|Superman Tonight Ch. 1/?
||[Mar. 28th, 2010|07:30 pm]
|||||David Cook - I Did It For You||]|
Title: Superman Tonight Ch. 1/?
Author: jovi_diva/eveeverett (Crystal)
Pairing: Randy Orton/Cody Rhodes, Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase, Randy Orton/Adam Copeland
Warnings: Explicit Adult Content, Slash, Angst, Rape
Category: Slash, Angst
Summary: Cheated on, lied to and alone. Randy needs a "Superman" to get him through, but will he allow anyone to get close enough to rescue him before he's swallowed up in self-pity and oblivion?
Disclaimer: I don't own them, this is a work of fiction.
Author's Notes: This chapter contains rape of a superstar. DO NOT READ IT if you can't handle it. I know this is a tough subject for many so just skip right on over it if you have a problem with it. Comments = ♥
Randy sat at the bar running his fingers up and down the half empty mug of beer before him wondering if he had done the right thing breaking things off with Cody.
It had all gotten way too complicated. They were bickering constantly and rarely having sex and when they did have sex there was no love involved. It was only because they were both so horny they just needed the release. Cody would normally roll out of bed as soon as it was over and go to another room to sleep and whenever they were at a hotel, he would go to Ted.
Randy still wasn't totally convinced there wasn't something going on between the two of them. It was like two against one in everything and his world was crumbling down around him fast.
He had definitely made the right decision. It was time to move on. He drank down the remainder of the beer and headed to the bathroom to relieve himself before heading out to his car to go back to the hotel.
Randy never saw the crushing blow to the back of his skull coming. He went down to his knees and reached back only to feel another blow graze not only his head but his knuckles as well.
"Fuck," He muttered, spitting blood onto the pavement as he dropped there. "Wh-what da ya wan..." His breathing was labored and his head was throbbing.
"Holy fuck! You saw this guy comin' outta the faggot bar?" A man's voice bellowed and he heard several different laughs.
"Yeah, yeah Buzz. I swear it." A jittery, high pitched voice answered, sounded younger.
"That's Randy fuckin' Orton! He's a wrestler for the WWE," The man who seemed to be the leader of the gang of men was in total shock. "I didn't know you was a cock sucker Orton," His spit flew across the side of Randy's face as the man towered over his back side and held him to the ground by the neck.
Randy felt nauseous and he didn't know if it was from the head wound or the man's stinky breath. He tried to turn to see them, but all he saw was several blurs as he was struck across the face with a hard fist.
"Mo-money...I h-have money..." Randy dug for his wallet fruitlessly.
Another man came around and grabbed both of Randy's hands pinning them down at the wrists by basically standing on them after he'd stretched them out above Randy's head.
"Ahhh," He cried out as the pain of the boot stamped down surely breaking some bones in at least his top wrist.
"Yer gonna have to shut the fuck up pretty boy," The leader, Buzz, murmured against his ear shoving a filthy, thick bandanna into Randy's mouth. "See, we don't want yer money."
Randy heard a noise like a knife snapping open at his ear and he closed his eyes and stiffened as fear flooded him.
"We got special treatment for faggots," The man snarled and Randy could feel the large blade moving down his back to his belt where two swift cuts at his sides split the belt into two pieces making it easy to pull through the loops and toss to the side.
"Com'on Buzz..you said, you said I getta go first this time." There was that jittery, high pitched voice again and Randy cringed as he realized what was about to happen.
"You like to be fucked?" Buzz growled against Randy's ear as he slid the knife into the denim of his jeans at the back of one of his thighs and ran it upward cutting through his underwear and up to his waist where a swift jerk eased it the rest of the way through the thicker seams of his jeans.
Randy shook his head and let out a muffled cry of pain.
"Sure ya do..."
"Com'on Buzz!" The jittery voice was much more whiny now and the man stomped beside Randy reminding him of a disobedient child.
"Don't interrupt me again, Del!" Buzz held up the knife and pointed it toward the younger man, anger spewing that was sure to be taken out on Randy.
Fight man, you have to fight, Randy thought to himself and began to struggle, kicking his feet and trying to regain control of his arms. It didn't do much good because he could barely move from the pain he was in.
"Oh yeah, we got us a fighter!" The man with his foot on his wrists pressed down harder as he laughed evilly. "Let's get on with it! We can't be here all damn night!" He grumbled, "Some body's gonna see us."
