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I listened, but I couldn't hear my attacker, and it was too dark to tell if he was still there. In a last ditch effort, I closed my eyes and pretended to pass out, hoping it would entice him to come close again.

I heard someone coming near, then I felt a hand touch my chest. I grabbed it and pulled as hard as I could. The attacker hurtled over me and hit the wall, crumpling to the floor in a heap. I sprang to my feet just as I heard Slater's voice shout from the hallway, "Cena? Cena, where the hell are you?"

My attacker wasn't going anywhere, so I rushed back to the door and ran out into the hallway just as Slater and The Nexus were walking past. They stopped, and Slater opened his mouth to argue with me, but I spoke out first, shouting, "You've got to come help me!"

"What? What's the matter with you, Cena," Slater countered, but I pointed at the door and explained quickly, "I was almost attacked by the same guy who got Randy in the shoulder! I knocked him out and I need you guys to go in there and hang onto him so I can get McMahon!"

The Nexus stared at me like I had gone off the deep end. I heard Wade's voice shout from behind me, "Oi, Cena!"

I whirled around and called to him, "Wade! Wade, come here!"

Wade was making his way toward me, and I noticed that Randy and Bob were right behind him. I felt a rush of relief when I saw the concern on Randy's face.

At least somebody would listen to me.

"Johnny, what's the look of panic for?" Bob asked when they came near.

I explained to Wade, Bob and Randy, "I was just attacked by the same hooded guy who got Randy a few weeks ago! I trapped him in this room!"

I turned around and pointed to the door that I came from, realizing at that moment that it had a handwritten label taped on it that said: GIRL'S LOCKER ROOM-RESERVED.

Slater mentioned almost as soon as I realized it, "You trapped a guy in a part of the girl's locker room?"

"Well, I mean, he dragged me in there, and it was dark, so I didn't know...but he's in there! We have to go in there and get him before he wakes up!"

"Wakes up?" Bob asked, but I was already rushing back through the door.

"Hold on, Cena," Wade warned, but I had already gone back into the room and hit the lights.

I pointed before looking as I said, "He's right here, he's right-"

Once I laid eyes on the attacker, I was stunned speechless.

It wasn't the attacker lying unconscious on the floor. It was Nikki Bella.

Bob and Wade rushed to help her, while The Nexus gathered off to one side to gawk at my huge mistake. Randy folded his arms and stayed near the doorway, possibly to keep anyone else from coming in. I didn't dare look at him, because I was about to have a complete meltdown.

"Oh my God, Cena! You totally bashed a chick!" Slater retorted loudly.

I shook my head violently, saying determinedly, "No, it wasn't Nikki who attacked me! My attacker was hooded and he was a man because he definitely had a beard!"

Otunga immediately narrowed his eyes with suspicion and asked, "I thought you said it was dark? How did you know the attacker had a beard?"

I glanced at Randy. He was analyzing me with his eyes, trying to determine what was happening without saying it out loud and rousing The Nexus, and his gaze became more intense once I locked eyes with him.

He was just as curious as Otunga to know the answer to the question.

I completely lied, saying, "I reached out to grab him and I felt a beard."

"What if it was just hair? Nikki has long hair," McGillicutty pointed out, further damaging my credibility.

"It was a beard, okay? It was on his face! I don't know why Nikki's on the floor, but the attacker was real and he was after me!" I demanded.

Otunga put out his arms in a sarcastic gesture and replied, "Wait a minute, wait a minute. I think I know what happened here."

With a wry smile, he explained snidely, "Cena and Nikki were probably in here with the lights out doin' the dirty, when things got too rough, and now Cena's crying wolf so we all think it was just an accident."

The Nexus laughed out loud.

Their humor was short lived.

Randy rushed forward and speared Otunga in the stomach, then picked him up and launched him into the opposite wall.

For a moment, everyone was stunned, then The Nexus started for Randy.

Wade shouted from the other side of the room, "Nexus, stop!"

They did as he ordered. Randy started pummeling Otunga with his fists, and Bob rushed past me to stop him, shouting, "Randy, Randy, get off of him, son!"

Bob tried to get his arms around Randy to pull him off of Otunga, but Randy shoved his father aside and continued to pummel Otunga. The Nexus was eager to tackle Randy, but remained where they were since Wade had not told them to move yet. Bob turned to look at me with desperation in his eyes, and I knew what he wanted me to do.

