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John was unaware of Randy's internal conversation as he slept. He had stripped down to his boxers to be more comfortable after the walk. Randy woke up sometime later. He got up, seeing his cuff and John's collar. He moved to place the cuff on with the Daddy side facing out. He then headed for the downstairs room to see if John was still asleep. John was snoring lightly on his side. He grumbled and woke slightly when Randy walked in. "Hmmm?" Randy moved to sit John's collar on the nightstand of the side John was facing before he moved to climb into the bed behind him.
John grumbled in his sleep at the actions. "Sorry, Ran...sorry."
"What are you sorry for, Baby?" Randy whispered, wondering if John was talking in his sleep. "I know I worried you before but we worked it out. You don't need to give Brandon up." John didn't respond to Randy. He just mumbled sorry again and went back to sleep. Randy moved to drape his arm over John, trying to be careful of his back as he closed his own eyes, letting John sleep. If he was still sleeping then he needed it.
John didn't stir for a few hours. When he woke it was with a groan. "Ran?" He asked. "When did you come in?"
"A while ago...lost track of time." Randy replied honestly. He never fell back asleep but did allow his mind to drift faintly at times. John moved to sit up and saw his collar. He felt a lump in his throat as he moved to touch it. "Go ahead and put it on." Randy told him, moving to get up.
"Are you sure?" John checked as he held it.
"Yes...put it on." Randy repeated as he moved around to John's side of the bed. John slowly moved to put on the collar. Feeling the weight from it was comforting. Randy moved, grabbing the ring to pull John forward. He peered in John's eyes. There was a burning behind them. He leaned in to kiss John deeply. "We worked out an understanding. You don't need to give Brandon up." He told John while still holding him close by the collar. "Understand?"
Relief showed in John's eyes before he answered. "Yes."
Randy pecked John cheek before releasing the collar. "Now I want and sort of need you as a safeguard." Randy told him, moving to sit next to John on the bed taking his hand. "Brandon promised never to fully shut me out again. If I complain of losing periods of time...I need to to make sure I...get some of my medicine in me. Even if you burn some in a bowl and lock me or him in a room with it." Randy moved John's hand to kiss it. "Do you understand what I am saying? Am I asking too much of you?"
John shook his head slowly. "No...I can do that."
"Good then you can have us both." Randy smiled. "So are you hungry? You slept move of the day."
"You're not going to fuck me?" John asked in surprise after the kiss. Randy had not had him once.
Randy smirked, letting go of John's hand, moving it to his leg, sliding it inward. "Maybe I want to make sure you have your energy." He gave a light squeeze to John's inner thigh.
John parted his legs slightly. "Um...okay." His cock twitched in the shorts.
Randy smirked, standing up. "Grilled chicken okay?"
John gave the front of his shorts a quick squeeze. "Yeah...sounds good."
Randy moved from the room and headed for the kitchen to prepare a meal of grilled chicken and roasted vegetables. John had been so heated from the kiss but he tried to shake it off. He dressed and then joined Randy in the kitchen. Randy looked over at John. "Why am I guessing you had a different form of protien in mind?" He smirked. "Before you ask, you're walking with the sway of a third leg."
John's face flushed. "Sorry...just the way you grabbed me and kissed me I guess."
"It's fine, Baby...I only started to cook if you want to eat later I can put everything away." Randy told him. 'You're babying him again. Make him wait.' Randy closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.
John looked thoughtful but shook his head no. "No...you said we need to eat...I need to learn to wait. The sub at the club...Lee had to wait over a month to cum."
"Okay, Baby...he says you're a good boy." Randy commented, focusing back on the food.
John's dimples popped and face almost beamed at the praise. "Thanks...need help?"
"You can chop the vegetables if you want." Randy told him. John moved to do as Randy suggested. Before too long the food was ready and the guys sat down to eat. John smiled when he saw Randy wearing the cuff. "So, any interesting dreams?" Randy asked part way through the meal.
John looked up from his food. "Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering." Randy told him. "Even though you did start talking when I first came in."
John looked hesitant. "I...just had a dream I asked Brandon to come out...and he decided he wanted me all for himself like the basement...I felt guilty like I hurt you."
"You said Sorry, Ran." Randy told him.
"Yeah...I felt guilty...I guess from our talk." John explained.
