Chapter 3: Path of Destruction
Title: None yet
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the wrestlers or the company in which they belong to. I simply own the storyline. Any existing storylines are being altered. Some lines are right off the show and are not mine. There may be original characters. If so they will be in the author note at the end.
Warning: Do I have to? This story contains slash. Slash is male/male relations. There will be violence against characters. There will be alcoholic use. Harsh language. This story may contain sexual situations between two men and a man and woman. If any of this offends you, I apologize. This story will not be for you.
A/N: I seemed to rather like centering the story on Randy. He is one of those characters that kind of writes himself. John is a character that slowly develops into himself. I haven’t actually proofread this chapter but already prefer it to the first two. I’ll go back and read it when I have a little more time. A quick glance says the ending was a bit rushed. Things should slowly start to pick up now that we’re getting out of the opening descriptions and all.
Summary: I’m not going to jump the gun and make a summary based on a chapter or two.
Chapter 3: Path of Destruction
4/05/2010 After show.
He tried to sleep it off but he couldn’t. Those voices that silently whisper to him are louder than usual. He raked his fingers over his short dark brown cropped hair. He continued trying to claw his way through his tanned flesh in an attempt to tear his brain out. He would do anything to hush the voices that are growing louder in his as the seconds pass. DESTROY! DESTROY DESTROY! He threw the comforter off of him and tossed his long legs over the side of the bed and stumbled. His feral eyes locked onto the television which previously was just background noise. ‘Too loud’, he thought to himself. Destroy it . The voices screamed at him. He let out a low growl and slammed his hand against the side of the television causing it to propel off the stand that it was sternly sitting on. With a crash the screen shattered into pieces all over the floor. His eyes quickly darted around the room locking onto a light blue vase holding huge yellow sun flowers. They are too bright Destroy it! He quickly grabbed the vase and hurled it against the opposite wall. What have any of these objects done for you? Doesn’t it feel better to unleash all this rage? He stumbled towards the bathroom, one arm against the wall taking slow steps. Hoping cold water will temporarily silence the voices which screamed louder than ever. He almost made it to the bathroom but timed seemed to slow down as he heard the hotel room door make a clicking sound. ‘NO!’ He wanted to scream but nothing seemed to come out. He watched as the hotel’s hallway light slowed poured in and a small figure stood in the entry way.
“Hey is everything alright in here?” A way to familiar voice asked as it struggled to find a light switch in the nearly completely dark room. A light flickered on and a pair of eyes locked with another eyes. The rage increased tenfold when he made out who it was. The voices intensified as well. Make him pay for hurting you and betraying you. Make him suffer.
“Er.. I’m sorry Randy for disturbing you.. I thought someone was in trouble.. I heard a crash..” Cody said slowly backing up to the door. Randy Orton watched the light sweat appear on his forehead. His body quietly trembling in fear upon seeing the presence of mind that Randy is in. He’s seen what those voices cause Randy to do. Some of his scars will never heal from standing in the path of Orton’s destruction. Anger continued to flow through Randy’s blood stream as he inched towards the younger man.
Randy once believed that Cody would have been one of the people that could help cure his problem. He had taken Cody and Ted under his wing and taught them all the skills he knew in and out of the arena. They were to become his protégées and in the process he hoped he could learn to trust people again. Back in 2004, he won the prized trophy and reach top of the roster. When he won he apparently crossed Hunter because the man wanted the belt for himself. Hunter and the rest of Evolution turned on him and beat Orton down until the only thing that remained was an unconscious bloody man. Ever since then there was always bad blood between the four men in Evolution, Batista, Flair, and Hunter. It took him almost 5 years before he tried to even remotely communicate with other wrestlers. He instantly saw the same spark that was once in his own eyes in Cody. The only problem was that Cody was constantly attached to his best friend Ted. After a few weeks the three of them formed a minor faction called Legacy. The name Legacy came about because Ted and Cody were second generation wrestlers and Orton was a third generation wrestler. Things had gone well for months. Randy even picked up the title again thanks to Legacy’s help. It wasn’t until one night Ted decided to speak up, claiming that Orton was holding Cody and him back so they can’t be as successful as him. A screaming matched pursued which forced Cody into the middle trying to calm the tension down between the two older guys. It worked for a few weeks but the tension grew again.
