With Randy out with shoulder surgery this seems to be coming easier! I'm glad everyone seems to be enjoying this.. Hopefully I'll have another chapter later tonight, if in the week to come.. I'm learning to take my time to make the best of a story. BUT not forever, hopefully! lol I hope you like this one, I'm bringing in another hottie!

Chapter 7

"Dude, I can't leave the company for a minute before you go and get yourself into trouble. Were ya feelin' a little over worked?"

Randy laughed heartily at his long time friend, as he came bounding in his room grinning from ear to ear. "I wish that was the case." He answered as John plopped himself down in a chair next to him, "But, it's damn nice of you to FINALLY come and see me."

John's face fell slightly, like Randy's retort might've hurt, then he shrugged, "Yeah well, good ole Vince has me booked. So… how ya holdin' up?"

"I'm feelin' a hell of a lot better. The Doc says the arms are healing fine; I should have the casts off in another week or two. My back is what has everyone concerned. The swelling hasn't gone down and I'm still paralyzed from the waist down. "

John shook his head, "I still can't believe it went down the way it did, man. I hope you are sittin' here comin' up with a plan to get back at Hunter. Edge came back two weeks ago and he's already set his own plan into motion."

Randy shook his head, "You know, man, right now I just want to know I can walk again. Hunter is the least of my troubles." He informed him.

John looked confused, his eyebrows were drawn together and his lips were pursed tightly together as he thought about what Randy had said, "The Doc's have told you that you will be able to get back into the ring again. Why would you say that?"

"You know, as well as I do, that back fractures are serious, and most people don't return from them."

John's eyes stared accusingly at Randy, "You don't plan to come back, do you? You've let Hunter win. They have succeeded in running you off."

Randy sighed heavily. He knew John was going to have something to say about his decision, but a small part of him hoped that maybe the storm of emotions that were crossing his friends face now, would come a little later. He had been wishing for this conversation to happen after he was able to walk and the therapy was almost finished. He figured that John would fight him then, when he would be a little easier to convince, seeing as he would be almost back to normal again.

"I'm right! I can't believe this shit!" John hissed as he jumped to his feet, looking ready to fight.

"You don't understand…"

"You're fuckin' right, dog, I don't! For as long as I've known you, you've never backed down from a challenge. If you don't go back, you're not the person I thought you were."

"Look, I haven't SAID I wasn't going back." Randy argued.

John frowned, "You don't have to say anything, it's written all over your face."

Randy felt himself grow angrier with John by the minute. It was bad enough that he chose this visit to start the argument with him, but just the fact that he was pushing so hard was enough to send him into an emotional over load. With everything that he had been going through, he just wanted a nice peaceful conversation with John, not a fight. "How do you expect me to do anything right now, JOHN? I can't feel my legs. I've been encased in plaster for weeks. Did you know that when I woke up, I couldn't see or talk? Hell, I don't think there was a place on me that didn't fuckin' hurt. So, John, what would you do?"

John's face went pale. "I don't know. I honestly didn't know about all of those things you went through. But, I have one more question…What will you do instead of wrestle? I mean, come on man… you tried the military. Dude, you got yourself court marshaled just so you could climb into a ring."

Randy nodded, "You're right. I had tried to do something other than follow in my dad's footsteps, but the ring called to me. Day and night. I don't know how to do anything else, but I don't know how I can go back, either." He finally admitted looking away from his dear friend, not wanting him to see how hard he was struggling to find the answers.

John sighed and sat back in the chair next to Randy's bed. "You know how you can come back… You come back and fight. Take out Evolution one member at a time. After all that's happened to you, I know that the guys in the back will help you. All you have to do is ask. Hell, I'll ask for you, if it will help make your decision."

"Look, the only decision I'm going to make right now is that I'll think about it. Once I'm close to being out of here, and I can walk again, I'll take the time and actually decide if I can make my way back. Deal?"

John smiled, "You bet. As long as you aren't totally giving up on your dream, I'll take it."

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