Chapter Title: Power Overwhelming
Disclaimer: It's all in my brain; I named him Sebastian (true story!)
Warning: Next chapter will be shorter, but I promise it will be worth it! Also, due to the lack of length I should have it done faster…. I hope XD
Pairings: Centon, Codiasi...so far
Author Note: The "OMG, AWESOME" part will be next chapter, I just couldn't fit it in, sorry! But a HUGE thank you to everyone who read and reviewed!

Cody took a deep breath and suddenly grew very nervous, his knock was a bit lackluster due to this. He quickly glanced up into Randy Orton's scowling face, and hurriedly tried again, much louder this time.

It only was less than half a minute, but felt much longer to the three men forced to stand outside the door. Waiting. No one really wanted to get their hopes up too high, however, it was really hard not to.

They heard the sound of footsteps and the click and turn of the doorknob as it finally opened a mere few inches. Just enough for the Legacy to see the dark brown eyes of Dave Batista.

Randy leaned in close. "Aren't you going to invite us in? There are some important things we need to discuss with you," he said, his voice low and free of any inflection.

The door gradually opened wider, but only so that they could see all of Batista's face as he jerkily shook his head no, emphasized by his next words. "No way, man! I know what's going on and I'm not bringing his attention back to me! So you just turn around right now and LEAVE!" He then frantically tried to close the door, but Randy—quick as a snake—managed to wedge his foot in, keeping Batista from fully closing it.

Ted and Cody just looked on with wide fearful eyes at the trembling mess the huge man had become. Somehow, seeing the effects John Cena's pursuit had on someone outside their own tight knit group, brought home the desperate reality of the situation more than ever before.

Randy, growing irritated with the tension, abruptly threw his shoulder into the door, surprising the man on the other side into stumbling back and away. With a rapid glance behind him, Randy grabbed Ted and Cody's arms and yanked them into the room, the door shutting with a final sounding click. A sharp elbow into Ted's side made him turn around and twist the lock, thus sealing them in with the person holding the very valuable information.

Batista had staggered back against the wall during this invasion and now just stood there motionless, like a deer in headlights, as they curiously looked around the room. He knew what they saw–an extremely messy hole of a place with a pathetic figure half huddled in the corner.

Indeed their thoughts had run in that same direction. Randy could only stare in horrified wonder at the very stressed and frightened looking Batista. The Viper very much didn't want to know what had lead him to this state, but for the sake of his butt cherry he had to be strong and get the info they needed—no matter what.

"Tell us what you know. The faster you give us what we need, the sooner we'll be out of your way," Ted managed, striving for a reasonable approach. But before Batista could say anything—if he was going to—another voice cut him off.

"Oh my God! What did he do to you?" Cody suddenly burst out, half hiding behind Ted's larger form.

Batista just stared from one face to another, visibly trembling, his eyes watery and wide. He didn't know what to do… or well, he didn't know what John wanted him to do. There was no way John wouldn't have guessed at them coming here, he would enjoy it knowing he could use the encounter to mentally torture both parties.

Batista inwardly cursed. He just couldn't take it anymore! The paranoia, constantly looking over his shoulder, searching for double meanings behind every word. Not to mention the physical torture, and seeing Randy brought it all back.

He had once been like that: strong, confident, positive he could somehow win. Randy didn't understand, like Batista hadn't understood. He and John's championship match didn't matter in the least. It was just a deadline made to make the victim rush, panic, and flounder. John always got what he wanted and the more twisted the getting, the better.

Still he hesitated, unsure what course of action would be best. What did John want? It was a thought that dominated his brain constantly eating at way at his morale until there was barely anything left of himself.

Batista focused on Randy's face, trying to ignore the flutterings of panic that shot through his body every few seconds. Randy looked angry, on edge, and more than a little crazed.

There's no way John would expect Batista to hold out, but maybe… maybe he could do something more. Batista knew a bit of information that John hadn't realized he'd let slip. Maybe, just maybe, Batista could help the man before him. Help save the dignity he had left.

