Chapter 36
Hope you all had a great Christmas, and happy New Year to you all! Sorry it's been so long but I've had the tiniest bit of writer's block! Which is rare for me.
Major spoilers for this week's Raw BTW, for those who didnt see it yet!
Never mind, on with the show!
New Year's resolutions. Everyone made them. Whether they stuck to them was another matter entirely.
And that's just what Cody Rhodes was thinking when his fiance Ted DiBiase was once again yarning on about what 2012 should hold for them.
"Baby boy?"
Ted's sexy, syrupy drawl always broke Cody out of a daydream, especially when he called him that.
"Yeah?"
"So tell me, go on...what are yours?"
"My what?"
"Resolutions? You not been listening?"
"Teddy...sorry."
Ted just chuckled.
"I got lots," Cody said, fixing his forget-me-not blue eyes onto his beau.
"Let's hear them then."
Cody shuffled in his seat. They were en route to Memphis for the first Raw of 2012.
"Number one. Stop being a castrated little fag and man up."
Ted almost spun the hire car off the interstate in surprise.
"Cody?"
"Teddy, don't even go there, it's not up for discussion. I know what everyone thinks about me...prissy, faggy, queer who doesn't deserve his title and riding on his dad's name."
"Where did all this come from?"
"People talk," Cody said simply, "And I've been called 'castrated' by more than a few. Someone else said the reason your ass is so big is because my balls are in your trunks."
"And who might that have been?" Ted growled.
"No-one," Cody said quickly.
"Don't lie to me, Cody Runnels."
"Okay, it was Dustin."
"WHAT?"
"Not him, he showed me some of his DMs. There's a reason he's a total douche on Twitter...he gets so much hate mail about me. And you all wonder why I don't get one?"
Ted exhaled. Well this was news. He didn't know what surprised him more - that people had nothing better to do than rag on Cody about his personal life - or the fact that it bothered the Intercontinental Champion so much. Cody always seemed to Ted to be the last person to give two shits about what people thought of him.
"Mind you," he said, "I remember seeing some of the crazy shit that used to be posted on your Facebook."
"Exactly. So you are all gonna see a different Cody in 2012," Cody finished.
"Any more?" asked Ted, thinking it best to move the conversation on.
"Get a match with Dustin at Wrestlemania, and become World Heavyweight Champion before the summer?" Cody said, "I mean it Teddy, new year, new me. And new you. I am determined to get you to upper-mid-card at least."
"And how are you gonna do that?" asked Ted, "Hang on...when you and your Dad disappeared on Christmas Day for a bit...what was all that about?"
"That, Theodore," smirked Cody, "Is strictly between two Runnels."
He rested his hand on Ted's.
"WHat happened to big, tough, new Cody?" grinned Ted.
"Don't think you're getting out of it, Theodore!" Cody grinned back, "Nothing changes when it comes to you. I love you, remember?"
"Do you? I kinda forgot." smirked Ted.
"Yep," Cody said, bringing Ted's hand to his pouty lips and kissing it, "Even when I'm World Champion this year, my best trophy will still be my Teddy bear. Hope you like being engaged to a champion."
And didn't he know it...Cody couldn't take his eyes off the Southern blonde. Particularly that ass. Oh God, that ass.
"Coddles.." Ted began, about to tell Cody that duh, he'd been engage to a champ since the end of summer. But he knew better than to argue with his Coddles.
"Ted..shush. Just concentrate on the road." Cody said, still holding the blonde's hand obstinately, "And you are only removing that hand to shift a gear."
Now who was Ted to argue with that?
Ted and Cody had arrived at the arena. The air was still biting cold as they heaved their bags out of the boot of the maroon Mazda.
"Baby boy, let me," Ted said as Cody pulled his backpack on. Ted deftly buckled it across the front. Cody just smiled warmly. He wasn't going to stop expressing how he felt about Ted in public - on the contrary, he was going to do it a whole lot more.
"Love you," he whispered.
"Love you too baby boy," Ted said, pecking Cody on the lips.
