Title: No Mercy

Fandom: Wrestling

Pairing: Orton/Cena, mentions Kane/HHH,HHH/HBK

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of this fic.

Warnings: male love

Summary: Kane gives Randy Orton some relationship advice.

Randy stood backstage, glaring at the replay on the monitor. Trying his hardest not to smash it into microscopic pieces.

How dare that sleazy Italian lothario put his greasy on his john.

Kane stood next to him, arms crossed ,the large man made an imposing figure.

"I know how you feel, Randy" the Big Red Machine said, along with a soft chuckle

"Seriously?" he asked and grit his teeth as Santino went for the pin. No-one but him had the right to lift those legs and bend that body but him.

"yeah"

"what happened?"

"we worked it out"

"How, I don’t wanna come off as a possessive asshole"

"simple really, I kicked Hunter's ass and when he was unconscious, I nearly beat Hbk to death"

"really, just kick John 's ass until he's unconscious and beat up Santino?"

"yep,Hunter couldn’t wrestle for days, but he knew than that he belonged only to me.

"it worked?"

"yeah, he doesn’t even allow Shawn to breath near to him"

"wow, you really did a number on him huh?" Randy chuckled

"hn"

Looking at his watch, Kane said

"He's supposed to be coming off a promo shoot about now."

"okay, bye"

Randy turned back to glaring at the monitor, turning Glen's advice over in his head

"and randy?"
"yeah,Glen?"

"no, mercy"

Randy Chuckled Darkly

"No, problem"

Just a little something to tide you over until I update Error of Tragedies.