Warning: Before you proceed, just keep in mind that English is NOT my mother language. So there will certainly be mistakes in this text. Yet, I'm eager to improve, so if you see some corrections to make, don't hesitate to contact me :-)
Author's Note: Don't worry: I read your update suggestions in CORRosion. And I'll update the fanfic you'll vote the most for. But this fanfic's publication has something to do with the WWE COMICS I'm doing for the moment. You'll understand in time ;) Thus, consider this as an interlude.
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THE DRAFT
Chapter 1: A Blue Hero.
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April 25th 2011 - Raleigh, North Carolina.
The DRAFT, the yearly event awaited by many, both wrestlers and fans. The moment where destiny could change, for the best, or for the worst. The moment where great teams were broken, where friendship were ruined. The moment when you nervously stepped inside a new playground, and were looked from head to toes by the residents, evaluating you, judging you.
Yeah, almost like when you changed schools.
That's the feeling John Cena had tried to brush away, clearly reminding everyone that he was not a newbie to SmackDown. He added that this was so huge, that if Doc Emmet Brown ever wanted to use his DeLorean to a specific date, it wouldn't be on November 5th 1955, but today, April 25th 2011. The day John Cena was Back on SmackDown!
BACK ON SMACKDOWN. By this, John was sending a message to all the residents, the message that he had paved the road for most of them, so they shouldn't prepare the classical "Welcome Party" where soon or late, the newbies would end up eating cat food, dog biscuits, and running around in girls panties with bunny ears on their head.
To make sure no one would even try to make jokes on him, especially his so-funny former "buddies" from Nexus - now The Corre - he also reminded everyone that he still had a triple thread match at Extreme Rules against the Miz and John Morrison, and that in the end of it, he would bring the WWE title "Back to the Smack".
The Miz - the actual WWE champion - hadn't been enchanted by the idea, but had nevertheless joked about it, telling to John: "You are right. After Extremely Rules, when it comes to Raw: I can't see you", imitating Cena's gimmick.
But it barely lowered John's mood. After his speech, he had been welcomed as a Hero on SmackDown. The second person to be drafted to the blue brand, after a victory of Kofi Kingston against the Celtic warrior Sheamus, was no one else but Randy Orton.
And no one wanted to piss off the viper with cat food and bunny ears. No one!
Except of course CM Punk, who had taunted Orton about their big match to come on Extreme Rules. Orton had simply replied with a growling voice:
"Punk, after this Sunday, you won't be talking, you won't be walking, you won't be drinking, you won't be eating. You'll be sleeping. Unconscious sleeping. Because I will be the Last Man Standing!"
No. No one in the SmackDown roster would dare pissing the viper off, especially after such a statement.
And just afterwards, the next two other people from RAW to be drafted to SmackDown were Mark Henry, and Sin Cara. Due to his imposing size, Mark Henry was assured that no one would even suggest him to try some dog biscuits, even by pretending it was an appetizer from the finest Cook, chief Tony Hutchinson. That left Sin Cara, freshly arrived in the WWE, and so newbie on both SmackDown and Raw. An idea crossed Cena's mind about the fact that some of the food Sin Cara was used to in Mexico, perhaps didn't look (or taste) that different from the Welcome Party lunch on SmackDown. But he decided to look like a hero and take the newcomer under his wing. He never let pass an opportunity to make an alliance. Unless the person in front of him was 6'7", with a huge tattoo on the left deltoid, and a cutting accent from the North of England.
Speaking of which, John saw that Wade Barrett was entering the ring for his next match against Rey Mysterio. It was the perfect moment for him to present Sin Cara to the rest of the SmackDown roster, without being interrupted by his nemesis and his sick humor.
"So, this one", he started, showing one of the wrestlers in blue tee-shirt, picking some water at the fountain, "is Christian, also called Cap'tain Charisma. This one", he showed next a tall man with shoulder length brown hair and piercing eyes, "is Drew McIntyre from Scotland. If you don't understand what he tells you, don't worry. No one does".
"WAH'T DA FOH'CK CEH'NAH?"
"See what I mean?", Cena added with a wink to Sin Cara. The masked man just nodded. It was sometimes odd not to see even his eyes. At least, Rey Mysterio still seemed somehow human in comparison. This one reminded John of some hero from the Power Rangers. Actually, Cena wasn't even sure that Sin Cara understood everything he said. But as long as he perceived him as a friend, it was all good.
Speaking of friends, John spotted a group of three people, two of which he had once been forced to call friends, and who now were perhaps the only dark spot in his vision of his future on SmackDown. But he had to present them anyway. He pointed to the group of three, wearing the blue SmackDown tee-shirts just like him and Sin Cara, but who - when this comedy would be over - would drift back to their black tee-shirts.
"This", he started, "is THE CORRE, the group which-"
"CENAAAA!", Heath Slater's shout interrupted him, and he gulped with some unease, wondering if all Hell was going to break lose again as he saw the red haired kid striding towards him.
"Hey! Wassup Wendy?", he asked casually before Heath stopped himself just a feet from him, staring at him with big wet eyes.
"WADE IS A MONSTER, NAW MEAN?"
John got an unease smile, but at least, it wasn't the 'Wendy' nickname that brought those tears in the corner of Slater's eyes. "I'd be the last to deny this, but… what are you referring to, exactly?"
Heath took a deep breath and closed his eyes. John got the suspicion that the kid was on the verge of hyperventilating. Maybe he was taking the opportunity that Wade was busy on the ring with Rey Mysterio, to release some of his inner tension. After a few seconds, Heath's eyes met John's again.
"He completely filled my computer desktop with Internet Explorer shortcuts after he uninstalled Firefox. He also put a password to my session and created a limited account for me! Now I have a mix of "Hello Kitty" and "Tokyo Hotel" background and a "My Little Pony" as a mouse cursor. All that for what? Because yesterday I put ice cubes in his bed!"
There was a heavy silence, only interrupted by a fly farting.
"Indeed…", was all John could finally say to reassure Heath. Then he turned to Sin Cara again and resumed: "… So, as I said: this is THE CORRE, the group which terrorizes SmackDown".
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TO BE CONTINUED.
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::Roselyne::
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