The entire Boston crowd was on fire tonight.
John Cena was on his way down to the ring. Fresh off the defeat of John Laurinaitis and effectively ending his agenda as the Raw General Manager; Cena was flying high and could do no wrong.
"How're we doing, Boston?!" He managed to shout into the mic above the deafening crowd. This only drove them crazier. Cena couldn't help but smile. For once, he couldn't hear the 'Cena sucks' chants over the 'Let's Go, Cena' ones.
"Did you see me put that old geezer through a table last night? And did you love it as much as I did?"
The crowd fervently chanted 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' the newest and most popular moniker of the World Heavyweight Champion, Daniel Bryan.
Looking back, Cena would admit he'd felt a little invincible, a little too confident.
"Now, I have a question to the sloppy suits on the Board of Directors. Who's next?"
The crowd died instantly, exchanging murmurs and half-hearted chants of who they'd heard and wanted to become the new Raw General Manager. Truth be told, not even the locker room knew more than the crowd did. They were all probably watching Cena stand stupidly in the middle of the ring from monitors backstage, waiting to hear from someone who was taking the GM spot. Everyone had understood that John Cena's feud with Laurinaitis had gone further than planned. And that the Board of Directors weren't happy about the choices Laurinaitis had made leading up to his demise as GM. But they didn't like John Cena either. And his calling them out was something they weren't bound to tolerate.
When Brock Lesnar's face appeared on the titantron, Cena knew his punishment was greater than he bargained for…
Brock Lesnar's theme was meant to intimidate, to put fear into the hearts of the men he sought to crush and leave in his wake. And though he'd made his appearances lately, Cena knew for a fact the man was not here tonight. So he laughed, let the mic filter it in and made the threat of Brock Lesnar seem like the threat of Doink the Clown.
"Well, folks, it looks like our technical crew must've hit the 'F5' button by mistake and-" Cena's little joke was cut-off by the music ending and a different scene plastered on the titantron. It was a dark room and she was sitting in a big chair, her legs crossed and her face mildly obscured by the shadows. She leaned forward, letting light pour in on her. Something about her was oddly familiar and yet he couldn't place it. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and the pair of readers on the bridge of her nose made her steely eyes, focused solely on Cena, seem colder than ice. It made Cena's hair stand on end, the way she seemed to stare into his very soul with those big grey eyes.
"Well, well, well, John Cena has angered the beast yet again, it seems."
Eyes were drawn to the stage, where an always smug Paul Heyman stood. What the hell was unfolding here? The woman above smiled a little, leaning back in her chair.
The crowd erupted in chants of 'We Want Lesnar!'
Heyman looked above him at the screen.
"Simple, stupid people, you have Lesnar," he said curtly, "May I be the first to proudly welcome Ms. Bryony Lesnar as Raw's new General Manager!"
John Cena was dumbstruck. In fact, the whole arena was dumbstruck. This woman was the new John Laurinaitis, and a Lesnar? Cena wasn't quite buying it, especially coming from the lips of a man like Heyman.
"Wait, wait, just a minute. This is all some big locker room prank, right? You're just some prettied-up model and you, Heyman; you'll do anything for a few bucks. Brock Lesnar doesn't have a wife or a sister, and Brock Lesnar is way too young to be your-"
"-that's enough, Mr. Cena. Your disrespect will be taken into consideration," she spoke finally, in a voice so light and lilting yet commanding Cena wasn't sure whether to take her seriously or point her to the nearest cheerleading camp.
'It's the Big Show, it's the big, bad show tonight!'
The giant appeared behind Heyman, shaking his hand as he stepped out; flanked by Tensai and his servant, Sakamoto.
"Enjoy your handicap match," Heyman said, letting the screen flicker to black before he walked off; leaving Cena in the middle of the ring with the Big Show on one set of steel steps and Tensai perched on the other. Cena found himself confused and angry as he slid off his shirt and threw it into the crowd, preparing for a fight he already knew the outcome to.
