When Raw Wraps OR Total Superstars

by DashingJetBlack

When the cameras go off, a whole new set of stories and dramas unfold. Unofficial sequel to Champs' Choice and Joshing For Position. Set in the same universe as most recent 1 shots. Following the lives of main roster (and NXT) couples and what mischeif they get up to backstage. Multi pairings, mostly slash; featuring Centon, Ambrollins, Samdrian and many, many more.

22. Chapter 22

Chapter 22

I thought I'd better pick my pen up now I'm all caught up with HIAC (sadly not NXT...too much other TV in my life, I know, bad wrestling fan and all that but I will try and catch up soon, espically with Finn Balor's debut just around the corner.).

Coddles. Tsk tsk. Silly, silly boy. And now Ryback's come back! And as of w/c 3 November, so has Curtis! Damnit Charlie ;). We shall see what happens with Rybaxel-Cody soon.

Disclaimer. This chapter features TNA content (and highly fictitious depictions of current angles as I do not watch it) and some excessive sappiness. Do not own the lyrics to 'Crazy For You' either.

I said I would bring Samdrian and they shall appear even if it's brief.

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In his hotel room after a live event, Cody Rhodes reluctantly logged onto Youtube.

He typed in 'Josh mathews vs the BroMans gut check' into the search bar. Ugh. He was actually watching TNA. But he felt it was the least he could do right now.

He couldn't look Eden in the eye. And looking at Josh would make his insides burn with caustic guilt. But he had to learn his lesson. Thank God Curtis had gone back home. He was stupid to ever think this wouldn't affect their friendship. It had. And compromised his marriage. And promise rings.

Though he was indebted to Curtis for retreiving said rings from that hotel. He couldn't wear the promise ring anymore. Wearing the wedding ring was enough. He felt like the worst pe7rson alive. He was going straight to hell. Dustin had slapped ten tons of shit out of him when he confessed his sins. His brother had called him every name under the sun and almost disowned him. Cody had pleaded and pleaded before Dustin finally gave in and reluctantly held him while he bawled with guilt. He had barely spoken to Paige or Layla as well. Preferring to be alone, or with his big brother or his wife. He couldn't hurt her anymore.

He'd lost his best friend. This had been a bad idea from the start. Ryback had tried to call him to say no hard feelings and all was cool his end. But Cody didn't want to know. He wanted to forget it ever happened. But he couldn't. It happened. And that was that.

Dean had unfollowed him on Twitter.

As had Rollins.

He'd been so happy. And now he'd pissed it all away.

He scrolled the Youtube results.

The official TNAWrestling channel.

Sure enough.

'The BroMans and DJ Zema get gauntleted at the Gut Check! - October 2, 2014'

Cody skipped their entrance. Ugh. ALl 3 of them just made his blood boil. Pricks. Especially that Robbie E. What a colossal d-bag. Zema Ion just looked like a small town gay bar slut. And Godderz belonged on an underwear modelling site.

He watched as Zema cut a promo challenging their ';mystery bro' to come face them, blah blah.

Cody was wondering what godawful generic theme Josh would have. All the same he was expecting 'Nasty Girl'.

A screamlike riff.

WAIT WHAT?!

Even a silver 'JM' on a purple flash on the TNA tron.

That was unmistakeable. A pounding rock tune.

'Stars In The Night'?!

Josh had taken PAIGE'S THEME?! WHat the actual fuck?

And then he appeared on the stage, dressed in Layla's black and silver Wrestlemania 30 outfit...complete with black eye mask and a leather jacket JUST like Paige's. And yet he was wearing the STardust gloves on his hands which he put to his face in an all-too-familiar pose.

This, Cody believed, was what Madonna would term 'reductive'.

The theme clearly had a slightly different instrument arrangement and the vocals were blurred but note-for-bar, that was 'Stars In The Night'. Josh skipped to the ring a-la AJ/Paige and the camera cut to the dreadfully-acted shocked expressions on all three faces of the BroMans as Josh hopped into the ring, striding across to the ropes to his right, and performing Layla's signature pose, unbuttoning his jacket as he did so, chucking it across to the crowd.

Cody was thankful Josh didn';t rip off Paige's scream.

Was odd hearing Christy Hemme announce Josh. From Nashville, TN. Not Sea Isle City, NJ.

Josh hopped into the ring and removed his mask.

And the first thing Cody noticed was that Josh had shaved his beard off. As smooth-faced as before. The hair pomaded just like before.

And Cody didn't like it.

This just felt wrong.

Couldn't he have at least kept 'Nasty Girl'? The IWC would be all over this shit.

Josh's first opponent was Zema who tried to take him down which he easily countered with a drop toe hold. Josh then ran off the ropes and headed towards Zema, skipping smartly over his head, bounced off the opposite ropes and aimed a low dropkick at Zema's face, taking him down.

"THIS IS OUR HOUSE BRO!" yelled Robbie E.

Josh just flipped him the bird and Cody was shocked but then remembered TNA was TV-14. He could do that.

Zema took advantage and wrestled Josh down. The two went back and forth, exchanging basic offence before Josh whipped Zema into the far corner before running at him. Zema tried to dodge by leaping over his head and taking him down in a somewhat messy school boy pin which Josh kicked out of. Josh then hit a kneeling Rhodes lariat.

Cody couldn't help but smile. Little homages to him.

Zema staggered before grabbing Josh by the head in front facelock, Josh kneeing him in the middle. From what Cody gathered Ion was their manager so the weakest of the three. Josh picked the petite Zema up in a cradle hold before letting out a nasty scream and then hit a DDT. Wait did he just do the RamPaige?! He stuck his leg out and cockily covered Zema for an easy three count.

In climbed the bigger Jessie.

Ugh.

It was like watching a straight repeat of Layla versus Rosa Mendes from Raw back in Chicago. Godderz couldn't keep up with Josh at all. Cody could see Josh getting frustrated. He played up his cockiness, hitting every one of his signature maneuvers on the big ex Big Brother contestant, from the back spin kicks, the spinning facebuster, the fake-missed-kick-into-superkick. Eventually Jessie managed to gain momentum and stuck Josh's head under his thick thighs to go for either a gutwrench suplex or powerbomb, before raising Josh up who fought out, eventually grabbing the big guy byn his head and hitting a nasty Layout which Cody had to admit, Godderz sold pretty well. One, two three.

Hmm.

In strode that awful Robbie E. Cody hated that guy.

He and Josh trash talked one another before Josh threw him to the mat. OK this match was better. Cody grudging admitted that the Pauly D wannabe could wrestle very well. For once Josh was beat. Back and forth they went. NEar fall. Near fall. Josh pulling out the LOL cross body and the Infinity pin. Clearly saving the flashier moves for the best worker of the three. And Cody facepalmed as Josh hit a Paige-turner, thankfully for just a two. This was actually a little embarrassing. He used to love Josh's in ring style but seeing it on a rival promotion it just looked...sad. Reductive. A cheap and crude copy of several WWE faces. And using a blatant rip off of Paige's theme.

But then Josh hit a moonsault attack, sending Robbie to the mat. Cody was once more glued. He still loved watching his man's moonsaults. And he bet Josh could use more moves there than he did at NXT. Bit more back and forth, couple of rest holds. Eventually Josh had the advantage and got Robbie into the corner, climbing up the turnbuckle behind him. With a war cry, he hit the Face Lift/Diamond Dust which Robbie sold well. One, two, three.

It was so odd hearing the cheap copy of 'Stars In The Night' sound as Josh was announced the winner.

Cody had seen enough.

He really didn't know how he felt about that.

He struggled to watch Josh, the guilt burning within. And all the references to him, Layla, Paige. WWE could sue TNA for blatant copyright breakage. It was like Josh was saying 'fuck you' to the hand that fed him for 12 years. Yeah he was happy to see Josh slaying in a ring. But it wasn't the same. It should be on fucking Monday Night Raw.

He should call Josh.

He picked up his phone and dialled.

"Heyy.."

"Hey Joshy..."

"Whaty's up?"

"Just feeling shitty..."

"Coddles, please stop apologising. We talked about it enough last week. It happened. We all do silly things. Ryback's cool with it, I'm cool with it.."

"Brandi still doesn't know."

Josh made a noise.

"What was that?!" erupted Cody.

"You should tell her Coddles."

"And break our marriage up! It's another nail in her coffin! Joshy look let's just pretend it never happened, OK?! Curtis is off the road! It's like it never did!"

"Coddles please calm down..."

"It's a big deal Joshy! OK. Never talk about or discuss it ever again! It stays in whatever town and state it was. End of story! Finito. I want to talk about other stuff now."

"OK, OK.."

"I watched your match."

"Oh...did you? Did you like it?"

"No. I did not. I'm being totally honest."

"Why? I thought you'd like the use of the Stardust gloves, and the Goldust lariat.."

"Trademarked by World Wrestling Entertainment. And CFO$. Joshy I can't believe you. Layla still wears that black and silver ring gear! You haven't changed any aspect of it! It's not a game! Don't be surprised if Vince sues Dixie and Total Nonstop Awfulness gets liquidated completely!"

"Since when have you cared? I thought you'd get a kick out of that."

"And then you'll be out of a job? What will you do next? Bag groceries at Walmart? Be like Virgil, hawking autographs in bus stations and subways?"

"Coddles you're being a bitch."

"You're being REDUCTIVE!"

A scornful laugh.

"You didn't...oh my gosh you didn't just say that word? You are so fucking gay."

"Well you are. What gave you the right to STEAL Paige's theme?!"

"Honestly. I didn't know they would give me that. I think it was shots fired at WWE. Cos I had Lay's mask on you couldn't see my face or reaction. It was the first time I'd heard my theme."

"Joshy I don't believe you. You took new shots for the tron."

"They played this generic rock tune for the photoshoot and the editing of the tron. Catchy but generic. I had no idea they would use a rip off of Stars In The Night. I've already had a pissed off Paige on the phone the day it was aired. Surprised she said nothing to you."

"Been avoiding her...been avoding everyone really since...you know what.."

"Coddles...not gonna solve anything."

"I don't want to talk about...lalalalalalalalalalala...gonna keep singing till you change the subject...nanananananana..."

"Fine. Shutting yourself away isn't going to solve anything.."

"Nanananananananana...lalalalala...hey hey...goodbye...nananana...nananana...heyy heyy...goodbyee..."

