John hummed under his breath as stretched for his match against Miz later that night. With the wedding so close and both he and Shawn having a good relationship with Vince, the both of them were going to get some time off until they got back from their honeymoon. They were going to film an injury angle for him tonight and he wasn't sure what they were doing for Shawn yet. Shawn was supposed to meet Vince at some point and find out. Whatever happened though, he was way way more focused on trying to contain the butterflies that were in his stomach. It seemed that as the big day got closer and closer, the butterflies not only got bigger but they increased in number.

He took several deep breaths before stopping with the stretching and grabbing his bottle of water. He heard the door open but he didn't turn around to see who it was until he popped the top of his bottle and took a big drink from it. He expected the other person to address him first but they didn't. His brow furrowed a bit and he looked back to see Shawn standing there behind him. "Hey babe." He took a step forward so he could embrace it but he stopped in his tracks when he saw the look on Shawn's face. "Babe? What's the matter?"

Shawn shook his head. He was going to tell John about what had happened at some point but now wasn't the best time. It would only cause major major problems and that wouldn't do them any good at all.

"Shawn come on, you can tell me." John didn't want to push too hard but the vibes he was getting from Shawn indicated that whatever happened had not been good. "Did someone hurt you or something?"

"No," Shawn said with a shake of his head. "Nothing like that. It was just…I don't think it's a good idea to tell you right now."

"Why not?"

"Because it will piss you off and if that affects the show Vince will get all sorts of pissed off."

That was a good point that John couldn't deny, although he did search his brain a bit to see if he could come up with an argument about telling him now that could beat that one. When he couldn't, he sighed and admitted defeat for the moment. "After the show," he said. "Tell me, okay?"

"Okay," Shawn agreed. "I will. When we get back to the hotel I will. Promise."

…

"So it's a no go for James at the wedding?" Cody asked as he leaned back against one of the lockers. He was in Jeff's dressing room with him, Adam and Mor and he was already changed in his gear so he was ready in plenty of time before he had to go out for his match. He had wanted to spend time with Randy but it had been found that the longer they were around each other, the less likely it was that they were able to keep their hands off each other so in a rare moment of being level headed, they decided to stay apart until the show was over. He did feel bad though, mainly because now Randy had to deal with Ted all on his own. He was about the only one that had any patience for that and even he wasn't sure how he did it. He needed some kind of award for it though.

"That's what Shawn says," Jeff said with a sigh. He was rolling up gum wrappers and flicking them at Mor, aiming to get them in his hair just because he felt like being annoying like that. "But I don't think James is going to accept that."

"Not accept it?" Adam shook his head and looked up from his phone, which he was using to text Matt every couple of seconds. "Dude, I know you're all for the psychopath but this is Shawn's wedding. You gotta tell him he just needs to get over it."

"I tried," Jeff claimed. "And his mouth accepted it but his eyes didn't. He's plotting something." He flicked another wrapper at Mor's head, grinning triumphantly as it got caught in his hair. "Mark thinks he is too and he's trying to get him to stop whatever he's up to. I don't think it's working out so well for him though."

"And that's a surprise?" Mor started trying to brush all the shit Jeff had gotten in his hair out. "And QUIT with that would ya? Freaking asshole."

"Oh come on, you know you love me," Jeff said with a big "innocent" grin.

Mor rolled his eyes and gave him a very annoyed look. "Yeah, right. I just loooove you."

"Don't you feel great admitting it?" Either Jeff was ignoring the pure sarcasm in his tone or he was ignoring it.

Cody snickered at the look on Mor's face and then looked at Adam. "So what's the deal with you and Matt and the baby?"

"We're meeting up with someone from the adoption agency the day after tomorrow," Adam told him. "Matt's been all over me telling me this could be a longer process than I want and I have to have patience and blah blah blah. I keep trying to tell him I heard him the first time he said it but he's not listening."

"Matt's bad at that," Jeff said wisely. "Just smack him upside his dumb thick head. That's what I do."

"That wouldn't count as spousal abuse?"

"Not if he's being a retard."

"Oh that's a lovely way to talk about your brother," Mor said with a roll of his eyes.

"Well it's the truth," Jeff said with a shrug. He didn't see why Mor would try to make it into a big deal. "But enough about him." His attention went to Cody. "What about you and Randy? How are things between you guys?"

Cody felt his face start turning red immediately. "Good."

"Awww you're blushing!" Jeff elbowed Adam in the ribs and pointed at Cody. "You see that Addy? He's blushing!"

"I see it," Adam said as he elbowed Jeff back. "And don't call me Addy!"

