Chapter 7:
Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
I didn't manage to get the original Chapter 7 up in time so that's now going to be chapter 8 - Randy's birthday night out, a mess. And because too much awesome stuff happened at Mania and the following Raw to miss out on.
I AM SO HAPPY PAIGE IS DUAL LADIES CHAMP...feud with Lay please! #RuleBritannia. Anyway..
RIP Ultimate Warrior :( I didn't watch him in his heyday but just days after seeing him on Raw...sobering.
Anyway, on with the show.
Daniel Bryan was on cloud nine.
He'd FINALLY done it.
He was WWE World Heavyweight Champion.
After all the stop starting, all the on screen bullying at the hands of the McMahon-Helmsley faction...the illicit romantic turmoils and dalliances with other men...he'd had his Wrestlemania moment. And it couldn't have been better.
He was greeted by Brie the moment he'd disapperead through the curtain, leaving Ride Of The Valkyries and the screams of the New Orleans crowd in his wake.
After walking the corridor of superstars and divas arm-in-arm with his fiancee, the little bearded man caught Sheamus' eye. The tall Irishman shot him an almost sneering smile before huffing, shaking his head and turning away.
Daniel had to admit he was hurt.
Sheamus could have at least threw stuff to one side to show some respect. Just because the crowd hated him in HIS match. But Daniel knew that he couldn't let his past ruin his moment. So he just padded to the locker room.
"BRYAN!"
"Hey Codes.."
"C'mon...you have to come and party...!"
"Give me a chance to breathe..."
Cody just fixed the little bearded man with a look. Well he tried. Cody might not have agreed with Daniel's behaviour lately but he was still a friend and the ravenette did not appreciate being hurled under a bus whilst Daniel had a sexual identity crisis.
"Why are you not associating with any of us anymore? It's not my problem you slept with Randy."
Daniel almost knocked him out and thanking FUCK Brie wasn't in the room at that point.
"Keep your fucking voice down!"
"Why?" Cody demanded, "You didn't have to go and fuck him. You could have told him to keep his thirsty legs closed and appreciate Cena more, you know."
"You really are a bitch, aren't you?" Daniel said, "I have just had the moment I have worked my ass off for 15 years for out there, and all you can do is insult me?"
"Wait, I didn't insult you, I just said, you could have said no. People have said no to Randy Orton before, believe it or not."
"Just remember that guy mentored you," Daniel challenged.
"About how to get the perfect sheen of baby oil, gloss on the lips and maybe a bit of wrestling stuff," Cody said, shrugging, "Dustin's been more of a mentor than Randalyn has. I just don't get why you don't want to be my friend anymore? It's not like I'll throw on the radioactive suit because you have a female fiance...never stopped me before. Do you really think I'm that shallow Bryan?"
"No...I didn't mean..."
"You didn't need to say that, I know you think that," Cody said, blue eyes crinkling, "You think I'm heterophobic."
"For GOD'S SAKE!" exploded Daniel, "You know your real problem? You make EVERYTHING always about you! Well thanks for ruining my moment Cody! And you want to make things personal? At least my Wrestlemania 30 moment was an acheivement. Not being thrown out of a ring full of jobbers in the piss break slot!"
"Oh really? You went there?! Piss break slot, huh?" sassed Cody, "At least the crowd gave a fuck about the ANdre The Giant battle royal which is more than can be said about your darling fiancee and her plastic sister! Fancy going on after the streak was broken. Would have been kinder to cut the sorry hot mess altogether."
Daniel saw red. He'd heard more than enough.
He punched Cody squarely in the mouth, sending the younger brunette stumbling backwards onto the floor.
He was shaking, glowering at Cody.
The small man stomped to the corner of the locker room and began to change.
"What the hell happened to you?" asked Josh Mathews when he saw Cody's bloody lip outside the arena.
"Don't want to talk about it," snarled Cody.
"Who have you upset now?"
"Didn't upset anyone. Just told the truth."
Josh shook his head and followed Cody towards the rental where Eden was already waiting.
It was a silent drive back to the hotel. Well this was fun. It had been one hell of a Wrestlemania. And now it seemed like another lifespan altogether. Cody was huffing mutinously through his nose as he drove. Obviously with Eden in the car, Josh just hated it even more. Essentially he was carrying on with a married man. Who'd clearly upset someone backstage and wasn't about to say who it was.
Fuck it.
The little man needed a drink.
Cody can be with wifey dearest tonight cos Josh was fifty shades of done. He wasn't going to spoil the night for Josh.
Once they were at the grand hotel, Josh just walked a fair way behind Cody and Eden and then darted towards the hotel bar.
Without even scanning the place to see who was there, he went to the bar.
"Double vodka, no ice."
"Hey," came an English accent and Josh looked up to see Layla.
"Hey," he said, "You don't look happy."
"I'm not, Michelle's holed herself away...AJ's flashing her ring to all and sundry...once again I'm wondering why I bothered coming back," she said.
"Because if you didn't, the haters would win," Josh said.
"Oh and something else," Layla said, "One of your friends from developmental's here to stay."
"What do you mean?"
Layla whispered into his ear and his mouth dropped open.
"NO...way...but Lay that's awesome! That means in the future you could work a program with her!"
"I doubt it...sweet of you to be so faithful," Layla said, "Where's faceache tonight?"
"Gone to be with his pefect wife," scoffed Josh, "Don't know whether I'm coming or going with him. What with Randy moving his birthday party forward a week..."
"I am still invited?" asked Layla.
"Lay, he invited the roster...everyone except Zack Ryder," Josh said, a slight smile on his face.
"I'll see you at Raw," Layla said, pecking him on the cheek, "Night."
"Night Lay."
Several superstars and Divas were enjoying some post-Mania drinks in the hotel bar.
Randy wasn't even pissed off about being dethroned. He was sat on one of the corner couches, head on John Cena's chest, arm linked in John's. He didn't care. That was his man.
Admittedly he'd rather not have to sit with Dave Batista any longer than was necessary but he was in good enough spirits to tolerate the big man.
"So your offer still stands?" grunted Batista, "Entire roster welcome on your birthday night out?"
"Sure, sure, may not be champ anymore but still stands," Randy said, "If you ain't got Hollywood stuff to attend too."
Batista downed his beer. He'd already put a few away. He considered himself open minded and still had a pretty big ego blow when Randy turned his offer of sex down a good few years ago. Randy was still extremely sexy to him. He'd still tap that pretty ass. After all, he'd had Cody's smooth twink ass back in 2008. Cody was one thirsty little whore. And Batista had heard Randy was the same. Only not so bitchy and fem.
"Tongue away Dave," snapped John, spotting the way Batista was leering at Randy, much like a cheetah would scope out a juicy looking impala.
"Johnny," chuckled Randy.
"Just well...I thought with Zack being..."
"DON'T YOU DARE MENTION HIS NAME!" snarled Randy, incensed.
"Whoa..." Even Batista was taken aback by this mood whiplash, "I know the kid's fallen hard but that's harsh man."
