Chapter Title: RUN AWAYYYY!
Disclaimer: I do not own, cause we all know the WWE couldn't handle a Butt Cherry match! ; D
Warning: May make you laugh!
Pairings: Centon, Codiasi... so far
Author Note: Big thanks to KimberAnnBRAND, LegacyChick, Esha Napoloen, WraithRaider, Emri-May, KakashiXIrukaLover, xrazalisiousx, QueenofYourWorld, ScottIsInBolivia, and belladonnanoir for the reviews! They are much appreciated!

Randy shrieked, utterly petrified, as he hastily tried to scramble away from John's terrifying fingers, but it was to no avail, John easily caught his leg and pulled him back the few precious inches he had fought so violently for. Then, just as quickly, he shifted over said legs, so that he was straddling the horrified wrestler.

"B-But I haven't lost the match! You said I had to lose the match!" Randy practically wailed, his usual impassive persona long forgone as panic nestled itself in his gut. He desperately made another attempt at escape, but the full footed pajamas and slick surface of the sleeping bags worked against his frantic wriggle for freedom.

"Come on now, Orton. This is just some fun!" John chimed, a dopey grin on his dimpled cheeks. Randy's left eye twitched at the man's visage of innocence.

"You're insane!" Randy shouted, his voice betraying his anxiety, as it raised in pitch with each word and he flipped this way and that in another vain effort for escape. John's thick thighs were tight against his hips, however, and his massive lower torso kept him pinned to the hard floor, he just couldn't seem to gain the leverage he needed to get the crazed lunatic off of him.

Cena just smiled at Randy's words, and ever so slowly trailed his finger back to the buttons on Randy's adorable pajamas. Holding Randy's frantic gaze with his own, he deliberately undid the first of the many clasps that lined the front of the pj's, they practically begged him to rip them apart.

"Shh, shh," he said huskily in response to the small whimper that had slipped past Randy's lips, as he continued to undo the clasps down Randy's torso until he couldn't go any further due to his own body blocking the way.

Abruptly he pulled Randy's long arms to his side, and tucked them between his thighs and Randy's hips, another preventative gesture—he couldn't have Randy escaping now could he? And to further trap the Orton's arms, he quickly tugged the open pajamas half-over Randy's shoulders, keeping him constricted.

"Now it's fun time!" John chirped in a sing-song voice, leaning over his helpless victim, resting his weight on one large arm, and leaving the other free as he tightened his grip with his thighs.

Randy's body was tense with apprehension, fearful of the horrors to come as he felt John's callused hand gradually slide down to caress his cheek, brush his lips, graze his naked shoulder. The younger man was practically hyperventilating at the feather-like touches, his breath clawing out of him in short, hard gasps as he tried once more to jerk away, knowing full well the futileness of the act.

Leisurely, John carried on with his exploration, his hand continuing its lingering journey to Randy's chest, damp with perspiration. He ever so softly ghosted his fingertips across Orton's pectorals, before delicately lowering his hand to his stomach, smirking when the abs quivered under his light touch, watching Randy's face intently.

And then, abruptly, John bridged the small distance between their faces, placing a chaste, lustful kiss directly against Randy's frantically snarling lips. As he licked his own lips suggestively at the younger man, his hand pressed hard into Randy's skin, his fingers clutching his belly like a possessive claw, before they slowly dragged downwards, leaving red lines across the Orton's abdomen.

Randy nearly jumped out of his skin at the new actions of John, his nerves tingling as if they'd just been held over a bonfire. It was as he was feeling this unpleasant feeling, he realized the direction of John's sensual hand, currently breaching the invisible line between "lower tummy" and "groin", that he resumed his almost forgotten struggle for release. He desperately threw his body from side to side as air came even more painfully into his lungs.

