Chapter Ten: The Never Before Heard 'Randy Caught In a Candid Photo on the Toilet' Story…and…A Close Encounter of the Boiler Room Kind

-Raw Fayetteville, NC 10:30 pm Eastern-

Mackenzie followed John as he led her through the white halls of the arena. She had already met several of John's Raw buddies and had even bumped into a very hyper Stephanie McMahon.

Earlier that night

Mackenzie was about to turn the corner when she heard her name being called. She turned her head toward the voice, "Stephanie? How's it going?"

"Oh, not bad," replied a bubbly Stephanie, "We're changing some things at the last minute, though-again."

"Oh," Mac gave a sympathetic look.

"But they're only small changes. Our biggest worry is the direction of the Kane/Lita angle."

"I figured that might cause some problems," Mac smiled.

"Hey Mac?" Stephanie's voice had a slight plea to it.

"Yah?" Mac tried not to hesitate.

"You wouldn't have any ideas, would you?" Stephanie really looked desperate at this point.

Mac tried not to look as distressed as she felt. She really didn't want to work tonight. In fact, she was supposed to be on her way to meet Matt Hardy, Amy Dumas, and John in catering and she was already late. However, she couldn't just ignore Stephanie's plight, could she?

Mac inhaled slowly, "Well…" She went on to describe a confrontation that could take place that night between Kane and Lita. It took an entire thirty minutes, but at nine forty-five, they had put something workable together. It was her idea that would be used later that night.

After helping out Steph, Mac sprinted for catering. She gave an apologetic look to John, Matt, and Lita, "Sorry I'm late. I ran into to Stephanie and she needed some help on one of the angles-actually," she turned to look at Lita, "It was on the one with you and Kane."

Lita looked interested, "Really? What did you two decide?"

"Oh, I'm not at liberty to say. Stephanie told me she wanted to be the one to brief you on it," Mac found herself giving another apologetic look. She hated keeping secrets involving the storylines. When someone found out she was on the creative team they always asked her what will happen next.

Some people were really understanding when she told them she couldn't say, but others were visibly disappointed. They didn't like being kept in the dark until the very last minute-especially when it came to sudden changes. However, it wasn't Mac's place to brief the superstars or the commentators-that privilege was left for her superiors, like Stephanie and Vince.

Amy just smiled, "Oh, alright. Is she going to meet me in my locker room then?" She then extended her hand toward Mac, "I'm Amy by the way."

"Oh," Mac gave a sheepish grin before returning her gesture, "I'm Mackenzie Moore, and Stephanie said she'd be there ten minutes before the main event."

Lita gave her a nod before turning toward Matt. He and John were having some sort of intense conversation-neither girl knew what the hell they were talking about, but the two men seemed to be pretty into it. Amy didn't like being ignored however, so in order to get her man's attention, she bit Matt on his shoulder-hard.

Matt was immediately jerked out of the conversation and his attention was focused solely on Amy, "What the Hell?" His tone was more like laughter than anger.

Amy turned her gaze toward Mackenzie, "Matt, this is Mackenzie-the girl you two have been ignoring for a good ten minutes."

John cut in, "Hey, we weren't ignoring anybody. If anyone was being ignored it was us. You two were off in your own little world, so me and Matt went off to ours. What's fair is fair."

Matt pointed to John, "Yah. What he said." He then flashed his North Carolina smile, "It's nice to meet you, Mackenzie. I'm Matt, but you probably already knew that."

Mac nodded her head, "Yes, but it's nice to meet you face to face."

"Likewise," agreed Matt before gesturing for her to sit down, "We got room for one more, and I do believe that seat was meant for you."

Mackenzie blushed slightly as she felt John take her hand and tug on it lightly, indicating for her to sit beside him. She did sit, and as soon as she did, the four of them starting talking. Before they knew it, time had crept up on them and it was time for Amy and Matt to leave and meet Stephanie. John decided that he and Mac should leave as well and go visit the guys in Evolution.

