No one seemed to want to enter the room. From the hallway, it sounded like a pack of wild animals had invaded the tiny space. Things crashed into the walls. Loud, primal screams echoed into the arena. Words that would make the baddest of bikers blush punctuated the air. Outside, one man stood patiently, waiting for the chaos to die down before going in.

He had been standing there for awhile, his hand on the doorknob. The first time he tried to open the door, something had crashed into the door, so he waited. It had been quiet for a couple of minutes now. Finally, he took a deep breath and turned the knob, quickly stepping inside, ready to duck anything that flew at his head. Leaning against the door, he looked around at the destruction.

"Randy?" There was no answer. Dave sighed, making his way to the back of the room, carefully stepping over a pile of rumpled clothes. "Randy?" he called again. A sound from the bathroom caused him to turn his head, quickly rushing over to the open door. The sight that greeted him almost broke his heart.

There he was, sitting on the floor, elbows resting on his knees. His hands were tangled in the short brown hair, fists clenched. Randy's body shook with silent sobs. Dave rushed over, kneeling down beside him. When he reached over to place his hand on Randy's shoulder, the younger man flinched. "It's okay, baby," Dave said softly as he sat down.

Randy turned to look at him, his tear-stained face red with anger. "How the fuck ya figure that, huh?" he asked, his voice am angry whisper. "How the hell is it gonna be okay? They took the belt away. I ain't good enough to be a champ. Ain't good enough to carry anything. I suck."

Dave sighed. "That's not true," he said softly, putting his arm around Randy's shoulder and pulling him closer. Randy stiffened. "If it ain't true, then why did they make me drop the belt?" Dave rubbed his shoulder. "Because Hunter is a megalomaniac," Dave said. Randy's face was scrunched in confusion as he looked up at Dave.

"Speak English, man," he said. "I'm smart, but I ain't a fuckin' dictionary."

Dave smiled. "Sorry, baby," he said. "That's just the perfect word for him. It means that he's delusional. He thinks he's better than everybody else. Powerful. Unstoppable. Ya know, he's got a God complex." Randy nodded, seeming to relax a bit. "He's a fuckhead, that's what he is," Randy said, sniffling. "A fat, ugly fuckhead with a big nose and a bigger ass."

Dave had to chuckle at that one. Looking over at Randy, Dave saw that he, too, was laughing. "You ain't kiddin' there, Sunshine," Dave said, kissing Randy's forehead. Frowning, Dave drew back and looked at Randy's head, noticing a large bump there. He ran his fingers over it lightly. "Chair?" he asked. Randy nodded. "You need some ice on that."

"Don't want any fuckin' ice," Randy responded. "I want it to hurt." Dave looked at him. "So, you're into pain now?" he said. "You wanna go around with a lump the size of Rhode Island on your head?" A brief flash of anger crossed Randy's face before he nodded.

"Don't care," he said. The exhaustion of the night was catching up to him.

"Well, I care," Dave said. Randy looked up at him. "Why?" he asked. "Ain't like I'm something spectacular. I'm certainly not a champion. Not good enough to be."

Dave sighed again as Randy laid his head on his shoulder. "You are good enough," Dave said. "Don't listen to Hunter. I know he was probably talking a lot of shit to you out there." It was Randy's turn to sigh.

"He said it was obvious I wasn't ready to be great like him," Randy said as he wiped his face. "Told me that maybe when I grew up, I could be a champ again." Dave growled softly. "And what did you say to that?" he asked.

Randy giggled. "Nothin'," he said. "That's when I smashed his head into the stairs!" Dave smiled as Randy relaxed a little more, moving his arms to wrap loosely around Dave's waist. Suddenly, Randy raised his head and looked at Dave. "Thank you."

Dave studied him quizzically. "For what?" he asked. Randy's arms tightened around him. "For comin' in here to talk to me," Randy responded. "For takin' care of me. For believin' in me." Randy kissed Dave's cheek.

One large hand reached up to gently caress Randy's cheek. "I'm always gonna believe in you, Sunshine," he said softly. "I'm always gonna take care of you. No matter what happens, I'm always gonna be right here."

Randy seemed to contemplate his words for a moment before leaning over and kissing Dave. Their lips touched briefly before pulling back. Randy searched Dave's eyes, then leaned in again for another kiss. This time, it was different. Hot. Hungry. Needy.

Randy moved around, straddling Dave's thighs as he wrapped his arms around Dave's neck. Two strong hands rubbed up and down his back as Randy's tongue traced the contours of Dave's lips before plunging inside. Dave accepted it, welcomed it, as he pulled Randy closer. The heat was rising from his groin as Randy wiggled in his lap.