The combination of fear, panic, exertion, and lack of air soon caused little starbursts of color to flash across his vision resembling that of tiny fireworks, but still he did not stop his straining muscles. His mind had long since forgotten thinking reasonably and now he could only react to the threat that hung over him like a desolate storm cloud, his bare instinct kicking in as he thrashed about.

John had just grinned amusedly throughout Randy's hysterical attempts to gain freedom, finding all the struggling quite adorable, when suddenly he saw Randy's wide eyes freeze, before rolling up into his head, hiding the icy grey color that had been all but eclipsed by his dilated pupils, the useless flailing stopping immediately as his body collapsed in John's hold, utterly limp.

John's jaw dropped in disgusted disbelief as he inwardly growled, I can't believe that stupid jerk just fainted like… like a little school girl! Big scary Viper my ass! Now what was he supposed to do? Where was the fun if he wasn't even conscious to experience it? Well, this sucked.

"Freaking fantastic," John muttered, frown evident on his face as he released Randy's prone form, and he crumpled to the sleeping bag covered tile. He scowled at the incognizant wrestler, giving him a small kick before taking a few steps back. He rubbed his chin in irritation casting a brisk glance around the silent room, and nearly went to the door to take his leave when he caught sight of the slumped bodies of Ted and Cody against the far wall, still totally dead to the world.

"Eh, might as well make the best of this," he said to the empty room with a small shrug.

Heading over to the two he stared calculatingly, considering the young men for a brief moment, before deciding on rearranging their sleeping positions a bit. Cody's head was already inches from falling into Ted's lap, so John merely adjusted his head slightly so that he was practically having a make out session with the DiBiase's groin. Then he carefully took Ted's limp hand and placed it onto Cody's crotch, molding it into an obscenely perverted grope, if there ever was one.

His last action was to walk over to the men's bag and take what little clothing they had left. He left them a couple shirts but made sure to take all the jeans and shorts. John figured they could wear those nice pajamas a little longer. He paused once more in front of Ted and Cody, and smiling to himself, imagining how freaked out the two would be when they finally awoke, John admired his dirty work, deciding the night wasn't a complete waste as he left the locker room, his devious mind whirling with more wicked plans to come.

Some hours later….

The first thing Ted noticed, when he was finally pulled to consciousness, was that his eyes felt very strange, like long ago nights when he'd first turned twenty-one and did some crazy partying, they felt dry and swollen and just overall horrible. Not long after that, the bad taste in his mouth made itself known, quickly followed by a headache which instantly began pounding at the base of his cerebellum. Ted knew immediately, from past experience, he didn't want to wake any further, the unpleasantness would only get worse from this point on, and he probably would have allowed himself to slip right back into slumber, had a strange nagging… something not been poking at his sluggish brain. Ever so carefully he began to take small notice of his surroundings, trying to remember why he was on the floor of a locker room, and why on earth he was wearing these God-awful pajamas.

Then like an electric shock, it all came crashing back. His eyes grew so wide, they looked as if they could pop out at any moment, and he winced abruptly at the soreness that ached in every inch of his body, the pain from having been in one position for so long. He instantly remembered looking into Cody's familiar baby blues, and tasting the small sip of that body oil. He could remember Cody falling onto his shoulder and his own struggle to stay upright and alive…

Oh my fucking God! We got drugged! He inwardly screeched, positively horrified.

It took another second for him to register that the dead weight resting on his lap was actually Cody and his first impulse was to check and make sure he was okay, but in that moment he noticed with a strange combination of horror and fascination where his left hand was grabbing. The smart thing to do would've been to remove his hand immediately but Ted felt oddly frozen.

He swore he could feel Cody's warmth even though his arm had long since fallen asleep and lost all feeling whatsoever. And he couldn't believe he was really allowing his numb hand to grope his best friend. That was just so wrong on so many levels, Ted didn't even want to think about it. Though he really needed to make sure Cody was fine, the boy had drank more of that hellish oil than Ted had, and then DiBiase broke through that indecision he'd created. Ever so slowly he moved his hand, ignoring the painful prickles that had started, as he dragged his near-useless hand up the younger man's entire torso. A slight shudder ran through him as he gently tapped the back of Cody's head.

