Here's my update. Don't laugh. I know it's weird.
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Light
Thoughts of Randy swirl and churn and twist inside of John's head as he walks towards the ring. His face's rigid, his eyes are only a cover of blue against the pain of last night, his hair's covered by his hat and his eyes suddenly catch the Miz at the ring.
The sight makes him sick.
You know that he knows that you're not as good as you look. John Cena steps inside of the ring, already feeling disgusted without hearing a word escaping the Miz's mouth and he stares and the Miz opens his mouth to say something and John suddenly feels his stomach uneasily flip but the Miz, instead, charges towards him. John's so into his own little world that the Miz pushes him against the metal part of the ring with so little effort.
John then grabs onto the Miz's shoulders and violently, harshly, easily, pushes him down onto the floor to see the Miz look up at him with blazed fiery in his eyes and John doesn't need to say anything else or do anything else because he can see the fire that burns inside of the Miz's eyes just as well as he could replay the events of last night in his mind, over and over and over again. Concentrate, idiot. Concentrate. As just about when John's going to administrate the Five Knuckle Shuffle, the lights of the entire arena goes out.
The darkness falls.
This he knows so well, this he sees and hears and breathes all the time but and as he gets lost in the darkness…he doesn't think he's in the ring anymore you're somewhere where it's cold and icy, rigid and hard, snowy and dark and you can't get out and you know that you're stuck here forever and ever and ever and you'd rather be here than be in the ring. John Cena sucks in a quick breath and then, the lights flicker all at once.
He can feel his eyes burn into their sockets from the brightness and he thinks he's blind and he realizes that the Miz is down on the floor, completely out cold you know that he has know idea just how lucky he is to be in his own little world where everything's completely perfect and John looks up to face the image of Randy. Hard and cold, hard eyes covering up pain and he knows that this is the same mask that he uses, hard and firm, to unmask every inch of pain from his eyes and his face and no one can tell that he's actually breaking on the inside.
He holds the microphone in his hands, tight and firm. "Last night," Randy begins, his voice clear and lucid and thick. "I was Cena's personal toy. He played a joke on me. Wrote me a love note and stuck it in my locker. Of course, Cena, the joke's on you now."
John's eyes widen in horror at the subject that slips off Randy's tongue so easily you know that he's hurting as much as you are. "Yeah, okay, I messed it up with the entire McMahon thing. Some people say it was cruel and it was. But God, oh God, I did not deserve what Cena did." He takes a deep breath and clutches the mike even tighter in his hand. "You think it's funny knowing that you can be played like with a toy even when you step out of the ring and you're not in the mood for playing? You think it's funny to make fun of me where everyone can see, Cena? It's not. I swear it's not."
He throws the mike on the ground and his eyes have another million words to say but his body doesn't take the fact as he charges John and shoves him to the ropes. Randy's hand balls into a fist and he throws a harsh punch at Cena's gut and John's stomach flips again as he takes Randy's arm and twists it behind Randy's back—
"What the hell is going on?!" Vince McMahon's voice rips through the air with shock and anger bubbling through them as he stares down at the knocked down Miz and back at the fighting duo.
"Orton, what the hell are you doing? This is Miz and Cena's match!"
Randy doesn't even take a minute to respond. He has the words just at the tip of his tongue but they don't slip out and when he's ready to respond, Vince cuts him off before he even says anything and decides for himself. "If I find you playing around in other people's matches, Orton then I'll make sure you'll like your next match." Vince threatens. "A tag team against Chris Jericho and Edge with no disqualification."
John Cena lies on his bed in a hotel room and he knows that he can't stop thinking about the darkness that engulfs him in the ring it's the stupidest best fantasy you've ever had and the blackness has been interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing over and over, again and again. He finally grabs onto the damn thing and takes the call and then realizes that it's Mike.
"Hey, John, just saw TV. Man, you're really trying to do this, huh? You're trying to get Orton…sweet. John, let's sweeten things up. I want you to get married to him quick. I'll give you two weeks. You know that you're supposed to stay with him for about two months. And if you win, man…which has the chances of Hardy falling in love with Punk…"
"I got it, Mike. Two weeks. I don't know how the hell am I going to do it but I am going to do it. I can do it, understand? I'm the John Cena and I can do it!" he exclaims and tries to believe it but he's so damn tired that nothing he says now sounds right but it doesn't sound stupid either and he hears the dial tone before he shuts the lights off and falls into the darkness you know that you're always seeing the bright shining sun light a fire in you. But none of that seems to matter anymore and nothing seems to matter more than those few hours that he's actually slipped into the darkness which feels like forever.
John Cena's never asked for forever but he wants it so much right now. He wants to be in this forever ever darkness because it's the only way he can hide nine year old John thirteen year old John sad John confused John little John just plain everything and he doesn't want anyone to see.
They really don't understand what he says.
You can't see me.
No one ever could.
Sort of short. :P Sorry. I didn't know what else to add. Review??
- Sam