So now here they were. Mackenzie was following closely behind John trying to get to the Evolution locker room. "They're really some of the coolest guys you'll ever meet. They aren't anything like their gimmicks. You've got nothing to be nervous about-if you're nervous, that is."

"I'm fine," she lied.

John knew she was lying. He could feel the tension radiating from her like an earthquake. He chuckled as he stopped and turned toward her abruptly, purposely causing Mackenzie to crash into him. He used this opportunity to pull her into a hug. The embrace made her feel like mush. He was so warm, so strong, and he smelt so damn good…

She suddenly found herself staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. It dawned on her then-the enormity of it-the fact that this man was hers. She snapped out of it when she heard him laughing, "What?" she asked in a whisper.

"Nothing. You just zoned out on me." John bent toward her, "Where did you go?" Mackenzie never got to answer, because before she could even open her mouth, his lips were pressing against her own. He was kissing her, right there in the middle of the hallway. Mackenzie felt like she should push away. What if someone saw them?

However, the more he kissed her, the less she cared. After a good three minutes, Mackenzie had surrendered to all logic, "Fuck it," she said aloud before completely giving in. She started to return his kisses-matching his intensity and then some.

Neither of them knew for sure exactly how long they stood there making out in a mad frenzy, or whether or not anyone saw them, but eventually both came to their senses and pulled away. Mackenzie blushed when she saw the stunned look on John's face. She looked away, but before she could avert her eyes completely, John seized her chin and pulled her gaze back to him, "Don't even think about looking away…and fuck what?"

Mackenzie tried to sound authoritative, "Fuck you."

He looked into her brown orbs for many moments. It almost felt as if he were diving into her soul and reading her thoughts. He leaned forward and gave her a peck on the forehead, "C'mon, it's just around the corner, and be careful what you wish for."

Just as he had said, as soon as they turned the corner, there was a sign on the first door on the left that read: 'Evolution.' John snuck a glance at Mackenzie before knocking on the door. She looked so apprehensive-like a bunny rabbit caught in a corner-it was very sexy on her…

He shook his head and finally knocked. He couldn't allow himself to think that way or else his plans to move slowly may not go through. He needed to break the tension though. A lecherous smile crossed his face as he pulled her to him with a strong arm and grabbed her ass, causing Mackenzie to jump forward. At the same time, Randy Orton, who had been left in the locker room alone, was opening the door and to his surprise, a young brunette leapt right into his arms.

"Well, hello there," Randy looked down at the startled, crimson face.

"S-s-sorry. I-I uh…." Mackenzie was so embarrassed. She had never been so humiliated in her life-well, not recently. For some reason however, she wasn't mad. The way it all happened was playing through her mind, and before she could stop herself, she was laughing quietly, but uncontrollably.

John let out a sigh of relief, then allowed his laughter to flow as he pulled Mac gently away from the Legend Killer, "Sorry about that, Randy. That was my fault."

"Don't apologize. It was my pleasure," Randy chuckled. "How have you been, John?" He turned to look at Mackenzie, who was now trying to contain herself, "Who's the pretty girl?" Mackenzie blushed slightly from hearing someone like Randy Orton call her pretty.

John smiled lazily, "I've been really good lately, man," He paused and gestured toward Mac, "This is Mackenzie-and don't get any ideas. She's already got someone."

"Oh? And who's to say I can't steal her away?" Randy returned John's lazy smile. He and John always fucked around like this.

Mackenzie spoke up, having finally managed to control herself, "Sorry, but John's right." Mackenzie spoke as she smiled up at John then at Randy. She had no idea that it could be this easy to show other people. From the moment they started this thing, she had been afraid of having to be around other people when they were together. She didn't know if John would be ashamed of her or if people would look at them strangely. After all, here she was, this un-athletic, over weight nobody dating this astoundingly gorgeous, WWE superstar.

Randy looked down at her with his lady killer stare, "Well, that's what you say now…Why don't you two come in?"

Mackenzie came back to reality as they followed Randy into the room. It was spacious with a large black leather couch and matching love seat. It was exactly like it appeared on television every Monday night. Sleek and professional-fitting for the Evolution gimmick-Sleek, professional thugs.

