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Chapter 25: Let The Games Begin
After a week long of treacherous rehab, John is feeling a lot better physically and is hoping to return to the ring in a couple of months. It was Monday night again so Raw was going to be coming on in a couple of minutes. John was at his own home in Boston preparing to watch Raw. John was on the phone with Trish.
John: So you have a match tonight?
Trish: Yeah against Maryse. She's a part of that stupid Legacy nonsense with Orton and the other two.
John: Did Randy send her after you or something?
Trish: Probably. You know how much of a jackass he is. I'm not worried about it though. I can definitely take her.
John: I don't even know who she is but I'm sure you can beat her. (Trish sighs.)
Trish: I wish your amnesia would go away already.
John: Trust me, so do I. It's like I have no past. The only things I really remember are what people have told me. But I'm pretty sure it'll wear off. I mean, I am starting to remember a few things I couldn't before.
Trish: I hope so Johnny. There's things we did that are way too hot for you to forget about. (John smiles.)
John: Really? Like what?
Trish: Well if you don't remember, we'll just have to relive them.
John: I like the way you think. (They both laugh for a second before Trish takes a deep breathe.)
Trish: But seriously, I don't like seeing you like this John. It's only been a week since I've seen you but it feels like forever. I miss you. I wanna wake up tomorrow and have you call me saying you're coming back. (John feels bad because Trish is sad and he misses her too.)
John: I know Trish. I miss you too. But I'm working my ass off in rehab so hopefully I'll be back sooner than expected.
Trish: I hope so. I never realized this before, but being on the road like this is really lonely. Yeah I've traveled by myself before I even met you and I had no trouble. But now that there's someone in my life that I can't live without makes everything extremely hard. Work isn't the same without you. And the bed sure as Hell isn't the same.
John: It's gonna be fine Trish. I'll be back before you know it. If you get lonely just give me a call anytime. I'll always pick up. I love talking to you and hearing your voice. (Someone knocks on Trish's locker room door.)
Trish: Oh, hold on John. (She lowers the phone from her ear.)
Trish: Yeah?
Man: You're on in five. Let's go. (Trish sighs and rolls her eyes as she places the phone back to her ear.)
Trish: John, it was a producer. Look, I gotta go. My match is next. I'll talk to you later. Bye.
John: Bye. (They hang up and John sighs. He felt really bad because he wasn't able to be there with Trish. 10 minutes later, a huge smile is emanating from John's face as he watches Trish get her hand held in victory. She hit Maryse with a Stratus-Faction and won the match. Trish looks at the TV camera and blows a kiss, and John knows it was for him. Just as Trish goes to leave the ring, she is interrupted by the last person either of them wanted to see.)
"I hear voices in my head
They counsel me, they understand
They talk to me!"
John takes a deep breathe as he feels his heart begin to pick. Trish looks at the referee confused and he just shrugs. Randy walks out onto the stage with the WWE Championship draped over his shoulder with an evil, arrogant sneer. John feels so helpless. Here Randy was coming out to do God knows what to Trish, and he couldn't do a thing to stop it because he was 1,000 miles away injured. Randy waits for his music to subside before speaking on the mic.
Randy: Hey Trish. I didn't realize you were out here. Wait, wait. Yes I did. You just beat Maryse. (Randy shakes his head in disappointment as he starts to slowly walk down the ramp towards the ring. Trish looks around and notices Maryse standing on the outside of the ring. Trish was trapped. If she left the ring, Maryse would get her. If she stayed in the ring, Randy would get her.)
Randy: You do know that Maryse is my friend right Trish? She's part of Legacy. And Legacy, sticks together. (Randy slowly climbs up the stairs obviously trying to intimidate Trish.)
Randy: I told Maryse to come out here, and dismantle you. (Randy climbs through the ropes.)
Randy: But seeing how she didn't get the job done, I'll have to do it myself. (Before Trish can react, Maryse hits her from behind with a hard elbow. John's blood begins to boil. Randy looks down at Trish and shakes his head.)
Randy: Get her up Maryse. (Maryse bends to pick Trish up, but Trish hits her with a swift elbow and rolls out of the ring quickly, avoiding any physical altercations. Maryse goes to slide out of the ring after Trish but Randy stops her.)
