So, yes this might be the biggest fanfiction cliché after bodyswapping and genderswapping but, hey, I guess I just wanted to try it out. I wrote a tiny little thing with Punk/Ziggler and liked it and Orton/Cena has always been one of my favorite pairings in wrestling.

This is character based and it is short, just a prologue.

I don't own anyone mentioned in this fic.

Arms crossed, leaning against the wall, Randy couldn't help but to stare. He'd been doing that a lot lately. Even more so since he'd been drafted to Smackdown. He'd never been more grateful than when Triple H had announced that the Smackdown superstars would be performing on RAW as well. At least it meant that, once a week, Randy would get to see him.

John was standing on the other side of the room, speaking animatedly to CM Punk, who he'd apparently become quite good friends with since their feud had ended last fall. It was a strange friendship, at least in Randy's view. Punk had to be one of the most cynical bastards Randy had ever come across and Randy was pretty cynical himself.

But, Randy and John had become friends of a sort in the last year or so, ever since John had gotten himself fired to help Randy retain the WWE title against Barrett. Things had changed since then, of course, but the growing obsession Randy had begun to develop for John since then had not faded out in the least.

"Somebody has a crush," a voice sang in his ear and Randy turned a glare on Dolph Ziggler, who had sidled up to him without him noticing somehow.

"What the hell do you want, Ziggler?" Randy asked, in a low, angry voice.

Ziggler shrugged, a smug smile on his face. "Looks like you're the one who wants something." He tilted his head in Cena and Punk's direction and turned his gaze on the two as well. Randy raised an eyebrow when he saw Ziggler's eyes narrow and was sure that the man wasn't looking at John at that moment.

In fact, he was sure of who's ass Ziggler was staring at when Punk, with his back to the both of them, put his foot on the bench, and leaned over to fix his boot.

"Looks like I'm not the only one," Randy pointed out.

Ziggler only shrugged again, the smirk still on his face. "Maybe you're not. I am looking," he admitted freely.

Randy tilted his head and snorted. "And you're going to get shot down." Hard too, most likely. Randy had never liked Punk. In fact, if he would ever make a list the guys he liked least in the locker room, Punk would have been close to the top. Punk had spent the better part of last year using the Nexus to attack Randy.

Punk was an asshole, even if he'd toned it down a bit in the last few months and Randy was sure that the man couldn't stand Ziggler. Randy was also sure that when Punk shot Ziggler down, that he'd do it with a lot of good insults.

John, on the other hand…Randy hadn't approached John yet about his growing feelings but he planned to. John was almost the complete opposite of Randy. He'd rarely ever seen John unhappy. It was one of the reasons Randy liked John in the first place.

"I got a better chance than you," Ziggler argued, the confidence still in his voice.

"Sure you do." Randy's tone rang with sarcasm. He wasn't even sure why he was still having the conversation. Ziggler was not one of his favorite people backstage. This was the man, after all, who was still dragging Vickie around with him.

"I'd bet that I get the job done faster than you," Ziggler pronounced.

"We're betting now?" Randy asked, disinterested. He wasn't interested in the conversation, annoyed with Ziggler already.

"Why? You scared to? I didn't kick Punk's father in the head." The arrogance in Ziggler's tone had Randy scowling.

"Yeah, well, John doesn't hate me," he countered.

"I can turn that around," Ziggler said, seemingly unconcerned with the implication that Punk probably did hate him.

"You're not as smooth as you think you are." He was pretty sure no one was a smooth as Ziggler thought he was.

"No, I'm better. Come on, Orton. Are you afraid? Afraid that Cena will turn you down faster than you claim Punk will turn me down?"

Randy straightened a little, his scowl deepening. Punk and John were leaving the room, the younger of the two poking at the older and saying something that had John showing his dimples. Neither one even glanced in Randy and Ziggler's direction.

"You'd lose. Why even bother?"

"If you're so sure I'm going to lose…"

Randy considered him a moment, considered the fact that Ziggler might not leave him alone and considered the fact that putting the man in his place would be pretty satisfying. It wasn't as if CM Punk even liked the guy.

"Fine. What did you have in mind?" He asked even as he felt like he had stepped into one of those high school teen comedies. The arrogant smile he got in return only made him want to knock the man down a few notches even more.

"Oh, I always have something good in mind, Randy."