Randy took a seat on the loveseat as John took one on the couch. Mackenzie was about to sit beside John when Randy pulled her beside him, "You're not really with that punk, are you?"

John stared at Randy maliciously. He trusted Randy a great deal, and knew he was just messing around, but part of him couldn't help but get a little riled. It wasn't jealousy-really-it wasn't. John just wanted his woman to sit by him, that's all. He wasn't jealous in the least, and to prove it, he was just going to play along.

Randy knew he was making John a little uncomfortable-and he loved it. He decided it would be fun to embarrass Mac's boyfriend a little bit, "So, Mac. Has Cena ever told you about any of the fun times we had in the OVW?"

Mac's eyes widened, as the blush faded from her face and curiosity took over, "No…he hasn't. Well, not a lot any way."

"Really? That's interesting, because he usually tells everyone about the time he took a candid picture of me on the toilet-"

"Yah, he told me that one," Mac giggled a little bit. "I guess you're lucky that those didn't make the internet like the ones with you in a hat, holding a towel, huh?"

Randy glared at John, "Yah, but he wasn't responsible for those pictures. I guess the ones of me on the toilet didn't make the internet because I chased John down, beat him up, and took the film. I burned it in a trash can that night."

"Smart move-"

"You didn't beat me up," John grunted from the couch. "You hit me with a chair."

This made Mackenzie laugh, "Early practice for your Evolution days?"

"Yah…something like that…" Randy stretched then leaned forward, "Anyway, John'll tell everyone about that toilet incident, but he won't say anything about the time he crawled into bed with what he thought to be a beautiful woman, but ended up being a very naked Dave Batista."

"Hey-nah-that didn't happen like that, and I wasn't the only one!" John tried to defend himself. "Randy did it first, and he didn't want to be the only one to get picked on for it, so he convinced the guys to get me too."

Randy looked over to Mac, obviously lying, "He's lying. I never did that…"

For the better part of an hour, the time passed like this. Randy trying to humiliate John in front of his woman and John countering. Even though the war was ongoing between the two, Mackenzie could tell they were both very good friends. She was actually shocked at how well the day was going.

Mac didn't get to meet the rest of Evolution, however, as they had all left early. Paul was around, but he was with Stephanie. Ric and Dave had headed out, and invited Randy along, but he had declined, knowing that John was coming by. He told the he would catch up later, and he figured he had best get going.

"It was good hanging out again, John," Randy then turned to Mac, "And it was nice to meet you. Are you sure you don't want to dump this loser and go out for a night on the town with a real man?"

Mackenzie blushed, "Yes, I'm quite sure."

Randy shrugged, "Alright, but there's no second chances," he chuckled. "Eh, I'm just fucking around. I'll see guys soon, right?"

"Probably. The brands seem like they're going to be touring around in the same direction for a while, so we'll probably bump into each other again," John nodded as he and Randy shook hands.

Randy pulled John into a friendly embrace, "She seems like a nice girl, John. You better not lose this one."

"I don't plan on it, man," John said before they pulled apart.

Randy now faced Mac with his arms spread apart, "It's your turn, Mackenzie. What do you say? Willing to give the Legend Killer a little thrill?"

Mackenzie rolled her eyes then looked at John for approval. He just shrugged, so Mac went ahead and gave Randy a hug. It was different from hugging John. Hugging Randy was friendly and good-natured, whereas hugging John made her feel light-headed and a bit dizzy. "It was good meeting you, Mac," he said in her ear, "Keep 'im outta trouble."

"Yah, right," Mac laughed as they ended the short embrace.

"See ya'll later," Randy said before picking up his bag and heading toward the exits.

Mackenzie looked at her watch, "I guess we should be getting a move on too, huh?"

John yawned, "Yah, probably."

Mac furrowed her brow, "If only I could remember where it is we parked. I don't even know what side of the building we came in-"

John cut her off by picking her up by her legs. Mackenzie was forced to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, lest she fall and break her tailbone. She was left dizzy in shock for minutes before realizing that they were moving. Mackenzie looked around to see darkness. They were still inside, but where at inside, she didn't know. It looked like a boiler room. In fact, she was willing to bet that it was a boiler room. She felt her back being leaned against something solid and cool-a wall.