"Hey man, wake up, are you okay?" Ted croaked, voice harsh from sleep, as he shook the unconscious boy slightly.

Gradually, Cody awoke, his body shifting lazily. It was then that Ted almost panicked. Somehow, he'd failed to realize until this crucial moment, that Cody was facedown on his lap with a mouthful of fluffy pajama, the very same lap he couldn't really feel yet, but despite that, there was still a very telling piece of anatomy down there. What if he had a boner? How the hell was he going to explain that to Cody?

Acting out of irrationality, he hurriedly shoved the awakening Cody off his lap, gentleness abruptly forgotten, as the younger man tumbled onto the Ted's shins.

Cody let out a startled yelp, eyes opening instantly in surprise. "What the crap? Why am I on your legs? Where are we?" He fired an arsenal of questions at the blonde, his glazed, blue eyes glancing around wildly, blinking rapidly, in an attempt to focus. It was then that Ted noticed the oil that had spilt onto his lap now covered half of Cody's face.

"The locker room, remember? We tasted the Lick Me Lemon body oil and passed out. I'm pretty sure Cena did something to it," Ted informed, mind still slightly reeling from the fact that the older man had actually drugged he and Cody!

"Oh man, my leg's cramping like crazy!" Cody shouted suddenly, struggling to get upright, his hand flying to massage his calf. "Ugh. Anyway, why the heck would John do that Ted? And how did he even know we'd drink it?"

"I don't know what the hell goes on in that insane head of his… But I'm getting out of these stupid pajamas! I thinkhalf of the freaking bottle spilled on me, I'm all sticky," Ted complained, indicating to the damp stain all across the lower torso of his fluffy pj's. Too late he realized he probably shouldn't have brought that particular topic up, but Cody seemed oblivious to the implications. He just rubbed the oil off his face with his sleeve absentmindedly, thinking hard about something else.

Cody pouted. "That man has ruined flavored body oil for me, ya know? It was so neat too!" He grumbled, brows furrowing. "I just don't see the point was—" Abruptly he froze, his eyes going wide as realization hit. "Ted, you don't think…?"

Their eyes locked for a split second, Ted catching on to his implication, before in almost perfect unison they both shouted, "Randy!" And instantly they jumped to their feet, rushing on half-deadened legs over to the heap of tangled sleeping bags.

The moment their sight fell upon the older man's unconscious body they gathered a shared breath of relief. His pink full footed pajamas, were still mostly on, and they could see his stomach rising and falling as he breathed slowly.

They did wonder a bit at how tossed about the sleeping bags were and the fact that Randy's pajamas were unbuttoned down to his waist. Staring at his head thrown back and his mouth gaping open, they realized he looked a bit more like he'd been knocked out, than actually fallen asleep. But neither of them gave it much thought, as Cody knelt beside Randy's comatose form, gently shaking him and calling his name.

When the younger man's attempts failed to wake him, Ted grumbled and dug around in the duffel, grabbing a half empty bottle of water. "Back up, Cody," He muttered, as Cody nodded and scooted back. With a sigh he tilted the plastic bottle, allowing a small amount to trickle out and splash onto Randy's face.

With a small sputtered screech, Randy jolted awake and immediately scrambled back as far as the wall would allow, looking frantically around the locker room like a crazed animal. When he seemed to register that there was no immediate danger, he suddenly shot forward, wrapping his arms around Ted's legs, trembling. "He's gone right? He's not here?" Randy wailed, sounding more than a little hysterical as he clung to Ted.

DiBiase could only stare down at him, a bit worried, and confused as to what to do with the thirty year old man clutching at his legs. In answer to Ted's desperate look, Cody edged forward on his knees, and tenderly placed his hand on Randy's back, rubbing small, soothing circles against his skin. "It's gonna be okay, the bad man is gone now," he crooned in a babyish voice.