"Damn fucking right RYder fell hard. Onto Johnny's dick," Randy erupted, eyes flashing, "Zack RIDER indeed. Fucking dirty whore. Had no business even being here. I hope he gets fed to Alexander Rusev first. In fact..."
He suddenly had THAT naughty smile going on. The one which John thought was cute yet made him uneasy because he knew it meant Randy had done something he'd have to try and clear up.
"You didn't?" chuckled Batista.
"He did," John said, facepalming, "You've told them to debut Rusev tomorrow on Raw and Ryder's his first dinner, right?"
"Yup," Randy said, "That'll teach Slack Ryder to start rubbing his infected ass against you OUTSIDE YOUR FUCKING TOUR BUS IN FRONT OF ME!"
"Territorial much?" quipped Batista.
"Don't get him started," John said, kissing Randy to try and stem the viper rage.
Randy clambered onto John's lap...ass out, teasing Batista.
Now the Animal had a hardon to deal with. Randy was still one hell of a minx even at 34. Dave Batista definitely enjoyed the company of women and men. But men he was more picky with.
"'Scuse me," he muttered, getting to his feet and wandering to the men's room.
"Randall..." spluttered John, "You can stop now..."
"Do you know how tough it was watching you go psycho on Bray Wyatt's red velvet ass in front of the others?" Randy whispered, "Such...a fucking *kiss*...turnon."
"Jesus Randall, your libido this week..."
"Stop being so fucking hot then Johnny."
"Behave."
"Or what?"
"I'll have to punish you."
Randy just grinned from ear to ear. He rubbed his short-clad ass (what? it was a warm night here in New Orleans!) against John's crotch, moaning.
"BEHAVE!" snapped John, throwing Randy off and back onto the couch.
Rather than throw another hissy, Randy just shot him that mischeivous grin one more time.
"Six foot plus, multiple champion, one of the most wanted guys in the biz," John sighed, "And still you're a big pain in the ass. Just control yourself...what if fans are in here?"
"Only open to the roster tonight Johnny."
"Exactly," came a voice and Randy's eyes narrowed, his large body tensed as he looked into the smirking face of Zack Ryder. Oh fucking NO. The thick slut clearly had balls. Or a death wish. Or was as retarded as he looked.
"Get the fuck away from us," he growled.
"Whatcha gonna do Orton, you're not champion anymore," sneered Zack, "Hi John, your match was ace against Wyatt."
"Thanks," John said, stony-faced, a thick arm around Randy's tense lower back.
"You done brown nosing?" spat Randy, "Only we'd like to be alone."
"I can sit wherever I want," Zack said, "Free country."
"You get the fuck away or I'll fucking break your lazy eyed face." Randy was now right in Zack's space.
"See that's your problem Orton," Zack said, "Such a petulant brat. ALways wants things done his way. All because he's worried that Cena might find a much better fuck than your loose flat ass. Stay pressed cos John can get anyone he could have."
"What makes you think you're such a great lay?" Randy snarled, "I bet every guy who's ever fucked you has hit it from behind so they don't have to look at your stupid face."
John shifted guiltily. Even when he'd had the affair with Zack, he'd felt a bit less of a ratbag when taking Zack from behind. But Zack always wanted it face to face. Zack had been way too clingy. One of the many reasons why John had broken their affair off.
"Not everyone can be born into the business Orton," spat Zack, "I survived fucking cancer to get into this only to be treated like dirt after all I give to this company!"
"What? A few shitty smark-baiting YouTube shows? Wearing trunks halfway up your slutty ass saying 'push me'? You might have gotten further if you'd opened those legs to Pat Patterson like all the other desperate sluts that have come and gone!" erupted Randy.
"Why have his old dick when I could get the top guy?" smirked Zack, "I rode that dick HARD Orton. Pity you cou;dn't learn to keep your man the first time. I bet he thinks of me every time he's in you."
"You wish. He only touched you cos he was horny and you'd put out for a Twinkie," snarled Randy.
"Really? Wasn't what he was saying the other night," Zack said, an evil smile lifitng his face.
"You can barely cut a promo so don't even try that," Randy smirked, "Why don't you go and think up how best to lose to the Bulgarian Super Athlete tomorrow?"
"What?" Now the fight had gone from Zack.
"Oh yes Slack, you're Rusev's first course," Randy sneered.
"Randal..." sighed John. He hated it when Randy went full-on bitch at people. Although he appreciated Randy's possesiveness and defence of him totally...there were times when the Missouri native went a bit too far. But to be honest...John wouldn't have Randy any other way. Wouldn't be Randy without testing John's patience once a day.
"I'm not done with you," huffed Zack and he stood up and stormed away.
Randy began to dust his hands off mockingly before giving Zack's retreating back the finger.
"You really can be a bitch," John said, shaking his head, "You could just not respond to his shit."
"You could have kept your dick in your pants!" growled Randy, "Get me another drink!"
John sighed and wandered to the bar as Randy put his bare, trainer clad calves and feet onto the table in front of the couch.
Randy knew he should stop leaping down John's throat every time the Zack issue came about. John had admitted his mistake and apologised countless times for it now. Randy was just petrified he'd lose John to Zack again. Zack might not be much to look at facially in Randy's opinion but the kid had a really hot body.
Randy reached into the pocket of his baggy workout shorts and fished out his cigarettes. He padded across the hotel bar and out a side exit into the balmy Louisiana night air, sparking one up and leaning against the wall.
He jumped when he realised he wasn't alone.
"What you doing out here?" asked Josh.
"Smoking," snarked Randy.
"Didn't think anyone else would come out," Josh said, "Saw Ryder was bothering you again. If you punch his stupid face then he'll go crying to the bosses. He's trying to get a rise out of you...he's all pally with Gabriel these days. I had the unfortunate timing to take a piss and they were in the stalls bitching about everyone on the Mania card. He as good as told Gabriel that he's gonna keep on taunting you until you snap."
Randy was fuming. His fists clenched.
"Anything else..." he growled.
"That's all I heard," Josh said, quickly raising his hands, "I'm gonna head back inside.."
He headed back in leaving Randy to ponder this.
If he kept reacting to Zack then it'll just make things worse.
But if he didn't then he'd just be accused of being a pussy or having no balls or not manning up etc.
Ugh sometimes it was SO frustrating being Randy Orton.
Cody stormed into the hotel bar.
He was furious at himself for mouthing off at Daniel. The small bearded new champion was quite right. He did always turn everything into stuff about him. Layla...and now his friendship with Bryan too. And he'd pissed Josh off again too. He really needed to just grow up.
"What's the matter with you?" asked Dean Ambrose as Cody stomped to the bar.
"Nothing," huffed Cody, "Double vodka no ice please."
"That bad?" Dean said, raising his eyebrows.
"Can I help you Moxley?" snarked Cody.
"Was only asking," Dean said, shrugging, "Oh you just missed Josh by the way. Left five minutes ago."
"Oh great...now he hates me again too!" Cody exploded, paying for his drink and knocking it back, wheezing as the innocent-looking yet deadly clear liquid burned his throat.
"What happened?" asked Dean.