"I'm sorry, Baby...it was wrong to put that on you...just glad it got worked out." Randy told him. John nodded with a smile. The meal ended and he offered to do the cleanup since Randy had cooked. "Okay, Baby...meet me in the Master bedroom when you're done." Randy instructed before he left to go up.
"Yes, Daddy." John agreed, moving a little faster.
Randy got to the room and stripped down before moving to the nightstand for some lube. He then moved to lay down and begin to slowly stroke himself. John walked into the room a short time later. He paused by the bed. His eyes took in the sight of the younger man stroking himself. Randy's eyes were closed with his head leaning back against the headboard and one knee raised. "What are you thinking about, Daddy?" John asked softly as he watched the sexy view.
"Oh, damn." Randy replied, opening his eyes. "Just getting ready to feel you around me." He panted before slowly letting go of himself.
John began to strip until he was in nothing but the collar. "Well, here I am."
Randy smiled, shifting to one side of the bed. "Lay down on your back." John gave a shaky breath but obeyed to climb on the bed and lay down. Randy rolled on his side toward John, taking his hand to take hold of John's cock with a faint squeeze. He then leaned over to flick his tongue over John's nipple.
John groaned as he was already hard. "Fuck, Daddy." Randy smirked as he stopped and moved between John's legs, resting them on his shoulders. He used a hand to tease his wet head between John's cheeks.
"Want me, Daddy? It's been weeks for you." John said thickly.
"You know I do, Baby...do you mind a little softer to start at least?" Randy asked as he slowly pushed in.
"No, Daddy...you're in charge." John reminded him. He groaned as he felt the familiar stretch.
"I know...just like to ask." Randy told John as he finished pushing in with a moan. He put a hand on each side of John, leaning down to kiss his chest. "Fuck...you're so bruised...but still look flawless to me."
"Sweet of you." John panted at the feelings. Randy and Brandon were so alike yet so different. Like two parts of a perfect whole.
"I mean it, Baby." Randy told John as he started to slowly roll his hips. Moans vibrated from his chest. "You feel good."
"I think a part of you enjoys seeing the bruises." John commented. He closed his eyes, giving a soft moan.
"I think I do...we do." Randy told John softly. "Is that wrong?" He braced his weight on one hand, moving the other to trace a few of the marks. "You enjoyed getting them didn't you?"
"It's not wrong...I did enjoy it." John's eyes were closed as he tilted his head to show his neck. "Suck me...mark my neck?"
"Oh, fuck, Baby." Randy panted with a lick of his lips. "Remove your collar to make it easier?" John reached to unfasten and remove his collar. His eyes opened. They were deep blue with desire. "That's good." Randy commented as he moved to kiss along the right side of John's neck. He took his free hand to almost pet John's head before he rested his lips against his neck, parting them more to cover the area to begin sucking on it with an almost hungry moan. The position caused him to not make full thrusts but maybe make them a little faster.
John's eyes almost rolled as he felt sexual tingles all the way to his feet. Randy's lips felt like fire on his neck. He gave a gasp then a deep moan. Randy moved to let his teeth scrape over the spot lightly at times. He loved that John currently could be so open in things he wanted and they could do. He knew in a few weeks they would go back to needing to be more reserved. John gave harsh pants at the feelings. "Fuck, Daddy. Fuck." Randy moved his hand from the bed quickly to John's shoulder to push him down, knowing John enjoyed feeling pinned and almost held captive. Heavy pants came from his nose as he was already feeling close.
"Fuck, so good." John said thickly. Randy brushed over his prostate just right and he gave a shudder.
Randy moved to keep his strokes short and the same angle to keep brushing over that spot. He stopped sucking on John's neck, tracing the mark with his tongue. "You like marking me...everyone can see I'm yours." John moaned as he felt the tension building.
"I do." Randy replied thickly. "Fuck, I feel close, Baby...you always feel so good."
"Kiss me?" John asked. He felt so close himself that he wondered if the kiss would push them over together. Randy moved to kiss John deeply. He moaned into the kiss as he felt so close it seemed almost maddening. John pushed his tongue into Randy's mouth to taste him deeply. He gave a shudder as he came, feeling the waves of near bliss. Feeling John's tongue and his body clamping around his manhood was what the younger man needed as he cried out against John's lips and he hit his peak, filling the older man. He broke the kiss, panting and stilling his movements.
"Damn, that was good, Baby." He panted for breath.
"Yeah...it was." John gasped between breaths. He looked up at the younger man. A deep bruise was forming on his neck. "I love you, Ran."