Randy's frightened grey eyes turned to Cody, watching his gentle expression carefully, before he gradually calmed down and tentatively retracted his arms from the death grip around Ted. Cody hesitantly removed his hand, eyeing the older man warily, making sure he wouldn't go ballistic again, as Randy cautiously got to his feet.

He seemed to be flushed and slightly off balance as he glanced around the room guardedly, seeking reassurance that the two were indeed the only other ones in it, ready to flee at a moment's notice. Finally, after he'd deemed the general vicinity safe and collected himself, he gave a sharp nod. "Pack everything up boys, we are getting the hell out of here right now!"

It didn't take the anxious wrestlers any more than ten minutes to gather up all their belongings and ever so cautiously exit the once safe haven.

Every little sound produced a gasp and a very uncomfortable rush of adrenaline through Cody's veins, but all the young brunette could do was hang on tightly to Ted, keeping a similar mentality to Randy's—throw the DiBiase at anything remotely resembling John. Cody was pleased that Ted didn't pry him off as they meandered the empty hallways until finally emerging outside by the parking lot.

It was still pretty dark outside, which did nothing but add to the uneasiness he was feeling, the tainted Lick Me Lemon body oil flashing through his mind. Who knew that something that tasted so good could be so bad? Once they reached their rental, Randy dug frantically for the keys and as Cody watched, he decided he wouldn't mention that he'd kept and packed the half-empty bottle…

Randy finally found the key, tugging it out and unlocking the car, quickly popping the trunk so they could throw their things inside. Cody—having not carried anything—simply continued to hold onto Ted, as the two older members of Legacy deposited their things, before dragging him into the backseat with him, refusing to sit back there by himself. Cody didn't really want to be alone right now, the mission didn't seem as fun in the dark when his best friends were really scared.

As Randy came back around to the drivers seat, tugging the door open, he was just about to sit down when suddenly he froze, entire body stilling as he eyeballed something out of Cody's line of vision. "What? What's wrong, Randy?"

Ever so slowly, the older wrestler reached down with shivering hands and picked up what looked to be a thick, yellow book that had previously been laying on the seat. Ted and Cody both about leaped out of their seats in surprise when Randy abruptly let out a girlish scream and flung the book away from him as hard as he could.

Unfortunately, this caused the book to land at their feet in the backseat and Cody couldn't help his curiosity as he reached down and lifted the book up to eyelevel. "Butt Sex for Dummies," he carefully read out loud, seemingly unaffected by the title, before glancing over at Ted. The aforementioned man had the strangest expression on his face, as he pushed himself as far away from Cody and the book as he could get, pressed against the right car door, as if the book might reach out and grab him.

Cody quirked an eyebrow at his friend, but shook it off and turned to Randy to gauge his reaction, and he also appeared to feel the same way as he continually wiped his hands on his pants, shuddering. Cody sighed, and leaned forward, starting to stuff the book under the seat in front of him, as its presence was obviously causing a disturbance in the force.

"Not my seat!" Randy instantly shouted, watching Cody's actions carefully to be sure he kept that disgusting thing as far away from him as possible.

Cody shrugged and leaned over the still weirdly frozen Ted in order to shove it under the passenger seat. "There. Job done!" He stated cheerfully, as he sat back up and patiently waited for Randy to get back into the vehicle. When the older man still stood immobile, Cody continued. "At least it wasn't 'Rape for Dummies!'" He supplied absentmindedly, oblivious to the wide eyed stares he received from his partners.

The car ride was deathly quiet the first couple of hours as they drove out to their next location, each occupant caught up in their own thoughts, when—as always—Cody broke the silence and asked, curiously, "So, what are we gonna do when we get there?"

It was Randy who finally answered with a growl reminiscent of his old self, "We are going to find Batista and we are going to get some answers, dammit!"