Batista nodded resolutely. He'd decided. He would tell Randy what John would want him to tell, and a little something extra.

Slowly, wearily, he started to speak. "You… you should realize that by the time John is through with you, you'll be in no shape to win any kind of match. That's the goal, though his enjoyment in the game itself plays a big part. I was grateful he focused on you. Left me alone the last couple weeks."

"Couple weeks?" Ted asked hurriedly, one hand keeping Randy from stepping forward at the words that called this horrible business John was making a good thing.

"Yeah, he chooses his victims carefully, slowly eliminating possibilities. Then he takes a couple days to get his plans into place. How those plans turn out, decides what he does next."

Cody had, at first, paid very close attention to the big man still half leaning on the wall in front of them, but after a while of watching Batista's hands nervously twitch, Cody got bored and turned his attention to the room itself.

Slyly, he slipped back around the other two men, coming to a quiet stop at a table with what seemed to be a month's worth of mail-like scrap all over it. After a quick glance over his shoulder, to be sure the others were still occupied with awkward conversation, Cody began to quietly shuffle through the piles of papers. There were two envelopes—violently torn open—just beneath a few loose-leaf articles, one of which appeared to have something still in it.

Poor Cody was so busy satisfying his curiosity that he didn't notice the silence that had fallen over the room, or the fact that Randy had shifted his position slightly, thus revealing Cody's mischievous doings.

Batista, upon seeing where he was, let a shout and jumped frantically towards Cody, who screeched and, still holding the paper in his hand, instantly darted behind Ted with huge blue eyes. Once there, he quickly tugged the slip of something from the envelope, hurriedly looking over at what he held, before Batista could push aside the other men and take it away.

"Hey, you look kinda like Heidi!" He exclaimed aloud, turning the square in his hand this way and that. "In a …scary, muscular kind of way."

Both men, who had been restraining Batista from attacking their youngest, instantly spun around, simultaneously exclaiming, "WHAT?"

Cody compliantly held the picture up, leaning forward slightly so that they could see. But both men—upon viewing the article in question—wrenched back with expressions of horror and shock.

Batista took this opportunity to shove forward and rip the shameful image from Cody's hand, holding it tightly to his chest, his face completely red.

"Was it Halloween?" Cody asked curiously, apparently not as disturbed by the picture as his partners. Like he saw big scary men in little dresses and blond pigtail wigs all the time.

"No it wasn't fucking Halloween!" Batista shouted back, tears suddenly in his eyes. "It was that depraved evil lunatic, John!"

Cody's brows pulled together in a confused frown. "But why would he make you dress up like a girl? I don't get it!" He whined.

"'CAUSE HE'S AN INSANE FREAK, YOU IDIOT!" Batista jerked forward, his arms raising as though to strangle the poor boy.

Ted immediately stepped in front of Cody, blocking the younger man from Batista's view. "Just chill out, man. We're all a little tense, I think," he said in his best calm-the-crazy-person voice, his hands raised in a peaceful gesture. Lord knows, he'd had plenty of practice at it lately.

He had a hard time getting the words out though, considering. Between the shock of what Batista had begun to reveal—which he truly didn't want to think about much—and the feeling of Cody's body pressed against his back, well... it really was lucky he could form any coherent thoughts.

As he watched Batista stumble away and slump down onto a stool, Ted saw Randy take a couple steps back. He waited to see what their leader would do next. It was almost comically hard to keep his mind in the here and now, even with the horrifying craziness in front of him. All he could think about was Cody and his secret. Ted needed his head to be in the twisted game, so that they could win, but instead he just felt adrift. All because a certain someone wouldn't get out of his head, except… maybe he liked him there.

The certain someone carefully inched his head out over Ted's shoulder, like a cautious turtle peeking out to be sure it was safe, "I'm, uh… sorry 'bout whatever I said," he told Batista warily, feeling sort of bad for the poor man. Batista merely glared at him, before taking a deep breath.