"Love you too, Johnny...you're amazing." Randy told John as he slowly pulled out and moved to lay next to him.
John smiled brightly and moved to lay his head on Randy's chest. "I know we've both been in some fucked up shit...but it worked out in the end. You do make me happy."
"That we have...we got through it though." Randy told John as he petted his head. The two men enjoyed the rest of the day together.
Time passed and it was the night for John and Randy's big return to the company. The men were in a shared dressing room, getting prepared for the big spot in the Royal Rumble. John tried not to be nervous from all the looks they had received from various co-workers.
"Well, at least no one has tried to knock me out yet." Randy commented as he was working his knee pads on.
"Yeah...I got my share of looks." John commented as he put on his own pads. He had swapped out his collar for the dog tags he always wore. A small pendant hung between the two tags.
"Well, I get to shake the fans up twice tonight." Randy laughed. "First my return to the ring...the second kissing you in the middle of it." He smirked.
John gave an intake of breath. "Fuck, it's like a fantasy...half the chicks will be pissed and the other half will cream their panties. Imagine the kids asking their parents about it."
Randy laughed. "Not my problem...Hunter liked it, Vince signed off on it."
John grinned and put on his hat. "Let's forget about the stress and just give it everything we got...like we have for years."
"Yep...just need to wait our cue at the end of the night." Randy told John, lacing up his boots. "Fuck, I almost feel like a rookie."
"Well, let me tell you, Rookie." John flirted. "You do a good job and you might get to sleep with the Face that Runs the Place tonight."
Randy snickered. "I might get a shot at AJ?"
John moved to hit Randy playfully. "Bite your tongue. He wishes."
Randy laughed. "Sorry, Baby...but you been out almost a year...not sure how much running of the place you are doing right now."
A little light faded from John's eyes and the teasing smirk changed to one of seriousness. It was a sore spot with him AJ seemed to be replacing him on Smackdown before he had been prepared to give it up. He gave a nod. "Yeah...you're right. Everything went to hell when I got shot."
Randy lowered his head with a sigh. "I am sorry, Baby...you know that. Hey, you're getting the win tonight...that slides you into a spot to regain the top seat."
John nodded. "Yeah...maybe in time I can reach the status again I once had."
"Hey, I doubt you dropped as much as you may think." Randy told him. "I'm the one that is mud...if not dog shit." He got up, moving to his bag, searching in it. He pulled out his vaporizer. "I'm going in the bathroom a few minutes. You need it first?"
John waved his hand. "Nah...go ahead. It's cool." Randy moved to kiss John's cheek before moving into the bathroom, shutting the door. He knew he told Brandon he wouldn't lock him away...but it was agreed this was a special case as they were unsure how people would react to him and last he needed was a meltdown because of some idiots. As John sat in the room there was a knock on the door.
John walked to check and opened up the door after the first knock. Dustin stood there, looking at him. He was in his Goldust gear but not the make-up. "Hey, Johnny...heard you were back."
"Hey...come on in." John stepped aside. "Yep...first night back."
Dustin walked in, looking around. "I take it you are one of the surprise entries."
John nodded. "Yeah...you here about Randy?"
Dustin looked a little shocked. "Well...um...just wondered about the rumors was all...I guess it was." He gave a nervous smile. "Glad to hear it."
"He's in the bathroom...let's just say Vince planned a shocker for tonight." John smiled.
"Well, just him walking out will shock people." Dustin admitted. "Um...can I wait?" Why did the larger man seem uncomfortable?
"Sure. Take a load off." John pointed to a bench nearby. He was just happy to have someone talking to him. Dustin moved to sit, folding his hands.
John waited on Randy. He looked at Dustin after a moment. "You okay, Man? You seem...nervous."
"Yeah...Guess I just wonder Randy's reaction to seeing me." Dustin admitted shortly before the door opened.
Randy walked out, looking at Dustin and bit his bottom lip briefly. "Hey, Man." He moved for his bag.
"Hey...came to see if it was true you were back." Dustin replied.
"Yeah...I'm back." Randy replied simply as he hid the vaporizer back in his bag.
"Good...good." Dustin replied trying not to fidget.
John looked between the two men. Tension was thick in the air. "Why do I have a feeling there is more to this than meets the eye?"
Randy looked at John. "I told you about us before...Plus the fact I think he was the little birdie that whispered to Hunter about my condition."