I ran up to Randy and caught him on his left side, shoving him backward in an attempt to get him off of Otunga. Randy was both surprised and infuriated by my attempt to stop him, and purely on instinct, he grabbed me by my jeans and twisted so that I lost my footing, then he shoved me as hard as he could into a dozen stacks of chairs against the far wall.

Colliding with the chairs wasn't so bad, but like a domino effect, they all started tumbling down around me, hitting me in random places as I put my arms up to block them. One chair's metal leg managed to catch me in the back of my neck, right where my scar was. It sent a shock of pain through my upper body, and I cried out just as the last of the chairs hit the ground.

"Johnny? Johnny, are you alright?" Bob frantically tried to get to me.

"Nexus, ge' John out of there!" Wade ordered.

They moved to get through the mess of chairs to help me, although less enthusiastically. I held my neck and looked up at Randy with agitation. He was looking back at me with an expression like he had just done the worst thing in his life. I glanced at Wade as well, but he was just smiling arrogantly.

:-:

I did get to see McMahon, but it wasn't for the reason that I was hoping for.

McMahon reserved an empty meeting room in the arena for Randy, Nikki, Otunga and I to sit and plead our cases to him. I had an ice pack on my neck, Nikki had one on the back of her head where she had hit the wall, and Otunga had one on his stomach where Randy had speared him. Randy didn't need an ice pack, but it was obvious from his expression that he was extremely conflicted.

McMahon centered on me first. I explained what had happened, not including the part where I had mistaken the attacker for Randy and kissed him, and when I finished, McMahon turned to Nikki and asked, "Now, would you like to tell me why you were reaching out to John Cena in a pitch black room?"

Nikki sighed and explained, "I came in through the door on the other side of the locker room. I was just going to get my jacket, and I didn't bother to turn the lights on because I knew exactly where it was. When I reached for it, though, I realized it wasn't there, so I was going over to turn the lights on when I thought I heard someone whisper that they needed help. I stopped and I heard someone breathing, so I reached down to feel where the sound was coming from. I seriously thought it might be one of the girls talking in their sleep, and I didn't want to turn the lights on and scare them awake."

McMahon nodded that he accepted Nikki's story, then he asked, "Did you hear anyone going past you on your way to John? Where there any sounds that someone else was in the room?"

Nikki shook her head, and I felt a drop in the pit of my stomach. She replied simply, "I didn't hear or see a thing."

McMahon nodded once more, then he told me, "John, this doesn't look good. You were in the girl's locker room and you knocked out a Diva. I could suspend you indefinitely."

Randy's eyes widened and he sat up straight, ready to object, but Nikki spoke first, saying, "I don't think that John purposefully hurt me, and I don't want to file any complaints against him. I think this was just a misunderstanding, Mr. McMahon."

I added with a nod to Nikki, "I'm very sorry for hurting you, Nikki. Extremely, completely, utterly sorry. It was a misunderstanding and it will never happen again."

"Thank you, John," Nikki smiled.

McMahon sighed and replied, "Well, if there are no charges being filed, and considering your spotless record, John, I will reconsider suspension and instead place you on probation. Since you are officially Wade's assistant at the moment, I'll talk to him about negotiating the terms of probation and work it out with you as well."

"Understood," I stated.

Then McMahon turned his attention to Randy and asked, "So, why the hell did you rush David into a concrete wall?"

Randy burst out angrily, "He was being disrespectful to Cena and Nikki and I could not stand there and let him insult them like a punk-ass bitch!"

Otunga glared at Randy, but Randy folded his arms and stood his ground.

I knew that he had rushed Otunga primarily to defend me.

Nikki became confused, asking, "What did David say about me, Randy?"

Randy looked at her, and his confidence faltered slightly. None of us had realized that Otunga had made his comment while Nikki was still unconscious. McMahon motioned to Randy and asked, "Well, what did David say that deserved a wall crushing spine-buster?"

Sighing heavily, Randy explained hesitantly, "Otunga was saying that Nikki and Cena were...having sex in the locker room in the dark...and they got too rough and that's why Nikki was out and Cena was making up some attacker story."

