Randy walked down the street and he pulls out his black book and looks at his page 2.

Randy's list page 2:

Chris Jericho: 9000 East 45th Street Sundays 3pm

Shelby Samples: 1290 Forset Lake Ave. Sunadys Thursday and Fridays at Midnight.

Chris Masters: 1100 West View Drive Wedsendays 10pm

Christian Reso: 3673 Silverview Way On Call

Bryan Daniels: 700 Hollywood Ave On Call

Alex Riley: 2020 Forest Lake Ave. On Call.

Randy smiled to himself. "Nobody today so I just hit the club" Randy went to his home got a change of clothes and went to the club. Wade Barrett wasn't too happy from yesterday's attempt to rape the Sex God. He and his5 friends was hanging around the club.

"Wade, you had enough drinks do you think?" Justin said.

"Don't...don't tell me what I had enough..you..you barnicle" Wade drunking self said.

"Barnicle? Oh so now you're like Spongebob or something?" Justin asked.

"Anyways..what are we going to do about Orton?' David asked.

"What do you mean? Since he won't want to notice me then..we'll just beat the holy hell out of him" Wade angerly. The the others seen Randy entered the club. They all looked at Randy and grinned.

"Oh Wadey, Randy at 3 o'clock" Husky smirked.

Wade looks and slammed his glass on the table, wipe his mouth and glares at Randy. "Boys, now or never. Lets bring the Sex God to his knees"

The all nodded. Randy did his routine. Hie danced, flirted with anybody, had a few drinks and leaves. Randy was walking down the street and grinning. He was going to his next client's house. He turned down the alley and been stopped by a drunking Wade.

"Hey..O...Orton" Wade said.

"Wade! Get the fuck off of me! I know what you was trying to do to me you asshole!" Randy pushes Wade off of him.

"What? I wanted you to get to know me and let me be one of your clients. I just wanted some of the Sex God."

"Fuck you!"

Randy moved from Wade but Wade started to laugh causing Randy to stop. "What's so fucking funny you sicko?" Randy turined to Wade.

"You'll see..." Wade said.

Wade whistled and the five guys came out from nowhere and circled around Randy causing Randy to back up against a wall.

"What the fuck...?"

"You see Randy, we're sick of you coming around here and think you own everything and I don't take rejection too well"

" Well too bad asshole"

"Hey Wade..lets teach this faggot a lession" Micheal said.

"Who are you calling a fag you dickhead?"

That earned Randy a punch to the gut by David who was near him. Randy doubled over and fell on the ground. Wade boys started to punch and kick Randy at the same time. Randy tried to block their attacks but they was too much for the Sex God. Wade who whistled them to stop, walks up to them.

"Boys, let me have a piece of him"

The gang back off as Wade got on to of Randy and started to pound Randy's face in. Randy was helpless to stop him. Hours later, Wade and his gang amerged from the alley way. Wade smirked and wipe his fist cleanand walked down the street with his boys. Randy was left in the alley a beaten up mess. Randy had bruses, cuts, busted lip, jaw was swollen and barely conicious. Randy was lucky that they stop or wade could had beaten him to death. Randy slowly gets up and tried to walk but he stumbles over on trash cans and or street poles. He slowly made his way back home. Once he got home he seen Wade and his gang vandalizing his home. He wasn't safe there so he left before they caught him. Randy didn't want to rely on his clients cause they would rat him out. He had no place to go until he remembered something. Randy with his last ounce of strength walked to the familier place.

John Cena was in his house just thinking about Randy. Of course Randy was a kid on the loose but he couldn't help but to be concerned about him. Is like he just got a connection with the kid. John sighed and went to his living room to watch TV. On Tv it was a special on about people prosituting for money. Ironic that he was thinking about Randy and this comes on. It would be the last thing on his mind worring about Randy getting into trouble with the law, catch a disease or end up dead. John couldn't stand it. He gets up, grabbed his keys and his coat and headed out to the door. He was going to find Randy and help him out. Once John opended up the door he was stopped dead in his tracks. Standing there was a beatend and battered Randy Orton. Randy's big ego was holding him back for knocking on the door. He slowly looks up at John who had a disgused and angered look on his face.

"Um...you..you said the door is always open for me right?"