One night they were in a match and Randy had been the legal man at the time and he had it under control easily beating down the compact wrestler, Evan Bourne. Orton had momentarily stepped back towards his corner about to Irish whip Evan into the ropes when Ted decided to reach in and slapped Randy on the back which made Ted DiBiasi the legal man. Eventually Ted lost momentum and was forced to tag Randy back in. Randy was by far the most experienced wrestler in this match so it was a logical choice. The same thing happened like earlier; someone tagged themselves in however this time it was Cody. This time though Orton had enough and decided that this was enough and turned and attack both his partners. He then proceeded to leave the ring and climbed up the ramp. The other teamed just stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds before Evan covered Cody for the win. Legacy broke up that night. Week after week Cody and Ted would both continually attack Randy every night whenever they got the chance. It all ended 2 weeks when he successfully defeated the both of them in a three way match. Now they left him alone, hell this was the first time seeing one of them not from a backstage monitor.
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Cody continued to back away seeing the threatening look in Randy’s eye and the cold glare and emotionless face of the older wrestler.
“Uhh I’m going to go now!” Cody said and hastily made his way out the door and down the hall. Chase him and make him suffer for breaking your trust. For once he agreed with the voice. He made his way out the door hot on the young wrestler’s heels.
Cody berated himself as he dashed down the hall. He glanced back seeing that Randy was indeed pursuing him. ‘Fuck.’ He turned his head right in time to crash right into another figure. “Sorry man wasn’t looking where I was going.” He dusted himself off and stood and looked at the person. ‘Fuck again’ as he saw who it was.
“John Cena you have to help me,” Cody pleaded with the more muscular man. If there was one person that Randy wouldn’t fuck with it would be John. Cody’s only chance was to rely on the mercy of John.
“Now Rhodes why the fuck would I help you? You screwed me over on more occasions then I can count? Speaking of what the hell are you running away from?” Cena growled out almost wanting to throttle the small black haired man.
“I uhh was trying to help someone but ended up pissing them off in the process. I swear I didn’t do anything wrong! Look I know we don’t like each other but I’ll leave you alone I promise!.” Cody sighed
“Who did you piss off this time? I’m not here to do any favors but I’ll see what I can do.” Cena sighed. Sometimes having a conscience isn’t a good thing.
“Him!,” Cody pointed straight at Randy. Randy just stood there eyes locked on the smaller guy who decided to place himself behind John. Soft blue eyes looked over the muscular wrestler’s shoulder at the intimidating man.
John sighed, suddenly remembering why getting a snack at 2 in the morning was a bad idea. He really wasn’t in the mood to be playing mediator for two men that tried to end his career numerous times. Randy tried to inch forward towards Cody but Cena stopped him.
“Alright Orton what did Rhodes over here do to upset you?” John glanced over at the Viper who was still staring down the young wrestler who’s hiding.
“Cena this doesn’t concern you. Step aside,” Randy spoke coldly.
John shook his head, “Cody you get a few seconds to run then it is fair game.” Cody instantly booked it down the hallway towards the elevator. John then proceeded to step aside. Randy sent him a questioning glance.
“Look whatever problem you and Cody have I’m not getting involved with. You are free to chase him down and beat him to death for all I care. If anyone asks I was arguing with you all night.” Randy couldn’t help but smirk getting the underlying hint. John offered him an alibi if he wanted to torture Cody.
John started to walk away but was stopped by Randy grabbing his arm. He looked down at the tan arm around his pale wrist and looked up at Orton. “Hey Cena, what room are you staying in?”
John raised an eyebrow, “Room 555, why?” Orton just nodded and walked away. John shrugged his shoulders and went back into his room. He laid in bed and flicked on the television. He turned on adult swim and caught a rerun of an earlier American Dad episode. He watched it for a while hoping that sleep would come to him relatively soon. The show ended and he turned over on his side, but a knock on the door caused him to roll over.
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Randy walked towards the steps after watching Cody speed into the elevator. The door sadly closed before he could reach him. He could pursue Cody and probably make it to the floor before him. He had a good idea which person he would run to next. Ted. He entertained the thought for a bit but decided to head back to his room. The voices were now just a dull whisper. Opening his door he finally took stock of the damage he did around his room. He glanced over at his bed. It was covered in shattered glass from the vase. The blankets were thrown around the room. Pillows were in shreds. There was no way he could sleep in here. He quickly grabbed his bags, phone, and wallet and left the room. The hotel was pretty booked so that left him with few options. There was no way he was going to like this. His option was probably going to kill him.
He stared at the door for a while really contemplating if it was a good idea. Normally 666 was supposed to be the creepy scary number but for him 555 freaked him out far more. What’s the worst that can happen? The man says no and kicks him out? He’s been in far worse situations before and definitely more uncomfortable ones. Orton reached up and knocked.