The drive seemed longer than in actuality, just over a whole day on the road wasn't exactly fun, but they made good time considering and eventually managed to locate the hotel they would be staying at. Once Randy found a decent parking space and killed the motor, he turned around to prod at the two slumbering men, curled up in the backseat. "Wake up you two."

Ted and Cody slowly opened their eyes, looking slightly confused before realizing they had arrived at their destination. Randy climbed out of the car, stretching the stiffness out of his body for a moment before glancing around the nearly empty parking lot. He recognized a couple of familiar rentals but that was it. They seemed to have gotten there before most of their co-workers.

"So I have a question, are we seriously walking into the hotel in these outfits?" Ted asked tiredly, indicating to the pajamas all three of them had forgotten to change out of in their haste to exit the locker room.

"Damn!" Randy cursed, scowling. "And we're gonna need some new underwear too."

After a minute or so of contemplating this new dilemma, Randy walked back to the trunk, and dug through its contents coming up with an old dirty pair of sweatpants. "Aha! We have shirts, so one of us will just have to go out and get us some stuff… And we'll just have to wear the trunks we've got on, since all the others are… mutilated." With that he immediately turned to look at Cody. "You know all of our sizes right?"

"Yup!"

"Good. Then you go out and buy new clothes, and Ted can stay with me again, now lets get checked in before anyone we know shows up." Randy, shooting them a commanding nod, grabbed his bag and fearlessly walked into the hotel, like a man who wasn't in danger of being butt-raped by a potentially dangerous superstar.

Ted was a bit slower—a bit less confident—completely embarrassed to be in the state he was in at a public place. But once they reached check-in, the congenial desk attendant didn't even bat an eye and produced a room key, soon they were on their way to what they hoped would be safety. When in the room, after everyone had settled in—tossed their things in the corner and jumped on the beds—they glanced at the clock; it was still pretty early for any of the nearby clothing stores to be open.

"Should we wash the trunks we have on?" Cody asked with a yawn, stretching out leisurely on one of the hotel beds.

"We have a couple hours before the mall will be open…" Ted said hesitantly, beside the younger man, looking over to Randy, who perched on the opposite bed, questioningly. Said man immediately fired up.

"Oh hell no! I'm not going to be completely naked under these—awesome—pajamas if that perverted freak shows up!" Randy half-shouted immediately putting an end to that line of thought. "Lets just take a breather and go over what's happening at the house show tonight. That'll at least give us something to focus on until it's time for Cody to go."

And that's exactly what they did, Randy still way too wired to even grasp the concept of sleep. They decided to arrive at the designated area early in hopes of locating Batista before the general craziness of pre-show began. Randy assured both younger men that he could not, under any circumstances, be left alone, and demanded that someone be with him at all times, because he was the target.

After they'd gathered the sketches of a mapped out plan in their minds, Cody changed into a pair of unwashed sweatpants, tugged on a 'RKO' shirt, and headed out to the nearest outlet mall. Ted watched him exit the room with anxious eyes, worried for the well-being of his younger friend, while Randy simply sat on the bed, his hands over his face as he tried extremely hard to block out the images from the night before.

Cody, on the other hand, was practically worry free! Not that the current situation didn't have him feeling slightly alarmed, but sometimes having ADD was something of a blessing. He wasn't as emotionally affected by certain things as his partners were, and that sort of made him the support of the three of them in their dire predicament.

It didn't take him very long to purchase what was needed, and head back in the direction of the hotel. And as he scooped the bags up and climbed out of the car, he caught a glimpse of John Morrison and Evan Bourne talking agitatedly, and gesticulating wildly at—what Cody supposed was—their rental car. As he watched curiously, John jerked out his phone and stomped over to a bit of shade, while dialing furiously. Interest peaked, Cody made his way over to the shorter wrestler, leaning against the side of the car.