"Coddles I can't talk to you when you're being like this."

"Then don't talk to me."

"Stop being a brat."

"Make me. You can't. Boo hoo. Bye Felicia."

He hung up.

Well done Cody.

That had made things better. Great. Now Cody had just fallen out with the man he loved more than anyone. Again.

KNOCK KNOCK!

Oh for God damn sake..

Whoever this was...they were heading for a bitch slap.

Cody yanked open the door.

"WHAT?" he snapped.

Paige jumped back in alarm.

Cody went bright red and looked sheepish.

"Just wanted to see if you were OK?" Paige said slowly.

"Oh yeah. Absolutely mega. Can't you tell?" snarked Cody, eyes filled with tears.

"Can I come in?"

"Suppose you can. Brandi's out doing some late night shopping."

The young English girl followed him inside, closing the door. Bless his little heart. He looked like a little boy lost. Amazing how he was 17 years her senior and yet right now he could have been her little brother. That little baby face. She spotted the iPad on the bed as Cody unlocked it, and saw the Youtube app open. He'd just been watching Josh's match.

"So you've finally watched it...what did you think?" She asked tentatively, sensing a meltdown.

"I want him back here..." sniffled Cody, "He's gotten so good and he's battling D-list indie rejects on a failing WWE ripoff. He had no right to steal your theme though. He said they gave it to him and he didn't know but I don't believe him."

"He said that to me...I did give him a right gobful," admitted Paige, "But actually, I can sort of appreciate it as imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Paying homage to us."

"It feels REDUCTIVE!" erupted Cody.

"You don't need to keep saying that word," Paige said, "What is it that's pissed you off the most?"

"Nobody ever gave him a chance...nobody...he can wrestle far better than idiots like Khali, Boretista, Rosa..."

"Batista doesn't work here...we rarely see Khali...and lay off Rosa," Paige said, "Well aware that we are Madonna and TNA is Gaga...what's really bothering you? We've barely spoken recently. Something I said?"

"No...no...no...nothing you've done at all..." Cody was avoiding her eyes.

"This sounds heavy."

A big sigh.

Cody took another deep breath.

"The other week...I er...Curtis was on the road for two days."

"Yeah you were joined at the hip the whole time."

"Yeah...the entire time..." Cody gave a humorless laugh.

Paige gave him a quizzical look.

"Something you're not telling me."

"I slept with him."

"You WHAT?!"

"Slept with him...yeah...hate me...you can't possibly hate me anymore than I hate myself."

SLAP!

She smacked him hard around the face.

"Are you retarded or something? What the bloody helll?"

Cody just looked at the floor.

"All that shit you say about monogamy, promise rings etcetera...all this time...you're bloody married!"

"Don't.."

"Oh I will! I'm 22 years old, you're almost 30! What, you just weren't satisfied with a wank so seduced a guy who is ALSO in a relationship?"

"It wasn't like that.."

"Oh, I get it. The two mates helping each other out bullshit was it? Cheating is bloody cheating!"

"Joshy knew...Ryback knew...they actually encouraged it."

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"Go on then. Judge me."

"Don't you start on me...and I bet Brandi has NO idea does she?"

Cody shook his head.

"You're trash, you know that? You can dress it up how you like Cody but when all's said and done, you're just a slag. Same as Corey. Same as Miz."

"I AM NOT LIKE THEM!"

"Really? Marrying a woman. Supposedly promising yourself to a boy as well. And then shagging your best friend because your best friend's boyfriend has a groin injury and recovering. At least Corey's honest about being a disgusting slaggy piece of crap."

"Why are you still here then?"

"I don't know. Why am I still here?"

She strode furiously towards the door.

"Pa...Saraya...wait...please..."

The blue eyes were ringed with agony. The lip trembling.

Paige huffed. What good was she doing getting on her high horse about it?

"What?" she spat.

"Please don't leave me...Dean hates me...even Dustin hates me...my own brother...hung up on Joshy before you came..."

"Maybe it'll give you a good kick up the arse and sort your life out. You need to choose, love. Because Brandi doesn't deserve being pissed about. And neither does Josh. Make a decision."

"What?!"

"Is it really what you want? Juggling two people? Is it making them happy? Brandi might want kids with you one day! And what about Josh? Is he really happy being second best, knowing he can't put a ring on your finger?"

"No...no..."

Cody was covering his ears, burying his head in the pillows, not wanting to hear the cold hard truths.

Ding.

WWEGraves I see there's blatant ripping off of RealPaigeWWE on #TNAGutCheck #Reductive.

RobbieEImpact WWEGraves RealPaigeWWE I know right. And he couldn't wrestle for shit bro. #GoBackToVince

WWEGraves RobbieEImpact RealPaigeWWE About as competent in ring as that dancing pterodactyl of ours.

RobbieEImpact WWEGraves RealPaigeWWE HAHAA! Your tweets are the fucking BEST bro! *laughter emojis*

RealSummerWWE RobbieEImpact WWEGraves RealPaigeWWE Really? Haven't you got better things to do?

RobbieEImpact RealSummerWWE WWEGraves RealPaigeWWE Butt out or get pretty.

Paige was incensed.

She almost lobbed her phone at the wall.

WWEGraves Hey StardustWWE, how was the Best In The World's leftovers?

COdy heard his phone ping and picked it up, hoping it was a text from Josh.

He screamed with rage when he saw the tweet. In spite of himself, he checked Corey's other tweets. And then looked over at the fuming Paige.

"ASSHOLE!" he shrieked.

"Oh I know...don't work yourself up..." her voice was trembling with fury despite the calmness, "Seriously...it's what he wants."

"Well he's fucking got it...fucking..."

RealPaigeWWE Grateful that I'm not a sad bitter old bitch unlike some.

"How the fuck...who told him..." COdy was pacing the room, breathing ragged, "Unless...Dean...he wouldn't..."

"He, Seth and Whorey Corey are old indie mates," Paige said grimly, "It is possible."

"No. I know who it fucking is," snarled Cody, "Who else would it be..."

Paige was on the same wavelength.

"AJ...oh what a bloody surprise," she spat, "Oh please can they give us a cell match. I will rearrange her face and taste her blood after."

"Ugh you don';t want to do that...Punk dips in that regularly," snarled Cody, "Did you know that...cunt Graves had him as well."

"Oh yes, just before Jesse left," Paige said, "He was cheating on him way before. I was threatened to not tell on him."

"But Punk was dating Curtis then..."

"Male Melina you said.."

"Ugh...ugh...oh God...excuse me."

He dashed to the bathroom and Paige winced at the sound of vomiting. She nervously went in and saw the broken ravenette hunched over the bowl, gasping. She rubbed his back sympathetically.

"We can't let the bastards win," she said, "Ugh it's like school here sometimes."

"I've been in the business since 1985," gasped Cody, "It was worse in the Nineties believe it or not...Dustin and Dad say...*sob sob*...need...need...J..."

"Hey hey...c'mon..you need a lie down..."

"Want him...here..."

"You know he can't...Nashville..."

"Don't care...bring him to me...please..."

She slowly escorted him to the bed. Now she really did feel like 'mum'. Tucked him in and everything. Just as she was getting ready to turn in herself (after putting Cody's phone and iPad in a far corner of the room to prevent him making himself feel worse by going onto social media, the door unlocked and in came Eden, with a shopping bag.

"Oh...hi Paige," she said.

"Hey...sorry I'm just going," the younger girl said.

"Cody? What's the matter honey?" Instantly she was beside her wretched-looking husband who was shaking.

"Shit stirrers on Twitter, you guys should talk...alone. I;ll see you in the morning..."

"Night."

Paige left, feeling very uncomfortable.

She made her way back to hers and Summer's room, checking for Total Divas camera crews first before opening the door. The blonde girl was on the bed, in workout gear, doing some stretches.

"Hey," she said.

"Oh hey," Summer replied, "Squeezed in a late night workout while you were gone. I see I'm once more Corey's target."

"I wanna kill him," Paige snapped, perchinfg next to her and resting her head on Summer's chest, "You weren't even involved and he fired shots at you."

"Oh I'm his favourite target, it amuses me hun, don't worry about me, I can handle him," Summer said, running a hand through the luscious raven locks, "Pathetic really. Grown-ass men playing little girl games on social media."

"Suppose so," Paige said, "But worried this will get us all in the shit."

"If we say nothing then we've got no rope to get hung with," Summer said, pecking the younger girl on the back of the head.

"I'd like some rope to lynch up that little slag AJ," snarled Paige, "She's the one behind all of this..."

"No proof sweetie," Summer said, "You're better than that. Come on...let's not talk about her...she bores me."

She whirled the smaller, younger girl onto her back.

---

A week or so later.

It was a bad idea to invite Cody along to this night out. Never mind Brie mode, this was Coddles mode. He was putting cocktails away like they were grape soda. Eden will be SO mad. And the Total Divas cameras were there as well. Brie, Nikki and Nattie had been so full of good intentions after the way he was moping backstage after the live event.

Also present were Adrian Neville (on half pints because Sami Zayn his other half was keeping a beady eye on him), Paige and Summer. Naturally the producers kept trying to engineer reasons for Nattie and Summer to fight over nothing.

"My round," Adrian said, actualy not minding that females outnumbered the males here ten to 3.

"You've had enough Ben," snapped Sami.

Girlish jeers all round.

"Be a good boy now Adrian," teased Paige, ringleader as always, perched openly on SUmmer's lap. This was a gay friendly bar after all.

"Can't those cameras just piss off?" Adrian complained.

"Not until drama kicks off," Nikki chimed in, "Where's Rosa when you need her.."

"Nicole! Enough already," Poor Natalya was blushing. She had STILL not gotten over Rosa having a crush on her and making a move on her for TV.

"Why doesn't anyone go up and sing...it is a karaoke bar after all," Brie put in, who was also taking it easy. She was itching to get home to call Daniel. Brie Mode was definitely not on the cards tonight.

"Well I did volunteer," Summer added.

"Have you heard yourself in the shower?" Sami teased.

Paige lobbed a soggy serviette at him.

"I'll sing if nobody else does," she said, getting to her feet, "Only there's no songs called I Hate AJ."

Catty giggles all around from the veteran Total Divas. Even Adrian managed a smirk.

"Where's Cody?" Nikki drained her glass of champagne, "I thought he was going to the bathroom?"

