Life As He Knew It (Open)

"Who said I was trying to scare you? Im just warning you. You passed out after your match, whereas, Ive fought Cena for that title. And he's a bitch to win over," Randy said. "I guess we're gonna have that rivalry now, huh?"

John pursed his lips. "I guess we are. But you need to know, Randy, that if it came between you or a piece of gold that I can wrap around my waist, I'd choose you. And I just hope you'd do the same... though it doesn't seem like it. I hope... if someday we're in a match for the championship, and your getting ready to punt me in the head, that its worth it... worth the gold. Because its not the title you go to bed with at night, its me, your fiancé." He said before closing the door and stepping in the shower.

Randy frowned and pursed his lips. Thats not what he meant at all. Its just... He's gonna have John forever. He can only get the belt so many more times until he is forced to retire. Speaking of... Randy couldnt remember the last time he had taken his pill... He suddenly felt very lightheaded and tired. He laid down and passed out the second his head hit the pillow. He didnt know he was about to have one of the worst nightmare yet.

John finished his shower and got dressed. Vince had booked him for an interview on some talk show he'd never heard of already. But it was a while away so he had time to relax. He frowned, seeing Randy passed out on the bed. Randy needed to take his pill, John suddenly remembered. He sighed, and sat down next to Randy, slipping on his glasses and reading his book, waiting for his fiance to wake up so he could give him his pill.

"You're a dick, Randal. You're trash. You hurt me far too many times. For all I care, you can go die in a ditch," John spat bitterly. Randy winced. "But- But Johnny!" Randy cried. John held up a hand, a lot like Maryse. "I dont want to hear it. You hit me, Randal. We're done. Dont ever, and I mean ever, come around me again. Im moving on. With Mike," John said coldly before walking out of the room. Randy fell to his knees as tears streamed down his face. He stayed there for God knows how long until he passed out. He woke a while later, John still gone. He teared up as he walked into the bathroom, opening the cabinet and pulling out a razor. He set it against his arm and slowly dragged it across, moaning at the pain. He did more and more, the blood slowly leaving his body, his life draining slowly... Randy awoke with a gasp, his lungs on fire, sweat coating his body.

John frowned worriedly. "Baby, hey its okay. Relax, I'm here, its okay..." He cooed softly, pulling Randy into his arms against his chest, calming him down. "Relax, amore, its okay." He whispered, kissing his temple.

Randy panted, wishing the nightmares would stop. He closed his eyes and snuggled into John, tears pricking his eyes.

John sighed and gently rocked Randy. His own nightmares had been lightening up, but now Randy was the one who was having them. And that was even worse. "Isn't there anything we can do about these nightmares? I don't want you to have to go through this." He whispered pulling Randy tighter to his chest.

Randy shruged in reply. "I dont know," he said quietly.

John sighed and glanced at the time. "I have an interview on the Late Show in a few. How Vince booked it that quick, I don't know. You wanna go with me? Or stay here?" He asked, rubbing Randy's back.

Randy smiled softly. "Im gonna stay here, if you dont mind. Im exhausted," he said.

John nodded, kissing Randy's forehead. "Okay, baby. I'll be back." He whispered and grabbed his coat, heading out the door. He arrived at the studios, John and the host going over the interview before it went on air. John just hoped this would go smoothly so he could get back to Randy, though he had a feeling something was gonna go wrong...

Randy sighed and turned on the tv, waiting for the show to start. He was tired, but needed to support John.

The interview went well so far, John being the shining star that he was. The crowd adored him as John did his thing. He was definitely going to make an amazing Champion. Then... the question started to get personal. Many superstars, including John himself, had no problem with that. But this one was too close for comfort.
"So John, what was you childhood like? I'm sure a SUperstar like you did a bunch of crazy things during his summers." The host said with a smile.
John blinked, going a little pale. "R-Right... my summers. Well, I uh..." John sputtered, trying to make words. C'mon John, pull it together. Don't break down! Don't think about it, just... answer the question! John metally yelled at himself.

Randy frowned. "C'mon, baby. You can do this. Just breathe," he told the tv though he knew John couldnt hear him.

John thought of Randy, and started to calm down. He put on his gorgeous smile and continued. "You know, did so many crazy ass things from crashing weddings to..." John said. Then the topic changed to his and Randy's relationship. "Randy? Damn, he's good in bed, I can tell you that much." He said with a smile, earning laughter from the audience. WHat could he say? John was a crowd pleaser.

"Yeah, babe, just tell the world our sex life. Why doht you mention my vampire-like blood sucking fetish," Randy muttered. This time, he was thankful John couldnt hear him.

"And he has this thing with blood... i dunno, I must taste good, or something. But he's fucking hot, and he's damn big!" John said, eyes wide. The crows cheered. The host laughed. "Well John, we heard you sing a little, is this correct." John smiled. "Hell yeah! Want me to do a little number for all my MoFos?" The crowd cheered, wanting to hear John sing. He chuckled and grabbed a mic, telling the DJ in the band that did the show's theme what song to play. John smirked into the camera. "This one os for Randal Keith Orton." He chuckled and sang in his perfect voice. "You were a problem child, Been grounded your whole life so now you running wild..." John sang, strutting around the stage, completely taking over the show, and the crowd loved it, they loved John. Almost everybody did.

Randy smiled. He loved John to death. Except for the fact that he exposed something he shouldnt have. That kind of pissed him off.

John though of Randy as he sang. They were both a couple of hot messes.
"Stumblin' but yeah you still lookin hella fine
Keep doin' what your doin' and I'ma make you mine
Well you're a hot mess and I'm fallin' for you
And I'm like hot damn, lemme make you my boo.
'Cuz you can shake it, shake it, shake it
Yeah you know what to do
You're a hot mess
I'm lovin' it hell yes!" He sang, going through the crowd. shaking his ass, doing it all. He loved to entertain, and was damn good at it.

Randy licked his lips as he watched John, getting turned on. John was so getting it later...

John finished the show, and went back to the hotel. He felt guilty for revealing their sex life tot he whole world, but John had been nervous and that's why he said those things. He sung quietly to himself as he entered the room, and dropped flat on the bed, the title sitting next to him. "Raaaandy." He called out.

Randy walked out of the bathroom, buttnaked, his cock jutting ou proud and hard. "Welcome back," he growled, smirking.

John jumped a little. H-Hi... Y-You look-" John cut himself off and pounced at Randy, so turned on and horny from just the sight and feel of his fiance. His body still hurt form his match, but he wanted Randy, now.

Randy smirked, hands tangling in Johns hair and pull gently. "Someone anxious," he growled, pulling John into a rough kiss.