"Is everything okay, man?" he questioned, tilting his head in concern as he adjusted the bags hanging on his arm.

Evan gave him his usual goofy grin, "Stupid rental won't start. John's calling the company right now," he informed with a light shrug.

"Well, hey. If you guys need a lift to the show, we're heading there a little early to... uh, go over some things," Cody proposed, before immediately wishing he hadn't, slightly worried Randy might not agree so much with his idea. Evan was about bouncing out of his tennis shoes at the offer.

"Seriously? That would be awesome! I was getting worried, I'll admit… Maybe they can take care of it before then, but if not, I will definitely take you up on that!" Evan grinned excitedly, leaping forward to give Cody a huge hug. "Oh! Here, I'll put my number in your phone and you can just give me a call before you leave!"

"Okie dokey," Cody agreed, reaching in his back pocket to tug his cell out and hand it over, then switching the bags to his other hand in order to take it back. "Okay then, I'll talk to you later, man!"

"Bye-bye!" Evan bid adieu, with a slight wave at Cody's back as the taller wrestler headed into the hotel.

It took a little more bag-juggling, in order for Cody to find the key card and stick it in the slot, finally managing to get the door open. Both occupants sat up abruptly at his entrance, identically apprehensive expressions on their faces, before they registered—with sighs of relief—that it was only Cody.

Ted hurried over to quickly grab the bags out of Cody's hands, dashing to the bathroom, desperate to change into something clean.

Randy, plopped back down onto his bed, once again burying his face in his hands. All this uncertainty and fear made him worry for his sanity. Cody, now empty-handed thanks to Ted, shuffled over to he Viper nervously, trying his hardest not to fidget with his hands. "Um, Randy?"

He watched Randy's hands gradually slide from his face as the older man focused just on him, icy gray eyes staring hard at him. "Er, I-I kind of told John Morrison and Evan if their car was still not working, then, um, we'd… uh, give them a ride to the arena ifthatsokay!" He finished rapidly, stammering and stumbling all over his words as he cringed under Randy's intense gaze.

He waited, gulping loudly, not quite able to meet Randy's eyes, for fear he'd messed up, and was just about to get the verbal lashing of his life. But Randy just stared blankly at nothing for a moment, as he processed the younger wrestler's words, before saying calmly, "That's fine Cody, we should be safer in a crowd anyway. We just can't forget the mission."

"Of course not!" Cody replied, immediately happy again after getting Randy's approval, and flopping down on the bed beside the deeply contemplating man, who reverted back to thinking mode. Once Ted arrived from the bathroom fully clothed and a little bit more comfortable looking, Cody bounced up from his relaxing seat beside the Orton and started humming the mission impossible song, once again, taking his place to get changed.

When they finally reached their destination, to say Randy was extremely annoyed would be something of an understatement.

It had taken forever to get everyone together, Morrison and Evan needing a ride after all. After a good twenty minutes of loading people into the car and at last getting on the road, it didn't help that Cody, Morrison, and Evan were squished in the backseat going on and on and arguing about the stupidest of irrelevant things.

Yes, Randy let out a huge sigh of relief once they'd finally pulled in to the parking lot and the other two extras left, taking their idle chatter with them. All he wanted was Cody and Ted with him, they were the only people he could trust right now. And they were a hell of a lot quieter than Morrison and Evan.

When they entered the backstage, a tech showed them where their locker room was and they went in though they had nothing to set down, having decided to safely lock away everything mildly important in the trunk, just in case.

"Should I go see if Batista's here, now?" Cody asked, practically climbing up the walls as he struggled to sit still on the bench. Ted shook his head, he knew they shouldn't have let Cody have that caffeinated, Mint Chocolaty Chip Mocha Frappuccino coffee at the hotel Starbucks, but it was too late.

