Life As He Knew It (Open)

Randy cuddled into John. He felt right while everything else felt wrong. "Im sorry," he said quietly.

John frowned. "Amore, what on earth are you apologizing for?" He asked, gently rubbing Randy's back.

"For being a jerk. I need to be more sensitive towards your disorder," Randy replied quietly.

John sighed. "It's alright baby. I know I'm a handful, and you get frustrated. And I need to understand that my actions sometimes get you pissed, and I should stop overreacting to it. It's okay, amore." He whispered, kissing his temple.

Randy snuggled into John, a small smile on his face. His life was Hell but he had John right now holding him. And at the moment, it was all he would need.

John smiled, kissing Randy's head before closing his eyes. Right now... his life was stressful. But as much as he'd love to end it all... he love Randy more. And he had hi in his arms, and that's more than enough. He wanted now more than anything to marry him...

Randy sighed as he fell asleep. Life would work itself out. It always did.

John awoke in the middle night. He sighed, mentally cursing his insomnia and stress. He just gazed down at Randy, watching him sleep. The next morning, John still hadn't slept. He felt exhausted but he couldn't sleep, and was putting him on edge.

Randy snuggled into the warm body next to him. He frowned slightly when he felt how tense it was. "Relax," he slurred, running a hand along Johns side.

John smiled softly. "I-I'm trying baby." He said, taking a few breaths. But relaxing... it really wasn't in John's nature. Especially with that was going on... his job... Randy sick... everything piling up on his back.

Randy leaned up, kissing John passionately, his hands tangling in John luscious hair.

John let out a long breath through his nose as he kissed Randy. He started ti relax, his eyes fluttering closed. "Randy..." He whispered when they pulled away. "I love you so much... don't lemme go..." He murmured before drifting off, even though it was morning. He hadn't slept all night. He slept, dreaming of Randy, like always.

(We can time skip to their Championship match, if you want. Unless you wanna do something first, idk lol.)

Randy sat on a crate by the gorilla, meditating. He sat criss-cross, his arms resting on his knees and his eyes closed, breathing deeply.

John also stood at the gorilla, admiring himself in a near by mirror. He gained the 25 pounds he needed... but to him, it looked like he gained too much. He put his hand on his lower abdomen. It was bulging, only a little bit. The camera wouldn't notice it, but if you put your hand there, you could feel the hardness. He'd also been puking more than usual lately. John just shook it and tried to focus.

"Must you look in the mirror so close to my centering area?" Randy asked, not opning his eyes. His voice was eerily calm and even, almost making him smile. Almost.

John rolled his eyes. "Yes, because thanks to you, I think I gained too much weight." He muttered. Randy had pushed to him the past few weeks. And he was definitely exceeding, if only a little bit, what he should weigh. "Forget it, just go reach nirvana or something..." He said.

"You did not gain too much. Shut- er, be quiet. And I wont reach nirvana just by meditating," Randy replied. "Dumbass," he muttered to quiet for John to hear before going back to his meditation.

John turned and glared. "I heard that. Stop calling me a dumbass." He said, pouting sadly and looked down. He glanced at the countdown clock on the wall. "And you're out of time anyway." He said, waiting for his music to play any second now. He so did not feel up to this, he felt sick. But he didn't have a choice.

"Ugh!" Randy exclaimed. He wasnt relaxed anymore. He hopped down off the crate, walking over to John and kissing him passionately. "Good luck," he whispered before John walked out.

John sighed, his stomach churning. But he forced a smile and walked down the ramp, holding up his title and doing his slow-mo entrance. The crowd love him as champion, and John knew it. He slid in the ring, and waited for Randy.

Randy waited for his music before walking out slowly, doing his entrance and his poses before turning to face John, a smirk plastered on his face as he waited for the bell to ring and this match to start.

John sighed when the bell rang. They locked up, and they started the match. It lasted a long time, much to John's dismay. He he didn't have his normal amount of energy, and everybody could see it. He kicked out of everything as best he could, but it took so much out of him, especially with him feeling sick to begin with. He just didn't have it in him tonight...

Randy frowned slightly when John didnt give all he usually did. During on move, Randy asked John what was going on in a way no one would notice. He didnt want to hurt John and he was still getting used to his strength.

John spoke quickly to Randy on a move. "My stomach. RKO me before I puke on the mat." He murmured discreetly, pretending to be stunned after Randy did a move on him, waiting for the RKO. He knew if this went on, he'd throw up on the mat. And while he love the title... he couldn't do this. He'd get other title opportunities, Randy might not. Right now, he needed to put his health before the title, before he hurt himself.

Randy sighed and RKO'd him, quickly going for the pin. When he got the 1... 2... 3, he jumped up, overjoyed. He felt bad for taking this from John but... he had a feeling this would be his last reign. He stood in each corner on the second turnbuckle, holding his title high. He knew John didnt feel good, so he celebrated a bit more and then ran backstage, looking for John.