A/N- I guess I should apologize to Cody and Cena fans for this chapter. Speaking of chapters, there are two left. Review!
Remember that this is set while Cena I rehabbing his injury.
XX
"Chris, I've been thinking that we need to change the name of the movie." Ted said. He was recently named "Producer", and was using it to his advantage at every chance.
"No. Ring Rust is a great name, and a name that is staying."
"But it doesn't signify or give any clue to what the movie is about." Ted reasoned.
"Say I actually cared, what were you thinking we could change it to?"
"One simple change, instead of rust, make it thrust."
"Ring Thrust?"
"Yes."
"No. Absolutely not. Let the creativeness up to me Theodore, you go back to...whatever it was you were doing." Chris said, still anxious to get this movie started.
"Hey, it's your movie, whatever you want man."
"Did you contact JICWC?" Chris asked, sipping his latte he made Cody run and get.
"Who?"
"CENA! You need to pay attention Theodore."
"I thought Cena's middle name was Felix Anthony?"
"He was being sarcastic. John "I can't wrestle" Cena, was what he meant." Cody clarified, slightly embarrassed he knew that.
"Exactly. So what is the verdict on Cena?"
"Uhh, I couldn't get ahold of him earlier." Ted said.
"Well that just isn't good enough. You get that assclown on the phone, and you do it now." His whole movie was falling apart, he just knew it. Ted wasn't cooperating, Cody was denying he was attracted to Cena, and Chris was getting sick of both of them.
"What's his cell number?" Ted asked, going through his contacts and not seeing John's name.
"867-5309." Cody said, speaking for only the second time in over an hour. He knew John wouldn't agree to this, so he wasn't even worried anymore. Chris would give up shortly on this entire idea.
"How could you possibly know that?" Ted asked, dialing the number.
"Cena and I've hung out a few times." Ted gave him a "yeah right" look, before walking out of the room to talk to John.
"This is the Champ, in your hearts, and in the ring."
"Do you answer your phone like that all the time?"
"Teddy?"
"It's Ted, moron."
"Cool. So what can I do for you?"
"Where are you at today?"
"Florida." Maybe God did love Ted after all.
"Any chance you can make it to Chris's house by three then?"
"I could be there in ten minutes if I really wanted to be." Cena said, shoving a handful of potato chips in his mouth. Oh how he loved being out on injury.
"Great. So you'll be here shortly?"
"Depends. It's not like I talk to you, Chris, or Codykins a hell of a lot, so you must want something." Ted was hoping John would just agree to come over, of course it wasn't that easy. Ted wasn't sure how to come right out and ask John to do this favor, it was bound to be a little awkward.
"Okay, look. We know you used to pose for gay magazines, so you're comfortable with being nude, and with other guys, so what Chris and I were wondering was, would you come down and shoot a porn movie with Cody, so Chris could make extra money." Ted was sure John would say no. He didn't present the scenario the right way. John is the biggest thing in wrestling, there is no way he is going to make a movie with Cody. No way in hell.
"Sure man. I have nothing else to do, plus I'm bored. I'll be there shortly." John responded, hanging up moments later.
Ted walked back into the basement with a successful smile on his face. Maybe this movie would work out in the end. If you would have asked him a week ago what he would be doing today, you can bet he wouldn't say shooting a gay porn movie with Rhodes and Cena. Nonetheless, he was glad it was Cody, and not himself. He knew Cody couldn't say no to someone in need. Jericho needed money, so Cody will do what is needed to get it for him. It's a good quality, but bad at the same time.
"So....? Chris asked, looking up from the television screen where a music video by Fozzy was playing.
"So Cena will be here in twenty minutes, and our movie will begin." Cody didn't even flinch. It still wasn't going to work. There was no one to hold the mic beam over their heads so the audience could hear.
"I was thinking Theodore. We need to contact Adam. We need someone to hold a beam over Cody and JICWC." Chris said thoughtfully. Adam would do it, and he lived only a block away. Meanwhile, Ted was laughing his ass off at Chris saying J-I-C-W-C.
"Chris, no. We don't need Adam, we don't need John, and we don't need this movie!" Finally, Cody was sticking up for himself. Ted was almost proud. He would have been if it weren't for the fact that he wanted to see this movie made.
"Listen up Jerky, we need who I say we need, and I say we need Adam. Theodore, call him now, Cody, wait outside for John." Chris instructed, waving his pen around.
"And what are you going to do?" Ted questioned Chris.
"Make more orders for you two."
"Oh, good. Stay busy."