"Oh I had a fight with Daniel," Cody sighed, "Just wanted to hang out with him cos he's been so distant...ended up dissing Brie to him."
"You've got a big mouth, I'll say that much," Dean said.
"HAAAYYYY CODES!" came Mike's drunken voice and he slapped Cody on the back. Dean just watched this with raised eyebrows.
"Oh hi Mizzlekins," Cody said sadly.
"Off the charts tonight...Stone Cold...the Rock...Warrior...Carlos Colon...Bret...Hogan...I'm fanboying so hard right now..." Mike said, the biggest grin on his face, "And I'm dating the inaugural Andre The Giant Battle Royal winner!"
"They probably won't continue that next year you know," Cody said.
"How do you know? Don't get pressed cos you didn't win!" Mike said, "And I'm gonna say it right now. Brock Lesnar's got hot legs and I'm getting moist just thinking about him in those shorts."
"Call yourself a wrestling fan! He fucking ended the most legendary streak in sports entertainment history!" Dean said incredulously, "Miz, is that all you can think about?"
"He's a homophobic ass anyway," Cody said, "Calm yo thirst."
"I bet I can change him," Mike said, ordering a bottle of champagne as brazen as you like, "Oh put it on Mr Castignioli's tab my good man." He flashed his pearly whites at the man behind the bar.
"Did he just...?" Dean was taken aback.
Cody nodded. There was him thinking Mike was happy with Cesaro. Or rather...happy with the Swiss' wallet. He had suspected their relationship was too good to be true. Mike was not a gold digger...surely not?
"Oh ladies, ladies," Mike said, "Claudio's sweet...and stacked...but...did you really think I'd give Jakey up for him?"
"You're wasted," Dean remarked.
"I think we'll take that," Cody said, snatching the bottle of champagne from Mike.
"HEY!" Mike protested, "Claudio's too busy bragging with his broskis...yeuch. Boring as hell. I'mma go chat up the man with hot legs. Give me that back!"
"He'll break every bone in your body," Cody warned.
"Really? What about the time he nailed your boyfriend in 2003?" Mike challenged.
Cody went scarlet.
FUcking...!
"Layla told me ages ago," Mike said, "I thought I was jealous of Lesnar. I was jealous of Josh. Oh man...I'd let that big old roughneck do terrible things to me..."
"You're gross," Dean said, shaking his head in disgust.
"And you need to take your chastity belt off," Mike said, "Give me that bottle back Runnels. Or I'll tell the whole locker room about Josh and Brock."
Cody was fuming and handed his drunk friend the bottle back. Even Mike was turning on him now. What had he done to deserve all this?
"Don't come crying to me when you get your arm put in a Kimara Lock right in this very bar and he snaps it in half," Cody spat.
Mike took the bottle and stumbled back across the hotel bar.
"Why is every guy in this company a slut?" Dean said.
"Search me," Cody said, "I like you Dean. Maybe you're more on my wavelength than I thought. And don't worry...I'm not about to come onto you. You've got a nice body but you're not my type."
"Good to know," Dean snarked.
"There you are," Seth appeared behind Dean, "Rome and I have been looking for you for ages."
"Went to the bathroom..and then came here," Dean said.
"Oh..hey Cody," Seth said, nodding, "On your own tonight?"
"Don't ask," Cody said.
"Miz just came over...bought a 1000 dollar bottle of champagne and is now trying to get into Lesnar's pants," Dean said, "You can't make this shit up."
"Well we were the ones kept awake in Minneapolis by Rybaxel banging like pornstars," Seth said, "You should know by now. Sure Cody's got more stories about the sex scandals of WWE."
"Don't ask," Cody said, "Batista looks like he wants to fuck Randalyn; Ryder's after Cena...same every year. Shit always goes down on Mania night after the show. Catch you two later, I gotta piss."
He climbed off his bar stool and padded across to the restrooms. He went into a stall and shut the door. No he didnt normally sit to piss but he wanted to check his phone away from prying eyes.
Soon as he was sat down he immediately opened his phone.
No messages.
He browsed Josh's twitter. Both his official WWE one and his private one. Not an update since the show.
His finger hovered over the number.
He dialled.
It rang.
And rang.
And rang again.
Cody was about to give up when Josh finally answered.
"What?" came Josh's curt voice.
"Joshy...are you mad at me again?" Cody asked sheepishly.
"Yeah I am, I just got an earful in the elevator from Daniel Bryan!" snapped Josh, "Are you really determined to make enemies out of everyone?"
"No! I er.."
"He said you said some really nasty shit to him because you're jealous!" Josh went on, "You hate him because you think he's betrayed you by staying with the girl he's dated for years and is due to marry in five days! Guess what Cody? Straight people exist. Get over yourself. So what if Daniel doesn't want to be with Sheamus anymore? So what if he';s marrying a woman like 80 per cent of society?"
"Joshy...please...I'm sorry."
"This is happening way too often," Josh said, "First Lay, now Daniel."
"Joshy...where are you?" asked Cody, sniffling.
"In MY hotel room, as I couldn't share your marital suite with you and Brandi could I?" snapped Josh, "I could be with my co workers but oh no, I'm sat watching the Latrice and Willem series of RuPaul's drag race with a bottle of JD from the minibar!"
"Joshy...please...let me come up and say I'm sorry," sniffed Cody.
"Not me you need to say sorry to, but fine," sighed Josh, "On one condition. You apologise to Lay and Daniel at Raw tomorrow the first chance you get!"
"Bye Joshy...I love you."
"Love you too," Josh conceded before hanging up.
Cody redressed and pulled the chain before unlocking the door.
And saw the huge figure of Brock Lesnar at the sinks.
Damn.
He didn';t even hear the door go.
The Undertaker's Conqueror was once more in his Eat, Sleep Break The Streak vest and baggy tracksuit bottoms.
Cody padded to the furthest sink and tried to act like he didn't spot the huge blonde.
"It's cool," grunted Brock, "I wasn't listening if that's what you were shitting yourself about."
"Never thought you were," Cody mumbled.
"I know you know," Brock said, "Written all over your face the day I re-signed here. Get over it, it was 11 years ago."
"But you hate gays," Cody said.
"And how could I be takens eriously in UFC if that stuff got out, huh?" the blonde said, folding his enormous arms, "Man's gotta do, Rhodes."
"In that case you might wanna take a walk, cos a wasted and thirsty Miz is after you," Cody said.
Brock raised his eyebrows.
"I'm a married man," he said.
"So am I. So's Miz," Cody said, "Go figure."
"I didn't marry Rena to please TMZ," growled Brock, "Don't bracket me with with your sham marriages you little bastard."
"Who you trying to convince, Beast Incarnate?" Cody said, refusing to be intimidated by the controversial part timer, "Me or yourself."
Brock sighed.
"You're way too good at reading people," huffed the huge blonde, "Yeah go on, fuckin' shoot me. Miss doing shit with a dude every now and then."
"No temptation on the UFC circuit?" asked Cody.
"One or two," Brock admitted.