Randy: Hey, let her go Maryse. I have an entire year to get her. It's not like Cena is gonna be back any time soon. (Randy starts chuckling cockily as Trish backs her way up the ramp holding the back of her head from where Maryse elbowed her. John places his left hand over his face from being so frustrated.)
John: Damn it! (John grunts out of anger. "Stupid fucking body. Hurry up and heal already." John takes a deep breathe to calm himself down. He looks back at the TV and Randy winks directly at the camera, obviously knowing John was watching and was just trying to get under his skin, something he was succeeding at. John found himself hating Orton even more than before. "When I get back to Raw, Randy better be nowhere to be found because I'm gonna tear him to shreds." Randy and Maryse climb out of the ring arrogantly and go backstage. A couple minutes later, John's cell phone rings and he answers it. The voice on the other end makes John's skin crawl.)
John: What the fuck do you want Orton?
Randy: I know you're watching Raw Cena. Doesn't the WWE Championship look good on me?
John: Listen to me you son of a bitch. When I return...
Randy: You mean if you return Cena. I kicked you as hard as I could and knocked your ass into an early retirement. Live with the fact that you joined numerous other has-beens. You said you always looked up to guys like Hogan, HBK, and Foley right? Well now you're in the same category as them. Useless, washed up, pathetic pieces of shit that got their ass handed to them by me; The Viper, Randy fucking Orton.
John: Say what you want now, but in 6 months when I return, you're not gonna be saying anything when you're the one knocked out cold. (John hears Randy laughing cockily on the other end of the phone and wishes he could punch him square in the mouth.)
Randy: You think I'm scared of you Cena? I'm not. Look where I am, and look where you're at. I'm the WWE Champion, I'm the king of the mountain. While you on the other hand, is at home sitting on your ass in pain. Pain, inflicted by me. You're the least of my worries Cena. You're not on my level. And to think I used to consider you a friend. (John rolls his eyes.)
John: I was never you're friend Orton.
Randy: That's obvious because friends wouldn't sleep with another friend's ex-girlfriend. Speaking of that, did you see that bitch Trish a couple of minutes ago? She's scared shitless of me.
John: I'm telling you Orton, if you do anything to her...
Randy: You're gonna kick my ass. Blah, blah, blah. I'm not afraid of you. You're all talk. If you're so big and bad, why won't you show up to Raw next week and do something? (John stays quiet knowing that no matter how bad he wanted to, he couldn't because he was in no physical shape to do so.)
Randy: That's right. You can't. You're too much of a pussy to show up and do anything. So you just sit there on your couch, and shut the fuck up. I've had more than enough of you're smart mouth. You're making it hard for me to contain my anger. Since you're not here, I'll have to go for the next best thing; you're precious little whore. (John knows exactly who Randy was talking about.)
Randy: I fucked her up already with ease. I won't hesitate doing it again.
John: Stay away from her Orton.
Randy: Did you see her face? She was uglier than usual. I loved how bad her face looked. Maybe I'll do it again. (Randy laughs proudly.)
Randy: It's funny because you had a couple of days to try and get your revenge on me for that tramp, but yet you didn't. You're more of a coward than she is. You know what else is funny? The fact that I'm outside of her locker room right now. (John's heart skips a beat. He knows that Randy could easily go in Trish's locker room and do whatever he wanted to.)
John: I'm not fucking around with you Orton.
Randy: Save the threats Cena. I'm not worried about you... Did you know that she leaves her locker room door unlocked? What kind of stupid broad is she? Let's see what she's up to.
John: Leave her alone you son of a bitch. (Randy turns the knob on Trish's locker room door and looks in. Trish's eyes shoot open as she covers herself from Randy.)
Trish: Randy! What the fuck! Get out! (The rage in John shoots sky high. Randy starts laughing again and closes the door, leaving Trish in her locker room. Randy starts walking down the hallway.)
Randy: Aww. Did you hear that John? She screamed my name. Did she ever scream yours? I doubt it. You have nothing on me. I bet if I went back in there I could get her to scream it again.
John: You sick fuck. If you try anything...
Randy: Don't worry about it Cena. I wouldn't touch that dirty slut if my life depended on it. I will admit that she has a pretty nice rack though. You should tell her she really needs to start locking doors. She's lucky it was me and not somebody else. Anybody else would have capitalized on her vulnerability. But not me. I wouldn't want any broad that you had. You disgust me to the point I feel physically sick. I can't even believe there was a time I wanted to screw her. God, I must have been blind, deaf and dumb.