"Just shut up and listen, you three. I'm not repeating any of this and when I'm done you guys are out of here, do not even think of coming back!" Batista gave them all a threatening stare, and it was the most normal thing they had seen him do yet. But they processed his words, and moved a little closer to the man, faces tense, preparing themselves to hear what he would say.

"The man is a genius at strategy. He'll have you no matter what, either before the match if he can break you down, or you will be so terrorized that it will be a cinch for him to beat you. He has plans for his plans, he's maniacal and smart. And…" his voice faltered for a moment. "Well… uh, you don't want him to get you …he, uh, he has no limits or boundaries and uh… he's just a big weirdo and he'll do stuff to you—"

"You mean like sexual stuff?" Cody piped up, only trying to help with the awkwardness that suddenly filled the room.

"Yes, dammit, am I not speaking English? Do you need some butt-fucking diagrams? What's wrong with you?" He barked out, breathing heavily, his brown eyes filled with rage and embarrassment.

They had all flinched at the outburst, eyes huge, as they waited to see if he would say anything else. Batista's face fell into his hands and they figured that was all they were getting, besides they really didn't want to press their luck, The Animal seemed more than ready to crack and they didn't want be around when he did. But just when the three wrestlers turned to go, figuring the conversation over, Batista stopped them.

"Wait." His voice made them all halt in their tracks, glancing over their shoulders. "There's one more thing. Something I don't think he knows that I know. John never uses the same tricks twice. That's why my telling you details wouldn't do any good." He winced at the word 'details', before taking a breath and continuing.

"What I'm trying to say is… he's not working alone. I don't know who, but he has someone. I'm not completely sure what this other person does, but my guess would be to spy, get you into your comfort zone and then leak all your information to John. Though I have no proof, I'm almost positive. If you find this someone, you'll have an Edge no one else had. Now scram."

With that he got up and walked towards Legacy, they taking a step back for each of his forward, before finally reaching the door and hurriedly leaving. Batista slammed it shut behind them and they could hear the clicks of the locks reengaging.

The walk back to their room was much different the second time around.

Before, they had been excited, ready to do battle, to win this sick game. Now, however, they had seen what could happen, they knew just how high the stakes actually were.

Nobody was really in the mood to talk about Batista himself, it was too appalling how changed he was. Instead, they discussed what they had learned, none of them actually saying his name.

Randy, above all, tried so hard to block it all out. He could feel the panic building up, regardless. It was more and more imperative that they find out who this supposed 'other guy' was, but they honestly had no earthly idea.

"It could be anyone!" Ted said, running his fingers through his hair with a frustrated growl. Cody put his hand on his shoulder sympathetically, the soft skin of his fingers pressing lightly into his bare collar bone. And just like that Ted was instantly in that place where the feel of Cody dominated and controlled his thoughts.

Randy shifted suddenly, causing the younger men to immediately glanced over, a bit worried at the "Oh my God" look on his face. They both watched carefully, as Randy inhaled gradually, still looking slightly stunned.

"There's only one way to find out."

Cody blinked, curiously. "How?"

"We have to break into his dressing room," Randy said gravely, his entire body tense, arms wrapped around his middle as his gray eyes glared at the tile of the locker room floor.

"You've… got to be kidding," Ted whispered, sounding thoroughly horrified. Randy shook his head slowly.

"Tonight, when we do the tag match. Both of us will be in the ring, and you two will already be done with your match for the night. It's the perfect time."

"But, but I don't wanna go into his room! What if he's got it booby-trapped or something?" Cody wailed, his blue eyes huge.

"Hey, I have to be in the freaking ring with him! I can't do anything when he gets all touchy-feely molesting man on me, the least you two can do is go into the room when he's not even there!" Randy growled, teeth bared. "Both of you will be going, so stop whining!"

Cody let out a sigh of relief at Randy's words, feeling much more relaxed knowing that Ted would be at his side, with a short shrug, he gave a small trembled smile in Ted's direction.