XX
Cody waited outside Chris's house, after bypassing Jess and explaining that he needed a little air. Jess understood the meaning of it, he wanted away from Chris. Cody stood on the front porch patiently, hoping traffic kept John from arriving.
He had no such luck.
"We ready to shoot this movie?" Cody's head jerked up at John's voice. Great.
"No, Ted is calling Adam."
"Why?"
"Apparently we need a person to hold the mic beam." Cody explained.
"Good idea. I need to talk to Chris."
"Basement." Was all Cody said. He led John through the house and down to the basement where they could hear Ted on the phone and Chris talking to himself.
"Champs here." Cena announced himself.
"JICWC! About time you arrived. I've been waiting for hours." John raised his eyes in question at JICWC, but didn't ask about it.
"Ted just called me half hour ago." John looked around the basement at all the equipment being used. Chris was surely going to need others to help, besides Adam.
"Do not talk down to the Producer. Talk down to Cody." Before John could respond or Cody could defend himself, Ted spoke up.
"Christoper, Adam will be here shortly, and upon your request, he is letting Vickie at home." Chris smiled approvingly. This is why Ted was producer.
"Thank you Theodore, now while I call a few more people, you show John the script and get Cody to participate."
"Who do you need to call?" Cody and Ted asked at the same time.
"Batista, in case Cena can't perform because of his neck, Hunter, to stop Cody from running, Shawn, because gay porn has to be a sin and he can pray, Kendrick, for backup dancing, Randy, because we need a good looking man to make an appearance, Manu for giggles, plus, we're going to need others to help with production." Chris explained tiredly. It seemed he had to do everything himself.
"You do plan on paying them, right?" Cody asked curiously. He didn't expect anything, but the others surely would.
"Yes assclown, now get to work."
Ted took John to the corner of the room and handed him a script. They read through it together then Ted gave him a few pointers. He explained the scene they were going to film, and all that was required from John.
"Cody personally picked you John." Ted glanced around the room and saw Cody near Chris.
"Really?"
"Yeah Champ, so you should put on a good show." Ted encouraged.
"I'm not gay, you know?" John wanted to make it clear.
"Which is why we are going to have Cody come on to you, instead of the other way around." Ted explained.
"Oh, well that sounds fine."
"Do you feel comfortable with the scene?" Ted asked in his most caring voice.
"Trust me, I've done worse." Ted avoided making comment he so badly wanted to, and just nodded his head.
"LISTEN HERE DAVE. GET YOUR STEROIDED ASS OVER HERE NOW!" Everyone looked as Chris began yelling.
No wonder his doctor suggested blood pressure pills.
"YES YOU'LL GET PAID. BE HERE IN TEN MINUTES." The veins were literally bulging out of Chris's neck. He really needed to calm down.
"Here Chris, I'll call everyone else on your list. John is all ready to go." Ted volunteered.
"Remind me to give you a pay raise Theod...CODY! WHY AREN'T YOU NAKED YET?"
"No one is here yet..?"
"You could be....preparing yourself or something."
"I'll be back Chris, I'm going to call everyone else." Ted quickly left the room so he didn't witness Chris kill Cody.
XX
Ted stood outside the house awaiting everyone's arrival. It seemed if they didn't live in Florida, they were doing promotional work in Florida. Everyone he contacted agreed to be here, something that amazed even Ted. About a half hour after he called everyone, they began arriving. Shawn and Hunter together, Kendrick and Manu, and Randy with Dave. Ted greeted them all and led them in the house.
"Don't tell me, Chris invited all of you over to view matches?" Jess asked skeptically. She knew her husband was up to something.
"He did." Ted confirmed.
"I didn't ask you Ted." Ted shut up. Jess had her mother voice on.
"We are here to make money." Shawn finally answered.
"Right." Jess said in disbelief.
"We're serious." Hunter defended.
"I don't even care. Get your friend off my coffee-table." Jess pointed to Kendrick, who was dancing on the table to a song playing on a commercial.
"Save it for the movie, kid." Randy threw him over his shoulder as they all walked to the basement. Jess didn't even get a chance to ask, "what movie?".
John was relieved when Ted walked in with everyone behind him. Cody was annoyed and Chris finally seemed excited.
"About time. Shawn, pray in the corner, Hunter, block the door, Dave, be ready in case we need you, Brian, stand behind the couch and dance on cue, Randy, stand off to the side, we'll use you later, Manu, go turn Cody on or something, JICWC and Cody, get in position on the couch." Chris wasted no time. This movie needed to be shot today. No exceptions.
It was time to make a movie.