"Enough to let me come to the DiBiase Posse?"
"Nope," grinned Ted, "You know you can't."
"Worth a try," Cody said.
"What? No big eyes, no whining...wow I like the new Coddles," Ted said.
"About that." Cody grinned.
"What?"
"That nickname."
"Coddles?"
"Yeah. That. I'm not sure I want to be called that anymore. Too prissy. What's wrong with my actual name?"
"Nothing, baby boy, it's just, we've all called you that."
"Nuh-uh." Cody shook his head, "Just you, Joshy, Lay, and maybe one of two others...I'm Cody, Codes or Codeman to the rest. What's wrong with that?"
"Codeman's just...too fratboyish," Ted said, "Besides, I like having cuddles with Coddles."
Wow. Ted had gone soft.
But Cody couldn't fight the big silly grin that was now forming on his face. His armour would always be cracked by Ted being soppy. He held his arms out and gave Ted a big hug...one of his patented warm, soft ones.
"Now shoo," he said, "Yeah that's right Teddy, I'm not 'trouble' anymore."
And there were the adorable air quotes again. Ted just chuckled.
"Oh can it. You always will be trouble to me, see ya at the briefing. Love you."
He kissed Cody once more before departing towards the parking lot, where a few people were starting to gather. Cody watched the blonde walk, his eyes immediately focussing on the big, juicy, bubble ass in those lounge pants Ted was wearing. He was hard. Just from looking at Ted's ass. In clothes. Four years this year they will have been together and still Cody got a hardon from just looking at the older blonde.
Cody just sighed and made his way inside. Well he got as far as the door before a little brunette man wearing an adorable purple hoodie and thin-rimmed, oblong glasses came out, a cigarette in his mouth.
"Hey Josh," Cody said.
The little man was snapped out of his daydream.
"Oh hey Coddles, happy new year!" Josh said, "Where's my hug then, bitch?"
Cody opened his arms and Josh fell into them. Josh pecked Cody's cheek before breaking the hug.
"How you doing?" he asked.
"Pretty cool, yourself?"
"Join me for a smoke?"
Cody just grinned and followed Josh back into the parking lot and onto the edge of a large flower planter.
Josh sparked two cigarettes and handed one to his best friend.
"Okay, what's eating you?" he asked.
Cody sighed. Josh never missed a beat.
"I've had a big think over the weekend," he said, "Was telling Teddy about my New Year's resolutions."
"Okay Coddles, let's hear them," Josh said, "Nobody I know takes them as seriously as you."
"Number one," Cody said, "You are all gonna see a new Cody. I snapped my off duty glasses and there is to be no more slumber nights with wine, and no more you all hating me at breakfast."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm sick of being called a castrated fembot," Cody said firmly, "I could be in line for a World title shot this year. And another thing Josh, can you stop calling me Coddles? What's wrong with my real name?"
Josh had noted that he;d been called 'Josh' instead of Cody's regular nickname for him 'Joshy' twice now.
"Nothing," he said, "I always liked calling you Coddles, just my nickname...well everyone's nickname."
"Makes me sound like a cuddly teddy bear or something," Cody said.
"Coddles...sorry..Cody, what's brought all this on?" asked Josh, "Not like you to give a fuck what people think?"
"Teddy was just as bad," Cody said, "I just want to change."
"Who's been bitching, come on, out with it!" Josh said, "I'm not stupid, Coddles."
"JOSH!"
"Sorry. Codeman better?"
"Just my real name would be nice."
"Okay...Codfish."
"Oh I've had enough of this." snapped Cody. He threw his half-smoked cig on the ground and stamped on it before storming inside.
Josh huffed with annoyance. Great way to start the first Raw of 2012...a Cody Rhodes tantrum. Even Ted hated dealing with those. Josh set on after his pissed-off friend. Cody found the locker room and slapped open the door.
"Oh hey Codeman, we're opening tonight!" grinned Daniel Bryan, the new World Champ.
"Hey Bry, are we? awesome!" smiled Cody, "See Josh, Bryan manages OK."