Randy paced back and forth anxiously, waiting for his name to be called and his music to play. The other three guys, which included John, that he would be facing were already out in the ring. All he had to do was his job, simple right?

Not quite so much when it took all of his limited self control not to scream "He's trying to rape me!" to the world and point at John, followed by running away like a five year old running from cooties.

He could do this, he had to. There was no way in hell he was gonna end up like Batista: a play thing with no dignity, respect… or butt cherry.

Randy just hoped the other two could handle the mission they had been given….

Suddenly, he heard his name being announced and it was time to put away thoughts of possible failure, and the groping that was sure to come. He stepped out onto the entrance ramp, and prayed he wouldn't get tagged in.

Meanwhile, Ted and Cody were currently creeping around the hallways, both men still sweaty and decked out in ring gear from their earlier match, chests still heaving.

"What are we gonna do if the door's locked? I don't know how to pick a lock," Cody asked worriedly, keeping a death grip on Ted's bicep as his eyes darted around slightly paranoid.

"I brought a credit card just in case, hopefully that'll work. If not …then we'll just have to bust the door open," Ted replied attempting to sound calm and wishing Cody wouldn't bump hips with him so much. It was very distracting, not to mention the feelings it aroused didn't help his currently stressed out nerves very much.

Several times, the boy had pressed against him when they thought they heard someone coming, and Ted could swore he could feel Cody's sweat on his own skin. That and the firm grip he had on his arm had him fighting to hold back highly unwanted reactions.

After what felt like an eternity, they made it to the door in question, and stood together outside it silently, feeling all the fear the man who owned it caused in them build up at the sight of it.

Finally Ted said softly, "Go, on, see if it's open." Cody frowned.

"Nuh uh, I ain't touching it! You do it!" Cody vehemently whispered back, glaring at the blonde. But before Ted could reply, another voice cut him off.

"Do I want to know why you two dimwits are talking to a door?" A voice questioned, from somewhere behind them.

Both men jumped up, startled, and Ted was mildly annoyed when Cody rushed behind him, pushing him forward a couple steps as a human shield. "Take him! Take him! I don't wanna die!" He cried, and Ted's heart rate increased as he fought down the bile in his throat. He didn't wanna die! Or worse: be molested by Mr. Lick Me Lemon!

Cody peeked out from behind Ted's broad shoulder, something he seemed to be doing a lot lately. Maybe he should get him a gift of some sort to compensate for always using him? Especially since the man in front of them turned out only to be the Miz.

"Seriously, what the hell are you guys doing?" Miz asked, as he shook his head, almost not wanting to know the answer.

Ted stood frozen, like that deer in headlights, his mouth opening and shutting a few times, but no words escaping.

It was Cody who came to the rescue before the silence could become suspicious. "We're making super special secret Legacy plans! We didn't want to chance someone listening in at our locker room, so we came here. Yep!" He informed rolling out the excuse like a trained liar, trying his best to look innocent.

Miz quirked an eyebrow. "Something around here is 'special' and it's not any sort of plans," he half-mumbled, a slightly freaked-out, but mostly annoyed look adorning his face.

"Oh I know! Wait… what?"

Miz just sighed. It almost wasn't worth the waste of a good insult, when the person you were insulting didn't even get it. Gorgeous faces and bodies aside, he was seriously starting to wonder about the mental health of Legacy.

He eyed the two men a moment more, "I think on the off-chance crazy is contagious, I'm just going to walk away and pretend this didn't happen."

"Okay! We'll see ya later, and thanks for thinking about our health!" Cody chirped, while waving good bye still in his 'pretend to be innocent' mode.

"Hey! I didn't mean—oh, whatever. I'm outta here," Miz grumbled, spinning on his heel and stomping away.

Ted and Cody stayed suspended in place until they couldn't see the other man anymore, then, with one more quick glance around to make sure no one else was in the general vicinity, Ted shoved Cody to the door in front of them.

"What the hell?" The brunette exclaimed, affronted as he bounced away from the door as if he'd been stung.