"John…what are you doing?" Mackenzie asked a little nervously.

"Making up for lost time…" John mumbled against her mouth, kissing her softly.

Mackenzie felt her heart flutter, "John…we can't make out in boiler room."

"Why not?" he breathed against her neck.

Mac could feel herself getting extremely hot, and not in the literal sense, "Because Randy told me to keep you out of trouble." It was the best she could think of.

"Randy's an idiot. You don't have to listen to him…" he nibbled her ear.

"That's not the point," Mac could feel her resolve faltering as her mouth disobeyed her and kissed him urgently. Her hands began working against her will-reaching toward him. They went under his shirt of their own accord, touching his abs, his pecks, his shoulders. All the time, taking John so off guard that he was frozen stiff. He didn't trust himself to move.

Mackenzie soon realized that he wasn't returning any of what she was giving, and stopped abruptly, ashamed. "Sorry, I-"

John gave her a hard look, "Don't be sorry. I want to…I just…" he took a breath and let her stand before backing away, "I don't trust myself."

Mackenzie blinked, "You don't trust yourself?"

"I don't trust myself to not take you right here and now," John looked her in the eyes, revealing the lust that was there.

"Oh…" Mackenzie tried to keep from making her evasion of his eyes obvious. She decided to turn toward the sink that was hinged to the wall right beside her. She turned on the faucet and started washing her face. The water was chilly to the touch. She noticed a cup sitting on the upper right hand corner of the sink, and an idea popped into her head. She filled the cup with the extremely cold water, "John?"

John was trying to take deep breaths to make his arousal go away, but it wasn't working, "Yah?"

"C'mere. I think I found a solution to your problem," she said in a chipper tone of voice.

John, being curious as to what the hell she was talking about, did as she said. When he was beside her, he regarded her strangely. He didn't notice that her hands were behind her back suspiciously. All he noticed was a bare, empty sink, and he stated this observation in a confused tone, "It's a sink."

"Yes, but it's not the sink that's important-it's what's inside that counts," she said evilly before throwing the chilly contents of the cup she had behind her back right onto the crotch area of his shorts.

John's mouth dropped open in shock. If he thought it was hard to breath a few minutes ago, it was three times as hard now. When he was finally out of it and the cold had finally subsided, he glared at Mac, "That-was-not-cool."

"Oh contraire…" Mac stated, "I think it cooled you down just fine."

John's eyes filled with realization, then he smiled at her in disbelief, "You little she-devil."

Mackenzie laughed, and took off at a sprint toward the door. She knew he'd catch her eventually, but if she could delay it-she would. Amazingly, Mackenzie made it all the way out the exit doors and almost to the parking lot before John did catch her. When he did catch up, he heaved her over his shoulder and spanked her all the way to the car. Mac kicked and punched, but it didn't phase him, "Hey, you know you deserve it. I may not be able to have kids now because of you," John lectured.

"Is that such a bad thing? I mean, does the world really need any more little John Cena's running around?-I don't think so," Mackenzie teased.

John put her down once they got to the car, "That hurts, baby."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. What do you want me to do? Kiss it and make it better?"

John smirked as he leaned closer, "My thoughts exactly."

Mac rolled her eyes before giving him a peck on the forehead, "Better?"

"Mm hmm. But that's not where you threw the water…"

Mackenzie backed away with a gasp, "John Cena!!" she smacked him playfully on the arm. Mac didn't know she was good at flirting, "Not another word from you. You get in the car and shut up!" She turned away and got in on the driver's side, trying not to laugh.

John did as he was told, but once the car was started he let one word slip from his mouth, "Prude."

Hey guys, hope you liked this chapter. Sorry the update took so long. I got unavoidably detained. I'm thinking that the next few chapters will be a bit more dramatic, so I figured I'd give you a humorous one beforehand. Drop me a review please!

-Pammi