Thanks for the couple of reviews; I'm hoping they can keep me motivated! Enjoy chapter 26
I'd been looking for what felt like hours, but I still hadn't found Mike anywhere. Furthermore, no one seemed to have seen him anywhere in the last couple of hours. I was starting to worry. I was hoping to have a face-to-face chat with Mike, but this was looking increasingly unlikely. As a last resort, I pulled out my cell and scrolled down to Mike's number. But before I could hit 'call' I was tapped sharply on the shoulder. I turned quickly hoping to see Mike, but groaned when I came face-to-face with Randy.
'Yeah, I'm not that excited to see you either,' Randy said with a wry smile, 'but I've been told you're looking for Mike?'
'Yes, yes,' I said eagerly, 'where is he?'
'He's not here,' Randy answered bluntly, 'so stop running around like a headless chook looking for him!'
'Where is he then if he's not here?' I pressed, wondering why Randy seemed to annoyed, but not really caring in any case.
'At the hotel,' Randy replied firmly, 'Vince gave him the night off.'
I huffed in frustration at Mike's leave of absence, meaning it would have to wait until after the show until I could speak to him. 'Alright, fine,' I muttered, 'thanks Randall.'
'Don't call me that,' Randy said through gritted teeth.
'Oh, you'll get over it,' I replied with a smirk, enjoying taking some of my frustration out on Orton. Although, there was something gnawing at me in his regard. 'I thought you'd be really pissed at me. Well, more than normal.'
'Why? Because of Mike?' Randy questioned. 'Eh, I don't like getting involved in all that crap to be honest, plus you're all blokes, so it's just…' Randy paused looking for the right word, '…odd. No offence.'
'None taken,' I said quickly, realising Randy was trying hard not to come off as a dick.
'Plus,' Randy went on, 'if Mike has a thing for you, he should just tell you. Simple really.'
'I suppose,' I sighed, 'although looking back it was pretty obvious.'
'Look,' Randy said, looking rather uncomfortable, 'I just came to tell you Mike isn't here, not to be your love-life counsellor or anything, alright?'
I couldn't help but laugh. He was right, of all people to talk to about this mess, it certainly wasn't Orton. 'Yeah, yeah, talk to you later then,' I said with a parting smile as I went to prepare for my match. And I still hadn't seen Cena yet!
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'Impaler DDT by Fraser! 1-2-3! He's done it again King, Fraser retains his IC title and remains undefeated!'
I knew about halfway through my match with Wade Barrett that something was wrong. I'd landed awkwardly and hurt my hand landing after coming off the top rope. I grabbed my belt and quickly walked up the ramp, barely acknowledging the cheering crowd. I'd never broken my hand before, but it certainly felt like I might have on this occasion. The pain was unbearable as I pushed through the curtain, where the medics were waiting just on the other side.
'My hand, doc,' I muttered in noticeable pain, gesturing to my right hand. 'Fuck,' I screamed, not being able to withstand it any longer.
'That's definitely broken,' the doc said with a hint of sadness in his voice.
'What's going on?' the distinct voice of John Cena called from across the busy Circle Pit, 'Ben, are you alright?' he added, pushing his way over to me, a worried look on his face.
'Broken hand,' I said, my voice full of bitter disappointment. John draped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a half-hug, as I buried my face into his large shoulder.
'Fuck, I'm sorry,' John whispered in my ear, before turning his head to the doc. 'What needs to happen now?'
I was barely listening as he explained the surgery process, with all manner of thoughts crashing through my mind. How long would I be out for? What would happen to my belt? What would happen with John and me? I was about ready to explode as the doc iced my hand up, before realizing that someone was talking to me.
'Ben…Ben!' he said drawing me from my thoughts, as Triple H appeared in front of me. 'You and Cena, Vince's office, now!'
'Why?' John asked quickly, 'Ben's just broken his hand Hunter!'
'Vince is well aware of that,' Hunter replied with a smirk, one which made me want to knock him out, albeit with my now broken hand. 'Go.'
With a grumble, John and I slowly walked off towards Vince's office for the night, John's arm remaining around my shoulders as we went.
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Knock, knock.
'Come in,' Vince called from inside his office, as John and I pushed our way in, finally dropping his arm from around my shoulder.
I had hoped Vince may have looked even a little disappointed when he asked me about my hand, but on the contrary, he looked rather pleased. That hurt almost as much as my hand. Perhaps noticing my reaction to this, Vince quickly indicated for us to seat before speaking.
'OK,' he began, 'although it's never a good time for anyone to be injured, it does solve a dilemma I've had.' He waited for either of us to speak, but went on when neither of us did. 'Well, Ben, I've been trying to think of a way to get you to the main event, which would involve you losing the IC title. But I want you to keep your streak.'
'What?!' I blurted out, causing Vince to chuckle.
'You heard me,' Vince confirmed. 'So, now you're injured, that can be accomplished. You'll be out for at least 30 days I'd imagine, so you'll be stripped of the title. I'm hoping to keep you involved in the meantime, that's why you're here John. It's time.'
'Time for what?' I asked, feeling deliriously happy in comparison to just 5 minutes previous.
'Remember when you arrived Ben,' Vince explained, 'and I said that I had high hopes for you, and that we would use your sexuality to help the business?'
John turned to me in surprise at this question from Vince, but I knew what I was getting into at the time. 'Yes sir,' I acknowledged.
'Well, that time has arrived,' Vince said with a grin, 'and John, you're involved in this as well.'
It was my turn to look at John, but he was confused as I was. 'How so boss?' he asked, honestly having no clue what Vince meant.
'You've been known John to have made some questionable comments about gays before,' Vince said crudely, 'and that's going to form the basis of a feud between the two of you. You might not like it,' Vince went on, 'but it's happening.'
John and I sat in total shock. Vince had just thrown us the biggest possible curveball. John was being told to play a homophobe if I understood correctly. Not just that, but towards me! I looked at the man whom I was falling for and he was wearing an unreadable expression. Without so much as a glance in my direction, his eyes met Vince and nodded acceptance to my shock.
'Good,' Vince said, 'that'll be all. Surgery in the morning Fraser,' he added staring in my direction.
As I stood I noticed my legs had turned to jelly. I could barely walk. John hadn't moved from his seat, so I put my good hand on his shoulder and indicated for him to get up, which he did and followed me out of the room.
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'John,' I started as soon as the door to Vince's office closed behind, 'you don't have to do this. I don't want you to do this.'
'I don't want to either Ben,' John snapped, 'but I don't have a choice do I? What Vince says goes!'
I sighed and leaned against the wall as reality hit. 'Sorry babe,' John said, sidling over next to me, 'I didn't mean to get angry at you, I'm just worried about this whole thing. I don't get it, why is Vince doing this?'
In spite of everything I couldn't help but smile. 'You called me babe,' I told him, causing John to smile as well.
'It slipped out,' John said honestly, 'but it feels right.'
I suddenly felt an enormous rush of gratitude and lust for the man next to me as I jumped into a passionate kiss, pinning the older man to the wall. John responded, deepening the kiss and rubbing his hands up and down my back. I opened my mouth to allow John's tongue access which he happily took. I eventually ran out of breath and had to break the kiss, much to John's disappointment. I quickly gave him a peck on the lips to reassure him.
'We'll get through this babe.'
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