John and Randy discuss the fact that Randy always seems to get a lot of photographic "exposure."



"Face it. You're obsessed with my ass."

John looked up quickly, peering out from under the brim of his signature visor. "Obsessed is a little strong don't you think? I was just having a little fun man."

Randy continued to rub oil into his already gleaming skin, stopping every few seconds to admire his handiwork. "If you call seeing me half naked all the time fun... then I have some really serious questions about you."

Lifting his foot to the bench to tie his sneaker, John huffed a short laugh.

"That was a long time ago man. We were a couple of kids in OVW having a few laughs. Besides I don't seem to remember you complaining all that much when I was taking those pictures."

"That was before they were plastered all over the web," Randy shot back. "Do you realize that there isn't an Orton site out there that doesn't have them?"

"So sue them," John offered nonchalantly. "After all it's your ass they have on display."

"I think it may be too late for that," Randy replied. "My butt is everywhere."

Throwing his head back in laughter John stood up and picked up the T-shirt that had been lying next to him. "Well at least you know how popular you are."

Randy shrugged and dropped the bottle of oil back into his open bag. "Well part of me is anyway."

They continued their pre-match preparations in silence. It wasn't all that often that they got this kind of opportunity to spend time together since the roster split and it was nice to be able to take advantage of the fact that they both had high profile matches at SummerSlam.

"You do know that shot of you with your drawers down is probably gonna show up in the papers tomorrow."

Randy sighed. "Yeah...I know. Damn....you couldn't even let a friendly game of baseball go by could you? And I'm sure they'll add some cute little comment and totally ignore the fact that it was you who yanked them down."

John grinned, and Randy couldn't help but return the smile in spite of himself. "Hey....that's what they have to expect when they let a bunch of wrestlers out in public. Besides, you know what they say… boys will be boys."

"They say a lot of other things too," Randy responded dryly.

Then taking a slow, deep breath and a long stretch he headed for the door. But when he got there he paused and turned, his lips curled in a sardonic grin. "Tell you what. There's a camera in my bag. I'll let you take another shot of me wearing the belt I'll be taking from Benoit tonight. Just to prove there's no hard feelings. How's that?"

John nodded thoughtfully. "Sounds fine. But would that be with...or without... the wrestling trunks?"

It was intended as a jab… a parting shot between old friends. But somehow the response wasn't quite what he expected. Although it did keep his mind happily occupied for the rest of the night.

"John....that's entirely up to you."