Dustin took a big swallow, feeling a lump. "You told him...that we...um…" He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, I told him." Randy replied, looking at Dustin. He turned, moving over toward him. "So did you? Are you the reason Hunter found out about Brandon?"
Dustin gulped again then nodded slowly. Randy huffed a faint breath. "At one time I would have wanted to deck you for that...but now I guess I owe you a thanks." Dustin lifted his head looking at Randy confused. "Hey if you hadn't told Hunter then I wouldn't have been offered my job back." Dustin gave a nervous smile.
"We appreciate your friendship." John spoke up. "Some have looked at us like we're dirt since we got here tonight."
"Yeah...a heads up...Dolph I think is on a warpath, but I don't know which of the two of you he is gunning for." Dustin told them. "Who know who else may take a full swing when you get out there that are either a supporter of his or Nikki."
"Just lovely." Randy replied sarcastically. "Just hope they don't fuck up the finish. I can handle a few bumps and bruises."
John sighed. "I expected as much but I hope they aren't too brutal. The Doc said I'm good to go but to watch my side the first few weeks back."
Dustin looked at John. "How bad are you?"
"Not too bad...I'm ring ready. Just saying if several of them forget to pull on purpose and I get thrown too much it could be an issue." John answered.
"I'll see if I can catch a few of the crew that are still around." Dustin told him. "You two are the wrap-up?"
"Yeah." Randy replied simply as he moved to sit down.
"Well, you know how it is...no one guy is given the whole run down. I knew a surprise entry was set to go to the finish but that was all." Dustin told him.
"Well, we welcome the help, Dust." Randy told him. "I can handle the blows if they come, but I do worry about John's side if too many try kidney shots. Just need to make sure neither of us get eliminated."
Dustin nodded. "Not that I don't trust you two...but you okay if I clear it with the booker?"
Randy pursed his lips, shaking his head. "Nope. I understand."
"Thanks." John echoed Randy. " You've been a big help, Man. Don't worry too much though. I'm a tough SOB. "
"Hey, times of AOP events are over." Dustin voiced out loud. "Somebody has an issue they should face you like a man and not hide behind the actions of the business."
John nodded. "You're right...I know some will be livid after the finish tonight."
"Why do I have a feeling I either will be glued to the monitor or covering my eyes." Dustin laughed.
John gave a chuckle. "Guess you'll see later."
Dustin got up, looking between the two guys. "Well, I guess I'll go start spreading my own word."
"Thanks again, Man." Randy told him.
"See you." John echoed. Once they were alone the older man walked over to Randy. "Be careful out there." His eyes looked slightly concerned.
"Hey, you too...we both got targets...to a point we both knew we would when we proposed this idea to Hunter all those months ago." Randy told John honestly. "Fuck, even just getting in a ring put a target on me."
John nodded. "Well, might as well do a practice run." He whispered, pulling Randy's head down for a kiss.
Randy chuckled after the kiss broke. "Sneaky, Baby...sneaky." John raised the dog tags and kissed the small pendant. It was made of steel and had a serpent wrapped around the outer edge. The word Baby was written on the back of it where only Randy would know. Randy smirked, grabbing John in for another kiss before moving to sit down. "I almost feel like a prisoner just sitting back here until we get our cue."
"Yeah...hopefully things will improve in time." John sighed. Time passed and it was time for the men to get ready to enter the Rumble.
"See you in about ten minutes...fight them the best you can until I get there." Randy told John. John nodded and took off. When his music hit, he heard the crowd going wild for his return. He was happy to hear more cheers than boos as he slid into the ring. He felt the familiar adrenaline rush take over as he began to fight with did not pull much in his blows but then again the Irishman rarely did anyway. He managed to toss Sheamus out after hitting him with an Attitude Adjustment.
Randy paced the room until he heard the entry before his. He had 90 seconds to get from the room to gorilla. Then he had to keep his nerves in check as he faced the WWE universe for the first time in over two years. John was wrestling Enzo when Randy's unique music hit. Several of the wrestlers actually paused a moment, a few glancing in John's direction. Randy came out, dashing for the ring. The crowd had mixed reactions. He even felt soda or something hit him as he flew by to hit the ring. Before he could even decide who to hit first he was hit with a spear by Roman that drove the wind from him.