Daniel caught Josh's eye quizzically.
"I'm going to the bathroom," Cody said, padding over to one of the two toilet cubicles and locking the door.
Josh shook his head.
"What's with him?" asked Daniel.
"Oh God," sighed Josh, "He's going on about wanting to change himself. Nobody's allowed to call him Coddles anymore. Said something about being called a castrated fembot."
Bryan whistled
"Rosa, Slater or Gabriel?" he asked.
"Probably," Josh said, "It's weird...he's never given a fuck before now."
"Mind you, he's pretty much the star of Smackdown at the moment, maybe he's feeling a bit self-conscious," Bryan said.
"Yeah, that's true...but what I like about him is that big kid mentality...I live for his teasing!" Josh complained.
"He is a laugh...off screen," agreed Bryan, "Do you think him and Ted are OK?"
"Oi!" came Cody's voice, "I'm still here, mind your mouths."
"Wow, he didn't even call us bitches," Josh said.
"I was just going to say that," Bryan said, "Codeman, I'll see you in the ring. Laters Josh. You competing tonight?"
"Nope, just my usual 'guest at this time' with Ziggles," Josh said, "Easy one for me tonight. Laters."
"Laters."
The bearded vegan left the room, gold slung over his shoulder.
"Coddles, if you don't elaborate what's wrong, I mean it, this phone is going under that door and the whole WWE Universe will see you taking a dump."
"And if you don't shut up, the door is coming open," countered Cody.
"Coddles, please," Josh said.
"Josh. If you call me that once more I will not speak to you. Respect my wishes, please. You're my best friend, I'd have thought you of all people would understand."
"Is it so important to you?"
"Yeah. Damn right it is. My name is Cody. C. O. D. Y. Is it such an ugly name?"
"No, but we just call you that stuff in fun."
"How do you explain Codfish then?" asked Cody indignantly.
"That was one of Cena's," Josh explained, "You know what a goof he can be."
"I also know what a dirty old perv he can be," Cody said, "Josh, come in next to me...if he catches you alone here he might just bend you over a bench or something."
"Cody, he's not like that, anyway it was me that flirted with him and Randy that night," Josh said, "And plus...I don't need to go."
"Just come in next to me, know you're still here then," Cody said.
"Okay, if its what you want," Josh said, padding into the next cubicle and bolting the door. He felt a bit of a prat sitting ina toilet, especially if anyone came in...not to mention people would wonder what the hell he was up to!
"Cody," Josh said, "Who has been giving you shit?"
"Fans. Nobodies." Cody said, "Have you ever stopped and wondered why I don't get a Twitter, or why I gave up my Facebook account? Or why Dustin acts like he does on there?"
"Yeah but it's your business, baby," Josh said.
"No...Josh...please, only Teddy is allowed to call me that. If you must use a term of enderment, call me man like most guys do. Not baby or bitch or any of that gay shit."
"Wow, topping has really brought out your alpha male side," Josh snarked.
"Josh! Be serious."
"Wow...okay. So because some dickheads with too much time on their hands have been writing bitchy shit to your brother on a social networking site, you've decided to basically repress your personality?"
Cody was silent for a moment. He knew Josh was right. Teddy might have been the love of his life but he knew Josh would instantly see through him - was a mark of how well both men knew each other.
Josh unbolted the door and padded out.
"I'm gonna go for another smoke, you finishing up yet?"
"In a bit."
Josh began to change into his suit for tonight. He'd just picked a generic one for his small segment with Dolph. He decided to keep his glasses for now.
At that point the toilet flushed and Cody padded out. He gave Josh a small smile as he found his bag and began to strip off.
"You putting your ring gear on already?"
"Why not?" Cody said.
"Oh jesus Coddles, could have warned me you were commando under there!" Josh cried, averting his eyes hastily as Cody's flaccid cock came into view.
"Afraid you won't measure up?" Cody smirked.
"Cody, is that HAIR on your legs?" Josh asked.
"Yup, another resolution, stop being such an anal priss about shaving," the brunette said, "Teddy said he likes a bit of hair on his men."
"You're the only man he's ever slept with!" argued Josh.
"And the only man he ever WILL sleep with," Cody said, "Josh, seriously, all the time we've seen each other...how big are you?"
"Why do you want to know?" asked Josh.
"Just curious," the brunette shrugged.
"If I get hard, its your fault and you can explain to Mikey and Teddy," Josh said, unbuttoning his chinos and dropping them.
"Those briefs are hot," Cody commented.
"What happened to manly, jock Cody from five minutes ago?"
"Okay Joshy, I can't lie to you."
"That's better...Coddles."
Cody smiled again..the first one Josh felt was genuine since they'd bumped into each other today.
"Love you," Cody said, "Now get your cock out, bitch."
"Coming from any other dude on this roster, that would be creepy," Josh said, peeling his Aussiebums down.
Cody padded over.
"Fuck me...no wonder Mikey's so happy," he said, "Up close..you're my size."
"How many guys do you know that do this sorta gay shit and not fuck each other or get freaked out?" commented Josh.
"Not many," agreed Cody, "S'OK Joshy, you can put it away now...unless you want a sucking."
"CODDLES!"
Cody was snickering naughtily. Josh was so glad to see him behaving like the naughty scamp he was again.
The brunette pulled a tiny blue thong over himself before slipping his white trunks on.
"You in kneepads has grown on me," Josh said, "But I miss admiring your amazing legs...what did Teddy have to say about that?"
"He was happy...after all they are his property," Cody beamed, "So many people on wrestling forums and shit have said I look better for wearing them."
"But your long, Stacy Keibler legs were what made you unique," Josh said.
"Joshy, when you gonna start wearing shorts or tights that cover your ass?" countered Cody.
"Never," Josh said, "Unless it's Lay's purple pants."
"Does Mikey not get jealous?" asked Cody.
"Nope, anyway I've seen how many fanboys and fangirls want on his juicy ass," Josh said.
"It is pretty hot. Though he's got a lot of work to do before he even gets one half as bootylicious as Teddy's."
"You didn't just say that?" Josh said, cackling with laughter.
Mike came in at that point, fresh from his quick workout. He thought his baby might be in here gassing.
"Hey Coddles, happy new year," he said, "So what have I missed?"
"Don't ask," Josh said, padding backwards as Mike's arms gently closed around him.
"Mizzlekins," Cody said shortly, "A question. Do you object to people perving on DAT ass in the tiny shorts he wears?"
"Only if the pervs are Orton, Cena or any dirty old man," Mike said, "If they're hot, then they can look...at the end of that day, I'm hitting that, not them."
"Michael!" Josh said, quite shocked.
"You love it," Mike smirked, "Coddles, did you buy Teddy any bigger tights this holiday? His ass gets any bigger the ones he wears at the moment will get eaten!"
"Nope, the more can see that ass, the better," Cody grinned, "By the way Miz, have you not overdone it a bit on the old tanning?"
Mike flipped Cody off.
"He is right baby," Josh said.
"Oh back off you pair of queens," Mike said, "Is anyone in the stalls?"
"Oh not you and all," Josh said, "Do I give out laxative vapours or something?"
"That's a no?" Mike said, "Catch you in a bit then."
He padded over to the cubicles.
"Cig break?" asked Josh.
"Do a JoMo," Cody smirked.
"Oh so when its not you, it's OK to take voyeuristic snaps?" demanded Josh.
"JoMo snapped him on the crapper once before AND put it on Twitter!" Cody said.
"Yeah that's partly the reason for the huge beatdown I gave him on his final appearance!" Mike said, "That and for the whole Big Fat Mike thing."
"He should know better, he was a bit of a bitch really," Josh said, "And yeah that picture was hilarious...particularly because Mikey was regretting eating enchiladas."
"EWWWW!" Cody exclaimed as Josh chuckled mischeivously, "Joshy, you owe me a smoke for that!"
It was remarkable how much the brunette's demeanour had changed since his arrival. However he was still going to keep to his resolutions..or at least tone down his big kid-like tendencies.
Mike was backstage, fresh from his beatdown from Ronnie.
"Was pretty hard on you wasn't he?" said his former tag partner and returning superstar, Chris Jericho.
"No more than usual," Mike said.
"How are you and...is it Striker you're dating?"
"Josh Mathews."
"Sorry buddy. How you guys doing...been a while now hasn't it?"
"Almost a year...fuck me," Mike said, "Yeah it has! We've broken up twice though."
"Doesn't surprise me, you always were a big stubborn ass, Mizanin," chuckled Jericho.
"Oh shut up, fairy lights," Mike said.
"So what else have I missed?" asked Chris.
"Well Rhodes and DiBiase are still together," Mike said, "So are Orton and Cena, and Evvy's dating Alex now."
"Alex?"
"Riley," Mike said, "Keep up, old man!"
"Well I've been busy, OK?" countered Chris, "Can't believe Deebo and Codeman are still bumpin' uglies."
"Coddles will murder you for saying that, they're engaged!" Mike said.
"Wow," Chris said, "Actually from some of the shit I've seen on SES, is it true Mathews is wrestling now?"
"Yup," Mike said.
"So those weren't doctored...does that mean he really does wear Diva clothes?"
"Yep," Mike said again, "Pervs can't keep their eyes off him!"
Chris chuckled. His old buddy was always a possessive man. And stubborn as hell.
"Another thing, are Mathews and Codeman still the queen bitches of Smackdown?"
Mike facepalmed.
"Oh God yes, more's the pity!" he groaned. Chris laughed again.
"Those two made it like high school, especially with Layla!" he said.
"Chris, can I just ask you something?"
"Sure, fire away, man."
"Were you ever funny about your wife's past?"
"How do you mean?"
"Well one of the reasons Josh and I had problems is because I couldn't accept that he used to be a major slut."
"Oh fuck yeah, course...forgot about all that shit. Amazing when you're not on the road for a while."
"Was I being an asshole for getting pissed at him."
"Yeah, a stubborn one at that!" Chris grinned, "You can't change your past...I wish I didn't have such douchebag hair in my WWE debut but again, can't change that!"
Poor Matt Striker. He knew he should never have told his announcer colleague about his new squeeze.
Right now, here he was, cornered by a grinning Josh and Cody in the hotel bar.
"Well well well, someone's quite the player," Cody was saying, "Bet McGillicutty's happy about being thrown away for a pretty commentary boy."
"Come on Coddles, admit it, Korpela is much hotter," Josh was saying, "And amazing sex."
"How would you know...oh don't tell me..." groaned Matt.
"Pounded him through the mattress," Josh said proudly, "He takes it like an absolute champ."
"Screams as well, doesn't he?" put in Cody.
Matt was blushing.
"What's it to do with you two who I'm fucking anyway?" he spluttered.
"We just like to know," Josh said, "Come on Striker, you know the score around here, nothing gets past me or Coddles."
"Damn right," put in Cody, shuffling in next to Matt and smiling sweetly at him, "So, what is Korpela like in bed?"
Matt smiled in spite of himself. Jack was hot as fuck, and, as Mathews correctly stated, shit-hot sex.
"Best I've ever had," he said, "I make him squeal. Do you know he's managed to sign with FCW?"
"Really? Wow!" Josh said.
"Called up Hunter just before Christmas," Matt said, "And amazingly, he's been signed to developmental."
"Good for Jack," Cody said.
"And he doesn't wear kneepads, I've seen his gear," Matt grinned, "In a way, Runnels, I guess I have you to thank."
"And why is that, Mattie?" smirked Cody.
"He still follows the Dashing grooming tips religiously - never seen legs so smooth," Matt said, "He's so soft...oh fuck you Runnels, now I'm hard."
Cody chuckled.
"It's what he lives for, turning announcers into twinks," Josh quipped.
"You mean lowly, ANNOUNCERS like Booker?" smirked Matt.
"Hey Mattie...oh...hey Josh, hey..Cody."