Nikki stood up and launched her ice pack into Otunga, slamming him right where it counts.

Otunga let out a loud and painful groan and doubled over onto the floor, holding his crotch in addition to his already damaged stomach. Nikki stormed over to him and started kicking his backside, shouting, "You disgusting, stupid, bastard!"

"Ow! Ow! Get her off! Get her off!" Otunga pleaded desperately.

I had to put my hand over my mouth so I didn't bust out laughing. McMahon carefully took Nikki around the waist and pulled her away from Otunga. Nikki pulled out of his grip and walked over to Randy, grabbing either side of his face as she planted a huge, wet kiss right on his lips.

My eyes almost busted out of their sockets. Apparently, seeing a gorgeous Diva giving Randy a thank-you-with-a-little-tongue kiss was a huge turn on for me.

She let go of him and said sweetly, "Thank you for defending me, Randy."

Then Nikki shot Otunga one last look of death before she walked out of the room. McMahon looked down at Otunga with mild interest as he said to us, "I suppose you're all free to go."

I looked at Randy, who looked back at me with a stunned expression. I could see that Nikki had left her mark, in the form of her lipstick smeared all over Randy's lips and chin. I made the motion for him to wipe his mouth, and Randy reached up to try and wipe off the smear, which only made it worse.

What a damn night.

:-:

The legends were all boarding a bus to catch their flights home that night. Randy and I said our good-byes to his dad and the other legends, then Randy stayed behind to get his dad settled while I went back to the hotel to check in for the night. I knew that Wade would be wondering where I was, but I took my time wandering around alone before I went to find his room.

As soon as he opened the door to let me in, he asked, "Well?"

I put my arms out and joked, "The results are in: I'm not pregnant!"

Wade didn't laugh.

"I meant is Otunga going to be alrigh'?" Wade stated.

Oh. Excuse me. I thought you were wondering about me.

"He'll be fine. He won't be able to jerk off for a few days, but oh well, it'll give his hand a rest, too," I refused to be serious.

Wade sighed with frustration and went back to sorting his suitcase, which was on one of two beds. I glanced at them and asked, "Why did you get double beds?"

"In light of what's happened, I've told Mr. McMahon tha' you would be safer staying the night with me, in my hotel room," Wade said simply.

Waddafuck? Playback, please.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked, but Wade made no mention that he was joking in any way.

I shook my head and stated, "No, no, I am not, I repeat, NOT staying here with you!"

Wade turned to me and responded calmly, "You have no choice, Cena. Mr. McMahon has confirmed it's part of your probation until further notice."

"I didn't agree to this! It's not happening!" I shouted.

"It's not yours to agree with, Cena! You are my assistant an' you are under watch, so therefore, I am your watcher until your probation ends at Survivor Series!" Wade countered.

I opened my mouth to argue, but there was a furious knock at the door, followed by pounding as Randy's voice bellowed from the other side, "Wade, you let me the fuck in right now or I'll bust this fucking door down!"

With an apathetic sigh, Wade said, "I was hoping Third Place wouldn't discover your probation terms for a while longer."

He wandered over to the door and waited until Randy stopped pounding on it before Wade said through it, "You'll have to stay calm and restrain yourself, O, or I'll make certain tha' Cena doesn't spend another night with you for a long, long time."

The other side of the door went quiet, and Randy didn't pound on it again. Wade slowly opened the door, and Randy cautiously made his way inside, coming to stand next to me. Wade closed and locked the door, then put his arms out like he was greeting old friends, saying, "Aren't we a happy trio, then?"

Fuck you, Fuck-nuggets.

"I want to speak to Cena alone," Randy stated.

With a slight frown, Wade explained firmly, "This is my hotel room, which means I can be anywhere I like in here."

Randy took me by the shoulder and led me to the bathroom. Wade shouted a British profanity at us as Randy slammed the bathroom door and locked it, then he went to the bathtub and turned the shower on to drown out our voices.

Then Randy focused all his intent on me.

He put his hands on either side of my face and focused his eyes with mine, asking intently, "How badly did I hurt you today?"

I answered honestly, "It wasn't bad. One of the chairs hit my neck and it's a little stiff, but I'm fine, really."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Randy closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine.