"Whatever Addy." Jeff hopped up to his feet and put his arm around Cody's shoulder. "So how big is his dick?"

If Cody's face wasn't red enough before, it certainly was now. "Jeff!"

"Dude, do you gotta be vulgar?" Mor asked.

"Oh shut up you priss." Jeff flipped him the bird before shaking Cody lightly. "Come on man, is he big? How many times have you fucked? How would you rate him in the sack?"

"Why are you asking me these things?" Cody asked. He was so embarrassed right now that his voice came out in one giant squeak. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because we're friends!" Jeff said brightly. "And friends tell each other these things. I mean I've shared stuff about James and Mark-"

"Stuff none of us wanted to know about," Mor interjected. "In case you forgot, NONE of us asked for those details."

"Yeah really," Adam agreed. "Mark is Mark and we never want to know about him and James scares the fucking shit out of us."

"He's not THAT bad…" Jeff shrugged, knowing he was not convincing any one of them. "You guys just aren't used to him. He's better once you get used to him I swear."

…

"Lawson! God damn it WHY aren't you at the hotel?" Mark asked James angrily. He had caught James tormenting the production crew and just about hit the roof. James had a lifetime ban for any and all WWE events because of stunts like this and if he was caught back here, it would be him getting in trouble as well because he was supposed to "control" James. Control…ha. He wished he could control James. It would make his life a whole lot easier.

"Because I don't wanna be," James replied with a pout. "It's BORING there and it's not like I'm-OW!" Mark had grabbed a hold of his wrist and was dragging him along like a child now. "Fuck Mark let go!" He was hamming it up some but Mark's grip on him was tighter than it really needed to be.

"And what are you going to do if I let go?" Mark ask. "You going to be good?"

"Yes…"

"Why don't I believe that?"

"Because you're an idiot." James wrenched himself out of Mark's grasp. "And don't fucking do that! I'm not a child!"

"Well if you wouldn't act like one-"

"Am I supposed to act like a cranky old man like you?" James asked. He made a face and let out a loud snort. "No thanks. I like the way I am. Now if you'll excuse me I have that Ted boy to find."

"Oh hell no." Mark grabbed James by the arm this time and pulled him back before he could go too far. "You are NOT teaming up with that dumbass." He could only imagine the shit that would go down if those two paired off. Ted was far from the brightest bulb in the bunch and James would exploit that and cause all kind of mayhem because of it.

James rolled his eyes and once again yanked himself out of Mark's grasp. "But we've got plans to make," he informed him. "Very important plans. That like can't wait."

"Oh yeah? And what are those plans?"

"I'm not telling you. You'll ruin them."

Mark knew that that meant they weren't anything good and he tried yet again to get James. James though, jumped back and took off running, which made Mark groan loudly.

"Lawson PLEASE! I don't want to chase you!" He started going after him as fast as his bad knees would allow him to go. "Fucking hell just kill me now."

…

Once Raw went off the air Hunter found himself in an impromptu meeting with Vince that ran on for longer than he wanted it to. Once it was over he went to his private dressing room, intending on changing real quick so he could drop his stuff off at the hotel and go out and get some drinks. What he wasn't counting on was one very angry John Cena waiting for him when he got to his room. Before he could even start to react to seeing him John had him by the throat and was slamming him up against the wall.

"What the-"

"Shut up." John's voice actually came out as a growl, which threw Hunter for a big loop. In the years he had known John he had never heard him like this before. "Just shut your big mouth for once and listen to me."

Hunter tried to say something just to be difficult but John's grip on his throat tightened and prevented that. "I don't know WHAT your issue is anymore and you know what? I don't care. I really fucking don't. Shawn and I are getting married. We love each other very much. Now I don't know if you actually do love Shawn or not because quite frankly, you never seem to have any real emotions besides greed and anger. Tell me, is your so called love for Shawn real or is it because he's the one person you never got the chance to play like you wanted to? You fucked Randy up beyond belief, God only knows how Stephanie puts up with you…"

Hunter made a choked noise and tried to get himself out of John's grip. John tightened his hold even more and slammed him against the wall one more time just for good measure. "You ever-EVER-put ANY of your parts on Shawn again that's not for a match, I will rip them off of you and beat in your face in. You understand me?" He waited until Hunter forced a short nod before letting him go and storming out without another word.

Hunter coughed loudly and held his throat, gasping for breath and completely bewildered by what had just happened. Did he really just get threatened and throttled by Mr. Goody Two Shoes himself? Fucking Cena…fucking fucking asshole…