"Ha! You've already touched it, now see if its unlocked," Ted demanded, with his 'I'm the oldest, do as I say' face on. Cody sent a pout his way, that was swiftly changed to a nervous glower as he took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob.

Both men held their breaths as he went to turn it, and in unison they let the trapped air out when it turned easily, just like any other door. Carefully, Cody pushed it open, expecting to see something truly horrifying, but instead it was nothing more than a nearly empty room with the usual table, chairs, and a suitcase on the floor.

"Okay," Ted finally said, after they had fully glanced around to be sure there were no obvious death traps. "We've got to be careful not to mess anything up. We don't want him to know we've been here." Cody nodded.

"Fine, but since I touched the door, you have to go through the bag. I'll see if there's anything else lying around," Cody said peevishly.

On the other side of the building Randy was running like a crazed lunatic to their locker room. For someone who was known for making slow entrances and exits, this was pretty surprising to the backstage hands who were staring at him as he bolted past.

All he could think about was the huge goofy—yet nefarious—grin that had graced John's face the entire time they wrestled. His hands clutching at Randy's hips and legs. It was like the flashbacks of the other night. And it was pure luck he didn't vomit all over the ring his nerves were strung so tight.

Randy flew through the locker room doorway at record speed and in a flash had the locks twisted securely. He sincerely hoped Cody and Ted would be back soon. John would be out there for another fifteen minutes or so, shaking hands and posing for pictures, but despite this Randy wanted his boys by his side. Now.

With a thick swallow, he paced the small confines of the room, back and forth, as he listened impatiently for the sound of footsteps, absently nipping at his fingernails. It was during this frantic movement, that he felt something scratch against his lower back.

Randy froze, eyes widening as he immediately turned to try and find the cause of the irritating sensation. He went abruptly still, when he saw the bit of white sticking out from the top of his black trunks and, gulping, he ever so slowly grasped it with his thumb and forefinger and pulled.

It tugged free with no resistance, and he held it up to eyelevel to see it clearly. Upon inspection, it turned out to be a piece of paper folded in half, as small as a fortune from a fortune cookie. Randy stared at it in confusion, frowning. Only one thought going through his mind. How in the hell did it end up in his Speedo?

Back in John Cena's dressing room, the boys were getting frustrated.

Cody had found a couple of random magazines and a bottle of water, but that was it and Ted was digging through the suitcase, carefully moving aside clothes and other items. It was hard not to mess anything up while making a thorough search, however, he didn't really know what he was searching for so it just sucked all around.

And just when he was about to give up, he opened the pocket on the outside and struck gold!

"Cody come here!" Ted beckoned, ushering the younger boy over.

As Cody walked the short distance and kneeled, Ted held up what he had uncovered.

"His cell phone?"

"Yep! Now lets see who he's been calling and what his text messages say, maybe we'll find something useful."

Both men leaned over the small electronic device as Ted began pushing buttons.

Randy, chewing his lower lip, apprehensively opened the small note, dread coiling in his stomach. He had a good idea who it was from. He closed his eyes and wished he could just crumple it up and throw it away, the note would only escalate the feelings of panic, but he had to know or the curiosity would eat away at him.

Glancing down, Randy gradually read the words scrawled across the paper, and his eyes grew huge, sweat forming across his brow, face turning scarlet, and mouth dropping open.

What the FUCK?

Ted and Cody grinned, having finally found the correct menu to get to John's text messages. The younger of the two scooted even closer to Ted then he already was in order to get a better look. Now they would find out who the spy in their midst was!

As they began to scroll through the messages, reading every individual line, Cody suddenly gasped, his eyes so huge they looked as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets. At Cody's sudden astonishment, Ted frantically followed his gaze, only to have the name of their betrayer glaring up at him in black letters.

He glanced over at Cody, who looked beyond shocked. "It's him." Cody swallowed hard, lower lip trembling.

"No way…" He murmured, he never would have supected it, or who rather.

Ted merely shook his head, his eyes narrowing at the name that glowed on the screen.

Evil Cliffy FTW!