The steam coming up from the bathtub was making the moment more heated and intense than it would've been on its own. I leaned in and matched my lips to Randy's, and we held our kiss for over a minute before he let go and opened his eyes to look at me again, saying thickly, "What I did was completely wrong. I wasn't thinking."

I became more concerned about other things, saying, "That's not important right now. What is important is that I was attacked again, and I need to tell you what I didn't tell McMahon."

Randy went into full listening mode, asking, "What happened?"

"When he pulled me into the room, he pushed me against the wall like you had done earlier that day in the basement, so I thought it was you and I said your name out loud, then I kissed him."

"You what?" Randy's expression was a mix of surprise and anger.

"That's how I knew he had a beard. I don't know what he'll do with what I said, but he's probably decided that something is going on between us since I said your name before I kissed him," I explained.

Randy sighed heavily and said, "Alright, I guess there's nothing we can do about that. Anything else you're not telling me?"

I took on a suggestive look and Randy's eyes widened with renewed anger. His grip on my face tightened as he seethed at me, "What the hell have you not told me?"

I explained further, "Wade hasn't outright said it, but he's made suggestions that make me think he probably knows who the attacker is. I'd say the attacker might be working for him, or he might be a member of Nexus."

Randy's grip lessened and he remarked, "I thought that might be the case."

"Wade hasn't completely admitted to it, yet, so for now we just have to pretend that we don't know anything until he does," I said.

Randy gave me a hard look, but we were interrupted when Wade banged on the door, calling to us through it, "What are you two doin' in there? I don't wan' little swimmers spread all over the floor!"

Randy let go of me and I turned the shower off just before he opened the door. Wade stood there and eyed us both with a wry smile, as if he were imagining what we had been doing seconds earlier. I swallowed the upwelling of bile in my stomach from the thought of Wade fantasizing about me and said, "I'm going to bed."

"I'm staying here, too," Randy added.

"What?" Wade and I asked Randy at the same time.

Randy stated boldly, "Wade, you'll sleep in one bed, while I stay with John in the other bed. He'll be underneath the covers, I'll sleep on top. No comments, no jokes, just sleep."

Wade frowned and said, "You take all the fun out of the ride, Third Place."

Randy argued with a point of his own, "You could have seen the ride, W. B., but you went and fucked it up for yourself."

Taking on a wicked smile, Wade asked, "Wha' if I put the deal back on the table? You two fuck each other while I watch, an' Cena goes free; title stays yours? I'll even have Nexus capture your attacker an' stop 'im for good."

I countered angrily, "No fucking way, Wade! You already told me none of it matters anyway!"

"Wait, Cena," Randy lifted his hand to stop me.

I looked at him with surprise. Randy focused on Wade and stated, "Cena and I want a day to come up with the terms."

Wade became determined, stating, "You are under my terms."

"Then fuck you and your deal, Wade," Randy said.

Wade took a step closer to Randy and said darkly, "I'll bet your always on top, Orton. I say Cena fucks you."

"No, absolutely not. We are not doing this," I started.

"You free Cena before Survivor Series," Randy negotiated.

Wade turned his head to one side and remarked, "Tha' is going to cost you dearly."

"How much?" Randy asked.

"Randy, stop!" I shouted.

Wade leaned into Randy and stated without emotion, "You say my name right before you come."

"Fuck this! We are not doing this!" I yelled.

"Deal," Randy said, shaking Wade's hand.

I was completely stunned. Randy added before letting go of Wade's hand, "You watch and you say nothing. I don't want your damn mouth running the whole fucking time."

Wade chuckled and turned to walk back into the room. Randy turned around to face me and said thickly, "Come here."

I was still stunned, but I made my way over to him. He took my head in his hands again and said to me quietly, "We will do this for your freedom. We will do this to stop the attacks on you. We will do this to stop Wade once and for all."

"No, I can't, I won't," I shook my head.

"It's just the two of us in that room. Just the two of us. Imagine you and me. You...fucking...me. Imagine how much I'm going to enjoy it. Just us...Just us..." Randy tried to seduce me.

It wasn't helping. I didn't believe a damn word Wade said, and now he was supposedly going to throw everything he had against me away just to watch me fuck Randy? It sounded so unreasonable, I couldn't even fathom how Randy was actually believing all of this.

This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong.