PREVIEW OF CHAPTER 2: His head was spinning and he couldn't focus his vision. He finally got his sight back as he saw a sinister smile and dark eyes. "Get away from me... Randy where are you?" JoMo sighed in sadness. The next thing he knew, everything went black.

CHAPTER 1 PLOT: 2010 John Morrison in 2020, but is attacked by someone from his past who takes out his anger on him. Needless to say, it's all a trap, set up by none other than Vince McMahon.

Backstage at a Monday Night Raw taping after SummerSlam in Los Angeles, after his title defense against his once-upon-a-time best friend (who you will find out later on), John "JoMo" Morrison was leaving the locker room, but was being attacked by someone, someone he knew very well. He was attacked from behind and left with bruises on his body. He pulled out his phone and called Randy Orton. His closest friend. "Hello?" "R-Randy..." "JoMo!? Are you okay!?" Randy could hear the hurt in his friend's voice. "No... I just got attacked..." "By who?" "Michael." Ever since he left, him and Michael broke up. As a tag team and a couple. "Michael... Michael... oh... M-Mike? Mike Mizanin? Your ex-boyfriend who was pissed you left?" "Yes... Randy, I need to see you. Please... I'm so scared..." Usually, Mike was chill, but since the breakup, he's been very irritated. He never showed it much, only around John Cena, Randy Orton, and Dolph Ziggler. Together, they helped him heal, but that all changed once they switched brands. Mike and Cena went to Raw while Ziggler and Orton jumped on SmackDown. "OK. Meet me at my hotel. I'm in room 400, 4th Floor. I'll get you a keycard. Later." "Thanks." JoMo packed his things and left the arena as fast as he could. The second he got to the hotel and parked his car, his phone rang. It read "EX Michael." Reluctantly, he answered. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU WANT, YOU ASSHOLE!? YOU FUCKING ATTACKED ME AND DIDN'T CARE! GO TO HELL!" "Sounds like you enjoyed that beating. Like the other ones I gave you. Oh and just a reminder: I'm in Hell already because I'm causing it for you. Love you, you little slut bitch." John slammed his phone down and cried on the steering wheel. 'THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I'M GONNA KILL HIM!" He screamed through his tears. His phone rang again but this time, Randy's name came up. "I'm outside." "OK. The keycard is on the desk. Just walk up and get it." "OK." John hung up and walked to the desk where the keycard to Randy's room was. He had everything he needed as he made his way to Randy's room. He knocked and a voice was heard. "IT'S OPEN!" John opened the door and saw Randy right there in front of him, arms open. John dropped all his things and ran right into his arms, crying because of 2 reasons: 1. He hasn't seen Randy since he left Raw, and 2. He needed him. "You left me..." "I'm sorry, JoMo. What happened?" "He attacked me. I was blindsided. Randy, I was so scared!" JoMo cried harder on Randy's shoulder. "Shhhh JoMo... I'm here now. Go sit and I'll be right there." Randy walked to the door and found a distraught Morrison behind him soon as the door shut. The look on JoMo's face looked as if he was thinking because his eyes shifted from left to right. His glare intensified when his chocolate brown eyes found the icy blue ones of Randy. Morrison didn't think twice about what his next sentence. "Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me with him? He physically attacks me, day in and day out. He even forced me to be his servant for a month! Why, Randy, why?" Randy stood silent. Then, in a low whisper, he said something. "I never knew this was going on. We've been friends since high school. You and I promised to always tell each other everything. Why I left, though... is no secret. I left to protect myself from Hunter. Had I known this was happening to you, I would've stayed." JoMo couldn't believe Randy cared so much about him. "Answer this. It's an actual question, but it's a question." Morrison slowly leaned closer to Randy and kissed him. "If that was your question, let me respond." Randy pulled Morrison close to him and kissed him back only for Morrison to deepen it. They both fought for dominance, but Randy won. What happened next JoMo didn't expect. He allowed Randy to lie him down and be on top of him, making out together. Looks like I'm gonna sleep great tonight... JoMo thought.

The next morning, the L.A. sun woke JoMo up as he looked around. "Where the hell am I?" He said to himself quietly. Then, lying next to him was WWE Champion Randy Orton, sleeping. "Holy SHIT! Did I have sex with the WWE Champion last night?" To make sure, he looked at himself and he realized he had on no clothes. "DAMN! I can't believe I had sex with him!" The second he turned around, Randy started to wake up. "Hey JoMo. What time is it?" He yawned. "Did we...?" "I think we did..." "I feel a hangover." "So do I." They both stared and smiled. "Do you regret it?" Randy asked. "No. I needed it. And I think..." As JoMo climbed back into the bed and under the cover, he smiled. "...You helped me make two choices. One, I want to be in a relationship with you. And two... I'm going to be on SmackDown Friday." Randy turned a shade of pink/red. Then he smiled. "I can't tell you... how long I wanted to be with you, JoMo. Now, let me show you how long I will be with you." With that, the two started to have a repeat of last night. I love you, JoMo. Randy whispered into JoMo's ear. His arm holding the sleeping young brunette close to him. I always have and I always will... Nothing will stop me. Soon, they were both fast asleep, in the one thing they wanted the most right now, each other's arms.