"You go right on and fight, pretty boy," Buzz murmured having all ready made the another cut up Randy's other pant leg. He could feel more hands on his legs pulling the pieces of his pants and underwear down his body.
Each of the four men interested in doing so took his turn starting with the one Buzz had called Del, all except the man who stood on his wrists and seemed content to watch while he beat himself off, twice.
Randy whimpered and let out soft, muffled cries as he was violated again and again and he even passed out a few times only to be revived by the stench of the leader's breath in his face. He wished he was dead so many times he lost count.
They all waked away cackling leaving him lying there in a pile of blood and semen half alive and barely conscious with tears streaking his dirty face.
Randy mumbled and spit as he pulled the disgusting handkerchief from his mouth and tossed it to the side.
"Oh God, please help me!" He cried out weakly and attempted to pull his cell phone from his jacket pocket with his aching fingers and wrists. He felt his stomach lurch and his whole body convulsed as he began to throw up and dropped the phone.
There wasn't a single part of his body that wasn't throbbing with pain as finally he managed to dial 9-1-1 and partially explain to the operator where and who he was and what had happened.
Another eternity passed as Randy mumbled into the phone trying to stay conscious and answer the woman's questions. She vowed so many times that help was on the way, Randy wanted to call her a liar.
He didn't even hear the sirens and he barely saw the looks on the faces of the firemen as they covered him with blankets to try and keep him from going into shock.
"Th-thank you...thank you..." Randy repeated the sentiment over and over until they slipped an oxygen mask over his face and he lost consciousness.
"Cody....Cody wake up..." Ted nudged Cody sleepily, "Babe...Cody!"
"Wha-what is it?" He grumbled.
"Your cell keeps buzzing all over the damn night stand. Might be important." Ted yawned and sat up in the bed.
Cody reached for the phone, "I don't recognize the number. I'm goin' back to bed," He rolled over to Ted burying his face in the man's stomach allowing just enough time for the phone to start buzzing again.
"I swear, if that's Randy sitting somewhere crying in his beer..." He grumbled, rolling back over and answering the phone with an angry, "Hello...what? Where? Yes, yes I do. I'll be there as soon as I can." Cody was all ready up off the bed scrambling to get dressed.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Ted asked standing himself and feeling panicked.
"It's Randy, he's been beaten and..." Cody swallowed hard as tears filled his eyes, "Beaten and r-raped."
"What?" Ted was in total shock but managed to slip into this jeans and grab two t-shirts, tossing one to Cody and then grabbing their coats.
"He's in a coma," Cody told Ted as silent tears streaked his cheeks.
Ted walked over to Cody and put his arms around his lover holding him closely and caressing his back, "It's going to be okay. Randy is strong and he's a fighter. Let's just...be strong, okay baby boy?" Ted caressed Cody's cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips resting his forehead to Cody's with a heavy sigh.
Cody nodded silently, closing his eyes momentarily as he fought to gain control of his emotions unable to help the feeling that this was somehow his fault. He shook it off for the moment as he finished getting dressed as did Ted.
The two men raced to their rental and headed to Mercy Regent Hospital to see their friend, both hoping for the best and expecting the worst.
"Look, I'm not trying to be heartless here, but it's been almost a week and you have got to get back to work. Vince isn't going to be patient much longer," Ted told Cody as they had the same argument they had been having for the past three days.
"I can't leave him. I can't," Cody shook his head and looked back into the room at a bandaged and wounded Randy who still lay in a coma with no signs of waking.
"You have to Codes. You don't have a choice. If Randy woke up right now he would tell you not to flush your career down the toilet on a count of him." Ted was quickly losing his patience with his lover.
"I dunno," He shook his head again not looking in Ted's eyes.
"Listen, you're not with him any more. You're with me," Ted grabbed Cody's face and turned him so he was looking him in the eye, "We watch out for each other and I don't care if I have to hit you over the head and carry you out of here over my shoulder, but you're getting on that plane tonight."
Cody thought about arguing some more, but he knew Ted was right. It was over between him and Randy and had been for a while. He couldn't allow guilt to hold him here and make him lose everything he'd worked for both professionally and personally.
He finally nodded and rested his head on Ted's shoulder with a sigh, "I just want him to wake up," He murmured.