Moments later the door flew open and he was greeted with the shocked face of John Cena. “Needing a place to hide from the cops huh?”
John smirked and stepped aside. Randy walked in and slid his bags into the corner.
“Sort of, the hotel won’t be thrilled when they see my room.” Randy said turning back and facing John.
“Uh what do you mean” John asked raising his eyebrow looking thorough confused.
“You don’t want to know. Is this other bed for someone else?” Randy attempted to change the subject not really wanting to dwell on the early night’s activities.
“Nah the idiots booked me for two beds. Must have thought I was too big for one or some shit. Though are you going to jump me or kill me if I go to sleep? I really don’t feel like keeping an eye open all night, cuz if you are you can just leave now.” He yawned finally glad that sleep was catching up to him but making sure Randy wasn’t going to live up to his Viper nickname.
“I’ve done some terrible things in the past to you Cena, I’m not a nice person and I can snap at any time but if I have any control over it. I’ll leave you alone tonight. After all you’re saving me from a stiff neck in a rental car.” He sighed hating opening up like this especially to someone he once considered his greatest nemesis.
“Good enough for me, I just don’t feel like having to rough you up tonight. Make yourself comfortable. You don’t hurt me, I don’t hurt you.” John reached his hand out offering a handshake. Randy just stared at the outstretched hand. John was about to pull away but Randy reached out and shook his hand. Randy nodded and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He stepped out and momentarily watched John take his shirt off. Watching slowly as every inch of his back was revealing itself to the Viper. He shook his head and walked towards his bed moving the blankets back before he slid into the bed.
An hour must have passed by and soft snores could be heard coming from John’s bed. He tried to sleep but he couldn’t help thinking. It’s been a while since he head perfectly clarity without the dark voices that control him at times. He can honestly say he enjoyed it for once. Having anger, hatred, and jealousy as your only emotions for 6 years can take its toll on someone. They have been constantly coming and going recently. He glanced over at the sleeping form in the dark. It seemed to be happening whenever that man was around. Something was strange about him, something he hasn’t noticed before. Randy shook his head. He pictured a quiet waterfall, in an attempt to fall asleep. He has done enough thinking for a while; hopefully he can catch some sleep before the sun comes up. 15 minutes later, heavy breathing can be heard from both sides of the room.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the wrestlers or the company in which they belong to. I simply own the storyline. Any existing storylines are being altered. Some lines are right off the show and are not mine. There may be original characters. If so they will be in the author note at the end.
Warning: Do I have to? This story contains slash. Slash is male/male relations. There will be violence against characters. There will be alcoholic use. Harsh language. This story may contain sexual situations between two men and a man and woman. If any of this offends you, I apologize. This story will not be for you.
A/N: I seemed to rather like centering the story on Randy. He is one of those characters that kind of writes himself. John is a character that slowly develops into himself. I haven’t actually proofread this chapter but already prefer it to the first two. I’ll go back and read it when I have a little more time. A quick glance says the ending was a bit rushed. Things should slowly start to pick up now that we’re getting out of the opening descriptions and all.
Summary: I’m not going to jump the gun and make a summary based on a chapter or two.
Chapter 3: Path of Destruction
4/05/2010 After show.
He tried to sleep it off but he couldn’t. Those voices that silently whisper to him are louder than usual. He raked his fingers over his short dark brown cropped hair. He continued trying to claw his way through his tanned flesh in an attempt to tear his brain out. He would do anything to hush the voices that are growing louder in his as the seconds pass. DESTROY! DESTROY DESTROY! He threw the comforter off of him and tossed his long legs over the side of the bed and stumbled. His feral eyes locked onto the television which previously was just background noise. ‘Too loud’, he thought to himself. Destroy it . The voices screamed at him. He let out a low growl and slammed his hand against the side of the television causing it to propel off the stand that it was sternly sitting on. With a crash the screen shattered into pieces all over the floor. His eyes quickly darted around the room locking onto a light blue vase holding huge yellow sun flowers. They are too bright Destroy it! He quickly grabbed the vase and hurled it against the opposite wall. What have any of these objects done for you? Doesn’t it feel better to unleash all this rage? He stumbled towards the bathroom, one arm against the wall taking slow steps. Hoping cold water will temporarily silence the voices which screamed louder than ever. He almost made it to the bathroom but timed seemed to slow down as he heard the hotel room door make a clicking sound. ‘NO!’ He wanted to scream but nothing seemed to come out. He watched as the hotel’s hallway light slowed poured in and a small figure stood in the entry way.
