WWE's The Miz and Randy Orton in: "Your Having A Bastard!"

You know, I absolutely have nothing to say. Let's see why, shall we?

Randy Orton downed another shot, his eyes never leaving the man he had been infatuated with for months now. Tonight he was determined to get what he wanted weather the man wanted it or not. The man in question was tan, his hair a bark brown, his eyes a deep blue that danced in the light. This man was completely and utterly awesome, this man was Mike Mizanin. The club was dark, thick smoke hung low in the air, music boomed in every direction. The bar was full, along with all the table around the bar, people eating and drinking, hanging out. Then there was the dance floor, seemingly hundreds of nameless bodies, grinding against each other.

Randy's eyes saw through all the people to Mike. He downed another shot, smirking as the man so innocently danced around with his friends, a drink pressed to his lips. Randy was far from being intoxicated, he handled his liquor well. Mike was the one on the verge of being drunk and in just a few more drinks; he would be and Randy would make his move on his unsuspecting prey. The Viper was known as being the most ruthless superstar their was or ever had been. The man was truly like the snake he was named after, cold and merciless on the surface and even deeper. Only the people who had wormed their way into his heart could ever stand around with him and feel safe. But even so, Randy had no problem snapping at them, he simply couldn't hurt those few people he loved.
 

Oh, boy. It's one of those. Let's just get on with it.

Two things first. One, this story may be rather weak by FFF standards, but you'll see why I chose it in a few moments. Two, this story is by MyBizTheMiz (no, really, that's his name) and disturbs me. More on why later.

Randy paid for his drink, a smirk in place as he watched Mike stumble back to the bathrooms; alone. This was Randy's chance. He stood and made his way back to the bathroom in the shadows of the club. The bathroom was dirty, dark and dull, not many people ever dared venture in here, only some drunken idiot and a drug dealer talking to him. As soon as the viper entered the room, his eyes landing on them and a sneer controlling his face, they both could not get out of the room fast enough. That left only him and the tipsy beauty that was Mike Mizanin, standing in front of the mirror and looking at his face.
 

The fuck is up with this bar? Shouldn't it have been shut down by now? And why are super rich and famous celebrities there? Was there no where better?

Randy took another look around the bathroom. The walls a dingy blue, the floor black it was so dirty, amazingly it was originally supposed to be white. Spider webs hung in every corner, the makers of them waiting for their next meal to fly by. The window was broken in several places, the walls covered with profanity and promises of forever. The sink was a place not many would dare touch, not knowing what kind of bacteria and disease clung to the counter top and knobs of the water. Randy had to wonder if the owner even gave a fuck about the condition of his establishment, by the looks of it, he didn't or he was dead as hell and there was no one to take over caring for the place.
 

Right, because it wouldn't have been shut down by now.

Randy's eyes snapped back to Mike. The man had turned to him, his eyes unfocused as they stared him down.

"Whadua want Ortion." Mike slurred at him, his body swaying dangerously.

Randy grinned evilly, swiftly making his way over to Mike, only inches from his face.

"You." His answer was dark and ominous as he quickly spun Mike and shoved him against the wall. The smaller man struggled, squeaking and struggling to get away. Mike being drunk, only got that first off, someone was over powering him and trying to hurt him maybe and that he was pressed up against the disgusting wall of the bathroom he had not wanted to step foot into in the first place.
 

Then why not rape him in the parking lot? Or slip him a rufy? Or GGGGAAAAAHHHH WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THIS?!

"Help! Rape! Someone!" Mike screamed as hard as he could up until Randy covered his mouth with his hand. Mike was determined not to let this happen, he bit down on Randy's hand hard, drawling blood. The large man behind him hissed and yanked his hand away. Seconds later he felt Randy's fist come down hard on the back of his head, knocking his head into the germ infested wall of the bathroom before the hand found his way back to covering his mouth.

That's surprisingly in character for the Miz.

"You scream or bite me one for fucking time, i'll make sure this is alot worse on you." He spat venomously as he tore his pants down. Mike whimpered, his head throbbing as tears welled up in his eyes. That had hurt like hell and he couldn't see straight. He was suddenly much more sober then he had been seconds ago. "R-Randy please." Mike swallowed hard as he felt another hand snake into his own pants, roughly taking his soft member in callused hands.

Randy ignored his pleas, jerking the soft shaft before pulling Mike's pants down, ripping his boxers away. Randy pulled back a bit, grinning down at Mike's half naked form. "Imma take my hand away, and if you scream again...Ill kill you." He hissed into Mike's ear. The hair on back of Mike's neck stood up and he nodded, he really believed that Randy would murder him if he screamed anymore. That is why when Randy positioned himself to Mike's hole the man said nothing. Even when Randy harshly thrust into the virgin tight hole, no lubricant, not prep, nothing. Mike just gasped and covered his own mouth, crying silently as he preyed for someone to come in and help him.
 