Sami got to his feet. As the only truly sober one of the bunch it was down to him to look after everyone. Even Paige was taking a night off of being 'mum'. And that dress was EXTREMELY short. If Cody was his usual cute happy self he'd have told her off for it. As he left, Adrian now felt very awkward. Only bloke in a sea of ladies, two of whom were NOT hiding the fact that they were lovers. It was nice to see that there really was no tension between Nattie and SUmmer.

"Have the cameras left?" Nattie asked.

"Oh...looks like it," Nikki said, "So is there gonna be no Brie mode tonight?"

"Nicole..." Brie side eyed her sister hard, "I'm gonna head back to the hotel to call Bryan."

"Brie Mode...Brie Mode..."

"Stop it," Brie said, looking alarmingly mum-ish as she scolded her twin.

"Good job because TJ was asking about expecting a drunken mess phone call slagging him off," NAttie said, "Guess he can hit the sack early?"

Sure enough, the camera crews had left, having realised that drama was not going to happen tonight. And Paige and Summer were acting WAY too couply to be plausibly edited out. Adrian was very used to this having been with them in NXT, but the three veteran girls did look totally nonplussed.

Paige's reversed snapback was almost falling off and she was giggling.

"You're so lucky Sami's had to go rescue others," Adrian remarked.

"You can take the piss now but now the cameras are gone, the knickers will be off and he'll be giving you a lapdance," Paige said, "He thinks I'm joking girls..."

"And we're not rescuing you," smirked Summer, who only had eyes for the gorgeous ivory-skinned ravenette sat on her lap. NAttie looked hella awkward. It had been well known backstage for a while about the relationship between the two former NXT girls but it was the first time she'd seen them be all over each other. She'd been exposed to more than enough Sapphic vibes recently. What with Rosa taking her to lesbian bars, Rosa trying to make out with her...blah blah. Tyson would probably not approve.

"Legs closed Saraya, not everyone needs to see your camel toe," came that mischievous Montreal accent.

Paige just took her hat off and slapped Sami with it. Stood with him was Cody who was distinctly melancholy-looking. He was disguised with a snapback of his own and his Off Duty glasses. Obviously Paige knew why he was so sad but the others there couldn't understand.

"Sami..." he sighed.

"Come on pick your face up," Sami teased.

"I want another drink," Cody pouted.

"Water," Sami admonished him.

"Cosmopolitan," Cody said.

"That's the third one you've had and we've barely been here an hour," Sami scolded, "You need to calm down young man."

"Am I not allowed to enter Brie mode, I was the party queen on the roster for years," COdy folded his arms, before rounding on Nikki, "Gurl, back me up here."

"You have not lived until you've seen the ENTIRE WWE roster get up and Vogue," Nikki said. She, Brie, and Nattie had all been present for that night of legend, much talked about in backstage folklore, where Cody, Josh and Layla had led a roster-wide flashmob of sorts on the dance floor to Madonna's 1990 classic Vogue. Including such unlikely candidates as Fit, Edge and Kane. It had been a case of 'fuck it, we've had too much beer, what have we got to lose'. Everyone had tried to film it on their phones. And everyone had some grainy footage stashed away somewhere.

"See is that really true or just a dirtsheet rumor?" Sami said, perching on Adrian's lap to protests from the Geordie.

"One hundred per cent," Nattie said, "Lisa...Victoria slash Tara...oh man...she was hilarious."

"Oh totally," Nikki put in, "Nattie. More champagne?"

"OH yes..."

The two remaining veteran divas made their way towards the bar.

"Bet you're relieved aren't you Summer?" Adrian said.

"Ben..." growled Sami.

"You know it's all a work, I have no problem with NAttie," the tall blonde said, giggling as her younger girlfriend nuzzled her neck, "Obviously we've sold it well if coworkers believe it."

"Want to know the secret?" giggled Paige.

"I know! Me! ME! ME!" Cody was like an excited kid.

"Tell us anyway...hang on give me a moment.." Sami paused to make out lustfully with Adrian. It was a gay friendly bar. He had been DYING to do this. He was determined to make Adrian be proud and public as often as he could. The Brit was getting so much better but he still needed work.

"Oh look he's in heat," Paige smirked, "Well...anything you can do..."

And to Cody's cocktail-soused joy, the young British girl grabbed Summer and began to snog her face off just like Sami did to Adrian.

Instantly Sami broke HIS assault on Adrian's mouth, much to the embarrassed Geordie's relief.

"Get. A. Room!" he gasped.

"Why?" giggled Cody, "Out and proud, right gurl?"

"Yes but...pervy dudebros.." Sami spluttered.

"Let them, they're obviously jealous and can't get a shag," Paige smirked, looking rather flustered, re-adjusting her back-to-front cap.

"You work that Snapback," Sami said, "In fact you work it far better than Nikki."

"I am SO telling her you said that!" teased Paige.

"No no...I was kidding..." Sami pleaded.

"Just remember she can squat 240," Summer reminded him, "THose are some strong-ass arms she's got."

"And so are those on your girlfriend," teased Sami, "I'm gonna go sing."

"They won't have Rancid or Misfits," PAige said.

"Green Day will do, mainstream sellouts that they are," Sami said, grabbing the pad from the centre of the table and flicking through the laminated pages of the song book. He scrawled 'Longview - Green Day; Sammy' in the box plus the number, "Anyone else gonna have a go? COme on ladies, don't be boring."

"Gimme," Cody snatched the song book, his rapidly-increasingly-drunk mind in overdrive, feverishly searching the artists beginning with M.

"Mate you must be drunk because your singing's awful," Adrian teased, before launching into an impression of Cody on the WWE Superstars singing Taylor Swift's 22, "Yeaah...we're happy and confused in the best way.."

Paige and Summer howled with laughter. Cody pouted like a child being denied candy.

"Meanie. That song means something to me."

"What?" giggled Sami.

"Was the age I was when I met Joshy..."

"Big sap," Paige teased, but she could spot the sadness in his voice. Bless him. He was a stupid idiot but everyone makes mistakes.

Adrian leaned over to see what song Cody was picking. Really?

"Paper.." Cody said.

Summer tossed one to him.

Cody scrawled the song on the sheet, the artist and number, and for the name he signed it 'Garrett.'

"I'll take them up," Summer said, "Unless you want a go babe.."

"I want to see those two make colossal arses of themselves," Paige grinned.

The slim figure of Brie Bella re-appeared at that moment.

"What you doing back?" asked Cody.

"Bryan told me to stay and have fun," she said, "As long as Brie Mode stays asleep. Ooh are you doing karaoke?"

"The boys are," Summer said.

"Oh really?" grinned Brie, "Now this I have to see."

Paige was flicking through the book. Huge selection but nothing she really fancied. And none of her favourite bands were in there. All poppy stuff with the odd mainstream rock song. Hmmmm. She discreetly added 'Sarah' (well it was a shortening of sorts of her real name) to Cody's list. Cody had everything - a hot body, pretty-boy looks, in ring talent, wrestling heritage and ability, charisma, super-cute niceness...but not a good singing voice. At all. He would slaughter that song. So she'll let him sing and if he is really bad, she'll take over. He looked well on the way to being wasted.

"Nobody else want a go?" Brie smirked as her sister and Nattie returned with a bottle of Cristal Nikki had purchased. Brie spotted the ultra-expensive champagne and side-eyed her twin hard.

"Bryan gone to bed?" giggled Natalya.

"No he told me to stay...the boys are going to serenade us," Brie said.

"Sing with me Brie," Nikki said, grabbing the book.

"Hmm...I wonder what you two are going to sing," grinned Sami, collating the papers, "Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves?"

"Yeah, go on Nicole, that used to be our thing," Brie wheedled, "And you owe me for making me look at your vagina."

"Fine," sighed Nikki, scrawling their names onto a piece of paper along with the name of said song.

Sami took it and wandered over.

"You not going to sing to him?" Paige teased Adrian.

"I do not sing," Adrian said, gulping more beer.

"Sami would REALLY appreciate the sentiment," Paige persisted.

"No. No. I'm not making an arse of myself...you're a sadist, you know that?"

"Playing with men is my ultimate pleasure in life," Paige smirked as Sami left.

"You are so lucky he's gone," hissed Adrian.

"Champagne Cody?" Nikki offered him the bottle.

"Yay..." Cody reached for a glass, "Is this a gift from John?"

"You could say that," giggled the stronger of the twins, filling the glass, "Cheers."

The three longest-serving WWE superstars/divas toasted to well, being veterans.

Sami hopped back onto Adrian's lap.

"Songs all submitted, ooh what we talking about?" he made himself comfortable much to the Geordie's protests.

"Let's bitch about AJ," Paige said, "While nobody is earwigging us."

"Oh yes," Cody said, "Come on NAttie, spill the tea. You threw so much shade at her in that radio interview."

"Stop..." giggled the blonde.

"Yeah go on Nattie, be a bad girl for once," Paige said.

"She makes fart sounds with her mouth whenever she gets me in a hold," Nattie said, "I mean...really? How old are we here? It was a stupid gimmick.."

"Extremely stupid gimmick that should have been given to Smelly Kelly," cut in Cody.

"Or Whorey Corey," snarled Sami.

"Ugh don't," Paige grimaced.

"I thought he was nice when he did the camera stuff," Nattie said.

"Probably because he wants to fuck your husband, lock TJ up," Sami said, "He doesn't care if they're married, parents, in relationships or celibate. He will ride anything in pants. He's the most ratchet piece of trash to ever cross the threshold of this company."

"Except Melina," Cody said.

Both Bellas gave him a look. They had always gotten on quite well with her.

Cody looked sheepish and resumed sipping his expensive champagne.

"I never got any of that vibe," Nattie said, "TJ said everyone avoids Corey at the PC but he was totally cool with us."

"Probably because the Total Divas camera crew were there and he sucked them all off," Sami said, "He's been banged more times than the first pole on Flappy Bird."

Both Bellas winced. Ouch. They hadn't seen Sami Zayn's bitchy side yet, evidently.

"This is Sami in a good mood by the way ladies," Paige teased, patting Sami on the head.

"Oh no," Nattie said, "I used to work Raw. This one makes Sami look like a pussycat. (she pointed to Cody). He was the baddest bitch around."

"Oh yes," Brie said, "Cody's such a softie these days. Back then he was the Regina George of WWE. Everyone was scared of him."