"Lesnar you might be built like a prison ship but you've got legs Helix Studios would grieve for," Cody said, "Nothing escapes me. It's OK to be bi you know."
"Not where I come from," Brock said.
"You're from Minnapolis! So's Curtis and he parades Ryback around like a trophy," Cody said.
On that note, the ravenette went straight out the bar and headed for the elevators.
In another corner of the busy bar, Seth and Dean were sat alone.
"MAkes me fucking sick," Dean was saying, "Why are all gay men whores?"
"So were you before you signed," Seth reminded him.
"Not my fault they were expecting a filthy fuck with Rated M For Moxley and got the real me instead," Dean hit back.
"Surely that makes it easier to know that most dudes are just after somewhere to shoot their nut?" Seth said, "I always thought being gay made stuff easier cos no head games and stuff."
"Men have feelings too Colby!" snapped Dean.
"OK, OK, don't go all chainsaw to head on my ass," Seth said, "C'mon, it's Mania 30, we should be celebrating."
"I'm in mourning," Dean said.
"The Streak? I know how you feel.."
"I hate Lesnar with a passion," snarled Dean, spotting the large blonde talking to Cesaro at the bar, no doubt comparing personal best lifting weights, "Smug homophobic part timer cunt."
"Voice down!" hissed Seth.
Dean made sure to be in full view of the bar before climbing onto Seth's lap and began to make out with him.
"Jesus..." hissed Seth as Dean's lips fiercely devoured his, "Will you calm it down?!"
"Take me upstairs," Dean hissed, grinding against him and Seth was very aware of the bulge in the elder man's jeans.
"Can't we stay and just be sociable?" asked Seth.
"Am I that repulsive, huh?" snarled Dean, climbing off the long-haired man's lap and scowling.
"Don't be like that," Seth said, "Just...people already think we're loners and stuff."
"Oh I'm SORRY I cramp your style!" growled Dean, "Go and fucking be with the cool kids if I'm such an inconvenience!"
"Jonny c'mon, you're acting like a chick," complained Seth.
"Dick."
"Jonny, I didn't mean..."
"I know very fucking well what you meant, you think just cos I've always been bottom that I want to be a chick. Well guess what?! I could still knock you fucking out cold. We're fucking DONE!"
And Dean picked up his half-drunk beer and flung it right in Seth's face before storming out of the bar, growling at Summer Rae and Fandango to get the fuck out his way as they entered the place on his way out.
Seth shut his eyes and sighed.
Him and his big mouth.
He stomped to the bar.
"Another beer, and a double JD," he huffed to the barman.
"Pissed yourself?" smirked Cesaro.
"Oh funny," snapped Seth, paying and downing his Jack Daniels, gagging as it burned his throat, "Ugh. Fucking dudes. Seriously. And I thought chicks played head games."
"Upset Ambrose?" asked Cesaro, "What did you say?"
They were old buddies having worked together in Ring Of Honor and FCW before, as it was well known. Cesaro knew Seth was a pretty laid-back, what-you-see-is-what-you-get kinda guy, and he also knew about Dean's shady past. Dean was known on the indie scene for years as the easiest pussy going and guys didn't even have to buy him a drink first. Many indie wrestlers went 'gay for pay' for one night cos it was better than their hand and they couldnt be bothered to go score a ring rat.
"Called him a chick cos he was being stroppy and he got offended," Seth said, "Was moaning about M...gay guys being sluts."
"He's a fine one to talk!" Cesaro said incredulously, "Rated M For Moxley was known as Rated E for Easy in Ring Of Honor.."
"Yes I know! Please don't!" Seth sighed, "Look...I know Jonny might have been a bit of a slut.."
"A bit?!" Cesaro scoffed, "His bedpost has more notches than Terry Funk's forehead!"
"How long have you been waiting to use that?" Seth spluttered, incredulously. Terrible but also strangely funny analogy.
"Just occurred to me," Cesaro grinned.
"Where's your man tonight anyway?" asked Seth, shifting guiltily.
"Search me, he's been on the champagne since the Battle Royal finished," Cesaro said, "Least he doesnt have to worry about...what was it Wade called it? Brewer's droop?"
"More than I cared to know," Seth sighed.
"You really think I'd bend over?" the Swiss smirked.
"Well you do have a nice ass, I'll give you that," Seth said, smirking back and gulping his beer.
Mike was about to go and turn the charm on to Brock. But DAMN. Why was Claudio stood with him? Mike was gloriously drunk now on all the expensive champagne. He was anybody's now. He sat at a table with the bottle and swigged from it.
Seth spotted this.
"Er...dude...Miz is just there," he said.
"About freaking time," snapped Cesaro, turning and spotting Mike.
Mike sighed. Guess there was tomorrow night to try and get a piece of the beast. What was good enough for Josh Mathews 11 years ago was good enough for him. And what a brag that would be. But he wanted the blonde NOW...cash in on his infamy.
Cesaro turned to the barman.
"Can I pay my tab?" he asked.
"Name?"
Cesaro gave his real last name.
THe barman couldnt hide his smirk as he handed the bill to Cesaro.
"WHAT THE?!" gasped the big Swiss.
"What's up?" asked Seth.
"Since when did I spend 1 and a half grand?!" Cesaro snapped.
"I think you're dating a gold digger," Seth stated.
"Watch what you say Black," Cesaro snarled, slapping his credit card on the bar. He had no choice but the pay this huge tab. He'd bought rounds for his other buddies but where did that $1000 come from?!
Seth finished his beer. Suppose he'd better go defrost Dean.
He nodded at a few other coworkers before walking out of the bar and towards the elevators.
Cesaro stuffed his wallet into his designer pants pocket and pulled his expensive tan blazer back over his broad shoulders. He still dressed every inch the swish Euro prep out of the ring.
Mike watched this. His man looked so delicious in his trendy, expensive designer labels but all he could think about was how best to pull Lesnar's track pants down. He wanted a bit of rough. He was bored with being 'treated like a lady'. He wanted to be savaged by a sweaty, uncaring brute. And Brock Lesnar fitted that bill perfectly. He'd even take homophobic abuse. Maybe Brock liked to treat guys that way to get his kicks. But Claudio was coming over. His jeans and shirt fitted him so nicely and his blazer showed his muscled, tall form off to perfection.
Mike definitely got turned on watching him body slam Show. But then...the streak match...and Mike forgot who he was even dating when Brock went out in his baggy black shorts...throwing the 300 pound legend of pro wrestling about.
In fact Mike didnt care. He'd missed the divas match because he'd vanished to the bathroom to jerk over an Undertaker and Brock sandwich. Oh he was going to wrestling hell. But did he care? Nope. He embraced the IWC hate now. He was the one getting paid to do his childhood dream job, whilst they sat behind their laptops, drinking energy drinks all night to moan about the WWE product before jacking off to the daily Diva.
He swigged his champagne.
"Oh heyyy Claudio," he said, flashing his pearly whites.
"C'mon, we're going," Cesaro growled.
"Awwwwww Claudioooo I'm having fun," whined Mike.
"I think you've had enough," Cesaro snapped, "WHere did you get that fizz?"