John heard the sound from Randy when he was speared and gritted his teeth but did not interfere. Roman was known for his brutal spears so he had to tell himself it was not on purpose. He continued to wrestle Enzo and finally tossed the smaller man out of the ring. Randy got up an arm to his waist as he eyed Roman down as the big guy seemed more interested in gloating then trying to eliminate him. John suddenly felt someone grab him from behind. Before he knew what hit him Bray Wyatt was trying to put him in a Sister Abigail. He felt the kiss to his forehead before he went down. Randy eyed the field, getting backed to a corner. As Roman looked to be debating another attack the larger Samoan was caught by an even larger Big Show. They tussled until Roman was actually lifted and tossed out. Big Show shot Randy a look with a wink before focusing back on the other wrestlers.
The match wore on until the only two left were John and Randy. The crowd was going wild as the two men slowly eyed each other as if debating their next move. The fans waited for there to be a fight, even without details most knew Randy snapped and attacked John and Nikki in their home. The two men inched closer, making fans move more on the edge of their seats. Randy and John grabbed each other as if doing a collar and shoulder tie-up. They then leaned in, resting their foreheads together. "Go ahead, Baby. Take your moment." Randy told him. They then moved their hands to cup each other's face, pulling each other in for the deep kiss, letting it linger.
There was almost a moment of stunned silence from the crowd as the fans had no idea how to react as the two men kissed. It was one of those moments that no one dreamed would happen. John kept the kiss going as he slowly, almost lovingly led Randy to the edge of the ring and lifted him to toss him out. He threw the younger man a kiss and gave a wink. His music began to play and even the announcers seemed at a loss.
Randy landed and got up, looking back at the ring with mock shock,but then winked and headed for the back slowly. He moved through the backstage area and their private dressing room to wait for John. He couldn't wait to get to their suite and a long hot bath. His body felt beyond wiped. He reached the room, walking in. He froze, seeing Dolph sitting in a chair. "What do you want?" Randy asked.
"Well, I got eliminated before I could get my own licks in." Dolph replied as he stood up. "I can't believe they actually gave you your job back. Are they are crazy as you claimed to be?" He stepped closer.
"Hey, Man." Randy put his hands up in defeat. "I really was...in a way I am, but I am getting help for it. I can't change the past."
"Right...right...you lost your mind and tried to kill an innocent woman." Dolph scoffed. "Well, if you are still crazy I guess there is no reasoning with you." Dolph commented before he super kicked Randy right in the jaw, dropping the bigger man to his knees.
Randy was already seeing stars as he went to hold his jaw. He lifted his head to look towards Dolph with a darkening to his eyes. "You really shouldn't have done that." He said almost menacingly as he started to stand and stalk towards Dolph. Before he could grab the smaller man the door opened and the lights went out in the room. Randy couldn't see anything and just heard numerous pairs of boots.
Randy felt himself get knocked down again and rains of kicks. No one spoke besides Dolph, telling him how he was the one that shouldn't have done it. How he should have never come back. Randy tried to fight the best he could but it was a numbers game. Randy finally passed out when Dolph told them to scatter before John got back from his celebrating in the ring. Before the men could exit John walked into the room. He had expected to just find Randy but instead saw a huge crowd in the locker room. "What the hell?" He was cut off as he saw Randy lying on the ground. His eyes narrowed in rage. "What the fuck is going on here?" He roared.
Most of the crowd scattered as Dolph just stood there looking at him. "Just finishing some business." He told John almost smugly.
John slammed the door and blocked it before anyone could leave. He kicked on the lights. "You are all in a mess of shit. I'm sure Vince will love to hear about this." He said as he looked over the faces.
"Let them walk or you'll get the same treatment as your boy." Dolph told John. The looks on the other men's faces told John they weren't so sure about that.
John's jaw clenched in rage. "Go ahead and try it...Vince and Hunter have been pushing us for months for a big return. You've already hurt Randy...I promise I won't go down without a fight...and when I wake up I'm turning each and every one of you in...you know the rules about backstage fighting...this is an all out attack."
"Our beef was with him...not you." Bray actually was one of the men in the room. "I won't claim to understand why you did what you did...why you are now joining a man that tried to ruin you...and kill a woman." Randy coughed, almost scared to move as his head pounded and his ears were ringing.
"Beef is settled man to man...not a hoard of men ganging up on a man in the dark." John spat. "Randy was sick...had been for years. He knows what he did was wrong and he faced that...he's getting help. You had no right to do this and you're going to pay."
"Le-let them go, Johnny." Randy groaned. He went to try to push himself up but cringed, laying back down.