Ted caressed Cody's back and pulled him into a hug, "I know baby boy, I do to."
"Bob and Elaine are making plans to move him back home to Saint Charles. The doctor says he's stable enough now," Cody explained. "I sent them back to the hotel to rest. They were both so tired."
"You look pretty tired yourself," Ted stated, "But you can rest on the flight to London."
Cody nodded as he rubbed his hand over his face, "I'm gonna go for a walk down to the cafeteria and get some coffee. Will you stay here with him?"
"Sure baby boy," Ted caressed his lover's shoulder.
"Do you want some?"
"No thanks. Take your time." Ted spoke softly and pressed a tender kiss to Cody's lips before he walked away.
Ted went into Randy's room and sat down beside his bed reaching up and putting his hand in Randy's only to be shocked when Randy squeezed it.
"Randy?" Ted spoke breathlessly as he stood to his feet, "Can you hear me?"
Randy squeezed Ted's hand again, "T-Teddy?" His voice was harsh and scratchy and he tried to clear his throat but ended up crying out in pain sending his vitals soaring and bringing a nurse into his room.
"He just said my name," Ted told her, "Randy, I'm here...it's Ted and I'm here." He leaned over and spoke softly into his friend's ear as he gave his hand a gentle squeeze in return.
"My head...hurts," Randy murmured, "So thirsty..." He began to open his eyes as if the brightest light in the world was shining into them.
"Take it easy Mr. Orton," The nurse, Anna, spoke softly. "I'm going to call the doctor and get you some ice chips. I'll be right back."
"What's goin' on?" Randy asked, still very hoarse.
"Do you remember anything at all?" Ted asked, hating that he would have to be the one to tell Randy what happened if he didn't remember.
"Some guys jumped me," Randy rasped and began to cough, groaning as pain racked his body and he gasped for air.
"You okay?" Ted asked concerned, "I'm sorry. That was a really stupid question." He felt foolish.
"It-it's fine. Is Cody here?" He asked happy to accept an ice chip when the nurse returned to the room with them handing them off to Ted who was ready to dish them out if need be.
"Yeah, he just went to get some coffee. You've been in a coma for a week." Ted informed him. "Your mom and dad are here as well, but Cody sent them to the hotel to lie down and get some rest."
"Those men," Randy shook his head and laid it back against the pillow, "They came f-from no where," He groaned in pain and reached up to rub his right shoulder.
"Your collar bone is broken as well as several fingers and your right wrist. All the bones in it were basically crushed and you had to have surgery to repair them." Ted spoke softly and placed another ice chip in Randy's mouth just as Cody rounded the corner and entered the room.
He was stunned, "Thank God you're awake," Cody stated, his eyes welling up with tears of happiness as he stood beside Ted and gently stroked Randy's bandaged arm.
"What else?" Randy asked barely acknowledging Cody's words.
"You had a bleed in your brain, but they repaired it and there was lots of swelling which I assume has gone down now and that's why you're awake. Several broken ribs and your hips was out of socket. Lots of stitches, scrapes and bruises. They worked you over pretty good." Ted was as honest as possible in his most solemn voice.
Cody nibbled his bottom lip as his blue eyes still sparkled with tears. He was blaming himself for this even though it had been Randy that had broken things off, he still felt like if he had tried a little harder...
"What about...STDs," Randy looked away from them, a whirlwind of shame and emotion crashing down on him. "They tested me...right?"
"Um," Ted shuffled his feet nervously and swallowed hard as he slipped his arm around Cody, "Yes, they did and everything came back clean, but you'll still be on a regimen of drugs just in case. They've also managed to keep that part out of the papers."
"Good," Randy stated angrily, but he was still horrified at the thought that anyone knew what had been done to him. He didn't think he could ever look his mother and father in the eye again let alone Ted and Cody. "I don't want anyone else to know. It's bad enough..." Randy gasped as his head seared with pain.
"J-just rest," Cody whispered, "Vince, Hunter, Ted and I are the only people who know everything that happened. Everyone else just thinks you were beaten."
"I just want to be alone." Randy turned away from them and closed his eyes, "But before you go, I want to know if you two...are together." He didn't turn back to look at them. In all honesty, he knew the answer.
"Randy, I-" Cody began, but Randy raised his hand to stop him.
"Even when we were still together?" He asked turning angry eyes to his ex-lover.