"Ooopsie," giggled Mike, blinking his big blue eyes, "Couldn't help myself...you know I love Cristal.."
So THAT'S where the extra thousand dollars came from on Cesaro's tab?!
The Swiss was fuming. He didn't mind if Mike ASKED him but to put that kind of money on his bar tab without him knowing...yes they earned a pretty shit hot paycheck in WWE and could afford the finer things in life, but still...it was the principle. Cesaro was a gent and wouldn't use anyone for cash.
"Sowwy Claudio," Mike said, "You mad at me?"
"Yes I fucking am," Cesaro said.
"LEt me make it up to you," Mike whispered, hugging him, eyes travelling to Brock Lesnar's huge back over at the bar. Mmm. Beefy big ass to grab..
"I'm gonna turn in," Cesaro said, not letting himself be taken in by Mike's creeping. He'd seen Mike in a whole new light now. Was Mike really just using him for his money and for sex? He;d told him he loved him! No. Don't get all emotional. You're a man.
"I'm wearing my tiny jock under this suit," Mike whispered, "The one Jakey bought me that you like."
Oh he wasn't even subtle!
But he was drunk, Cesaro conceded. Maybe he'll wake up tomorrow and not remember. But all the same, the Swiss was fucking pissed. Be the bigger man.
"I'll see you in the morning," he said, ungluing himself from the Ohio native and leaving the bar.
"Claudio...sorry...please...Claudio...wait!"
But the tall imposing figure of Cesaro had already left.
Mike huffed.
And downed some more champagne.
But.
Yes.
Now was his chance.
He staggered over to the bar with the bottle.
Seth Rollins was knocking on his and Dean's hotel room door.
"C'mon open up," he was saying.
"Get lost Colby," Dean snapped from inside.
"Least let me in...do we have to talk through this god damn door?"
Seth was really not in the mood for this.
He and Dean rarely argued. Even with Dean's temparement and insecurity sometimes. What crawled up his ass?
"Leave me alone," snapped Dean, "Go find a chick cos that's what you obviously really want."
"What? Don't be ridiculous!"
"Well I'm OBVIOUSLY A CHICK!" roared Dean from inside, "Cos GOD FORBID a guy's allowed to have actual feelings every now and then! You jsut want Rated M for Moxley ass to fuck like the rest of them! I told you downstairs we're through, asshole. Now you can go find a real man like Roman or start dipping it in Leighla!"
Seth bit his tongue.
"Fine," he said, after an uncomfortable silence, "I'll do that. Maybe in that time you can grow up."
A crash sounded against the wall.
Dean, now incensed, had thrown the hotel room's TV remote at the wall as hard as he could and the thing had warped with the impact, the batteries falling to the floor. Oh well, he'll cough up the damage.
"I rest my case," Seth said.
"FUCK YOU!"
"Just open this god damn door."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll say you're taking banned substances."
Seth surprised even himself with that. He wouldn't ever do something so malicious. But it worked, as he heard Dean stomp to the door and yank it open.
"You fucking wouldn't, asshole!" snarled Dean.
"What do you think I am?" Seth challenged, barging into the room.
"OI!"
"Worked, didn't it?" the Armenian high flyer said, sitting on the bed and folding his muscled arms.
Dean huffed and slammed the door shut.
"You can fucking sleep on the floor!" he spat.
"You're making a big deal about jack shit," Seth stated.
"SO?"
"Why are we even having this argument? I just didn't want to dry hump you in the bar!"
"Cos your old buddy Cesaro was watching."
Oh fuck. Wow, was Seth really giving off those sort of vibes? OK he'll admit that maybe he'd hit that cos let's face it, the Swiss could turn straight men gay with his combo of brute strength, chic clothing, chiselled handsome face and suave manner; but Seth wasn't interested. Not really.
"Fine, well we're alone now," he sighed.
"Too late, we're over," Dean said obstinately.
"You really going to chuck 3 years away over a petty tiff?" Seth asked.
SMACK!
Dean had slapped him round the face.
Seth was knocked back, surprised and cheek stinging.
"PETTY?! It means a lot to me, you insensitive bastard!" spat Dean.
Seth was starting to lose his temper.
"Stop behaving like a fucking middle school girl!" he growled, "That was fucking uncalled for."
SMACK!
"Oh really?"
OK now Dean was turning nasty.
And Seth snapped.
He turned and punched Dean right back. He was not going to be hit twice in a row.
Dean genuinely didn';t expect Seth to hit him right back. Not out of work anyway. He was enraged and hurt and leapt onto Seth, hands around the bearded man's throat, eyes blazing, face scarlet with anger.
"Get...the...fuck...off of me...!" spluttered Seth.
He felt Dean release him...and then...he had no idea what possesed him.
THis was such a fucking turnon.
He threw Dean down.
Dean snarled at him, expecting Seth to choke him right back or lay into him with his fists. He didn't however, expect those bristled lips to clamp onto his and devouring his mouth hungrily.
He eagerly kissed back, moaning, and grunting, grinding against Seth sluttishly. No words were exchanged as the two men tore at each other's t-shirts, stripping one another in seconds. Seth pinned Dean down, unbuckling his belt and ripping his jeans down his smooth legs. Damn Dean was still wearing sexy small briefs. He looked DAMN HOT in them as far as Seth was concerned. He was glad they were still wrestling in pants for the forseeable future. Their FCW matches were torture for him as Dean was in tight trunks then (on purpose of course). The younger man tore them off Dean who raised his legs, eyes glittering with lust.
Seth couldn't get his lower half undressed quickly enough. He leapt across the bed to fumble for the lube from his bag. Even mid-anger-sex, he still didn't want to hurt Dean un-necessarily.
Dean smacked his hand away.
"Dry," he snarled.
The pain kink.
His old gimmick was bursting forth. His masochistic side.
Seth pulled those amazing smooth legs apart and spat on Dean's hairless, pink entrance before the elder man folded himself in half, holding his knees apart.
Seth knelt down and aimed his weeping, hard cock...pushing forward and taken aback by the sharp snarl that left Dean's lips as he was painfully penetrated. Seth wasn't sure...this felt like rape to him.
But Dean had had far sicker things done to him in his indie matches.
Seth was still mad at Dean for throwing a tantrum and hitting him. So fuck it. He pushed all the way in hard.
"OH FUCK YES!" growled Dean, "Fuck me. And fucking mean it, asshole."
OK he asked for it.
He was gonna fuckin' get it. Seth's slim hips began to snap back and forth, slapping against the smooth skin, Dean crying out like a two buck hustler. Oh fuck he'd missed being fucked in anger. He loved it when Seth was romantic with him. But this was angry, animalistic fucking. The kind he'd been forced into by the horny assholes on the indie circuit. But enjoyed. He began to claw and scratch Seth's toned back furiously, thrusting his own hips right back. He was thirsty as fuck inbed. He loved dick in his ass. Oh fuck...Seth and he should fight more often if this was the outcome.