"I hope you're all proud...Vince had plans for us tomorrow and you've hurt him. I'm sure you'll all be hearing from him later." John spat. He moved. "Not get the FUCK out of here."
The bulk of the mob dispersed with Dolph leaving last. Randy coughed, closing his eyes. Some of the anger faded from John's eyes as he hurried to kneel by Randy's side. "How bad, Daddy?" He said softly.
"Bad...Medic." Randy whispered.
"Fuck." John moved to hurry from the room. He almost ran into Dustin coming down the hall. "Randy was attacked in our locker room. Will you stay with him until I get help?" John asked. There was slight panic in his tone.
"Damn... ." Dustin told him, moving to the locker room. He saw the shape of Randy and moved by him, just helping to keep him calm and not move.
John reached almost ran into Hunter as he raced down the hall. He glanced at the older man. "I came back from the match and my locker room was full of guys...they attacked Randy...he needs a medic."
"Damn it...knew we shouldn't have left either of you alone the first night." Hunter exclaimed. "Think a transport may be needed?" Hunter moved with John towards the trainer's room.
"I don't know. He couldn't even get up...There had to have been more than ten of them. Dolph threatened me but the others wanted to leave." John replied.
"Fuck...should have guessed he would be the orchestrator." Hunter told John. Reaching the room, Hunter called for one of medics to grab their gear and follow him. John tried to stay calm as he walked. He had no idea how bad Randy had been hurt. By the time they reached the room Randy had moved from how John left him to sitting up with Dustin helping to support his back. He could be heard wheezing for breath.
John kept back so the medic and Hunter could get closer. He wanted to kill Dolph so badly at the moment. Hunter wanted to ask questions but knew getting Randy medical attention came first. It may have worried Hunter slightly when Randy didn't protest being taken to the local hospital for a more thorough examination. He assured them he could stand and walk with some help. "Randy, you can barely breathe. Let's get a stretcher back here for you." Hunter insisted.
"I can...Walk that...short dis-distance." Randy told him, moving to stand but wobbled. Dustin quickly stood up to help steady him.
"Here...let me help." John moved to Randy's side. " Wrap your arms around my neck. "
Randy moved to carefully hold onto John. "Thanks." He mumbled with a groan. They got Randy to the hospital and checked out. He had a series of bruises, a couple cracked ribs, and a concussion. The attendant insisted Randy stay overnight for observation. Hunter went to Randy's room once he was moved.
John was sitting by Randy's bed when Hunter came in. He looked up at the older man. "I...don't understand...I've never seen anything like this all my time in the company. I realize there are some hard feelings...but to hurt him like this...these were our friends...some I saw as brothers."
"I'll...address them tomorrow, Baby." Randy told John. He looked at Hunter. "I know who the ring leader was." He put a hand to his side before coughing. "I think others were mis-mis informed."
"That may be true, Randy." Hunter replied. "John said he saw who they were...but it was after the fact...did you see any of your attackers?"
"Besides Dolph...not really. Honestly, I don't care...Th-though it did make me second guess my return." Randy told him.
"What do you mean you don't care?" Hunter looked confused.
"I want to address the roster during the production meeting...then have the subject dropped." Randy told him.
"You can't be serious!" Hunter exclaimed.
"No, Ran!" John sputtered. "They're not getting away with hurting you this way! It was an attack."
Randy smirked faintly at least the best he could. "Don't you think they will know they owe me...owe us? You saw them. I will flat out tell them I will only let that one shot slide. Once I heal though heaven help them if they try again."
"Randy, watch it." Hunter warned him. "And let your other side know as well...you can't always use him as a scapegoat."
Randy sighed. "I know...actually I am almost glad I was attacked."
"How the hell can you be glad?" Hunter asked.
"Um...because that other side almost attacked Dolph after he kicked him." Randy admitted.
"Fuck...he may have almost killed Dolph." John admitted.
"Exactly...So in an odd way I'm glad." Randy told him. "I sort of black out when Dolph kicked me in the jaw."
"Fuck...Okay...No charges…" Hunter heaved a sigh. "I still want a list of who you saw, John...I promise it won't hit the office for now."
John nodded. "I saw every last one of them. There were at least ten."
"I don't want to know." Randy told them.
"Fine I'll keep it between John and myself." Hunter told him. "Oh, since I know you can't sleep for a while you two may want to pass time checking social media." Hunter gave a laugh. "Well, see you two are the arena tomorrow afternoon." He got up heading for the door.