"Innocent little Cody? Pull the other one," smirked Paige, "I fail to believe it."

"He used to come for Ashley Massaro all guns blazing," Nikki said, "I saw the little Burn Book. Mickie's skirt made it."

"Really? I thought you liked her!" Paige challenged Cody who avoided her eyes.

"Outfit, not the wrestler wearing it," he pouted, "Don't bring that up...ancient history...I'm not that guy anymore..."

He was having flashbacks to 2007-2008, including the stuff with Bob Holly he'd rather forget. No. Don't think about that now. Have fun. Bitch about basic bitches like AJ and Corey. He drained his champagne glass.

"Imma get another drink.." he stumbled out of his seat and to the bar.

"Sami...could you keep an eye on him?" Paige said.

"Let me," Nattie said, "I have Goldust's number should he get too far gone..."

"Cody is a grown man of 29," Sami said, nuzzling Adrian who was going scarlet in the face and avoiding the gaze of every diva present, "He can look after himself."

"Do you want a pissed off Attitude Era veteran after you?" Summer put in.

"No..." Sami said.

"What is up with him anyway?" Nikki asked, "He was always the party queen for years...want a good time, invite Cody and his fellow plastics out...John was in that group for such a long time..he's all sad and miserable...maybe he hates being married."

"I doubt it," Brie said, "What is there to be upset about?"

"He is married and in love with a boy...dunno how Eden deals with it," Nattie said.

"Not up to us to comment," Brie said, necking her champagne. OK maybe unleash a little Brie mode.

The DJ running the karaoke made an announcement but it was pretty boomy and difficult to make out.

"Oh God..." Sami facepalmed as he took in the sight at the front of the bar.

"Fingers in your ears ladies," Adrian put in.

"Oh leave him alone," Paige said, climbing off of Summer's lap and wandering to the front, "Ladies...let's go be nice and support him."

Immediately Brie, Nikki and Nattie all followed suit and the five women made their way to the front as Cody stood by the mic. He was definitely looking on the way to becoming wasted. But hey, it was nice to forget work for a few hours. And nobody had recognised them yet. Maybe they could pull it off.

"Where's Sarah?" the DJ announced.

Paige raised her hand.

Cody looked at her and scowled as she wandered over.

"What you doing...my song.." he pouted.

"Giving you a helping hand love," she said, "If you find it hard.."

"I want to do this, only way I can express my feelings," sniffled Cody. Awwwwwwwwwww. He had his phone out and placed it carefully on the speaker, on airplane mode to avoid interference and that car selfie from Memphis on the screen. Paige wanted to do nothing but pat him on the head. He was like a little puppy dog. So cute. He removed his snapback and stood to await the intro.

"Summer...what's he singing?" asked Brie.

Summer shrugged.

The opening bars of a familiar mid-Eighties classic began to play. Cody took a deep breath and got 'in the zone'. So what if he sucked?

"Swaying room as the music starts

Strangers making the most of the dark

Two by two their bodies become one.."

"He's not that bad..." Nikki said to Sami who was making mock hands-on-ears.

"Awwww...he's nailing it," NAttie said.

Summer was singing along next to her whilst looking at Cody as an invisible means of support. Cody spotted her singing along and it was spurring the inebriated ravenette on with this totally-ill-suited-to-his-voice tune.

"I see you through the smokey air

Can't you feel the weight of my stare

You're so close but still a world away

What I'm dying to say, is that

I'm crazy for you

Touch me once and you'll know it's true

I never wanted anyone like this

It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss

I'm crazy for you, crazy for you.."

Paige thought this was super adorable. SO what if he was flatter than a witch's tit and totally off-key? The sentiment was what was killing it. And the way he kept glancing at the phone photo.

"Awwwww..." Brie was filming him on her phone.

"Why...why...don't embarrass yourself mate.." Adrian was saying.

"BEN! Don't be mean!" Sami scolded him.

"You were holding your ears..." Adrian spluttered.

"Only in fun..." Sami said.

"Trying hard to control my heart

I walk over to where you are

Eye to eye we need no words at all..." Cody's voice broke horribly on the long note, and a few punters winced.

"Slowly now we begin to move

Every breath I'm deeper into you

Soon we two are standing still in time

If you read my mind, you'll see.."

Paige had to step in to save him at this point, the jeers and catcalls a bit too much for her.. and she grabbed her mic and joined him in the chorus.

"I'm crazy for you

Touch me once and you'll know it's true

I never wanted anyone like this

It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss

You'll feel it in my kiss because

I'm crazy for you, crazy for you.."

"I'm crazy for you

Touch me once and you'll know it's true

I never wanted anyone like this

It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss

I'm crazy for you, crazy for you.."

Now people were appluading them. Mainly because they were both young and attractive.

"It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you

And you know it's true

I'm crazy, crazy for you.."

Whoops and applause from drunken punters as the pair of them made their way back into the throng.

"Well done mate, you're brave," Adrian said, slapping Cody on the back, who stumbled drunkenly.

"That was so cute," Brie cooed, "Shame Eden wasn't here to listen."

"Wasn't about Brandi...sorry Brie..." Cody sniffled.

"No," Paige put in, hugging him, "Certain spikyhaired boys who work for TNA..."

"NANANA!" Cody covered his ears almost on reflex at the mention of the other promotion.

Now Brie, Nikki and Nattie looked really confused.

"I think it's time to get you home," Paige whispered.

"But I haven't sung..." Sami complained.

"Nobody's stopping you," PAige said.

"Let me," Nattie said, "You deserve to let your hair down."

"So do you.." Paige said.

"Don't argue over me..." Cody sniffled, "I'm a grown man..not a little kid.."

He promptly tripped over a stray plastic beer glass and fell flat on his bottom. Instantly Adrian dived in to help him back up.

"Mate I think you've had enough...another show to work tomorrow and don't want to turn up too hungover," he said.

"Let me," Brie said, "I'm gonna have an early one after all."

"But what about Brie Mode? Come on Brianna I even splashed out for you.." Nikki complained.

"There'll be other nights Nicole," Brie said, "You guys stay and party. I might come back."

"You better."

After saying goodbyes to the others, the slim brunette just about managed to aid the 215 pound younger man out of the bar and into the night air.

"Thanks Brie but you shouldn't...I can take care of myself," Cody said, blushing and sniffling, alcohol loosening his tongue, "I'm such a drag...you shouldn't have invited me...had a girls night out.."

"What happened?" asked Brie, "I was telling Bryan about you and he was curious.."

Cody made a noise at the mention of his former bestie.

Brie noticed.

Uh-oh.

"Bryan...ha..." Cody said, "He hasn't spoken to me in months...apart from to torment Sheamus a few months back."

Oh. SHIT.

Cody punched the wall suddenly.

"FUCK!" he screamed, furious with himself.

Brie was bemused. What the hell? TAunting Sheamus?

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

Yes. She knew.

"You don't know Brie...it's nothing...ignore me, I'm drunk..."

"If it's about Bryan and Sheamus...guess what I already know," Brie said.

"WHAT?"

"We've had a lot of time to talk," she said, "But I get it...Nicole and I were off the road for a year...he was working all those days and nights...and got curious. Part of our way of life I suppose."

Cody fought the impulse to tell her it had carried on long after she'd come back but he was not a home wrecker or a malicious gossiper anymore. At least Daniel had been honest enough at last. He would have felt truly horrible if Brie and Daniel had split over that. And they HAD gotten married. Sheamus was well over Daniel. Well and truly. He'd had two lovers since then after all.

---

Hell In A Cell. Dallas, TX.

Dean Ambrose was sat in Catering, trying mainly to avoid the Total Divas cameras. Now it seemed the entire division save for Layla, Emma and the still-recovering Tamina Snuka seemed to be a part of that damn show now so those cameras were everywhere.

His phone buzzed.

From: **number***

Hey Dean...please...can't apoligse enough..it's been weeks now :(

Dean deleted it. He was still so fucked off at Cody and what he saw as pure hypocrisy. All that crap Cody spoke and then decided to go bang Axel in secret. He didn't know what to believe anymore. He thought Cody was a real friend. Not a user like so many in the business. You had to be careful who you trusted at the best of times.

"Hey look, Ambrose has no friends," sneered Diego to Fernando.

"Not surprised, he's probably fucked them and scared them off," smirked Fernando.

Ugh. Seriously. Were these two irrelevant hacks for real? Dean almost forgot they existed until recently.

He ignored them and continued reading Bleacher Report on his phone. He'd had to travel here with Renee to avoid being spotted with Seth and thus breaking kayfabe, and to piss off crazy fangirls. Renee took the hate like a champ, feeding off it. He owed her for that.

"Yo Ambrose," Diego apprached his table, "When you gonna just admit that you're fucking Hunter?"

"Yeah," chipped in Fernando, "All because a few psycho fat girls want your dick and you're the main event? You must be riding Triple H."

"Explains why he walks funny if he is," Diego snickered.

The loathsome undercard pair laughed nastily.

"Why are you so obsessed with me?" Dean deadpanned, "I don't see your names on the pay per view card."

Cody had just walked in and spotted Dean's old adversaries cornering him. He knew Dean wouldn't thank him for this but he found his legs carrying him over. He had clashed repeatedly with Carlito over the years and didn;t think much of the young Colons if he was honest. Apple didn't fall very far from the tree.

"Oh look, it's the brother and cousin of the walking toilet brush," he spat.

"Really?" Diego hissed, "You're STILL using that insult? As old as your Dad and about as mobile."

Cody sucked in his breath, itching to just slap the smug jobber in the face. In the past anyone who fired shots at his family would have a date between their face and the nearest wall. But he knew better than to draw bad attention to himself by picking fights.

"Sorry what was that Primo? Can't hear you over how irrelevant you are," Cody said, "Go back to being the piss break match with your little mascot."

Dean scowled. What business did Cody have poking his nose in? Making him look weak.

Diego got right in Cody's face.

"You've got no respect for my family," he snarled, "About time someone knocked you off your fucking perch."

Cody covered his mouth and nose disdainfully.

"Do you mind? There are such things as mints," he sneered, fully in his Regina George mode, "Your breath smells like the shit Carlito's head cleans off the pan."

Dean snorted. Oh God. Cody was golden with his acid tongue. They weren't kidding when they said he ruled the roost for years. Ouch.