The youngest member of their trio, had been slowly driving Randy even more crazy than Ted feared he already was. It'd probably be good to let him go and work off some of that sugar high away from Randy before he got hurt, but Ted wasn't completely comfortable with Cody being away from him. He screwed his eyes shut tight, as he recalled the secret he'd kept from his teammates. He didn't know what was going on in his head anymore, or why he'd done what he did when he was supposed to be getting breakfast. It had been only a short detour, but afterwards he'd just wanted to bang his head against the wall multiple times. Everything was so complicated and all the over-thinking he had been doing lately wasn't helping at all. But, at least his secret was safe.

It need never come to light unless he wished it to. His two partners would never know.

"God, go Cody! Just go!" Randy growled, waving the youngest off, as he continued to pace the small space of their locker room, back and forth and back and forth. Scenes replaying in his head, that he really wished weren't playing there, torturing him with fear and the need to hide somewhere small and dark and never crawl out. He clenched his fists violently, NOBODY turned Randy Orton into a scared little pussy cat.

That was not how he worked and he would defeat John if it was the last thing he did!

Once again, Cody slipped out of the room, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he headed down the halls. It was a disconcerting feeling of déjà vu, but luckily the over-dosage of caffeine kept the fear from his veins, and he merely continued on, until a familiar voice made him spin around in surprise.

"Do you do anything besides walk around looking for people?" The Miz asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the wrestler before him. He straightened from where he'd been leaning, leisurely, against the brick wall. "At least you're not humming this time," he scoffed absently, stepping over to the boy.

Cody glanced around nervously, realizing that he'd so plainly missed him just leaning there. Jeez, how much caffeine did he drink? "Uh yeah, I tried, but I kept getting Jurassic Park instead of Mission Impossible for some reason..." he answered halfheartedly, not quite paying attention to the conversation as he searched for any signs of Dave Batista.

"Huh?" Mike stared at Cody, not quite sure of the normality of the kid's mental state. "I swear… you three. You guys've got serious issues. Must be all the baby oil you use," he mused with a smirk, holding in a chuckle at his own joke.

"Don't worry," Cody murmured, still glancing around. "I don't think I'll ever drink body oil again. Bad experience and all that. Someone spiked it, actually."

Mike just stared with his mouth gaping in the position Cody's was more likely to be found—open like a little fish. Who knew the Miz could be rendered speechless?

"So, um, have you seen Batista around? I kinda need to… ask him a question," Cody inquired, deciding he'd better get a move on, or Randy would be angry with him.

Mike simply turned to the right, taking a few steps, and jabbed his finger at a big door, still looking quite flabbergasted.

"Oh wow, thank you so much!" Cody enthused, hopping up a like an Energizer bunny and bounding towards the older wrestler. Miz was immediately worried he might try to hug him, so he abruptly held his hands up, out in front of him shaking his head and backing away slowly.

Cody tilted his head at the Miz's weird behavior, before shrugging, and racing back to tell his two older teammates. He got to the locker room door in record time and tried to knock to the tune of Star Wars, so that they wouldn't get all freaked out when opening the door!

Sure enough, Cody heard the click on the lock unlatching and there stood Ted and Randy, watching with expectant, raised brows. They knew Cody like the back of their hands, and Star Wars was a dead give away, Randy was at least pleased to not have his heart leaping out of his chest for once.

"Agent Cody has successfully located Dave Batista!" He stated proudly, grinning from ear to ear. "Come on, let's go!"

And then there they were, standing outside the simple, gray door that would hopefully give them the answers they so desperately needed. Randy took a deep breath, this was his only chance at finding a way around the lunacy that was John Cena. With a sharp nod, he gently pushed the youngest forward.

"Knock Cody."

I hope y'all find this worth the wait! Sorry I couldn't fit in the Batista part but it's coming I promise!

Huge thank you to Rody (aka the 15 yr old) for her awesome editing skills, I type like a bunny on crack when I get going and she is great at making it all make sense =D

-Rody DiBiOrton.