Hostile Hosting

Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Marvel. I own Farrah/Persiana and Leon/Crisis. WWE owns all its superstars.

Chapter 1: A Brilliant Idea

Vince McMahon, the owner of the WWE, was swaggering down the hall way, smiling to himself. He said,

"I am such a genius, it scares me sometimes."

He walked into a meeting room where John Cena, Batista, Triple H, the Miz, Randy Orton, and several other RAW superstars were sitting around, talking about why the boss had called them in. Triple H snorted,

"Finally, my father-in-law decides to show up. Hey, Dad, can we go now?"

Vince shook his head,

"Not yet, Hunter. First, I have an announcement to make."

The Miz asked,

"Are we getting another guest host?"

The head of the WWE nodded,

"Yep, and you'll like who it is, too."

Randy Orton groaned,

"Please tell me it's not Don Johnson again. I can barely live that down as it is."

Melina shrugged,

"Doubt it."

Vince shook his head,

"No, it's not Don Johnson. You see, I've decided on the next guest host that brings local flavor and color to where we're going."

Batista said,

"Wait, I remember our next show is in San Diego."

John Cena instantly gulped,

"Oh no. Vince, please tell me you didn't…"

Vince smiled wickedly,

"That's right. The guest host, or hosts rather, are going to be…the West Coast Avengers!"

At this, Cena, the WWE champion, screamed and bashed his head on the table. Mark Henry noted,

"I see John still hasn't recovered from the last time we were there."

Cena looked up, horrified,

"You've lost your mind, Vince. You've really lost it. Do you have any idea what that blonde chick did to me the last time I was there? She tied me down and held my championship belt. And, she had this really weird giggle too."

Batista grinned,

"What's the matter, Cena? Afraid of one little girl?"

John groaned,

"This is going to be the worst night of my life."
Meanwhile, at the West Coast Avengers Compound…

"THIS IS GOING TO BE THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!"

Carol Danvers, the blonde powerhouse Avenger Miss Marvel, was flying through the halls of the compound, proudly hearing the news. She sang out loud,

"I'm going to meet my dream man! His name is John Cena!"

Jim Rhodes, the armored Avenger War Machine, ordered,

"Carol, get back here!"

He then looked at the other teen Avengers,

"Now, we've been given this opportunity to show the world we're just as good as the Avengers back East, so don't do anything that could embarrass us…"

He looked at Carol and Farrah,

"Especially you two."

Farrah Willows, the lioness Avenger Persiana, asked innocently,

"What are you talking about?"

Leon Maxwell, the red-eyed Avenger Crisis, said,

"What War Machine means is…for one night, can you two bury this rivalry you have?"

Carol folded her arms,

"I will, if Persiana isn't going to be a bitch about it."

Farrah shot back,

"Oh, please. The only bitch here is you. You're gonna be so hung over John Cena that you'll actually leave my man alone for a night."

The Air Force Brat, narrowed her eyes,

"I'm going to support John Cena. He's a local Bostonian and he needs my support. Just like Leon needs my support so, when he does leave you for me, furball, he and I will have a really solid foundation for a relationship."

Persiana hissed, coiling herself around Leon,

"He's my mate, Barbie. And, I'm going to protect him from your seductive charms."

Sam Wilson, the avian Avenger Falcon, smirked,

"Nice one, Leon."

Leon groaned,

"I have a headache coming on, and it's not one of my visions. And, I don't need my visions to tell me this is going to turn out bad."

Next Chapter:
Monday Night Raw kicks off! Chaos ensues!