Defeated, Los Matadores had to be content with scowls and muttering as they stomped off.

"What you doing?" Dean growled, folding his arms.

"Serving truth teas," Cody said, "Dean...please..."

His blue eyes crinkled. Kicked puppy look.

"Got nothing to say to your hypocritical ass," spat the Lunatic Fringe, "Don't want to hear your bullshit."

"You never let me explain...and it's none of your business what I do in bed anyway!" Cody said, stung.

"You preached so much purity shit at me and then go and cheat on your wife and Josh..."

"Joshy AND RYback set the whole thing up! You don't have to believe me but that's what happened! It was 3 weeks ago now Dean! Please...I hate that it happened...it was a stupid thing to do...regretted it after."

"Yeah once you'd emptied your nutsack," scowled Dean, "You used him!"

"He used me!" Cody cried, "He came onto me. I tried to say no."

"Oh and you just couldn't resist when he showed you the gates of hell, huh? What did he do? Tie you down and then sit on your dick?! Please. I might not be Brain of America but I'm not as stupid as you think I am. Or was it just because I'm too rough and ugly for your tastes?"

Immediately Dean went scarlet. Part of his anger had been jealousy from when he'd had the tiniest and briefest of crushes on Cody before leaving to shoot Lockdown. What had Axel got that he hadn't? Even Seth had quizzed him repeatedly as to why he took Cody and Curtis' one night stand as some kind of personal attack and he'd tried to weasel out of a straight answer.

"Dean?"

"You're a user! Fact!"

"Dean...why do you think it was to get at you?"

"FINE!" roared Dean, "You want the truth? You turned me away and yet you let HIM in your bed!"

"It wasn't about that...my best friend seduced me. And you're back with Seth now."

"Still hurt," Dean confessed, avoiding those sparkling blue eyes.

"I don't go around sleeping with guys in relationships!" Cody cried incredulously, "It was a one off. It was a mess. I haven't spoken to Curtis since then. Our friendship's in tatters because of that! I've barely been sleeping and been really off in my matched thinking about it! Joshy says hes not mad at it but I KNOW he is...I can't live with anyone else hating me for it. "

"I don;'t hate you...you helped me out so much when everyone else avoided me," Dean mumbled, "Just...well...if Colby rejected me again..."

"But he didn't.."

"I still think you're hot," Dean admitted, "And I can't deny I've wondered what a night with you must be like..."

"No Dean. No. Open relationships never work. I dunno how Brandi or Joshy put up with me. I can't speak to Curtis or Ryback. And I'm not breaking you and Seth up after everything you went through. Seth's body is banging anyway. How could you even think about other guys when you've got that in your bed?"

He gave a small smile and opened his arms, hoping Dean would accept it and their friendship was mended. He did miss having Dean around.

To his relief, Dean hugged him.

"You even try and make me plastic..." Dean said.

"I dunno gurl," Cody smirked, "You used a Regina line on Los Shitadores."

"Which one...oh...oh fuck I didn;t even realise..."

"Dean have you been watching Mean Girls?"

"No...just I see the gifs floating around...hey...how often do you do stuff like date nights?"

"Not a lot, well, do them with Brandi...least I can do after the amount she has to put up with from me...but haven't seen Joshy in person since we were in Tennessee."

"What do you do on date night?"

"Just dinner, let him...or her...choose, offer to pay up and then watch a movie...and then end it with long and slow in bed."

"But surely with Josh...he should be the one letting YOU choose, right..." Dean's lip curled.

"If he didn't get fired and be forced to work for crappy wannabe promotions...then we would have started up a regular date night. And yeah I would...as I am the bottom."

"You wear the pants," Dean said, "Don't lie. You probably are the main reason his abs are so toned."

"You don't just get known as the best power bottom in WWE, that's a title to be earned," Cody smirked, "And as you are the booty boy in your relationship, Seth should pick the movie. And the restaurant. All you need to do is wear some killer underwear and the cologne he likes. Oh and manscape."

"I can't get to grips with that..." Dean mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

"Veet," Cody said, "No crappy Walmart home brand shit. And use the plastic tool. Gets in all the right places. Cheeks like silk get yo man going. Nobody likes flossing their teeth with butt hair."

"Unless they're Sheamus," Dean smirked.

"Ew," Cody said, "Cesaro's body is on point but gurl...manscaping exists for a reason."

"What if he gets beat up too bad in the match?" Dean asked, "We've got some epic spots worked out."

"Then skip dinner, order room service and just let him pick a movie," Cody said, "And maybe attend to his needs. If you're more beaten up after, then it is your God-given right to be Mr Money In The Bank's princess and treated as such."

"You're weird," Dean chuckled. Yet thoughts of various scenarios involving dim lights, a cushy hotel bed, and he and Seth sweaty and naked were flashing through his mind.

---

In the male superstar's locker room, several were averting their eyes at the rather un-necessary sight of two men, one spray tanning the other in full view.

Dolph Ziggler was enjoying the attention. Well not as much as his friend-turned-lover Mike the Miz who was wearing nothing but a sappy smile as Dolph sprayed his chunky body with the expensive, high-end boutique fake tan.

"Thank you Nicky," simpered Mike, "Could you be a sweetie and apply my facepack whilst this dries."

Cesaro had left the locker room in disgust and Sheamus was waiting to go through spots, very reluctantly, with Miz. Why? Why was he feuding with his new fella's ex? Who was the mole planted in the locker room to feed ideas to Creative? Because it was just a bit too convenient that as soon as Mike and Dolph were formally a couple as opposed to fuck buddies, that their feud was wound down and this one with Sheamus was started. And who was Cesaro feuding with? Dolph. The Irishman had every right to be suspicious. Trickery afoot.

Sheamus just watched as Dolph began to smear a face pack on Mike. Jesus. That bloke was under his thumb. Something about Miz tended to do that, the Irishman observed. Cesaro used to be at Miz's beck and call. Miz must be a demon in the sack because how else would that preened and pampered fat git get a man?

"I have to put my jam on," Mike grinned, padding shamelessly to his phone and finding his favourite song.

'First things first I'm the realest...'

Of course.

Dolph strangely hadn't gotten tired of Iggy yet (dat ass tho) despite Mike blasting The New Classic in the bathroom every morning as he got ready.

"You done yet?" complained Sheamus, checking his watch.

"Wait," snarled Mike.

Sheamus huffed and rolled his eyes.

Mike bent over on purpose in front of him to pull on some very tiny briefs. Dolph just smirked appreciatively at the sight. Mike made sappy eyes at him as he covered up his modesty. He then padded to Dolph and leapt into his arms.

"What's all this in aid of?" smirked the blonde.

"Does there have to be a reason ...best boyfriend ever?" purred Mike, nuzzling Dolph's neck.

"No but c'mon bro..you gotta go work the match," Dolph said.

"Tell Claudio to not shed all over the new trunks which I had made for you," Mike said, "Yuck. Hairy men. Gross."

He shot Sheamus a bitchy grin.

Sheamus cracked his knuckles and scowled.

"I'll be in the side room," he muttered, getting up and leaving before he threw up.

Mike continued to nuzzle Dolph and make cute little squeaks. He was SO happy. Happiest he'd been in months. It had been horrid to lose Justin Roberts. Now their frat pack was down to four - Mike, DOlph, Alex and Zack. But Dolph wasn't going anywhere soon. So Mike was perfectly content. He wrapped his chunky legs tightly around DOlph. Mmm. Such core strength to hold him up like this.

"Carry me?" Those big blue eyes blinked and widened innocently.

"You don't need me there bro," Dolph sighed.

"Please? I'll do that thing you like when I suck you off?"

Dolph smirked like a true fratboy and obligingly carried Mike out of the room. This was free weight training after all. And Mike was making himself quite comfortable.

"Wait..." Dolph said, "Don't you want to wash your face pack off?"

"Leaving to penetrate as deep as possible," Mike purred, pecking Dolph's lips between each word, "I like to make sure they give my skin their All...if you catch my drift."

"Behave," chuckled Dolph.

"Not in these new briefs you bought me," Mike giggled, "I feel so sexy Nicky..."

"Because you are bro," Dolph said, "Haters are jealous."

"Damn straight," Mike said.

---

Sheamus was hunting for Cesaro. He just wasn't in the mood for Miz's crap today. He could clearly see how much their disgusting display was pissing Cesaro off. He couldn't find the Swiss in any of the side rooms. Nor in any of the offices. Last stop Catering.

Phew.

Cesaro was sat on his phone, gulping water and looking mutinous. He'd had a cob on all day and the Irishman was getting worried.

He perched next to the big Swiss.

"Hey.." he said, "What's the matter?"

"Miz makes me physically sick," Cesaro snarled, "Why does he still even work here?"

"God knows," Sheamus sighed, "It only got worse. I really don't need to see all his bits and pieces flopping around the locker room. Can't just be Miz? What did Trips want earlier anyway?"

Cesaro just gave a hollow, humourless snort.

"Expect a burial," he huffed, "My own fault. All because I said what the fans think."

"Yes I know but one, John's a mate, and two, you should know better than sling mud at them...he has power," Sheamus sighed, "You should have just kept your gob shut."

"Know that now don't I?" Cesaro snapped, "Apparently I was originally slated to take Ziggler's title tonight. But now he's retaining. Hunter said I need to learn to shut my trap and that I'm lucky I've not been removed from the live shows."

Sheamus rubbed his man's back. He could see it from both sides. He knew it was frustrating for those on the mid-card - after all he himself was considered one of The Great Overpushed, but John and Randy were also his friends so he also saw Cesaro only being fittingly sactioned for running his mouth to a reporter like that.

"Hate to be the Jiminy Cricket on your shoulder," he said, "But maybe next time, think before you speak."

"Fuck you," Cesaro growled, getting to his feet and elbowing Sheamus out the way.

"You';re being a child," Sheamus began.

Cesaro flung a string of rapidly-fired French curses at him as he stormed out of Catering. Sheamus sank back into his chair and rolled his eyes. Cesaro was obviously on his Meriod today.

A big hulk of a man took the just-vacated seat along with a tall, tanned Adonis in a light blue tee.

"What's crawled up his ass?" John Cena remarked.

"He's having a strop," sighed Sheamus, "Pissed off because he got a bollocking. Look...I'm sorry. I don't think what he said. I didn't even know he did until I read the interview."

