WWE Fan Fiction: The Storylines

Part 5

The limousine was filled with fancy drinks. There was a ring on his phone, and Chris Masters answered. "Jericho," he said in a tensed up, deep, sensual tone, "what do you mean you lost him?...You need to find Cena, cause if he interrupts my job, then I’m gonna be pretty pissed...." Masters looked over and Randy Orton across the limo. Randy Orton was angry. You could see the anger on his face. Orton had been separated from Cena, but more importantly, he had been kidnaped.

A slow smooth jazz song played on the radio.

"Jericho, I’m gonna head back to the hotel, you can come if you want to, but I’ll be taking care of a few things...I’m saying that there will be things going on Chris, what part of that don’t you understand?" With an angry shut of his phone, Chris Masters slid it into the cup holder. "Randy, we’re going to have a fun night. If you object to this, then I’m going to have to take desperate measures."

Orton was watching him carefully, glowering at him in anger. "Masters, I can take you down. Don’t think that I wont."

Masters let out a laugh. It was a sadistic creepy laugh. "Oh Randy, you make me laugh. You won’t want to do that."

"Why’s that?" Randy crossed his arms curiously. He never let his anger leave his face.

"Because if anything happens to me, Jericho has the power to take down Cena. Not just by force, but with anything he can get his hands on. You might want to think about what might happen to your boyfriend, before you try and do anything to me." Chris Masters smiled with satisfaction. It was another sly grin that melted into his face.

The limo was pulling over next to a really tall fancy looking building. It was the hotel that Masters was talking about in his phone conversation with Jericho. This was where they were staying for the Memphis tour.

The limousine door opened and Master crawled out the door. "Come on Randy. It’s time we go into our suite. "Chris Masters was peeking inside the limousine at Randy Orton who failed to move.

Orton sat there, still glowering.

"Randy, if you don’t get out of this limousine I’m going to come in there and make you." The tone in Masters’ voice got serious and deeper. He meant what he said.

Orton slowly moved and slowly crawled out the open door. Masters quickly grabbed his arm when he got out of the limo. Masters led Orton inside and over to the elevators. They ascended up to the top floor where all the suites were. Masters dragged Orton down the hall to the furthest suite. It took only seconds before Masters had the door unlocked and pushed Orton into the room. There was a large bed right in the middle of the room up against the farthest wall.

There was a quick blow to the back of Orton’s head, and just like that he was on the floor unconscious. Masters had his moment to do whatever he wanted, and he was going to take advantage of that. There was no one else in the room. Masters closed the curtains and he turned off the lights.