John: Shut the fuck up or...
Randy: Or what? Or you're gonna curse at me some more? Face it Cena. You're a sorry excuse for a man. You're sitting on a fucking couch threatening me over the phone. A real man would show up, and do something about it. So no, I won't shut the fuck up. You take you're own advise, shove a dick down your throat like the bitch you are and shut the fuck up. (Randy hangs up on John and John throws his phone across the room sending it sailing into the wall out of anger.)
John: I don't know who the Hell he thinks he is. Wait til I get my hands on him.
After Raw is off the air, John and Trish are on the phone and John is pissed. Trish has been trying to get him to calm down for the past 5 minutes.
John: I don't care Trish. When I get my hands on his scrawny little neck, he's gonna wish he never fucked with me. You should have heard what he was saying to me.
Trish: I know the kinds of things he says. It's Randy. You know how he is.
John: Yeah, he's a prick. Just thinking about him gets my blood boiling. I don't know who he thinks he is walking into your locker room like that. He needs his fucking teeth knocked down his throat.
Trish: John, just calm down. Randy is trying to get in your head. That's what he does. He plays mind games. Just ignore him and let your actions speak louder when you return.
John: I don't know. (Trish sighs and knows the one thing that would make him feel better.)
Trish: Guess what? I just got done talking with Steph, and I have a couple days off around Christmas. You know what that means right? I'm coming to see you. (All at once, the anger and hatred for Randy fades and happiness replaces it.)
John: Seriously?
Trish: I'm serious. I'm dying to see you. (John was excited.)
John: I'm dying to see you too. It's been too long.
Trish: It definitely has. I can't wait. I want you to meet my family Johnny.
John: You do?
Trish: Yeah. Why? Is that a problem?
John: What? No, no. It's cool. I just... I didn't know we were that serious. You know, all I really remember is from the hospital til now. (Trish sighs.)
Trish: I know you don't remember John. I wish you did. It's kind of frustrating having to start all over again with you. But it's not your fault. If you don't wanna meet my family then you don't have to. (John can hear the disappointment starting to grow in her voice.)
John: No, I would be honored to meet them. I just... well you know. Amnesia and everything makes my mind blurry. But I'll meet them if it means that much to you. I have no problem with it.
Trish: You're the best Johnny. Don't worry though. My family is completely cool. I told them about you and they wanted to meet you. It was actually my mom's idea.
John: Your mom? Oh man. (Trish laughs a bit.)
Trish: No, it's cool Johnny. My mom is real chill, don't worry about her. It's my dad you have to worry about. But he's a complete softy once you get to know him. And speaking of getting to know someone, you should really meet my nephew Danny. He's your biggest fan.
John: Is he? I thought you were. (John laughs.)
Trish: Well, yeah of course I am...
John: Nope, it's too late. My feelings are hurt. And to think I was your biggest fan. That's it. Now I'm gonna jump ship and become Lita's biggest fan. (Trish giggles.)
Trish: Fine, be that way. I'm gonna be Batista's fan then.
John: My competition? Damn Trish.
Trish: Well, Lita is my competition.
John: That is true. Okay, fine. I'll join Team Fox.
Trish: Ewww. Why?
John: I don't know. She's the first person to come to mind.
Trish: Ok. You have Alicia, and I'll join the Zack Pack.
John: Zack Ryder? Not a bad choice. Kids got potential.
Trish: Exactly. That's why he's my new favorite superstar.
John: Well, Fox is fierce. That's why she's my favorite diva.
Trish: Fine.
John: Fine. (After a second of silence, they both start laughing. They were only kidding.)
John: What if they don't like me?
Trish: Are you serious? John, they're gonna love you. Trust me.
John: And your dad will too? (Trish sucks in between her teeth unsure.)
Trish: I hope so. I mean, they watch WWE, so they see you on TV all the time. My dad is pretty harsh though. He'll probably give you a bit of a hard time, but he's nothing to worry about.
John: Oh man. Now you got me worrying. I know how fathers can be with their daughters.
Trish: John, I'm a grown woman. My dad needs to realize that. I tell him all the time. I'll make sure he doesn't give you any grief.
John: Well since you put it that way, I look forward to it. I bet we're gonna have an awesome time.
Trish: Hell yeah we will.
END OF CHAPTER 25