The bed was crashing against the wall, Seth snarling and hissing with the stinging as Dean ripped chunks from his back, immodestly crying out his pleasure slash pain. Seth raised his hand and brought it HARD down on Dean's perfect and pert ass.
"OH FUCK YES!" Dean cried, pulling Seth right to him and biting the younger man's lip, "Fuck Colby...you're the fuckin' best...now fucking rape me."
"Get on all fuckin fours then...slut," rasped Seth.
Dean almost blew his load there and then. He actually used to quite like being a slut sometimes back in the indies. But really he'd just wanted a boyfriend who liked him for who he was, not what they wanted him to be. Actually...Seth was hitting his spot perfect in this position.
"Keep fucking me asshole. Don't you fucking stop now Lopez."
"Who said you were in fucking charge?"
Dean thrust against him, fucking himself. He dragged his nails down Seth's back hard, pleased when he felt the wetness of blood.
"Fucker," spat Seth.
"Shut up and pound me."
Seth had no choice but to carry on. His back was now smarting hard. Dean was vicious.
"Ohhhh fuck...fuck yeah...fuck yeah...FUCK," Dean was growling, he could feel his legs tingling and the jolts shooting up his spine as his prostate took more and more abuse. Oh fuck yeah. He was going to come. He wanted Seth to pound his load right out of him. His legs now wrapped possesively around Seth's bloody back.
Seth was now locked in. Forced to carry on fucking Dean.
Not that he was complaining. He thrust in and out furiously, his long hair hanging over his bearded face, cursing and sneering at Dean whose eyes were alight with almost maniacal ecstasy.
Dean shot him a truly vicious sneer, eyes unblinking, crying out whilst keeping his face the same. It was frankly terrifying.
Dean was so fucking close. Oh God he was close. He was going to blow his load so bad. He reached up and threw Seth's long hair over his head.
"Look at me Colby," he spat...still sneering and still letting out loud cries.
Seth was now getting a bit freaked out...he was so fucking close to nutting himself but the look on Dean's face was so fucking scary. He looked insane right now.
"Fucking cum inside me asshole," snarled Dean, "Harder. HARDER DAMNIT."
Seth could go on as long as he wanted. But Dean was scaring him.
He continued to pound, their bodies drenched in sweat and trickles of blood from Seth's back.
Dean was so close. Oh fuck his mind was blown. That perfect face of Seth right in front him...his body consumed...his abs were pulling so hard...oh fuck he couldn't stop it. He was about to cum.
He tore at Seth's back and screamed as he finally exploded, shooting white streams all over his stomach, chest, even his face. He'd never cum so pwoerfully whilst being fucked before now. He'd cum plenty of times being not this hard.
But he was only 80 per cent satisfied. He needed Seth to cum.
"Carry...the...fuck...on...Lopez," he rasped, chest rising and falling, legs cramping but still locked around Seth's back.
Seth cursed, gasped, and grunted as he too finally succumbed and convulsed hard as his essence filled his partner...Dean's legs locking tighter and his asshole clenching, trying to take in everything Seth could give, crying out with satisfaction.
"Ohh COLBY..."
Finally Dean went limp and his legs and arms fell uselessly to the bed.
Seth's mind was blown apart. That was the most visceral, wild, savage sex he'd ever had. The smell of man sweat, semen and blood was filling the room. This what fucking in the ring would probably have felt like. His back was killing him.
He pulled out of Dean and lay next to him, stifling his cry of pain as his sore back made contact with the duvet. How was he going to explain THIS to makeup on Raw?!
Minutes passed.
"Sethie...?"
Dean's voice sounded more normal again now.
Seth couldn't bring himself to look at hid partner. The look on his face as he orgasmed just now was so freakishly 'Here's Johnnny!' (how appropiate) that he didn't know whether to laugh, be turned on, or be frightened out of his wits.
"Sethie...?"
"What?" asked Seth, a bit more abruptly than he intended.
"Love you...and...sorry..."
"It's OK," sighed Seth, finally turning to look at Dean, his hair matted and no trace of that mad, wild-eyed bloodlust now.
"I don't want to lose you," Dean mumbled, "Did...I scare you?"
"No, no!" Seth said, "Anger sex was pretty hot..."
"I could see it you know," Dean said, pecking him, eyes blinking, "You were shit scared."
"You looked batshit insane Jonny," Seth said, "And you've torn my back to smithereens."
"You've never seen me really lose it," Dean said, "I was so mad at you and so horny..."
"Even when we've fucked hard before, you've never looked like that, like you were...well..possessed," Seth said, slowly getting up. Ow he hurt all over. He needed a fucking bath.
"Oh my God," Dean said, looking at Seth's back, "What have I done to you?"
He tried to cuddle Seth from behind, pecking the back of his neck.
"You usually grab my ass when we fuck," Seth said, laughing a little, "First time in 3 years you've gone Moxley on me."
"Scared many of my exes away," admitted Dean, "Thought I'd gone too far."
"Why were you being so snippy? It's fucking Wrestlemania after all," Seth said, padding towards the bathroom and turning the taps on. He really needed to tend to his wounds. And he thought the indies were painful. Anger sex with the boyfriend was another level.
"You not heard the latest rumor?" Dean said, following him in, "Did you not see Orton put Ryder's ass on total blast in front of Cena and Batista earlier?"
"No, should I have?"
"Apparently, Orton is the reason Ryder jobbed out," Dean said, "Before we got moved up to the main roster in 12, Ryder was freaking Cena and Orton wasn't down with that. So he started paying everyone Ryder wrestled to complain to Hayes, Dunn and all the other road agents that he was dangerous and a bad worker."
"I don't listen to gossip just like I don't read dirt sheets Jonny," Seth said, "Not like you to be such a thirsty gossip whore."
"Mens room is gossip haven, didn't you know?" Dean said, a cheeky smile now lifting his face.
"But you hate that shit...that's why you didn't want us to be out, remember?" Seth said, "You've changed your tune."
"Cody spills all the tea," Dean said, wrapping his arms around Seth, admiring his handiwork, "Wow I really ripped your back apart..."
"Yes you fucking did," Seth said, pouring the pathetic tiny bottle of foam into the bath. It smelt like flower but who the hell cared. He turned the taps off and climbed in, hissing as the hot water made contact with the scratches but soon the stinging was replaced with relief and the water was tinged with red.
"So, what's really bothering you?" asked Seth as Dean sat down on the closed toilet seat.
"Orton," sighed Dean, "You know we've been working some matches with him at live events...the other week he put me on major blast for stiffing him. Saying 'this isn't the indies motherfucker, do that again and I';ll hire someone to rub you out'."
"You know he's tetchy, look at how he is even with Cena," Seth said.
"Triple H saw the whole thing and just laughed," Dean said, "Orton gets on my last nerve. He's a fucking slut and all. Hypocrite."
"Be careful what you say," Seth warned him, "You piss the golden boys off and see-ya-bye to your spot. What do you mean a slut? Everytime I see him he's all over Cena."
"Sethie do you ever open your ears...it's common knowledge now. Orton slept with Bryan in March."
"And who told you that, Cody? Ever thought that he's just a shit stirrer?"
