His Voices in My Head
Recap:
As Randy drove, he could only think of John. Only because of John had Randy started seeing these opportunities to mingle with the fans like Axxess as a good thing. Before, he rarely did, and John convinced him to try it for once. He did, and he could definitely admit he liked it. Plus, his face turn last year helped that too.
Randy sighed as he noticed that where Chris had designated to meet him was vastly approaching. He took a deep breath and stopped his rental car in the parking lot a fancy-looking hotel.
He could only hope he wouldn't be doing something he'd regret later.
"Hello, Randy, glad you could make it."
Shit, he was already regretting it.
Now back to the story: "His Voices in My Head" Chapter 21
"Thanks for coming, Randy, I didn't expect you would come," Jericho sneered with sheer sarcasm laced around the last part. Randy rolled his eyes and plopped down on the nearest couch he could find and looked up at Jericho with an emotionless expression.
"What is it you called me here for, Jericho?" Randy said.
"Well, I need you to do something for me at Axxess today."
"I think we covered that…"
"Don't interrupt me," Jericho spat, clinching up his tie up to his neck more supportively, striking Randy's nerves for an unbeknownst reason.
Randy waved his hand to insist Jericho continue, albeit reluctantly.
"You'll be delivering a speech today, Orton."
Randy's eyes squinted. "A speech? A motherfucking speech?"
"Yes...now listen closely..."
Saying that there were a lot of people at SummerSlam Axxess was a crazy understatement.
Randy walked to where he was designated to go, through a long and dark hallway. It was barely lit, and the only thing remotely bright was the shine on his World Heavyweight Championship belt.
Suddenly, someone grabbed a hold of his wrist.
"The fuck-?"
Soft lips had attached themselves to Randy's, resulting in a passionate kiss. Randy grabbed the assailant by the hips and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Due to human constrictions, they had to separate from each other, despite being out of breath.
"John?"
"The Champ is here!" exclaimed John gallantly, a huge smile on his face.
Randy grinned back and hugged John tightly.
"I missed you, Randy…I really did…"
Randy's heart sank a few feet.
"John, I can't…not now…I can't-"
John didn't even have on a puppy dog face, but Randy was already falling for the unintentional ploy.
Randy slammed John against the nearest wall and shoved their lips together, causing John to moan in pleasure. The two men felt their respective arousals starting to stiffen and their kiss became more intense as a result.
The one sector of Randy's brain that hadn't been overtaken by emotion snapped him back into the real world and he softly separated from John. Though if it had continued, much more would have happened than some slight making out.
As if on cue, Randy's phone buzzed.
'You know what to do, Orton. You can bet I'll be watching your little speech. ' were the words texted to him from Chris Jericho.
Randy groaned slightly about the message and turned back to John. "I missed you too," Randy smiled his rare smile and kissed John on the forehead protectively.
Despite the extreme sappiness of what was happening, John leaned in and gave Randy one last hug and watched as Randy walked away. He knew it was better he didn't ask what Randy had been asked to do, but he still was a little suspicious of Jericho's motives.
Randy always found fanfares like this to be funny because he would come out to the "ring" in his normal clothes, rather than his wrestling gear. You could say he was used to running around in his wrestling trunks and boots.
"Please welcome your World Heavyweight Champion, 'the Viper' Randy Orton!"
Randy walked from behind the stage, his championship belt being tightly held to his rather muscular chest. He moved slitheringly towards the ring and did his trademark pose for the fans before getting down from the turnbuckles. He was given a microphone by one of the workmen and he leaned on the ring ropes as he began talking.
"It feels amazing to be here today in Los Angeles today," (the crowd cheered) "as we all know, I have a match tomorrow against Christian." (heavy boos, light cheers) Randy smirked slightly. "But that is not my main concern here tonight. There is a much bigger topic needed to be addressed."
Randy noticed several of the workmen look at him confused, he was sure they weren't expecting him to have something else other than his SummerSlam match to talk about.
"And that topic is Vincent Kennedy McMahon's bluntly corrupted way of running this company."
Half-shockingly, the crowd roared with cheers.
"For quite a while now, we've seen numerous qualified superstars be released or underused. And I'm sick of it."
Randy was surprised by how much he was actually enjoying this.
"People like me and John Cena get pushed down the fan's throats while much more deserving superstars are stuck in the mid card."
"…Now I can admit, being in the main event for so long has gotten to my head at several times. Yes, it's true, all of you smart marks are right. I'm solely responsible for Kofi Kingston being stuck in mid-card hell. But I've grown since then, and I apologize to Kofi now, and I will later."
John and Jo-Mo's eyes were glued to the monitor in their room backstage. Randy was outlandishly making a fool of the way WWE was being run.
And they loved it.
"Dude, your boyfriend's totally bagging on the company," Jo-Mo cheered.
John didn't reply, because he was way too deep in thought on Randy's motives.
The crowd was ecstatic with cheering throughout Randy's entire shoot. It was like an adrenaline rush to Randy; he actually felt he was doing something good. But he was still curious: Chris Jericho getting him to do this was a little weird.
John's phone rang. He picked it up without reading the caller ID and answered.
John: Hello?
Melina: Hi John. Do you see what Randy's doing?
John: Yeah, I do. Where are you?
Melina: At home. Me and some friends back home are watching you guys on TV.
John: Interesting. Well, I'm actually shocked at what he's doing!
Melina: What? You're not in on this?
John: Nope. No one is, actually.
Melina: So this is like what Punk pulled the other time…
John: No, that was pre-planned. I don't recall anyone talking about giving Randy free jurisdiction to make a shoot.
Melina: Well, I think it's completely outrageous.
Randy wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Just recently, WWE Diva Melina was released. It is truly a shame such a beautiful, graceful talent got released like that."
Melina giggled. "I've been a fan of Randy's speech since the beginning."
"Oh yeah, and just two weeks, I found Vince McMahon sleeping with-"
Randy's final statement was heard by little as his microphone was completely shut off. "Ahh, pulling a CM Punk on me, eh?" he exclaimed before angrily throwing the microphone to the ground and kicked it aside. He jumped on the turnbuckle and did his signature championship pose and exited the ring to a booming ORTON chant from the crowd.
Randy rarely did anything nice for anyone. Backstage, he was notorious for being an asshole, but since he started going out with John, he'd tried to change that image. And now he might be able to, for good.
For the first time ever, Randy actually thanked Chris Jericho.
TO BE CONTINUED.
A/N: More to come soon. Please review. Trying my best to improve my update schedule. Check out my update for Crushing on a Werewolf as well!