Now, about 10 years after I met John, I finally decided to tell him my dark secret. The one I kept hidden from him since OVW. We sat in his personal locker room and I looked at John's ocean blue eyes with my steel blue ones. "John-John, there's something I need to tell you..." John looked at me and realized that something wasn't right. "Yeah?" Here we go. Remember my question, "What could possibly go wrong?" Here is what could so possibly go wrong.
"Before we met, my life was... *cringes and tries to hold my tears* the worst. My mom did drugs and was locked up, all the way up until I graduated high school. Only reason she got out was because of me. I then realized that my mom wasn't the REAL PROBLEM in my life. It was... was..." I started to let my emotions out. John hugged me tightly and I cried my eyes out onto his shoulder. "Shhhh. It's okay my Legend Killer. I got you. I got you." He rubbed my back and kissed my head. I always felt safe around John, so why should I not tell him? I pull myself together, let go of John, and hang my head low. "My dad... from my ages 9-13, he brutally injured me by breaking my wrist, giving me black eye after black eye... and then... when I decided enough was enough, I fought with him at 15. I almost beat him until he slammed my head against the wall. I was unconscious for a while until I heard his belt come off. I then realized that I couldn't move. I felt something painful and uncomfortable. I screamed and screamed. He struck me with his fist and busted my nose. He then stopped, looked at me, and smiled like he was Satan himself. "You deserved it... you stupid slut." I then went into the kitchen of my home and cut my wrist." There it is. The whole truth. "Oh my god... I'm so sorry Randy. It's not easy living like that. Trust me. I know." John tilted my head up and smiled that sweet smile. The smile that reminded me of the fact that I can be myself and the lustful, emotional, and understanding version of myself at the same time. I smile back at John, but he pulls me onto him. "Listen. I have never met anyone as egotistical but sweet as you, Randy. I could care less about you in your ring persona. Trust me, I could." We laugh at that and he finishes. "The Randy I know and I love with all of my heart, is perfect just the way he is. I wouldn't trade you for the world." I knew John was caring, but I didn't know he would say this about me. I love John, and if he was going to be my Knight, I realized he was right.
He gives me a sweet kiss and I deepen it. I now find myself under him, moaning uncontrollably. "Oh my god John... Please... don't stop..." He kissed my body over and over, so much so that it felt like I was on fire. John looked at how much of a... slut I was being. "You're a slut. You're my slut. I mean that." My ears rang at the word "slut." I then heard him say "You're my slut." John was pulling my wrestling trunks off. I wanted him to fuck me like it was only us in the world. Instead, I regretfully stopped him. "Not now..." I managed to stutter as he was taking his jean shorts off. DAMN IT RANDY!? WHY DID YOU STOP HIM?! I said to myself. "I respect that." He told me. "It's just... I need a break from-" I was cut off by John's mouth around my erection. "Shit... that feels so good, John. Don't stop..." John went faster and I could feel something in my stomach. "I'm almost there John! Don't stop!" John went so fast that I couldn't stop myself. I screamed his name and I released myself in John's mouth. "Oh my god... that was amazing." I smiled at John as he swallowed my load and put my wrestling trunks back on. "I know. I'm great at a lot of things." John smiled back. "You better get ready, RKO. You have a match against The Rock for the WWE Championship." I looked at John like I had seen a ghost. "What?! I thought that was at WrestleMania!" John looked at me, this time... with those shining blue eyes. "They moved to tonight, as the main event of RAW. Good thing the show doesn't start for another... IT STARTS NOW! WE GOT TO GO!" John shouted as we panicked. We finally calmed down. I made a run for it, also dragging a running John behind me. We didn't get far, as Melina stopped us. "I smell... a relationship." She snapped. "You think she knows?" I whispered to John. "Is it true!?" The "psycho bitch" side of Melina is coming out. I should've known. "She's being a psycho bitch... again." John whispered bluntly. "No. It's not true. Is it true you're a psycho bitch?" I asked Melina, showing no emotion. Next thing I know, Melina's hand is across my face. "DON'T CALL ME A PSYCHO!" She storms off, leaving me and John laughing. "She knows it's true." I laughed. "Yeah it is. I never want to see that ever again." "PSYCHO BITCH!" We yelled and she quickly shouted back, "GO TO HELL!" We laughed and got ready for our matches. After RAW, I get ready to leave and I get stopped by another WWE Superstar/Diva. "I need your help." JoJo told me as she dragged me to John's locker room. The same room I was in earlier. "Why'd you drag me here? Literally, you dragged me here." I complained. "I need you to get John out here." I'm sorry, WHAT!? I CAN'T DO THAT! I'LL GO INSANE! NO CAN DO! "Yeah sure. I can do that." I knock on his locker room door. "John-John..." I whispered. "Open the door!" I bang my fist hard on the door. "What is it, Rand?" John answered. "Should I tell Justin Gabriel how I feel about him or not." She said, calming herself down. "Well, you should tell him how you feel if you think you should be together. That's how I found my true love." He winked at me, telling me that he had a plan. And it was to tell JoJo the truth. I went along with it. "Who is it?" JoJo asked. "Randal. Keith. Orion." John smiled. "OMG That's amazing! You guys are perfect for each other!" JoJo smiled at us. "Yeah. He's my little baby boy." He steps out his room, kisses my head, and ruffles my hair. "Babe stop! You know I always laugh when you do that." I laughed. "Thanks guys. Wish me luck!" JoJo smiled as she ran off to find Justin. John and I stared at each other and I LITERALLY exploded like a bomb. "Why did you tell her that!?" I shouted in John's face. "You told me to! What should I have said, "Maryse?" That was when I had enough. I slapped John harder than when Melina slapped me. "Damn it! Oh you done messed up now." John and I started throwing punches at each other until John pushed me against the wall and gave me the coldest and most hate-filled glare ever. "You will never... I mean... NEVER... slap me again. You do..." He leaned closer and whispered the scariest thing ever in my ear. "...and I'll hurt you worse than your dad did." My eyes became balls of fire as I stared him down. I knew he was joking, based on his smile, and it made me forget why I was mad. I was fine, but my fireball eyes weren't. They were blazing. I then felt a hand strike me. It was John's. Then, my anger kicked into overdrive.