To their surprise, Jack Korpela had sauntered over. Looking quite sexy in a fitted red button-down and skinny jeans.
"Hey Jack," Josh said, "How you doing?"
"Awesome thanks," Jack replied, crossing one leg over the other and snuggling close up to Matt. He'd certainly changed since they'd last seen him!
"We'll leave you alone then, I imagine those legs won't be crossed for long!" smirked Cody.
"Fuck you Runnels."
"Never bothered you before, Striker."
Matt flipped Cody off.
"Smoke time?" Josh asked.
"Hadn;t you better go suck up to Mikey?" hit back Cody.
"He's too busy being bullied into downing Coors with Hager, he's fine," Josh said, "As long as he doesn't try and mount him again."
"Would you?" asked Cody.
"Hell yes, those hips could do bad things to my ass," Josh said, "COddles, if you were single, and Swagger wasn't straight...would you?"
"I would climb onto that beefcake and ride until I'm sore," Cody said.
"Coddles, don't change. Please. Ever?"
"Seeing as you asked, Joshy, I might consider it."
They made their way into the smoking area.
"Seeing as its just us out here," Cody asked, "Jack Korpela...hot or not?"
"Why you even asking when I've smashed that ass into oblivion?" asked Josh.
"I mean the new twink that's sat with Striker, not the cute, quiet announcer," Cody said.
"Hell yes...Striker's a lucky bastard."
"Forgot how fun this was...Joshy...serious question...Ryder? Would you?"
"Cute guy, but no," Josh said, "Bet he talks too much during sex."
"Nice ass though," Cody said. "Okay, Alex?"
"Riley? Coddles..."
"Oh...course."
"Probably not a good idea to do this when Mikey and Teddy are inside," Josh said.
"Can't take the heat, bitch?" chuckled Cody.
"Oh can it. Or I'll mail Ted that photo."
"What photo...Joshy, I hate you."
"You love me really."
"No I don't - you're a dirty, bottom-feeding trashbag hoe."
"At least there's not a film of jizz all over my championship belt."
"JOSHY!"
And Josh began to erupt in peals of adorable giggles as his best friend wrestled him to the floor and began to tickle him mercilessly.
"Whoa...bad time?" said a voice. Dolph had come out to the smoking area, accompanied by Nikki Bella.
"Are you sure you two aren't fucking?" asked Nikki.
"Quite sure," Cody replied, "I could show the dollar sign on my ass if you want?"
"No...really...nice though it is, Codes," Nikki giggled.
"When the hell did you...fuck this is news to me!" Josh said.
"And you wonder why I got naked in the dressing room in front of you." Cody said.
"I don't even want to know what goes on in there!" Nikki said, raising her hand.
"Oh you don't. When those two are in the locker room, it's a no go area," grinned Dolph, "I got a whole load of respect for Deebo and Mike for putting up with them!"
"Hashtag bleachjob - get your roots done and shut up!" Cody hit back.
"Ouch..." chuckled Dolph, "So lets see the dollar sign then?"
"You can't, because there isn't one, but it shut you both up!" Cody grinned.
"Sorry about him," Josh said, "He's a little hyper tonight. Good match by the way Nikki."
"Could have been better, apparently we got more time than Bryan and Codes," she said.
"Yup," Cody put in.
Speaking of the devil, the World Champ appeared, diet coke in hand.
"No vegan beer?" asked Cody.
"Surprise surprise, no," Bryan said, "You less pouty tonight Codeman?"
"About that, sorry," Cody said sheepishly, "Is Teddy OK in there?"
"Er..." Bryan said.
Cody's eyes narrowed.
"He's yakking in the restrooms, was coming to find you actually Codeman," the WHC said.
Cody huffed and rolled his eyes.
Josh failed to stifle a giggle.
"His own fault," Cody scowled, "He keeps saying he will try and drink Stephen under the fucking table!"
"Dude, he's Irish! Impossible!" Bryan said.
I suppose you could call this filler but I think it was a little development, plus it's been a long time since I put anything up!
Hope you like it anyway xxx