“Hey is everything alright in here?” A way to familiar voice asked as it struggled to find a light switch in the nearly completely dark room. A light flickered on and a pair of eyes locked with another eyes. The rage increased tenfold when he made out who it was. The voices intensified as well. Make him pay for hurting you and betraying you. Make him suffer.
“Er.. I’m sorry Randy for disturbing you.. I thought someone was in trouble.. I heard a crash..” Cody said slowly backing up to the door. Randy Orton watched the light sweat appear on his forehead. His body quietly trembling in fear upon seeing the presence of mind that Randy is in. He’s seen what those voices cause Randy to do. Some of his scars will never heal from standing in the path of Orton’s destruction. Anger continued to flow through Randy’s blood stream as he inched towards the younger man.
Randy once believed that Cody would have been one of the people that could help cure his problem. He had taken Cody and Ted under his wing and taught them all the skills he knew in and out of the arena. They were to become his protégées and in the process he hoped he could learn to trust people again. Back in 2004, he won the prized trophy and reach top of the roster. When he won he apparently crossed Hunter because the man wanted the belt for himself. Hunter and the rest of Evolution turned on him and beat Orton down until the only thing that remained was an unconscious bloody man. Ever since then there was always bad blood between the four men in Evolution, Batista, Flair, and Hunter. It took him almost 5 years before he tried to even remotely communicate with other wrestlers. He instantly saw the same spark that was once in his own eyes in Cody. The only problem was that Cody was constantly attached to his best friend Ted. After a few weeks the three of them formed a minor faction called Legacy. The name Legacy came about because Ted and Cody were second generation wrestlers and Orton was a third generation wrestler. Things had gone well for months. Randy even picked up the title again thanks to Legacy’s help. It wasn’t until one night Ted decided to speak up, claiming that Orton was holding Cody and him back so they can’t be as successful as him. A screaming matched pursued which forced Cody into the middle trying to calm the tension down between the two older guys. It worked for a few weeks but the tension grew again.
One night they were in a match and Randy had been the legal man at the time and he had it under control easily beating down the compact wrestler, Evan Bourne. Orton had momentarily stepped back towards his corner about to Irish whip Evan into the ropes when Ted decided to reach in and slapped Randy on the back which made Ted DiBiasi the legal man. Eventually Ted lost momentum and was forced to tag Randy back in. Randy was by far the most experienced wrestler in this match so it was a logical choice. The same thing happened like earlier; someone tagged themselves in however this time it was Cody. This time though Orton had enough and decided that this was enough and turned and attack both his partners. He then proceeded to leave the ring and climbed up the ramp. The other teamed just stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds before Evan covered Cody for the win. Legacy broke up that night. Week after week Cody and Ted would both continually attack Randy every night whenever they got the chance. It all ended 2 weeks when he successfully defeated the both of them in a three way match. Now they left him alone, hell this was the first time seeing one of them not from a backstage monitor.
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Cody continued to back away seeing the threatening look in Randy’s eye and the cold glare and emotionless face of the older wrestler.
“Uhh I’m going to go now!” Cody said and hastily made his way out the door and down the hall. Chase him and make him suffer for breaking your trust. For once he agreed with the voice. He made his way out the door hot on the young wrestler’s heels.
Cody berated himself as he dashed down the hall. He glanced back seeing that Randy was indeed pursuing him. ‘Fuck.’ He turned his head right in time to crash right into another figure. “Sorry man wasn’t looking where I was going.” He dusted himself off and stood and looked at the person. ‘Fuck again’ as he saw who it was.
“John Cena you have to help me,” Cody pleaded with the more muscular man. If there was one person that Randy wouldn’t fuck with it would be John. Cody’s only chance was to rely on the mercy of John.
“Now Rhodes why the fuck would I help you? You screwed me over on more occasions then I can count? Speaking of what the hell are you running away from?” Cena growled out almost wanting to throttle the small black haired man.
“I uhh was trying to help someone but ended up pissing them off in the process. I swear I didn’t do anything wrong! Look I know we don’t like each other but I’ll leave you alone I promise!.” Cody sighed
“Who did you piss off this time? I’m not here to do any favors but I’ll see what I can do.” Cena sighed. Sometimes having a conscience isn’t a good thing.
“Him!,” Cody pointed straight at Randy. Randy just stood there eyes locked on the smaller guy who decided to place himself behind John. Soft blue eyes looked over the muscular wrestler’s shoulder at the intimidating man.