Again, fairly tame so far, but this is where it starts getting horrifying. Just letting you know.

It was hard for Mike not to scream and beg, this was his first time with a man. He had been trying to save it for his lover John Morrison but he hadn't gotten to do that, Randy was taking that from him and it hurt, it broke his head, that hurt him more than having Randy's huge cock brutally shoved deep inside him. It was warm in the club but Mike felt cold right down to his core. Randy was raping him, Randy Orton, a man he worked with was taking his first time by force. Mike felt warm liquid running down his legs. Randy had yet to come so what was that? Blood.

Randy was ruthless, slamming in and out of the smaller man, not caring about how he cried and whispered, begging quietly. Mike was being ignored completely, all Randy was paying attention to was the night passage he was pounding in and out of with no regard for Mike once so ever. Mike was pressed flush to the wall, his tears streaking his face as Randy took what he wanted. Every time Randy slapped his ass, every time Randy pounded into him, every time Randy groaned or grunted, Mike felt like a little part of him was dying.

Mike could feel himself tearing, just like he could feel Randy's hands all over him, groping and touching him in places he had never let any other man touch. He hated it. He despised the way Randy's hand gripped his cock, jerking it along with his merciless thrusts. But it did no good, Mike was not hard, he was soft as ever and only in pain. Clear hot tears trailed down his cheeks to meet with the blood from his lip which he had bitten through to drop off his chin and onto the dirty floor.
 

See what I mean? It's one thing when the characters get raped and like it. It's a whole nother ball park when they hate the forced intercourse.

With one last, final roar; Randy thrust into Mike, cumming deep inside of him and filling him to the brim. Mike Just sobbed once more, his body shuddering as Randy's sperm exploded inside of him. The large man pulled out, letting Mike fall to the floor in a battered heap of blood, sperm and tears. Orton cleaned himself up, putting his clothes right before bending down to Mike's face.
 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CunkkysnjoQ

"You tell ANYONE about this, and I'll see to it that it happens again but next time, you wont live to snitch." His hissed venomously. Mike choked on one of his chest rattling sobs but nodded, listening as Randy's shoes tapped the floor, leading him out of the bathroom as if he had not just violated his fellow superstar and left him all alone in his misery.
 

The end... of chapter one. This is a grand 14 chapter masterpiece. I don't have that much time, so how about one more chapter, eh?

Mike laid on the cold, dirty floor, unable to move. His whole body was just limp. He could feel the blood and come oozing from his abused hole, he could hear the banging of people on the dance floor, but what did he feel? He felt pain. It was all he could say, it just, it fucking hurt him. He couldn't get up and he knew that. So he laid there and he cried. He knew no one would enter this bathroom and if by some chance they did they wouldn't give to cents about him. But he was wrong, his bestfriend and apprentice Alex Riley was worried for him. Alex actually saved him, if not for him them Mike would have been left there for maybe another man to get a hold on him.

The sound of Alex's shoes on the tile floor made Mikey's eyes snap over, the gasp that was heard let him know whoever this was, he was familiar with them. The arms that lifted him and the face that met him let him know he was safe now. But it didn't ease the pain. It just made it hurt worse if anything. He didn't want his apprentice to see him like this? But there was nothing he could do about it. He tried so, so hard to keep his tears at bay but it was in vain. Mike let out a small wail before burying his face in Alex's chest, letting out a heart breaking sob that rattled his well toned body.
 

Well toned?

Alex's eyes were wide, what had he just walked in on? His friend...His crush...Mike was just laying on the bathroom floor, bleeding from his ass, his clothes torn and he looked...He just looked helpless. That was one thing Alex had never seen...Until now.
 

Obviously.

He held onto Mike tightly while he cried into Alex's chest.

"Mike, Mikey what happened?" He asked worriedly.

Mike sobbed harder. "R-R-Ra-Rap-Rape!" He stuttered out. It took a few moments for Alex to get it but soon realization lit his light brown eyes.
 

"It was terrible! Snoop Dog came in here, raped me, and rapped the entire time! And his beat wasn't dope or fresh!"

"What? Mike? Who? When? Oh Mikey..." His eyes were wide, he wasn't sure what to do but he knew good and damn well the whoever did this...He would make them pay. But right now, all he wanted was to make sure his mentor got taken care of; seeing the awesome Mike Mizanin like this was scary, heart breaking.

Alex had never dealt with a rape victim before...He had no idea what to do. All he could think of was to cover Mike in his thick jacket and carry him out to the car. So thats what he tried to do but as soon as he started to pick him up Mike let out a small whimper. Mike Mizanin didn't whimper...
 

"He just whines, and screams, and cries like a little girl."

Alex looked down to the man in his arms with a shocked expression, unbelieving even. "Oh Mike..." He shook his head and went on, picking the smaller man up with ease, working his way through the club, giving anyone who dared say anything a look that could defiantly kill.
 