"Hey," John raised his hands, "You think after all these years and at my advanced age I can't take a bit of complaining? At the end of the day, I don't write the show."

"Maybe you should shove your dick in his mouth a bit more," put in Randy, eyes flashing.

"Randal.." sighed John, "Don't you start."

Randy had been pretty pissed about Cesaro's complaining, more so than John. It had taken a lot of ass-kissing from the Cenation leader to calm him down and make him thaw out a little towards Cesaro and Sheamus. If he had his way he wouldn't be sat here with the red-bearded backstabbing bitch.

"How's Wade?" Randy hissed cattily, "Is he enjoying being the latest notch on Whorey Graves' bedpost?"

"RANDAL."

"Whatever." Randy folded his inked arms and stared at the ceiling.

Sheamus clenched his fist but knew better than rise to Randy's baiting. And he didn't want to fall out with John. But that really cut Sheamus.

"Please let me apologise for my opponent," John said, taking a swig from his water bottle, "How's it going with Miz? Got some good stuff worked out?"

"Pfft," Sheamus scoffed, "Haven't had a chance. He's too busy fixing his tan."

"Just make it up, they'll hate him whatever you do, Sandow is the star of the show," John said, "Get him to take some crazy ass bumps and Sandow will do the rest."

"He's a good bloke, dunno why he's been stuck with that slag," Sheamus said.

"I hear Miz has peepholes cut into the back of all his trunks for easy access," growled Randy, "Better not rub too close to that prolapsed bussy, you might get swallowed up."

"RANDAL KEITH ORTON."

John's roar sent the entire Catering into stunned silence. People were turning to look at them.

Sheamus winced.

"Everyone bar Ziggler agrees with me," Randy rumbled, shrugging and idly checking his phone, "I'm just man enough to say it."

"There was nothing manly about what you said or how you worded it," John said sternly, glaring at him, "If you keep this up you can book a hotel room with the rest of the riff raff."

"You wouldn't kick me off our bus Johnny.."

"Carry on behaving like that and I will. Fine example you're setting Alanna."

"She's not here. And leave my daughter's name out of this Cena."

They were nose to nose now.

Sheamus suddenly felt extremely awkward. He thought things were all good between the Golden Couple. Especially after all the drama they had thrown at them this year. First Bryangate. Then Zackgate. And all the scrapes Randy got into with annoying fans online.

"Whatever," Randy spat after a pregnant pause, putting his feet on the table and continuing to browse his phone, "Might download Grindr."

John gritted his teeth. When Randy was in one of his moods...le sigh. It wouldn't be a day in the life of Centon if he didn't have to clear up any mess left by Randy's big mouth but sometimes it could be trying. And today Randy was really testing his patience. Especially in front of mutual friend Sheamus.

"You think if anyone hits you up on that app they'll keep quiet?" he challenged, "Front page of TMZ, National Enquirer...Randy Orton In Gay Hookup Scandal! They'll film the whole thing and leak it."

"And?!" snarled Randy, vein throbbing in his temple, "Maybe I WANT the world to know I'm fucking gay!"

"Randal, for God's sake..."

"After all, you;d rather have some fake-ass screen romance for a trashbag reality TV show with a blow up doll who can't wrestle a lick than fully commit to me?! After all I'm ONLY the man you've been dating for thirteen fucking years! But oh no I must still be your dirty little secret! God FORBID the fans find out!"

"You know it's not as simple as that..."

"WHY?!" bellowed Randy, now on his feet and bearing down alarmingly on John, "ARE YOU ASHAMED OF ME?!"

Now people were staring.

"Not here, we'll talk outside," John mumbled, really not wanting a big drama. Not on a pay per view night.

SLAP!

John was almost thrown off his chair by the impact of the huge bitch slap he'd just received from Randy. Anyone else he'd happily punch or kick. Not John. If he was that mad at John it was always a slap. John never could figure that one out.

Randy had stormed out of the room.

Rolling his eyes and holding his stinging face, John wordlessly got to his feet and took off after the furious Viper. Why tonight? Why? Couldn't they just get through the gruelling match they had been booked and then have a domestic after? But it was Randy. Nothing was ever that simple.

Sheamus exhaled.

OK he'll never complain about Cesaro being stroppy again. Whew.

John must have the patience of a saint.

---

John had not managed to calm Randy down and their match was hellish. Fans completely disrespected it despite them both taking some big ass bumps and John was pretty thankful to finally go home and get it over with. He was sure they'd over-run. At least Randy had enough balls to actually still call spots.

Every part of the big hulk's body was aching and stinging and he still had a mega-pissed-off Randy to deal with on top of that. It was nights like tonight that he was wondering if it was time to hang up the Jorts and colourful tees for good and find something else to do.

At last.

THe medical room to get some ice on the more tender parts of his extremities.

Randy didn't even look at him as the doctors gave him a once over.

"C'mon," sighed John.

"What?" spat Randy.

"Can we not...at work?"

"Whatever."

"You going to behave like a grown-ass man of 34 or like a teenager?"

A snarl and getting flipped the bird.

Charming.

John took a deep breath.

"FUCK THIS!" yelled Randy, hurling the icepack on his shoulder at the wall and storming out the room.

"What's with him?!" snapped Dr Sampson.

"Don't ask," sighed John, "As usual I have to sort him out. Am I good to go?"

"Yep," the doctor tending to him said.

"THanks."

John picked himself up and left the room, running to catch the Apex Predator who was kicking open the door of the locker room.

"GIVE ME MY GOD DAMN BAG KINGSTON!" was the furious roar audible from inside.

John shut his eyes. Oh God.

Really not in the mood for this.

Randy re-appeared, still in his ring gear, his blue tee back on his sweaty torso and his face black as thunder.

"Out my way asshole," he snarled, eyes flashing.

"Just a minute," John had just about reached the end of his tether. He grabbed Randy and threw him hard against the wall, the veins in his enormous arms and traps throbbing dangerously, "You don't fucking speak to me like that. I don't know what the fuck your problem is jack but I am the guy you're supposed to fucking love. You carry on like this and it's fucking finito. And I mean that."

"Fine. Finish it. Then you can have Silicon Tits in your bed and shower her with all the Louboutins she can get!"

Defiant to the end, that Randy.

John had half a mind to make Randy think it was over just to snap him out of this stinking mood. But the repercussions of THAT option would be too much to bear. He should just ride this one out.

"Get your ass back on the tour bus."

"Don't tell me what to fucking do Cena or I'll break every bone in your roided up body."

"Like to see you try. Move it."

He roughly shoved Randy along.

"In future Cena you want to discuss matches and feuds with me you can go through Kim. I'm Randy Orton. I don't have to answer to you."

John bit back a scornful laugh.

"You don't scare me you know. You can ignore me all you like. Act the big hard man. But just remember that my dick has been in your ass and I know the real reason you were fired from the Marines."

"You wouldn't."

"WOuldn't I?"

FInally John seemed to be getting somewhere. Randy seemed to lose some of his fight and stomped mutionously ahead like a sulking teen in the direction of the parking lot towards the tour bus. He kicked open the doors hard and stormed inside. John gave their ever-faithful driver an apologetic shrug and followed Randy on.

"Thirteen fucking years...all he cares about is being fucking liked..." Randy was still in one heck of a mood as he tore his ring clothes off and wriggled into some lounge pants.

"I can hear you, I'm not deaf."

Randy gave an alarmingly savage snarl and glowered at him, daring him to say another word.

John just shook his head and kicked off his trainers, also undressing. Once he was just in his boxers (Randy's eyes raked every inch of that hulking frame regardless. Woof) he perched on the bed.

"Sit," barked John.

"No."

"I'm giving you an order Orton. DRIVER! START THE ENGINE!"

With a roar the tour bus's diesel engine fired up. Now Randy couldn't do his Kevin the Teenager impression and make a dramatic exit.

Randy growled with frustration and sat on the very foot of the bed.

"Hey," John said, softening his voice and rubbing those sweaty, copper, inked shoulders, "What's with all this aggro?"

"You're fucking ashamed of me John."

"No...for starters we're meant to hate each other.."

"Stephanie's twitter breaks kayfabe. Eden's vlogs break kayfabe. Total Divas breaks it. Sometimes."

"What's brought all this on?"

"This fucking fake-ass Hollywood bearding silicon-tits is doing with you."

"Her name is Nicole. And she's one of the better in ring competitors in the women's division."

"Whatever. Most people see it's fake. Why don't you just come out?"

"Because I still have family to provide for."

"Oh so I don't matter enough?! THANKS A FUCKING BUNCH CENA!"

SMASH.

A pedometer near the bed was lobbed ferociously at the wall and it fell to pieces on impact.

"Good job that was a freebie."

"Dick."

Randy shuffled even farther away.

John sighed. This was going to be a LONG night. How could he get through to the raging Viper when he was like this? After all these years...he thanked God men couldn't have babies. A pregnant Randy? Hell on wheels to everyone and everything! Satan in human form!

He snickered at the thought. Oh man.

"What's so fucking funny?" snarled Randy.

"Nothing...just imagining what you'd be like if you were pregnant...a hormonal hag from hell."

Randy just growled some more.

John just wasn't taking this fucking seriously!

He pounced, pinning the big man to the bed.

He was breathing heavily through his nose. His face was purple. He looked like a charging bull.

John was a little scared. Randy seriously looked murderous right now.

"Fuck me. Fuck me now!" growled Randy.

"And what's that gonna solve?" John hissed.

"Do as I say Cena. Or I'll break your neck."

Much as John would love to throw Randy down and pound him so hard through the mattress he'd be squealing like a stuck pig, now wasn't the time.

"How about no," he deadpanned, "We do something new. Talk."

"Don't want to fucking talk. I want to fucking FUCK."

"So eloquent."

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

John knew better than to rise.

Instead he leaned up and softly began to kiss Randy's neck.

Randy let out a reluctant moan. Oh GOD that was good. Yes John..NO! He was pissed the fuck off at Cena. But...this felt so nice...please keep doing that.

John could literally see the red steam evaporating from Randy as he continued to turn the Viper on, one of his hands now caressing inside the baggy loungepant-clad thigh. That's it...calm down...good boy...

Randy collapsed on the bed next to him, legs open.

John slowly began to remove the lounge pants. A wet spot was already forming on the front. Jesus Randy was so easy to get going sometimes.

