-Pre-Summerslam/Team WWE-
John Cena had made up his mind. He was going to stop the Nexus. He slowly walked in the dark hallway backstage. Raw had just ended, and the Nexus was just after beating his ass into oblivion for the thousandth time. He had grown sick of it, and he would no longer deal with it. At first, he thought he could stop them all on his own. He was wrong. Now, he realized he didn't have to stop them all, he only had to stop one of them for this Nexus thing to go away, and that one is Wade Barrett. Wade was the leader of the Nexus, and without him, Cena was sure that the Nexus would be through. Done. Over. John Cena had been planning since the first time he was brutally attacked by the NXT Rookies of season one. He was going to personally take Wade Barrett out, and he was going to do it tonight.
He pulled the brim of his baseball cap down, almost over his eyes, then stopped at a corner, just to ponder for a moment. The halls were dark, as the show was over and most of the superstars and crew had already left. The Nexus always left either first or last. Tonight was one of those 'leaving last' days. Cena overheard them talking about making more plans tonight after the show. He supposed they wouldn't get too far into their plans because Cena was going to rudely interrupt them.
He pulled off his bright orange shirt. It was much too noticeable, then his cap. He turned the corner he'd stopped next to, and peered down to the end of the hall where he saw the worn white door with the yellow and black 'N' plaster in it's center. He took a breath, and remembered how badly he and his fellow WWE superstars had been beaten by the rutheless pack or rookies. His mind raced in anger, and adrenaline fell through him. At this, his walked loudly up to the door, not caring if anyone saw him.
He pressed his ear up to the door to see if he could hear what they were saying. The door was sturdy, but he heard Skip Sheffield say something about John Morrison. Cena didn't care what it was, all he knew was that it was not good. He cared about Morrsion, they were good friends. Cena stood there for only a moment, before taking a deep breath in. He placed his hand on the door knob, and opened the door. The Nexus stopped talking, as they had immediately noticed the intrusion. John stood in the door, perfectly obvious, as Skip, Darren, Justin, Heath, Michael, David and of course Wade stared at him with such confused looks, wondering what in the hell he was thinking.
"Cena." Was all that Wade said, his accent prominent as always, then Skip cut in.
"What the HELL, do you think you're doing here?" Skip's face took on his normal dark-eyed manor, but John remained expressionless. "Hello?" Skip continued after Cena said nothing. "You listening to me?" Wade interrupted. "Enough Skip." He tilted his head in Cena's direction, " Get Him. And don't come back until he's in a bloody mess" Barrett's accent was thick with hatred.
Cena smiled, knowing what was to come. Wade was going to stay put while he sent his lackey's to kick Cena's ass. Sure enough, the lot of them, minus Wade began running towards him. Cena ran away from them, turning corner to corner, trying to confuse them. Their footsteps became quieter behind him as he distants himself from them. Sure enough, he was able to hide in a dark room, hearing them pass. He immediatly peered out to see their backs moving away from him. He smirked once more and quietly jogged back the Nexus' locker room.
John smiled as he quietly aproached the familiar locker room door. It had been closed since the Nexus was sent after him, but that didn't stop him from reaching out to grab the door knob once again. He slowly opened it, and oddly enough, it didn't squeak one bit. His eyes wandered into the room, where they found Wade sitting on the worn wooden bench. His back was to John. Perfect..
He stepped in, not making a sound, and stood smiling. Wade seemed to be removing his jet black wrist tape, and coughed a little while doing so. He was still wearing his Nexus t-shirt and his wrestling tights and boots. John didn't mind that at all. After watching him for a few moments, Cena decided he didn't want his entrance to be icompletely/i smooth and sneaky.. No, he wanted to make an impact. Thus, he took one more step inside, before slamming the door shut and locking it.
Of course the loud bang scared Barrett up from his sitting position where he immediately turned and backed into the lockers on the wall, a simultaneous i"Bloody Hell!"/i was heard vacating his lips.
His face dropped at the sight of his foe standing the doorway, the Nexus nowhere to be seen.
"Cena, whot tha hell do yu whont." Barrett attempted to keep his tough guy face on whilst saying this, but he and Cena both knew the rookie leader was intimidated.
John walked toward him, that smile that had made him so famous and beloved was plastered on his face. Barrett knew he had nothing good planned. John drifted closer and closer to he Brit until he was almost face to face. Barrett made no attempt to move, as they were in a tiny locker room, and to do so would simply be a waste of energy.
"I've decided," John spoke up, "That I'm sick of this Nexus thing. I ain't gonna deal with it no more, and the way to get rid of it, would be to take out the 'all-powerful' leader, Wade Barrett." John's smile was no longer present, and Barrett knew he was in trouble. He glanced to the door for a split-second, hoping to God that his team would suddenly bust through and save him. Then he remembered Cena locking the door... There goes hope.
Cena approached even further, until their chests we're almost touching. Cena was noticeably shorter than Wade, but man was he ripped. Wade looked down, still nervous. Cena was shirtless.. For God's sake, the man was sculpted, so muscular he almost looked like rubber, unlike Wade, who was tall, but remarkably less bulky.
The Brit attempted to move to his left, but Cena's right hand lifted and smacked onto the lockers next to his shoulder, preventing his maneuver, before Cena's left hand lifted to hit Barrett hard in the visage.
The back of the Nexus' leader's head cracked against the lockers behind him, which left him crumpling to the floor holding the side of his face. He looked up at Cena who was smirking down at him. Unfortunatly, this wasn't the regular charming smirk that Cena sported to the ring, to his friends and to his fans. This was a smirk of hatred, of revenge, and of retribution. Barrett was almost sad that he didn't get knocked out from that blow, because now, he would have to suffer through more of the former Champion's wrath.
John bent down on one knee, placing it between Barrett's legs. He then grasped both of his wrists in his hands, bringing them to the rookie's back, clutching them so tightly that Wade's fingers curled.