Randy watched with a smirk as Alex carried Mike out the door. He chuckled, shaking his head and sipping his drink. No, Randy Orton didn't care at this point. He had gotten what he wanted and he was done with it. Or so he thought he was anyways.

Alex gently sat Mike in the passenger seat, letting his seat back and standing out in the cold January air making sure Mike was buckled in and okay before he got in himself and started the thirty minute drive to the nearest hospital. Mike and Alex had good chemistry, always liked each other but never done anything with it, now was not the time to either but Alex let his hand find Mike's and gently grip it, lacing their fingers together. The ride was pretty quiet before Alex simply couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mike...who did this to you?" It was a simple question. Mike answered with a simple lie. "I don't know..." His voice splintered like wood that was having too much weight put down on it at one time and was breaking under the sheer force of the object. It was fitting' Mike was breaking under the sheer reality of what had just happened to him. The ride was pretty quiet, Mike just...didnt want to speak and doubted he could if he wanted to and Alex was too immersed in his thoughts to say anything to his friend.
 

They pulled up to the hospital, Alex carried Mike inside without a word to the poor man he had come to call his best friend. They had to wait outside in the ER until it was their turn. Once they were called Mike was taken back, police were called. Alex was forced out into the waiting room while they interrogated Mike and checked him for disease and whatever else he could get from some stranger fucking him into a cold stone wall.
 

That's just lazy writing. Just say "They checked him for STD's.". Not that hard.

Alex pulled out his phone and decided to call some close friends, letting them know where they went so fast and what they were doing. First one he called was Evan Bourne. He and Mike had a bit of a history. Nothing sexual but they had been friends since ECW. Of coarse Evan had grabbed his lover Jake Hager and rushed to the hospital, the bouncy bubbly man panicking so bad Jake refused to let him drive.

"Jake! We gotta hurry and your to slow!" Evan bounced around in his seat, his hands shaky as he bucked himself in. Jake started the truck, ignoring him about who was driving.

"What'th going on anywayth?"

"Mikey is hurt!" Evan looked out the window, Alex hadn't told him why, just said he was hurt and where they were. Evan had already hung up and taken Jake to the car.

The large, hay blond man was never irritated with his lover, he was used to this with Evan but he was curious and even worried himself. He was good friends with The Miz too.

Evan burst through the doors of the ER, his eyes landing on Alex in a heart beat. He zoomed over, bombarding Alex with questions about Mike. Jake walked in after him, calmer, waving a people so they wouldnt try to sedate Evan. Evan looked like he might be escaped from a mental hospital or hurt so bad he couldn't control his body. Jake sat beside Alex, and listened to his lover and friend speed talk...More like Evan spoke so hard you couldnt understand and Alex stared at him dumbfounded. This would be a long night, one of worry and fear.
 

All right, enough. There's twelve more chapters of this, but they're all pretty boring.  It turns out Miz is pregnant with no explanation what so ever and some boring rape trauma shit. There is, however, this unique part:

Mike stared at doctor with disbelief. There was no way in hell this man could be serious. He was not pregnant. Men did not get PREGNANT! Mike was to busy going over this in his head he did not hear the doctor explaining it, Alex did, Alex was right beside him, he hadn't left Mike alone since he was raped a month ago. Mike had yet to tell anyone anything about it so all he could do was hold his hand and make sure no one could hurt him. Alex was Alex like that, Mike thought he was being over protective but in the back of his mind he was so glad to have Alex there, making sure no one could get him.

The doctor left the room without Mike noticing, he was staring at the wall in shock, his usual bronzed skin a stark white as he trembled.

He was not aware of much, he was aware the doctor had said he was pregnant and aware that Alex was holding his hand but that was about it.

"Mikey...You okay?" Alex looked over at his friend worriedly, he did not like how Mike was taking this...Course he would be freaking out too but still, Mike was his best friend and he was worried.

"..." Mike just stared at the wall, the look of shock melting into confusion as he thought more and more about it and then...

It hit him.

Who is the father is this damn thing?

He hadn't talked to John in forever...He didn't know what was going on with that. And the last person to be with him like that...

OH HELL NO!

There was no way he was pregnant...With Randy Orton's second child!

"Mikey? Mike talk to me." Alex shook the man's shoulder. "Michael answer me!"

"Alex..." Mike's voice was soft, a certain sign something was wrong. "Alex...this baby..."

"Yes?" The larger man hadn't even thought about it...

"I was raped..."

There was a moment of silence in which realization slapped Alex in the face.

"Oh fuck! Mike!" And Alex was up, pacing the room, his brows furrowed as the man's shoes squeaked going over the tile floor. His deep growls and angered huffs filling the room. "Mike you know who did this! I fucking know you do and you need to tell me now!" No he was not sure what he would do but he had to do something. Mike was pregnant, he was going to need help and the man who did this needed his natural born ass beat.
 

Feel free to read the rest here:http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6820794/1/Your-Having-A-Bastard

As for me, I need to see a priest and a doctor about a castration.