Oh yeah one more thing Randy." He stopped half way down the hall and turned to face me. "You stay the hell away from Torrie. Victoria and Lita."

"Make me Johnny." He said turning back around and walking away. Why do he have to act like a child all the time.

What does he mean I changed Hunter. I haven't change a thing about him. He's still the same guy. Isn't he? My thoughts were interrupted when I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Mark. "Shit Mark you scared me. For a big man you are lite on your feet."

"What did he want?" Mark said looking in the direction that Randy went.

"Nothing important."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah positive."

"What are you doing over here anyway? I thought your room was the other way."

"It is. I just want to come and talk to you."

"What's wrong?" He said leaning against the wall.

"Why do you think something is always wrong when I wanna talk to you? Have you ever thought maybe I like been in the presences of greatness?" I said with a smile. I know I'm laying is on pretty thick but I'm about to ask Mark to do something that I know he hates doing.

"You are full of it. What's wrong John." I could tell by his tone he wasn't in the mood.

"Okay look I know you have a match against Hunt tonight. And I know it will be a great match but could you go easy on him. I mean like hold back some of your punches."

"Why would I do that? What's going on? " He said folding his arms across his chest.

"Umm... well... when I got back to my locker room Hunt was there. He was getting ready for him match. He said something and I notice something was a little off about him."

"What his sick?"

"No not sick. More like drunk."

"What I'm sorry I don't think I heard you right. Did you say drunk?"

"Yeah."

"WHY THE FUCK WAS HE DRINKING BEFORE THE SHOW?" Mark yelled.

I swear when he yells the walls shakes. "Mark can you please keep your voice down. I don't need everyone on the whole arena knowing what's going on." I said looking down the hall to make sure no one was out here listening.

"How did it happen?" He said lowing his voice.

"I don't know. He went out to lunch with Randy..."

"Randy. As in Randy Orton?"

Why do people keep asking that? How many Randy's do they fucking know? "Yes Randy Orton."

"Why the hell did you let Hunter go anywhere with him?"

"Hunter going to go where ever he wants to go. I don't give him permission to leave." Mark is the second person that ask me that. I'm starting to think there's more to Randy then I know.

"So just because he decided to go out and get drunk I have to let him win the match." I could tell by the look in his eyes he was piss.

"No I don't want you to let him win. I mean just don't be so fast to get your moves in. He's not so drunk that he doesn't know what he's doing. He just a little slow and somewhat unfocused."

"Why don't you just ask Vince to cancel the match?"

"No I can't do that because Vince is going to want to know why."

"John I don't know about doing this."

"Come on Mark. It's just one match."

"I don't know."

I could tell he was going to give in any second I just need to add the finishing touch. "Please dad. Do this for me." I said giving him the best pout that I could.

"Oh don't you dare try that pouting thing on me. That only works for one person and that Torrie."

"Please dad." I said pushing my bottom lip out further.

"Okay fine I'll do it."

"Thank you so much." I said giving him a hug. I would have jump up and down with joy but I just stood in the middle of the hallway pouting. I don't think my dignity can handle that.

"John don't ask me to do this again. Because if Vince finds out what I going to do out there in the ring. He is going to want a explanation."

"Don't worry he's not going to find out. And I will never ever ask you to do this against."

"You better not."

"I won't I promises. I gotta go I need to get back to my locker room. Bye Mark." I said walking pass him.

"Wait hold on. Who taught how to pout like that?"

"Torrie."

"I should've know." He said with a laugh.

I opened the locker room to find Hunter holding Dave in a tight hug. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Please get him off me." Dave said trying to pull away but Hunter would let him go.

"I don't know Davey you two look kind of cute." The look on Dave's face was priceless. It was a mix between shock and anger. "So what mood swing is he on now?"

"Crying. He spilled some coffee, started crying and started going on and on about the time his dad sent him to summer camp. Now get him off of me my match is coming up."

"Okay, okay Hunt baby you need to let Dave go. He needs to get to his match."

"Okay." Hunter said I a soft voice letting Dave go and walking back over to his chair.

"I'll walk you to the door Dave."

"How is he going to compete tonight. He drink all the coffee and he's still not sober enough to go out there." Dave said as we reached the door.

"I'll get him some more coffee or something because he has to go out there. But I talk toMark and convinced him to go easy on Hunt. He said he would. He's going to hold back some of his punches."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"How did you do that? How did you make Mark...Undertaker bend to your will."

"I told you before. I'm John fucking Cena. I'm just good like that." I said with a laugh.

"You are such an ass." Dave laughed. " I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." He said opening the door. "Oh yeah John don't forget about the talk me and you need to have."

"We can talk about it after after I get Hunt back to the hotel room and in bed." I stop talking when I heard a familiar theme song playing. "Hey isn't that you theme I hear?"

"Oh shit I'm late." He yelled as he took off running down the hall.

"Be safe. Love ya." I yelled down the hall after him.

"Love ya too kid." He yelled back.

I was getting ready to closed the door when I heard Mitch yelling my name. "What's up Mitch."

"I just came to tell Hunter that the match before Hunter's has been cancel so his match is after Batista."

"Umm...okay I'll tell him."

"'Kay bye." Mitch said walking away.

So much for a quick shower and getting Hunt some more coffee before his match. I close the door and walked over to Hunter. "Hunt how are you feeling?"

"Great." He's speech was still slurred but not as bad as before.

"Are you ready for your match?"

"Yep. I was born ready." He said with a laugh.

"Come on let go." I grabbed a bottle of water and passed it to him as he stood up. "Are you sure you wanna go out there?"

"Yeah come on." He said opening the door and walking out.

Please don't let him or Mark get hurt. I don't care who wins the match just don't let anyone get injured.

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