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Exiled My Heart	By : TheMetalMistress6982 Category: WWF/WWE > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the WWE nor the rights to it. I DO NOT personally know John Cena, Randy Orton, Drew McIntyre, Edge, CM Punk, or ANY Corre members, including Wade Barrett. This is a work of pure fiction NOT intended for ANY kind

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Drew punched the steering wheel with his fist,cursing in his native Gaelic Irish as he made a quick U-Turn to make his way to the hotel. He quickly set up his hands free blue-tooth setting on his phone while he waited for the green light and hurriedly punched in Edge's number again. He heard Edge answer anxiously,"Damn,McIntyre...ya beat me there already?" Drew gulped and shakily answered out,"E...Eh'dge...I gotta go t' th' 'otel where Wade and dem are stayin at..." Edge sounded puzzled but slightly frightened,"McIntyre...wh...why??? Somethin happen?? Did Barrett call ya or somethin finally??" Drew sniffled softly despite himself,"N..neh,Eh’dge...Heath beh callin meh...worried as 'ell...Wade aint answerin th' door or 'is phones...'e also tells meh tha' ‘im and Juh’stin be hearin Wade screamin up in th' room...and it's scarin 'em t' death...sooo I'm on meh way t' try an' see Wade...I tink 'e be finally havin a breakdown cause of Cena....."
Edge gasped out in horror,"Fuckin hell,McIntyre!!! I...wh...what can I...?" Drew cut him off,"Eh’dge...Rah'ndy needs yeh t' 'elp him wit Cena now...if Wade beh this bad...I hate t' seh Cena...Wade 'as meh and th' rest of The Corre t' 'elp him...kay? Tell Rah'ndy...tha' Wade...is...is jus' as bah'd...if nit werse...and needs t' seh Cena somehow beh'fore RAW stah'rts!!" Edge shakily answered,"O...okay...god...I hope everythin...turns out ok....goddamn...what a fuckin mess!! I haven't heard from Randy yet either...sooo I dunno if he's managed to find Cena or...hell knows...what kinda shape he's gonna find Cena IN...if Barrett's havin a goddamn nervous breakdown...hell....Cena might be close to havin one himself!!! Imma call Randy then!! Call me when ya get this shit sorted out,man...cause...ya know The Corre is supposed to be on RAW tonight soooo somehow ya gotta get Barrett on his fuckin...right mind again..." Drew laughed sarcastically,"Sure...like th' GM or wotever kin 'spect everythin t' beh all feckin perfect...when it reah'lly aint! I aint neh miracle werker! I'll try t' call yeh,Eh’dge...I cahn' guarentee...tha' Wade will beh all dere...but...yeh...I'll do meh best t' 'elp him..."
Edge sighed,"I'll do my goddamn part too....see ya soon,man....thanks...let's hope we all get out of this with some kinda sanity intact!" Drew laughed out sardonically again,"Yeh righ',Eh’dge....as if tha's 'apposed t' beh possible in th' WWE! Hah...tread 'arefully in yer steps t' life...Eh’dge...I...kinda like yeh...an' doh'n need t' werry bout yeh ass next!" Edge was somewhat shocked at the Scotsman's words,"Um...Mc...D...Drew...y..you..? I...I...think....I like ya too....I think...?" Drew laughed again,"Hah,now's nit th' taime,Eh’dge...but...tink on it,kay? 'Arewell...mo ghrá..." With that,the Scotsman hung up,leaving a very confused yet somewhat elated rated R superstar.
Randy anxiously checked his phone,wondering if Edge managed to find a way to talk to the rest of The Corre or was trying to make his way here. He was torn between wanting to look for John or call Edge and check if things were true on Wade's end. Randy set his ringer on high in case Edge called and decided that right now,finding John was more important. He made his way out of his locker room and started for John's locker room,scared for once at what he might encounter.
Randy stopped at John's door and started to make his way in to talk to him. But, he still found himself face to face with solid wood. Randy muttered to himself in concern,"What the hell? John...never locks his fucking door!! Damn it!!" He put his ear to the door and heard faint anguished screams coming from within along with faint banging noises, like John was either breaking something with his hands or breaking the wall with his head. Now,Randy was frightened even more and pounded on John's door with a panicked shout of,"John! John! It's Randy!! Don't do this to yourself,man! Please! Let me in,man... FUCK!!!" But,there was no response and Randy clutched the sides of his head,panicking. He then scrambled for his phone and punched the number 5 button for John's cell,but all it did was ring continuously. Randy almost threw his phone down in frustration as he hung it up,spitting out,"FUCK!! What am I gonna do?? Should I call Edge?? Damnit!! I wish I had more friends here...heh.."
Randy didn't know what else to do and so he again punched the number 9 button,unaware that now he was crying. He heard Edge answer in his own shaky voice,"R...Randy...man,I was just bout to call ya! How's Cena? Cause...ehh...Barrett aint doin too good,man..." Randy clapped a shaking hand to his mouth and mumbled,"Edge...come on...not now,man...how bad is Barrett?? Ya sound like shit!! Like ya got fucking spooked!! What the hell happened???"
Edge warbled out shakily,"M...McIntyre called me just now...got sidelined on his way to RAW...fuckin...Slater dude...called him...freakin the hell out...Barrett locked him and Gabriel outta their hotel room...and won't answer his shit. McIntyre said...that all Slater and Gabriel can hear from that goddamn room is Barrett just screaming his fucking head off! McIntyre says its cause he's...finally havin a goddamn nervous breakdown over Cena....Soo...he's on his way now to their hotel to try and snap Barrett the fuck outta it before RAW!"
Randy slammed his fist into his forehead at hearing that,"Oh,goddamnit! Now,what?? And how the hell...is McIntyre involved in this shit??" Edge mumbled,"I dunno,I kinda told him...what the fuck was wrong with Barrett,cause I remembered he's...ya know... Barrett's best friend from back when they were in FCW as The Empire and McIntyre said that...he and the rest of The Corre'll take care of Barrett sooo he said he'd call me...ehh....guess I'm helpin ya out with Cena then! How is he?" Randy sighed shakily again,"Uhh...ok....well,hell..I didn't know that shit with McIntyre...pretty cool of the fucker to help out,I think...but,Edge...fuck,man...let's put it this way....ehhh....he's pullin a Barrett on me too!!" Edge cried out,"WHAT THE FUCK??? The whole....locked ya out and everything???" Randy gulped and murmured shakily,"Y...yeah,man...I...I can hear him...screamin in his locker room,man...sounds like he's breakin shit too. But,he won't answer to nothin...just like Barrett!"
Edge breathed out,"Okay...fuck,man...I'm almost there...dunno what the fuck I'm good for...but hell...you're my best friend....Rated RKO all the way...no matter what...right?" Randy sniffled softly,"Hellyeah...th...thanks,man...see ya soon...hope McIntyre and them can get Barrett here in one fucking piece! I...I think those two need each other bad!" Edge sniffled back slightly,'Yeah,man...that's EXACTLY what they both fucking need...to be together again...later,man...stay by his locker room...call me if anythin happens with him and I'll call ya if McIntyre calls me bout Barrett!" Randy sighed out as he slid down the wall to sit by John's locker room door,"Ya...I'll park my ass here...see ya soon and I'll keep my phone by me...later,man..." With that,he heard Edge hang up and after casting a quick look around,Randy buried his face in his arms. He could still faintly hear John's tormented screams for Wade from within his room and Randy did the only thing he could. He hugged himself close to the door and just started silently crying at feeling helpless at hearing his best friend's agonizing pain.
[A/N: "mo ghrá" is Gaelic Irish for "my love"]
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