Randy made to grab John for kisses but John slapped him away. He continued to just stroke inside Randy's thighs. Get him turned on and calm. Then talk. He was at his most vulnerable that way. And he got more sense and truth out of Randy at times like this than any other.

"John..."

"Yeah?"

"Don't stop..."

"You going to stop being a stroppy little bitch?"

"Anything...just...keep touching..."

Actually. John had a better idea. Get Randy to just blow his load. Then talk to him.

He sucked two fingers.

And slowly inserted them inside that tight hole.

"Ohhh...FUCK.."

Randy thrashed on the bed, his senses alight. Oh yes John. You have no idea how much he was craving a seeing to right now.

John was hard as anything. But he must resist.

He continued to finger Randy, enjoying the thirsty gasps and growls emanating from the younger man.

Oh what the heck.

Randy will be so thankful.

He shucked his boxers off and reached for the lubricant. Sex first. Talk after. What? They were red blooded MEN after all. Brains in their dicks (in Randy's case, his hungry ass).

Slowly John slicked up and then rested those long legs on his shoulders. Randy's piercing eyes were ablaze with hunger.

"Please...!"

A bassy rumble.

That dripped with desire.

John ever so slowly entered. Randy knew better than to jerk off. Oh yes...oh fuck...he cried out shamelessly as his prostate got the stimulation it was craving.

John began to move. in and out. Long strokes. Keeping it slow. Pausing to peck Randy's lips.

He pinned Randy's wrists to the bed so his extraordinarily strong thighs did all the work. Randy was just emitting mewl after mewl, his voice far higher than normal. Oh yes John! Don't fucking stop. Nail him. Nail him good. Fuck his anger right out of him. Better than ANY anger management. A good pounding from the West Newbury native that Randy was still so utterly besotted with.

John just grunted mannishly, letting the Apex Predator make all the noise.

"JOHN...oh fuck...fuck JOHN! JOHN! FUCK!"

Damn John got so fucking worked up when Randy moaned his name.

Randy was thundering closer. It was getting too much for him. Oh fuck he just wanted to blow his load. So much testosterone still raging through his veins like lava after their match...yes...yes...c'mon...

Randy let out a thunderous roar as he finally went over the edge, his perfectly formed abs and chest sprayed with white ropes of a much-needed release.

John went to pull out.

"NO!" gasped Randy, "You're not fucking done...please...in me.."

John hadn't seen him so raw and exposed.

Of course he will. Anything he said.

He continued to thrust in and out of the desperate Missouri native's heat, growling and grunting...yes oh fuck yes...he drove deep in one final time as he too exploded inside Randy.

"Come here..." gasped Randy, his long, muralled arms flying up to pull John to him, not wanting to let go, his bristled lips attacking John's.

"Hey hey..." John rasped, "I'm not going anywhere..."

"Love you...sorry Johnny..."

"What was that?"

"I'm fucking sorry OK."

"Good boy."

John patted Randy on the head before pulling out and laying beside him, taking the younger man's hand.

Now it was time to talk.

In five minutes obviously.

Once the highs had well and truly gone, John wriggled closer.

"So what's eaten you?" he asked matter-of-factly.

"If you'd bothered listening to me Cena, you would know. I'm mad at you for treating me like I don't exist in your life."

"You know with our jobs..."

"I don't fucking care anymore," Randy snarled, "JOnathan Felix Anthony Cena, I have been dating you for over a decade now. I want us to be fucking MARRIED!"

"But you said after Sam you never wanted it again!"

"Reverse psychology...was testing you."

"Oh jeez...you're worse than a chick."

"Well. Is it really that fucking horrible? The thought of being John Cena-Orton?!"

"We are NOT barrelling our names!"

"Fine. I'll take yours. Randy Cena. RKC."

John couldn't help but flash those dimples at him. Awwww. Randy could be so cute sometimes. And it was only ever around him. He'd love to get down on one knee for Randy one day. Maybe after their retirement match (because let's face it, that's who their final opponents would be - each other!) he'll propose live on Raw.

"You know it's not possible Randal.."

"Why? Gay marriage is legal in half of the country now. And growing."

"Our careers will be cut short. I have my family...you've got Al."

"I'll find other work. I just want to be your fucking wife."

John snorted. He wished he'd recorded that.

"Not fucking funny!"

"Sorry but you are NOT wife material!"

"EXCUSE ME! I fucking keep this million dollar bus IMMACULATE! I clean up all your shit! I iron all your clothes! I design your fucking merchandise tees! I do all the fucking grocery shopping!"

"And I always appreciate it.."

"Yes Randal...No Randal...Thank you Randal...Three bags fucking FULL Randal! You really think that's all I want in exchange?!"

"So what do you want? WHere is this going?"

"Marry me Johnny. Make me yours officially. Go public. Announce it on Dot Com. Make a cheesy ass vlog about it if you must."

"Stop throwing shade at Cody and Eden."

"I might just make a cameo in one of her vlogs to say actually, her husband really takes it up the boy pussy from a TNA announcer."

"Randal Keith CENA."

Randy grinned from ear to ear. A real smile. Not his lip curl that was his best effort for fan photos.

"What?"

"Shut up."

"No. Because you're avoiding the subject."

"Jesus it's gone midnight. We're somewhere in Texas. Is this really the time to make a big decision like this?!"

"I've waited 13 damn years Cena. I won't wait anymore."

He picked up his phone and showed John his drafts.

RandyOrton Today I come clean. I am in love with JohnCena and have been since 2001. Yes #Centon is real kids.

It was dated a year and a bit ago. Around the time he and John reconciled the first time. Awww.

"I wanted to tweet that so bad," admitted Randy, "But I knew you'd hate it. So it's stayed in drafts until further notice."

"You keep alluding to it with certain retweets," John sighed, "And your first ever tweet was about me."

"You were the one who made me sign up! And you were the one who 'leaked' all our private photos...me coming out the shower.."

"Well it got hormones stirred up, you seductive little minx." smirked John, "And wouldn't they just LOVE to see the ones I DIDN'T leak? You always could arch that back like a slut."

"What about the ones I shot for the fetishwear site..." smirked Randy.

"The ass-less rubber suit? Still in my hard drive in the safe at home."

"Maybe once we come out we could be gay icons. Model for all the sites. Nude spreads for Attitude, stuff like that?"

"Oh jeez...you've been giving this way too much thought. Once the old wrasslin peters out you'll be modelling underwear."

"Ha. If only," Randy's blue eyes peered down at his own naked body, taking in his perfect solid thighs and admittedly flat-as-a-pancake ass, "2005 maybe. When I still had a booty."

"You shouldn't have starved yourself during Legacy, you were hot as fuck as you were, you didn't need to compete with Rhodes and Dibiase."

"A twink and a southern Ken Doll? I felt fucking huge and stupid next to them."

John chuckled, shaking his head. But he knew how deep-down insecure Randy was. Even beautiful people had body issues.

---

Sheamus was knocking on Cesaro's hotel room door. He'd been stood here like a lemon for the past fifteen minutes. The Swiss hadn't answered. Where was he? Nobody had seen him. He'd taken the loss to Dolph extremely personally.

Sheamus had even gritted his teeth and approached blondie about it. But Dolph swore blind he hadn't seen Cesaro since their match had ended.

Blokes.

Sheamus always assumed dating men would be so much easier. No mind games.

But then again look how Daniel treated him.

Wade and he had a good thing going. But then Wade got injured. And then Cesaro had come on the scene. And from what Sheamus had heard, Wade was due to make a return in England next month. Great. A few months back Sheamus had been looking forward to touring Britain with Wade as it would have been their first visit back home as a couple. But as they say, anything can happen in WWE.

Sheamus did love Cesaro. But a small part did miss Wade.

And Justin Gabriel hanging around wasn't helping as Sheamus of course knew Wade used to mess with the toxic high-flyer. Justin had got the odd dig in at Sheamus' expense of late and the Irishman had ignored him thus far.

He knocked the door again.

"C'mon, I know you're in there!" he huffed.

No reply.

Damn it.

Sheamus checked the coast was clear.

He wandered down the corridor.

He turned to face the door.

Well why not?

He sprinted towards the heavy varnished door and aimed a hard Brogue Kick at it. Sure enough with a deafening crash, it flew open. The lock had broken. Ooops. Hope there was no CCTV.

"What the HELL?!" cried Cesaro.

Yes he'd been inside all along. And yes he'd been ignoring Sheamus on purpose.

"Oh surprise, surprise," snarled Sheamus, "I've been stood out there like an idiot knocking."

"Yeah. I heard."

"Don't be such a bitch Claudio."

"Whose side you on Farrelly?!"

Sheamus closed the door. Thankfully, it clicked. Phew. Hope they could get out in the morning.

"There's no sides to take! You were a silly arse and you've paid the price for it. Get over it."

"Fuck you."

"You're being a child. A six foot plus hairy child."

Cesaro flipped him the bird and went back to his iPad screen.

He noted Sami Zayn had unblocked him. Hmmm.

He re-followed Sami on Twitter.

Sheamus kicked his shoes off and removed his waistcoat before climbing onto the bed next to the Swiss, sneaking a look over his shoulder. Why was he on Sami Zayn's Twitter? Surely he wasn't considering going there again?! Sami was in a relationship. A solid relationship.

"He won't be interested in you," deadpanned the Irishman.

Cesaro scowled and flipped his iPad over.

"Anyone told you it's rude to read over people's shoulders? Or don't they teach manners in Ireland? Too busy drinking?"

Sheamus rolled his eyes.

"Anyway," continued Cesaro, "How you get them is how you lose them. Maybe I'm bored of your uncultured ass."

Sheamus sniggered. Don't try it. These petty mind games weren't going to work. Not after the Daniel fiasco.

He took the iPad from Cesaro.

"Asshole."

Cesaro rounded on him and pinned him to the bed. OK now Sheamus was a little un-nerved. The fear of Cesaro's brute strength was what fueled the fire of their relationship.

"Try it manbag," Sheamus smirked.

Cesaro unbuckled SHeamus' belt.

Now Sheamus was shitting himself.

He was so taken aback he let the Swiss strip his lower half naked.

Cesaro smirked at the big Irish brute beneath him. Those thick muscular ivory legs. He locked his flashing eyes on Sheamus' as he sucked two fingers.