John sighed, suddenly remembering why getting a snack at 2 in the morning was a bad idea. He really wasn’t in the mood to be playing mediator for two men that tried to end his career numerous times. Randy tried to inch forward towards Cody but Cena stopped him.
“Alright Orton what did Rhodes over here do to upset you?” John glanced over at the Viper who was still staring down the young wrestler who’s hiding.
“Cena this doesn’t concern you. Step aside,” Randy spoke coldly.
John shook his head, “Cody you get a few seconds to run then it is fair game.” Cody instantly booked it down the hallway towards the elevator. John then proceeded to step aside. Randy sent him a questioning glance.
“Look whatever problem you and Cody have I’m not getting involved with. You are free to chase him down and beat him to death for all I care. If anyone asks I was arguing with you all night.” Randy couldn’t help but smirk getting the underlying hint. John offered him an alibi if he wanted to torture Cody.
John started to walk away but was stopped by Randy grabbing his arm. He looked down at the tan arm around his pale wrist and looked up at Orton. “Hey Cena, what room are you staying in?”
John raised an eyebrow, “Room 555, why?” Orton just nodded and walked away. John shrugged his shoulders and went back into his room. He laid in bed and flicked on the television. He turned on adult swim and caught a rerun of an earlier American Dad episode. He watched it for a while hoping that sleep would come to him relatively soon. The show ended and he turned over on his side, but a knock on the door caused him to roll over.
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Randy walked towards the steps after watching Cody speed into the elevator. The door sadly closed before he could reach him. He could pursue Cody and probably make it to the floor before him. He had a good idea which person he would run to next. Ted. He entertained the thought for a bit but decided to head back to his room. The voices were now just a dull whisper. Opening his door he finally took stock of the damage he did around his room. He glanced over at his bed. It was covered in shattered glass from the vase. The blankets were thrown around the room. Pillows were in shreds. There was no way he could sleep in here. He quickly grabbed his bags, phone, and wallet and left the room. The hotel was pretty booked so that left him with few options. There was no way he was going to like this. His option was probably going to kill him.
He stared at the door for a while really contemplating if it was a good idea. Normally 666 was supposed to be the creepy scary number but for him 555 freaked him out far more. What’s the worst that can happen? The man says no and kicks him out? He’s been in far worse situations before and definitely more uncomfortable ones. Orton reached up and knocked.
Moments later the door flew open and he was greeted with the shocked face of John Cena. “Needing a place to hide from the cops huh?”
John smirked and stepped aside. Randy walked in and slid his bags into the corner.
“Sort of, the hotel won’t be thrilled when they see my room.” Randy said turning back and facing John.
“Uh what do you mean” John asked raising his eyebrow looking thorough confused.
“You don’t want to know. Is this other bed for someone else?” Randy attempted to change the subject not really wanting to dwell on the early night’s activities.
“Nah the idiots booked me for two beds. Must have thought I was too big for one or some shit. Though are you going to jump me or kill me if I go to sleep? I really don’t feel like keeping an eye open all night, cuz if you are you can just leave now.” He yawned finally glad that sleep was catching up to him but making sure Randy wasn’t going to live up to his Viper nickname.
“I’ve done some terrible things in the past to you Cena, I’m not a nice person and I can snap at any time but if I have any control over it. I’ll leave you alone tonight. After all you’re saving me from a stiff neck in a rental car.” He sighed hating opening up like this especially to someone he once considered his greatest nemesis.
“Good enough for me, I just don’t feel like having to rough you up tonight. Make yourself comfortable. You don’t hurt me, I don’t hurt you.” John reached his hand out offering a handshake. Randy just stared at the outstretched hand. John was about to pull away but Randy reached out and shook his hand. Randy nodded and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He stepped out and momentarily watched John take his shirt off. Watching slowly as every inch of his back was revealing itself to the Viper. He shook his head and walked towards his bed moving the blankets back before he slid into the bed.
An hour must have passed by and soft snores could be heard coming from John’s bed. He tried to sleep but he couldn’t help thinking. It’s been a while since he head perfectly clarity without the dark voices that control him at times. He can honestly say he enjoyed it for once. Having anger, hatred, and jealousy as your only emotions for 6 years can take its toll on someone. They have been constantly coming and going recently. He glanced over at the sleeping form in the dark. It seemed to be happening whenever that man was around. Something was strange about him, something he hasn’t noticed before. Randy shook his head. He pictured a quiet waterfall, in an attempt to fall asleep. He has done enough thinking for a while; hopefully he can catch some sleep before the sun comes up. 15 minutes later, heavy breathing can be heard from both sides of the room.