"I've seen it with my own eyes you know. Like Miz tonight. Going after Lesnar."
Raw was also in New Orleans on Monday and there was a buzz in the air.
The hotel restaurant was packed with crew, road agents, superstars and divas, all enjoying the more leisurely day rather than being on the road as was usual for a post-pay-per-view Raw.
And there were more than a few hangovers.
Randy Orton was padding into the restaurant, deciding to be sociable for once and not confine himself to the tourbus. That little chat with Josh last night had made him think. Don't let Zack get to him. ALl the anger he managed to work out last night anyway. John had already been through the mill with Bray. And then took another beating from Randy in the bedroom. Well...his pelvis did anyway.
Speaking of the big man and Cenation leader, his hulking, baseball capped figure was stood taking pictures with a couple of early riser fans. Randy was under a cap and shades and skulking in the corner behind an impressive palm pot plant so for once, wasn't being bothered.
"Morning," came a high pitched voice and Randy looked up to see Josh Mathews.
"No Codes today?" rumbled Randy.
"I need a break," Josh said, "Haven't slept much. Honestly...why can't I be with someone my own size?"
"I dunno how you handle him," Randy smirked.
"Pot calling the kettle a hot freaking mess, I can see Cena holding his stomach, what the hell did you do to him?!"
"Rode him until my legs gave out," Randys aid, shrugging, "Thought about what you told me about Ryder. Not gonna let that sad bitch bother me. Oh...and I stole these."
"Zack's trunks? What the hell?" Josh said.
"Needed something to wipe myself down with afterwards," Randy said, as though he'd just done something as prosaic as buy a bottle of milk, "Oh and I wouldn't touch them. Johnny did go in bare and he'd got a lot of tension built up."
"Yuck...you're fucking gross...you spend way too much time with Coddles," Josh said, retching, "You're the same age as me...that's just...ugh."
"You can talk," teased Randy.
"Running away from me Joshy?"
Both Randy and Josh looked up to see a comedically-pouting Cody.
"No...just got hungry," Josh said, "You were doing your morning run...I didn't wanna wait."
Cody sat on Josh's lap to many protest and planted a fat kiss on his lips. Trying to be extra cute and affectionate to make up for his behaviour last night. And for being a slut in the bedroom most of the night.
"Best night ever," Cody said, nuzzling into Josh making himself quite comfy, before fixing those mischeivous baby blues onto his former mentor, "You keep wriggling Randalyn. Sore down there are we?"
Josh just sighed. It was going to be one of THOSE mornings.
"Well it was either kick ten tonnes of shit out of Ryder's messy ass or ride my man like a cowboy," smirked Randy.
"No brainer," Cody grinned back, "High Five."
Randy actually did that.
Josh until recently had always thought Randy was so cool and aloof...even during his night with Randy and John almost four years ago. Last night he'd seen that Randy was vulnerable about the stuff with Zack. And Randy could be playful when he wanted. Usually after a great night wih John.
"I have BIG gossip," Cody announced, "When Curtis gets here."
And the bearded figure of Curtis Axel slid next to him at that precise moment.
"Morning," he grinned, "Big gossip, I'm here. Spill the tea bitch."
"Randalyn should hear it," Cody said, moving and siting centrally on Josh's lap, ass right on Josh's crotch bu Josh was too busy complaining about having to support 215 pounds this time of a morning without coffee.
"And I'm just an armchair," he huffed.
"Unless Slack Ryder has developed a premature ejaculation problem I don't want to know," Randy rumbled but he was grinning anyway.
"Oh get her," teased Curtis, "Codes. Spill. Tea."
"OK, Mizzlekins was one HOT mess in the bar," Cody said, "Don;t say anything to Cesaro...but...he was going after Lesnar...I saw Cesaro leave with Mizzlekins and looked pissed the fuck off. He had to pay out for a bottle of Cristal."
"Michelle a gold-digger, well isn';t that a surprise," scoffed Randy.
"Hey," Josh said, "He is still my friend...not cool Coddles."
"Neither is throwing himself at a homophobic pig like Lesnar," Cody said simply.
Josh squirmed. Not so homophobic when he held him after hard rough sex in 2003...but anyway.
"Girl, Lesnar shaves his legs," Curtis said, "I caught him shaving them a few weeks back. Threatened to crack my neck if I told anyone...whoops."
"Tell TMZ," Cody said, grinning, "He;ll never come back."
Although he thought maybe Brock wasn;'t such an asshole after that brief conversation last night...Cody was still jealous of the UFC champion for the fling with Josh even though it was a long time ago.
"I bet he really is gay but can't face up," Curtis said.
"You're from the same city and you don't hide it," Randy put in.
"I back it up on the weights and in that ring," Curtis said simply, "Minnesota isn't the gay friendliest state though. Especially in the country."
"Awww, I feel kinda sorry for Lesnar," Cody said, "He basically alluded to missing being with a guy when I bumped into him in the restrooms last night. Maybe he did tap Mizzlekins' thirsty ass."
"Coddles...get off my lap," complained Josh.
"Nope," Cody said.
"Whore," remarked Curtis.
Josh's phone went.
He took it out.
From : Paige
Hey! Wanna meet for coffee? : ) xx
"Coddles, you're gonna have to move," he said, "I've been invited for a coffee."
"CAN I COME TOO?"
"Pipe down, and up to you," Josh said.
Randy shamelessly looked over.
"Meeting with 21 year olds, huh?" he rumbled, "You dirty old man."
Cody frowned.
"Then I'm fucking coming!" he snarled.
"Thanks a lot Orton," huffed Josh.
"Well clearly maineventers bore you," teased Randy, but his eyes were raking John who was walking over.
"Coddles, it's Paige, duh!" Josh said, "Don't get so sassy."
Cody relaxed.
"Oh...OK...oooh I still wanna come," he said, looking more and more like an excited little kid, his pretty face illuminated with that beautiful smile, "I want to hear the syndicated updates of the dramas of the NXT roster."
He stood up so Josh could and then they made their excuses and left.
Curtis spotted the approaching John Cena and decided to go hit the gym instead. Being third wheel to Cena and Orton could be a bit awkward. He made his excuses also and left Randy alone.
"ABout time," Randy said, "Don't they ever leave you alone?"
"You should be nicer to fans," John grinned.
"I'm a heel Johnny, so I can't."
"Not that you're cut up about it really?" teased John, "Now. Am I safe to be next to you without fear of permanent bruising?"
"Don't be so hot?" smirked Randy.
"You're 240 pounds," John said, "Just remember that next time you like to get nasty."
"You can deadlift twice that," shrugged Randy.
"I know," John said, and he pecked Randy on the lips. The taller and younger man could NOT stop grinning.
"Do that again," Randy said.
"Do what?"
"Kiss me in a public place," Randy said.
John did so. Randy kissed right back.
"Love you," rumbled the tanned man. That had just made his day. One step closer to getting that ring on his finger. The ring he'd wanted since he was 22 years old. John didn't realise how much proper public affection meant to Randy. Being open backstage had been the last big step for the golden couple of WWE. For a few moments Randy had forgotten the fling with Daniel. Forgotten the sinister threat of Zack Ryder.
