Title: Break Down The Wall
Author: Slasher92
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: CM Punk/John Cena (eventually)
Disclaimer: The WWE Superstars mentioned in this work of fiction do not belong to me and in no way am I affiliated with the WWE (for now anyway). The events portrayed in this are fictitious and, at least to my knowledge, do not represent real life events.
Warnings: Language (I will update as other warnings occur)
Authors Notes: This is the first time I am taking a stab at writing a WWE story. I have been a part of the WWE Universe for over a decade and decided to give this a shot. I hope you enjoy.
Summary: Throughout his entire life, he had always followed the rules.
Throughout his entire life, he had always followed the rules. No drugs. No alcohol. No promiscuous sex. No smoking. No meat. Simple rules, and for 34 years he had stuck with them and had never broken a single one. Yet in a single night, one man managed to screw up his entire belief system and his life.
~~~~sXe~~~~
CM Punk was pissed. No, he was beyond pissed. There were no words to describe the clusterfuck that just happened out in the ring. One moment he was holding the title high over his head after his match with the Rock and the next, he was flat out on his back, barely conscious, as the Shield unloaded on him. 'On the plus side, now I can stop being associated with those dickbags' Punk thought as he slowly made his way toward the locker room. The trainers had released him moments ago with explicit instructions to take it easy and let someone know if his headache got worse or he felt nauseous. "Fucking Ambrose, Reigns, and Rollins! What the hell is their problem?" he said as he threw open the door to the locker room, which was blissfully empty since the majority of the superstars were around the monitors watching and waiting. He made his way over to where his bag was and collapsed on the bench. Rummaging through his bag and pulling out his phone, he debated saying something snarky on Twitter. Before he could make a decision, the door to the locker room opened up to reveal Kofi.
"Hey man, you okay?" he asked as he walked over to lean against the wall beside Punk. He put his phone down and twisted around on the bench to face Kofi.
Punk shrugged his shoulders and winced from the motion. "I'll live. I mean that powerbomb hurts like hell but nothing I can't shake off." Kofi nodded. "But those dicks just about cost me my title. I'm just glad they waited 'til after Dwayne tapped so I wasn't stripped." Kofi merely nodded again, knowing better than to interrupt Punk while he was angry. "I mean what the hell is their deal? Is it an 'injustice' to beat him?" Punk continued, even using exaggerated air quotes.
"Dunno, but c'mon the battle royal is about to start and I know you don't wanna miss this," Kofi said as he headed toward the locker room door.
"Yeah, yeah you just don't wanna leave me alone with your stuff while I'm pissed." Kofi shrugged and let out a huff of a laugh.
~~~~sXe~~~~
Now not only was he pissed but he was also confused. He knew creative sometimes liked to fuck with them but seriously? This was not happening. There was no way in hell that John fucking Cena just won. He watched in what could be called shock as John motioned for a microphone. "Punk, I'm coming for you. Gonna reclaim what is mine," was all he said before dropping the microphone and throwing up his trademark hand gesture. Before he realized what he was doing, he found himself pounding on Vince McMahon's office door.
"Why is Cena getting yet another title match? He had his shots already and I beat him down each and every time," Punk said as soon as the door opened. Vince, needless to say, didn't look pleased.
"Phil, you will address me with respect." Punk rolled his eyes but knew better than to defy the chairman tonight especially after the Shield attack. For all he knew, Vince would consider that interfering and strip him anyway.
"Sir, with all due respect, Cena doesn't deserve another chance. Have him face Alberto instead."
"No Punk, he is going to face you at WrestleMania and that is final. Now get the hell out of my office."
~~~~sXe~~~~
"It could be worse, Orton could have won or something. Least you know you won't lose?" Kofi said as he sat across from Punk that night at the bar. Punk didn't say anything, just stared angrily at his Pepsi. Kofi sighed and signaled for the bartender to bring him another shot. If he was gonna have to deal with a sulking Punk, he certainly wasn't just going to sit there empty handed.
Across the bar, John was sitting with Randy and a few others. John let out a laugh as he grinned over at Zack. Punk looked up from his drink for a brief moment before frowning and returning his gaze to the glass in front of him. "Stupid bastard," he muttered.
"Seriously, get over it. At least have a little fun tonight?" Kofi said as he motioned toward the dance floor.
"First, I don't want to get over it. It's a fucking joke letting him have another chance and it makes me look like a fool. Second, don't dance. Period."
Kofi rolled his eyes, "Well at least stop acting like a five year old who just got his favorite toy taken away." Punk knew he shouldn't even acknowledge that but found himself sticking his tongue out regardless. "See, five," Kofi said with a laugh.
~~~~sXe~~~~
"Congratulations John, think you might actually win the title this time?" Randy said with a smirk.
"Fuck you Randy," John said, his words softened by the smile that was playing across his face. "Need I remind you who the ten-time champ is?" Randy shrugged.
"Whatever John, we all know who the real champ is at the end of the day," he mocked as he spread his arms out in a crude imitation of his own pose. John let out a bark of a laugh before shaking his head.
"Sure Randal, sure," he said as he got up from the table. Randy flipped him off with another smirk. "I'm gonna go get another round from the bar, you guys want anything?" Cody, Zack, and Randy shook their heads and John wandered off toward the bar. As John wandered off, Randy's eyes scanned the bar. His eyes landed on CM Punk and Kofi Kingston. He watches the pair for a while, his eyes trained on Punk.
~~~~sXe~~~~
"Night Punk," Kofi said as he turned off the light beside his bed. Punk nodded as he flipped the page of his latest comic. After a while, he finished it and put it down on the comforter. Looking at the small clock, he let out a sigh. It was almost 2 am. Knowing that sleep would probably elude him for the rest of the night, he grabbed his hoodie and room key before slipping out of the door.
~~~~sXe~~~~
"John seriously, why are you even drinking right now?" Randy asked as he stood next to the man who downed yet another shot.
"Feel like getting drunk," John slurred as he tried to focus on Randy. "Some girl tried to hit on me and I haven't really…since Liz…" he trailed off. Randy shook his head.
"I'm going to sleep. I'm not gonna babysit your drunk ass tonight, especially since there is no reason to be drunk. You won the rumble, a girl hit on you, and you are going to win the title. Get it together and don't bitch tomorrow when you are hung-over and feel like shit." With that said, Randy left him sitting at the hotel bar. John had no idea how long he sat there. He felt himself slipping on the stool and braced himself. Before he could hit the floor, he felt someone's arms grab him.
~~~~sXe~~~~
Well what do you guys think so far? This is my first venture into the WWE Verse and I'll admit, this is probably a rough first start but ideally it will get better as time goes on. I wanted to get this out before the Royal Rumble this Sunday so I could manipulate them as I saw fit. Tell me your thoughts and feel free to critic cause I know this sucks – definitely not my best attempt but I promise it will get better (especially since I know the middle and end…it's just this damn beginning that I'm stuck on)