What happened next, neither one of us could explain it. Not even me. I was so angry, but I kissed him. It wasn't hard, either. It was sweet and tender. He returned it the same way. I let go, looked at him with fury just waiting to be unleashed, and asked him. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" He didn't answer as he picked me up, put me in his car, took me to the hotel all the Superstars were at, picked me up again, into his hotel suite, and put me down. "I think you know the answer to that." He smiled and I kissed him deeply. "Mmm... Oh my god... John." I couldn't stop moaning like that. I couldn't. "Yeah?" He answered. I thought of the song, "Please Me" and that's what I wanted John to do. "Please me baby..." He picks it up. "...Turn around and just tease me baby..." I sing the end. "You know what I want and need babe... please... please me..." John kissed my forehead. "You sing beautifully, RKO." I smiled. "Thanks John-John." He tugged on my wrestling trunks and pulled them off, leaving me completely naked. My face was a blazing red as he looked me up and down. "Damn Randy... Why are you so beautiful?" He asked me. I didn't respond quick enough before I felt his soft hands running down my chest.
"I don't know. I guess I was born like this." I answer quietly. His hands are so soft. I try not to pull him down on me and just make him fuck me hard. He points at his shorts and I pull them off of him. We are both naked, and the only one wearing something is me. I'm still in my wrestling boots. He kisses me and for the first time in forever, I finally feel safe. It felt like all my pressure and stress was lifted off my shoulders. He doesn't move yet as he just admires my figure. Then, he trails kisses down my chest. I shiver at every kiss he plants on my chest and soon, he reaches my erection. I don't have to say anything as he wraps his mouth around me. "Oh my god... John-John, please..." He stops and looks at me, eyes full of lust and hunger. "Please what?"
"Don't fucking bullshit me!" I wanted to say it, but my love for John is too powerful for me to say it. "Please fuck me. I need you so much." He gives me this "I love you. I always have and I always will." look and I can't think of anyone else I could spend my life with. "Ok." He lines himself up with my entrance and slowly drives into me. "SHIT!" I scream out, trying to get used to it. I'm breathing heavily, like I just gave birth, and the only thing I get from him is, "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?" Well, what should I have said? "N-No..." HELL YEAH! "OK. I'm going to go slow..." He slowly drives in and out of me and I just... crumble under him. It's like, "Hello, pull it together, Randy." So, as my love for John pulls him down and kiss him deeply, he doesn't let go, but... I start to remember my dad assaulting me. "So you want to fight me, HUH!?" "You will never fight me again... EVER!" "SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!" I start crying at my thought and... then my love for John fights with it in my head. John feels the tears and the emotions battling in my head and he stopped. He looks at me and feels... terrible. "What's wrong?" He asked me. "I just... I just..." I couldn't say anything about it. He thrusted hard, even though my emotions were at an all time high and... the pain my dad inflicted on me... disappeared. I screamed the one name I loved. "JOHN! Please!" I felt John stab my prostate and I stopped John. "Let me ride you, baby boy." He switches places with me and I start grinding on him. "Oh shit... John-John you make me feel so good!" John is soooooooo hot! I continue riding him until I feel my climax coming on. "Oh shit! John-John I'm cumming!" He says the same thing as we climax harder than ever, then I'm laying on his chest. "That was... amazing. Thank you so much, John-John." He smiles at me and kisses my forehead. "You're welcome. Thank you for trusting me. I love you." I smile back at him. "I love you too." I cover both of us, still in our position, and we fall asleep. I love this life, my life with my loving boyfriend, John Cena.