"Love you too. Can't call you champ anymore though," John said.
"Last night showed me that you don't care about that," Randy purred, "Just wish we were still in bed. And...didnt even get a semi when wrestling with Bryan."
"Good."
John was immensely relieved. That was definitely in the past now. He took Randy's hand and held it on the table, his callused thumb rubbing the bronzed hand.
"Johnny..."
"Yeah?"
Randy kissed John again.
"I like New Orleans," he rumbled, "Take me sightseeing."
"OK," John said simply. No media today for once. He should make the most of it.
"You mean that? No Total Divas shit or media?"
"Nope. I'm a free man until we get to Raw."
He stood up, heaving his taller partner up too. SOmetimes you had to take risks. He led Randy back to the tour bus, holding his hand the entire way. Neither of them could really blend in - Randy's ink and height; John's sheer bulk - but miraculously, neither of them ran into fans and were stepping onto John's bus where they'd spend last night.
Randy's underwear on the floor.
But the rest of the bedroom area was spotless.
Oh Randy you were adorable. A neat freak even first thing after Wrestlemania AND a night of fucking.
"I think you missed something baby," grinned John, picking the sexy Andrew Christian briefs up.
"Nope, it's the place my smalls look best. On your bedroom floor," grinned Randy.
"If you'd called them panties then I'd start worrying you'd taken too many head shots," grinned John.
Randy placed the briefs back on the floor next to the bed.
John began to change out of his Cenation shirt and khaki shorts.
Randy's eyes raked him and he licked his lips...much like a snake would do when presented with a juicy lizard for tea.
The hulking body in black boxers just filled the room and Randy's cock already was hardening. John however had a different idea. He opened his case and pulled out some dress pants and a button down shirt. He was going to be a gentleman. Take a leaf out of that smoothie Cesaro's book and spoil RKO today. He pulled on his dress pants.
"STOP!"
John jumped out of his skin.
"You are not coming around New Orleans with me dressed like THAT," snarled Randy, and he pulled open the commode and yanked out the ironing board and iron. OK John was starting to think he was obsessed.
He plugged the iron in and snatched the clothes from John.
He just wanted John to look well turned out. And it meant getting to see John in just boxers while he did so. WIn win.
John lay on the bed, flexing idly as Randy began to iron his shirt and dress pants. He was too cute. Randy almost scorched the expensive Prada shirt as his eyes were glued to those powerful muscles flexing. Once he was happy he folded the clothes up and handed them to John, watching him change.
He just grinned as John buttoned up.
"Could you stretch to a tie and jacket?" he asked.
John just flashed the dimples and opened the commode where his suit jackets for Axxess week were all hanging, and took out the one which matched these pants. Now he looked the perfect gent. Randy looked good today too, his t-shirt tight and showing off his sculpted arms and chest, his jeans dark and hugging him in the right places.
The two top guys of WWE then left the bus and headed out into sunny New Orleans.
The atmosphere in the stadium was electric.
A gaggle of Divas had gathered backstage and even most of the men were stood to give a standing ovation to the young, overwhelmed with emotion new Divas Champion as she staggered tearfully down the corridor, still unable to take in everything that just happened.
The cameras were on hand to film Paige being congratulated by her fellow Divas, including an also tearful Summer Rae.
Once it had died down a bit little Josh went and hugged her. Usually it was the other way round down in Florida. Well, was. Not anymore. Paige was now a main roster girl. Layla had only told Josh that they'd called Paige up to the main roster permanently. He was gobsmacked when she beat AJ just now. Layla had led the squeals and cheers, namely to see her now ex girlfriend defeated more than anything. And word was AJ was leaving for a while. Good riddance as far as Layla was concerned. And Curtis Axel. Both glad to see the back of her after she broke both their hearts to go and be with Punk. Well Punk broke Curtis' but anyway.
"I know I got no business..but I'm proud of you..." Josh said.
"Worked my whole life...for this," wept the young ENglish girl, "And you've got every business...you're a friend..."
"Won't be the same without you," Josh said, "We'll miss you. And Summer. Just me left with Whorey Corey now."
Paige laughed despite her state.
"Yeah, well," she said, wiping her eyes, "Now Oli's back. Oh but I'm gonna miss nosing in his lovelife and have him moan at me for it."
SHe almost dissolved into more tears.
"Sorry...I know..I'm always meant to be angry," she sobbed, "Just...this is the best day of my fucking life..."
"Oh stop whining...Saraya...it doesn't suit you," Josh teased, "Come back and visit us at NXT won't you?"
"I'm still NXT women's champion," Paige sniffed, "Still want to train and learn. Tell Oli he's not rid of me yet. Has he gotten laid yet now he's back?"
"You really want to know...who cares? You're the youngest ever Diva to hold that title and the second English girl to..forget Oli's love life!"
"You're hiding something from me," Paige giggled, prodding him in the chest, "DOn't make me put you in the Scorpion Crosslock, you're light enough.."
"OK, OK...but...you're the first to know and that's only because before I flew out here..."
"Tell me! Now!"
"Well...night before I came to New Orleans, Oli told me he was bringing someone home and cos he's cute and old fashioned, I said OK, I'll make myself scarce, maybe go for an evening workout or something...but of course, next morning, I had to leave early for the flight...and I saw him taking coffee into Oli's room..."
"Who? You're torturing me now!" squeaked Paige.
"Have a guess," Josh grinned, "He no longer works with us, and I have to say, good on him and I don't normally condone cheating. No, it's not Ziggler's brother."
"Wait...oh my GOD.."
"Yup. Oli's been getting that Jesse White D. Ultimate fuck you to Whorey Corey."
"YOu have to tell me EVERYTHING!"
"Maybe tomorrow for Smackdown," Josh said, "Someone else wants to see you."
He turned on his heel and allowed himself a smile as the young ivory skinned ENglish woman was embraced and kissed by a statuesque blonde...Summer.
OK I had to stop before this got bare long...sorry it's been SO long. Yeah Randy's birthday night out got written but then Mania, Raw, another Raw...so much happened in WWE world that I had to rewrite and change stuff. And I think there's enough going on here - Zack trying to ruin Randy and John's lives...things look cute and safe though...for now.
I would have loved to have stuffed this with smut from EVERY pairing but I know a few wanted Ambrollins and plus they needed a good dose of screen time...so yeah. Dean be a HO in the bedroom. But still manly.
Did Miz just piss away his relationship with Cesaro for a shot at the Beast? I know many of you don't want to see that so it depends...LOL. Had a lot of Centon smut lately so I forced myself into not writing some. I love Randy as a hot mess bottom.
The birthday night out might still happen as there's a couple of scenes I still want to use from it. But we'll see.
Paige is now a main roster gal and I'm going to enjoy bringing her into stuff. Some of you who followed JFP might have gotten served some femslash teas there with the AntiDiva and Ms Rae, and I hinted at it in an earlier chapter of this story but now I have confirmed it! LOL.
Hope you liked this one anyway!