"We didn't want it to happen the way it did Randy...you..." Ted began feeling flustered.
"No," Randy shook his head and hissed with pain, "I don't need or want to hear your excuses." He closed his eyes again and his head lulled back against the pillow for lack of energy to do otherwise.
"I never wanted to hurt you." Cody murmured softly.
"I hurt myself," Randy rasped out, "You should have told me, but we can't go back now. I just need...time." He stated, another coughing fit sending him into cries of pain.
"Here," Ted spooned up another ice chip, but Randy used his good hand to grab the cup knocking the ice to the floor that had been in the spoon.
"I'm sorry...just...I just want to be alone." Randy told them as he put the cup to his lips and sipped at the water that had melted from the ice.
"Okay," Ted nodded, rubbing Cody's back and turning him to leave the room.
"We're going to London for the week. I don't know if you remembered or not, but you can still call if you need anything. We're still your friends Randy." Cody stated, wiping at his eyes and nose as he sniffled.
Randy simply nodded and looked away from the door, closing his eyes and eventually slipping back off to sleep.
Randy sat on the edge of the bed in his hospital room determined to take one more walk before resigning himself to the bed for the night.
He absolutely hated being in this hospital, but he was happy to be back in Saint Charles. Now, he just wanted to go home where he could refuse to answer his door if his mother, or anyone else for that matter, came by to coddle him.
Randy just wanted to be alone. He wanted to be alone and he wanted to forget about what had happened so he could focus on getting back in the ring and doing the job he loved.
Adam Copeland followed the signs in the private hospital to room 418 only to find the room empty.
"Excuse me," He approached the nurse's desk and spoke just loud enough to get the receptionist attention.
"May I help you sir?" She asked turning to look at him.
"I was looking for Randy Orton, he's not in his room." Adam replied with a smile.
"Mr. Orton is taking a walk. He actually just walked around that corner," The woman pointed down the hall.
"Thank you," Adam smiled and walked around said corner catching up to Randy without a problem.
"Out running the halls I see," Adam stated to Randy.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Randy asked in total surprise.
"Good to see you too," Adam laughed.
"It's not that," Randy shook his head and stopped to rest against the wall for a moment. "You're just the last person I'd expect to see here."
"I know how bad it sucks to be stuck in recovery," Adam was still recovering from his ankle surgery and hadn't yet returned to the ring. "and I was bored out of my fucking mind in the hotel so I thought I'd come pay you a visit.."
Randy nodded and began walking again, "Recovery really does suck," He grumbled. "I just want to get the hell out of this hospital."
Randy stumbled just a bit and Adam reached out to take his arm, offering him support.
"Thanks," Randy murmured, accepting the help because he didn't want to fall on his face. He tugged his arm away as they stepped back into his room.
"Close the door behind you," Randy stated over his shoulder as he laid back in the bed with a weary sigh.
Adam stepped inside and closed the door walking over and taking a seat as he looked around, "I should have brought some balloons, this place could use something cheerful."
"I had my mom take everything to my house. I plan on going home tomorrow whether they want me to or not. I'm sick of being here." Randy grumbled, wincing as he got a bit more comfortable in the bed. "Don't tell me you came here just to see me, we don't even like each other that much."
Adam laughed softly and shook his head, "I like you just fine Randy, but it's good to know where you stand. Really, I was in town for an appearance and figured you could use some company."
Randy groaned softly having nothing to say, positive or negative about wanting or needing company.
"As long as you don't start fussing over me, we're good," He murmured, closing his eyes and swallowing hard as his head ached with pain.
"You look good," Adam told him, his voice showing some surprise. He really expected Randy to be a bit more battered.
Randy opened one eye and looked at him cautiously, "I always look good." He closed the eye and pulled at the blanket that was stuck beneath him.
Adam shot up and helped him get it, pulling it over Randy's legs and up to his waist causing Randy to shoot him a shitty look.
"I said no fussing."
Adam laughed and shook his head, "Not fussing, just tryin' to be helpful."
"Well stop," Randy snapped at him a little and shifted around a bit more to get as comfortable as he could. "I want my own damn bed." He grumbled.
"Like you said, you're goin' home tomorrow so this is the last night you'll have to deal with this one." Adam stated, trying to be encouraging as he ran his hand through his hair and took a seat.
"Yeah," Randy huffed, drifting off into a sleep he couldn't escape.