Sheamus froze.

No.

No.

No.

"What you doing?" he rasped.

"Open your legs," snarled Cesaro, enjoying this power.

"No."

Cesaro's fingers were now dangerously close to the Irishman's balls. He slowly stroked the pale perineal area, enjoying the throaty moan that unwillingly escaped the vermilion-bristled lips.

OK Sheamus had to admit that felt good.

But he was not going to bottom. Not now. Not ever.

"What you so scared of?" snarled Cesaro, stroking and caressing some more, "Scared you might like it?"

"Stop it..."

"Why? Open your mind."

"You're not putting anything in me...FUCK!"

Sheamus cried out as a sharp pain shot through his lower body. Cesaro had just inserted his two fingers inside that very tight, virgin hole.

"Fine...fine...sorry for having a go at you..." panted Sheamus.

"Sorry I didn't catch that," Cesaro sneered.

"I'm bloody sorry OK?!"

Cesaro removed his fingers much to Sheamus' relief.

"All I wanted," he smiled, pecking Sheamus' lips and chuckling.

"You look like a Village People reject with that beard and a bald head," Sheamus smirked, "You're an arse."

"You enjoyed it, admit it."

"No I didn't. What the hell was all that about. You fucking shit me right up. We need to talk."

"No we don't. You were wrong. Admit it."

"No. And get your knickers off."

Cesaro shrugged and removed his sweatpants. He was wearing Andrew Christian briefs, not normally his thing. But he'd planned to seduce Sheamus in them originally.

Sheamus' eyes widened.

"Like them?" Cesaro said.

"Tarty knickers..." smirked the Irishman, "But we're not avoiding this. We need to talk. Why were you so stroppy? Can't totally be the bollocking you got."

"No," admitted Cesaro after a pause, "Some of it was...but...it's Miz."

"You're still not over him? It's cool. He treated you like shit. Listen. You're no less of a bloke to me. Regardless of whether you take it up the arse or not. It's OK to be upset. Talk to me."

"He's such a fucking user...maybe it was karma getting me after the way I screwed Sami over..and then he does all that disgusting crap with Ziggler in front of me to rub my face in it! He's not all that! he's fucking weird. Seriously weird."

"How weird. Go on, dish the dirt!" smirked Sheamus, taking the sinewy hand in his own to make the Swiss feel more comfortable, "Tell me. I won't get jealous. I wouldn't touch Miz with somebody else's."

"He likes to be treated like a chick," Cesaro said, "Not being funny but I dated men because I like men to be men. He calls his ass his pussy, his clit, all that stuff. He doesn't like his dick touched and demands to be rimmed all the time and fingered. He even wears...panties."

"What?! They'd have to be fat bird panties to fit his flabby arse!"

"Exactly. I thought at the time it was sort of hot but looking back on it...gross. He makes weird noises in bed too...like these little screams...ahh ahh ahh...ahhhh..."

"OK I don't want a full mental picture!"

"You said tell you!"

"I know but not the graphic details."

"Oh and he sits to piss."

"OK too much information!"

"He wears makeup."

"Any idiot can see that. He wears so much mascara he has to tip his head back to get his eyes open. He wears more paint than the entire girls locker room."

Cesaro grinned. Bitching about Miz was cathartic and he was already feeling much better.

"He's sucha fucking girl it's not funny...he orders roadies about to make sure his locker room space has flowers and stuff..."

"I always thought the flowers in there were from some of the other lads to give their girls and stuff. I see little Cody showering his wifey with them all the time."

"For the cameras," Cesaro said.

"Well we all know that Cody's the gayest thing on the roster," Sheamus smirked, "So what else does Miz do...I mean apart from being the most irritating person in the locker room."

"Nothing else really...just wanted to get it off my chest," Cesaro said.

"Listen. This is pure Dapper Laughs but I think it'll shut Miz up if he winds you up again, just tell Ziggler to his face that 'someone had to pull the pig'."

Cesaro grinned from ear to ear.

Sheamus began to kiss him.

"On your front," he purred.

Cesaro obeyed. Damn. Those tiny briefs were made for his amazing solid furry buns. Every curve was shown off. Sheamus couldn't stop staring. He gently snapped the waistband and began to pull them down those legs so the Swiss was fully naked.

Sheamus began to stroke between those muscular globes, enjoying the moans Cesaro emitted.

"You knock Miz but you love having yer arse played with," he murmured.

"Do I sound like Linda Lovelace on the cheap?"

"No. You sound like a manly man."

Cesaro rolled over and opened his legs. He shot Sheamus his most naughty smirk.

"Eat my pussy then Stephen."

"Don't be so vulgar."

"You can talk."

"Hey. Less lip or I'll go in dry."

"I can take the pain."

Sheamus shook his head and smirked as he crawled between those long, sinewy perfect legs. Cesaro should insure that body of his. The Irishman began to rim that still-tight hole.

"Ohhh...yeah..." Cesaro slipped into barely-audible garbled French as the sensations shot through his lower body. He might knock his ex for it but he fucking loved being rimmed. And Sheamus was so fucking good at it. Swagger was a decent fuck but the worst at ass-eating.

After all Cesaro had been the go-to guy for fellow tops on the roster for pleasing-the-bottom tips for a while. He knew what got his men going.

Sheamus played with the Swiss' balls as he continued to eat Cesaro out, occasionally stroking that lethally large cock. He was so thankful that Cesaro hadn't put that near his arse. Ouch.

Cesaro just thrashed on the bed, losing himself in the pleasure. If only you could come from this...precum was oozing all over his ripped abs.

"You really like this dont you," Sheamus hissed, indicating the weeping cock.

Cesaro nodded desperately.

"You're so amazing in bed that's why..." he moaned, "Ich liebe dich..."

"Love you too moody."

"Beweisen Sie es mir," moaned Cesaro, raising his long legs.

"What did you say? My German's still crap," Sheamus sighed.

"Je suis desolé," Cesaro whimpered, "Sorry...english...I'm sorry...I said prove it to me..."

"It's fucking hot how you slip into French and German in sex but I don't always understand it," Sheamus said, caressing inside the Swiss' thighs, "But then my Irish slips out sometimes."

"And beautiful it is too," Cesaro said, "Come here mon amour.."

He pulled Sheamus to him and kissed him tenderly and passionately before unbuttoning the Irishman's shirt to get him fully naked as he was.

"I love you," Cesaro hissed, eyes dewey as he was once more presented with every inch of that marble sculpture of a body, "I'm truly sorry..."

"Hey, it's OK," Sheamus whispered, pecking him.

Cesaro took Sheamus' hand and kissed it before inserting two of Sheamus' fingers in his mouth. He needed Sheamus in him.

"Let me get the lube.."

"No...it's fine mon amour..." Cesaro was shuffling so his ass was rubbing SHeamus' hardon, "Just...I'm prepared enough...please..."

His long sinewy arms flew around Sheamus' neck as he lifted his legs some more to guide Sheamus inside. So close and yet so far. Sheamus reached down to guide himself in and drove forward into the tight heat. Wow. He hadn't expected slip inside first time without all the usual lubing. But he supposed all that rimming had gotten the Swiss ready. And Cesaro was a big tough bloke who didn't mind the pain.

"Owww...ooh oui..oui...mon amour...je t'adore...tres bien...ohhhh..."

Cesaro rode the initial agony like a champ and gasped some more when his prostate was stabbed. The pain and pleasure fighting for dominance.

Sheamus fucking loved it when Cesaro jsut spoke fluent French in bed. Even though he knew five languages French seemed to be his most used. Because it was the most romantic. And he was so passionate. The long legs wrapped around Sheamus, locking him inside.

"Stephen...oh Stephen..."

Sheamus was in serious danger of climaxing early if Cesaro didn't stop being so hot. Fuck. He was just the perfect lover. The Irishman began to move slow and deep, enjoying the noises Cesaro was making. In fact. He heaved the big guy up so Cesaro was in control. He was going to let his passionate, hot-blooded Swiss call the shots. Cesaro's eyes were shining as soft masculine moans continued to leave his throat, hisbody writhing in ecstasy. Why didn't he switch to bottoming years ago? He enjoyed it far more than he'd ever had topping. He wasn't submissive. He was an equal. He was just extremely passionate and a romantic.

He continued to kiss Sheamus, making soft mews as he did so.

"I love you...liebe dich...t'adore..."

"Don't be so quiet," breathed Sheamus, "You're holding back..."

"Screaming is so trashy," Cesaro rasped, his accent so heavy Sheamus could barely understand what he was saying.

"Who cares if the whole of bloody Dallas hears you?" Sheamus hissed, cheekily slapping Cesaro on the ass cheek, "If you want to scream love, scream."

Cesaro's body was so alight with ecstasy now, his prostate constantly being stimulated that staying fairly quiet was becoming harder and harder. He always was vocal...just never in a trashbag Miz way. Miz was like a cheapo porn star. A loud cry left Cesaro;s throat as his prostate was hit in JUST the right place. He bit his lip.

"Good boy," Sheamus whispered, "I like it when you're noisy."

Their first time was a mess of growling testosterone after all. And the Swiss was noisy when he reached orgasm. Sheamus began to thrust up a bit faster and ahrder, encouraging Cesaro really let rip.

Cesaro's cries became more and more frequent - he was struggling to stifle them now, losing himself. Oh fuck it. He was in so much pleasure right now he no longer cared. He gasped, mewled, cried, growled and whined in garbled French, dispersing Sheamus' real name every few seconds.

Sudddenly Cesaro embraced Sheamus tight and screamed mannishly to the heavens as he went thundering over the edge, spraying his essence between their now sweaty bodies, digging his nails into Sheamus' back as his orgasm tore through him.

---

And there we go. A lot of Coddles in the first part but we finished with Sheasaro. Sorry for the lack of Ambrollins but It's been 3 weeks and I needed to put up a chapter! OH has a new job so not seen Raw Liverpool yet.

Samdrian's appearance was brief but for the moment they're all good, only so much naughty!Sami I can put in! But then again, he's unblocked Cesaro now...so...

Now both Rybaxel are back on the scene but no longer tagging, we shall see if a) they're still strong after Codygate and b) if Coddles and Curtis can repair their friendship.

Centon...well I couldn;t not really. They're the evergreen WWE pairing. I adore stroppy!Randal. Bless him.

Hope you liked this anyway! :)