Dave growled deep in his throat as Randy sucked his tongue into his mouth. His hands dropped down, cupping Randy's ass as they pressed closer together. Nimble fingers brushed over a hardened nipple and Dave gasped at the contact. Breaking the kiss, Dave looked at Randy's flushed face and smiled. "I want you," he said deeply. Randy nodded in agreement. "Just…not here."

Randy sighed dramatically as he stood up. Reaching down, he grabbed Dave's hand and pulled him to his feet. Dave opened his hand but Randy held on, pulling him close again for another kiss. Their erections rubbed together as Randy rolled his hips. Dave devoured Randy's mouth, sucking on his bottom lip.

Randy's hand slipped between them, cupping the bulge in Dave's trunks. Dave threw his head back, growling as Randy kneaded the throbbing flesh of his cock. "Oooooh," Randy said, smiling. "I like that too." When he looked into Dave's eyes, they were black, wild. "Not here," Dave repeated. Randy nodded, then returned to the other room to gather his things.

Dave took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. When he walked out, Randy was bent over, picking his clothes up off the floor. Dave was transfixed on the sight of Randy's ass, muscles rippling as he moved from one pile to another. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the image - at least until they were out of the arena.

~*~

Randy stood outside the dressing room door, waiting for Dave to come out. He picked at pieces of lint on his wrinkled pants, hummed a song, paced back and forth. A door opened and he looked up, smiling. The smile quickly left his face when he saw that it was Hunter. With a smirk, Hunter put the belt over his shoulder and winked at Randy.

That was all it took to send Randy into a rage once again. Without out a second thought, Randy drew back and punched Hunter's freshly bandaged wound on his forehead. His scream of pain echoed off the walls. Randy took the opportunity of Paul's distraction to kick his leg, knocking him to the ground. Standing over him, so many thoughts raced through Randy's mind.

Hunter looked up at the man towering over him and started to laugh. "Is that all you got, kid?" he asked, his tone more condescending than the look on his face. "No wonder they didn't want to keep you as the champ." Randy kicked him in the ribs.

"That was all your idea and you know it, you sorry piece of shit," Randy said through clenched teeth. "You can't handle it when somebody else comes along and steals your thunder, so you gotta shut 'em down before they realize the truth."

"Oh yeah?" Hunter asked as he sat up. "And what truth is that, pretty boy?" Hunter was slammed forward by a knee in his back and he gasped in pain. Turning his head, he saw Dave standing behind him, fists clenched. "That you're nothing more than an egotistical bastard who can't deal with not being in the spotlight all the time."

The smirk returned. "Well," Hunter said, trying to stand. "That's better than being someone's hired goon." Randy's eyes flew open and he stepped forward, knocking Hunter to the ground again. Hunter laughed. "Just how is he paying you, Batista?" he asked, looking up at both men. "You know, he's got a pretty sweet mouth on him, in case you haven't tried that out yet."

As Randy swung at his face, Hunter tried to duck back, but he was caught in the neck with a very large, heavy boot. As he slumped to the floor, Randy looked from Hunter to Dave, as a big grin spread over his face. He reached over and took Dave's hand, pulling him around the unconscious mass on the floor between them. He kissed Dave long and hard, then walked toward the door.

Dave followed, looking back once as Hunter started to stir. He caught up to Randy and put his arm around his shoulder. Randy's arm snaked across his back, his hand resting comfortably on Dave's hip. With a chuckle, he looked over at the big man. "Thanks," he said as they neared the car. Dave stopped, turning to Randy.

"I told you a million times, you don't have to keep thanking me," Dave said. "I always take care of the people I love." Randy gasped softly, then blushed. "I…I love you too, Dave." Dave smiled, kissing the end of Randy's nose. "Let's get outta here," he said. Randy nodded. "I'm starving!" he said as they reached the car. "Can we stop and get something to eat before we go back to the hotel?"

"Sure," Dave said as he put the bags in the trunk. "What do you want?"

Randy smiled. "Cheeseburger. Fries. Vanilla shake." Dave nodded, sliding into the driver's seat. "What about dessert?" he asked. Randy put his hand on Dave's thigh, slowly moving it up. "You," he said huskily as Dave started the car, growling once again. "Oh, you're gonna get that, Sunshine," he said with a smile. "As much as you want." Randy leaned his head on Dave's shoulder as they pulled away from the arena. He really liked that idea.