Corruption, Deception, Insurrexion by P. Dizzle tha Prime Legend Champion
Associative Disclaimer: Except for a few references to a little inspiration from "Between Friends" by start-a-revolution, this story is completely fictional and original.
Proprietary Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the "materials", including CM Punk, and McMahonism. Everything unfortunately belongs to Vincent Kennedy McMahon.
Rating: T
Summary: The end of John Cena's friendship with his secret crush at the hands of her boyfriend becomes the catalyst to a war which shall shake the foundation right off of Raw. A story of love, betrayal, wrestling, corruption, redemption, and……… McMahonism!?!?!?
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EDIT: I feel kinda stupid about having thrust Edge's Rob Zombie entrance theme onto CM Punk, so I changed it to "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage, the song he uses in ECW anyway. Oh, and there's no point in having had CM Punk go blonde again at first so I'm removing that. So he's had his black hair look and his real-WWE ECW theme the whole time now according to changed facts.
Chapter 1: The Raw After Vengeance
Date & Show: June 26, 2006 WWE Monday Night Raw
"My Time Is Now", the music for WWE Raw Superstar "the Doctor of Thuganomics" John Cena, comes blaring onto the stage. Cena comes out with his friend and recently acquired valet, Maria, and the both of them are hyping up the crowd, going across the stage, etc. before walking down the ramp to an electric mixed crowd of boos and cheers. As Cena slid his way into the ring and started mouthing off once again, Maria got in by climbing the steps and crossing the ropes, then blew kisses to the fans the way she usually does. The two finally stopped right before the music did, hearing mixed chants of "CENA! CENA!" and "CENA SUCKS!" , as well as signs hinting towards each side of the fanatic views.
"I gotta say, folks, I mean, there's sum'n wrong wit' this picture right here, you know?" Cena asked, most of the fans cheering either because he was right or because they know what it was and they wanted that to happen for a long time. "Maria and I are standing here before you… without championship gold around my waist. (insert mostly cheers) But, unceremoniously, almost, not being the champ anymore has not broken my mood as of yet. Because I know personally that there's gonna be ups, and there's gon' be downs, in every man and woman's life on this planet. And despite the fact that - with the exception of 21 days where Edge got to relish the benefits of being Mr. Money in the Bank - I've been beatin' people and carryin' the crown o' dis company for about a year and a quarter, I know I can't stay on top forever. But I also know, that when the champion loses his title, there's the option of a rematch clause. I made sure to sign onto that, because I had a feelin' it was the end. When Ria and I came out for the match, we were expecting to hear 'Behold the king', or 'Time to play the game'! But, instead, we heard a question. The question was: are you ready? (insert loud cheers) Right then and there, I knew Triple H was not coming alone. Right then and there, I knew that I was gonna have to fight harder than I ever did. Right then and there, I knew Triple H and Shawn Michaels got their differences straightened out in the back at last! Right then and there, I knew, that D-Generation X was back! (insert mostly cheers) So I fought, and I hustled. Despite Shawn and Triple H throwin' everything in the book at me so that I could get pinned and lose the title to Triple H. Eventually, Maria caught Shawn in the act, and that resulted in him getting ejected. But at the same time, Triple H got a sledgehammer, and he whacked me in the head with it and threw it out the way before the referee could catch him. He then Pedigreed me into the mat, turned me over, hooked my leg, and 1, 2, 3, bam! He's the new WWE Heavyweight Champion. (insert cheers) But here's why I ain't upset. I ain't upset, for two reasons, no, wait, actually, three. One: there's always the rematch clause that I can get booked in to get another shot at Triple H. Two: I got beat by DX! (insert small cheers) And I got respect for dat! I respect D-Generation X because they are like me: they don't kiss ass, they don't get political, and they always fight to come out on top. (insert cheers) Three: I mean, let's face it. When you've got an incredibly hot young girl like Maria - who by the way is as good a loyal Chain Gang soldier and human being as she is a looker - (insert "oohs" as Maria blushes and smiles) - as your friend and manager, you've got nothin' to complain about for too long!"
"Are you ready?" was the question asked over the loudspeakers, along with the music and the familiar green scene lighting. Immediately, everyone realized that this was going to be the first D-Generation X appearance on Raw since that farce that led Shawn Michaels to come back to wrestling, driving the crowd riotous and motivating Cena and Maria to get outside the ring out of respect. Finally, out came Triple H and Shawn Michaels, in their usual trademark demeanors. The two posed at mid-ramp, with Trips drinking and spitting the water as Shawn did his prayer pose invoking the fireworks. The Heartbreak Kid got on the apron after that and did his little booty dance he does in the video games before stepping through the ropes while Trips just got into the ring via steps and ropes. Shawn and Trips each got on a turnbuckle and did the DX chop one time, invoking the X Evolution pyro blast behind them. The two men then got off, stood next to each other, and did three DX chops, each time invoking the X fireworks. The crowd went crazy during the entire celebration, as John Cena and an impressed Maria stood next to one another on the outside. Finally, the DX green lighting and music subsided, and the Degenerates got microphones, as well as left the floor free for Maria and Cena to re-enter, after which "D-X!" chants broke out. Triple H first held the microphone to his mouth, opening it to speak, but the chants and cheers were overwhelming. Finally, though, a few seconds later saw Shawn Michaels hold the microphone up to himself and begin their little promo.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and children all over the world, may I please present to you the group that revolutionized professional wrestling, the ones who brought attitude and pizzazz to the world, the degenerates who were rebels before being a rebel was cool! The Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels! The King of Kings, H.H.H.! D-Generation X!" Michals called out in trademark fashion, letting the world know who they were and almost tearing the roof off this arena.
"Now, back to Mr. Cena here," Trips finally began, causing the fans to boo. "The Doctor of Thuganomics. The Franchise. The Prototype. The Untouchable Chain Gang Leader. Well, guess what: you and your little girl here could have come out now and taken our start promo time by coming out here and talking about how you got your ass kicked 95 of the time, but still found a way to win and piss all the haters off. You could have come out here, shining this spinner championship belt, which I'm about to have remodeled for DX style in a couple of weeks, (insert loud cheers) and started screaming out, 'THE CHAMP IS HERE! THE CHAMP IS HERE!' But, John, you see: you can't. You can't say 'the champ is here' anymore. Because you're not the champ anymore. The King of Kings, for the 11th time, is the champ now! (insert cheers) Therefore, I not only own any WWE Heavyweight Championship belt I choose, I also own the right to say 'the champ is here.'"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up just one second there, Tripsy," Cena cut him off, the mixed reaction coming on again. "See, I created the catchphrase, not when I had the WWE Championship, but when I had the United States Championship back when I was on Smackdown, a'ight? So, basically, I own the catchphrase, and whenever I have a title, I gots to say it."
"Explain letting Edge say it after New Year's Revolution," Michaels challenged him.
"I kicked his ass and took it back after three weeks," Cena answered solidly.
"That may be true, but he still said it. So, the champ owns the catchphrase. Therefore, the champ is here!" Trips yelled, pointing to the spinner WWE Championship belt he had around his waist the entire time. As I failed to point out earlier, Shawn and Trips wore black DX shirts with blue jeans and black sneakers, while Cena and Maria wore stuff they usually wear. Oh, by the way, the Game continued. "But then again, the fact still remains that I am the best Superst… no, I'm gonna take a page from the ECW people by defying Mr. McMahon and saying 'wrestler' instead of 'Superstar', especially since Ric Flair used to call me the greatest wrestler, not Superstar, alive today, so the fact still remains that I am the best wrestler in this company, and I own this place, and I call the shots. Vincent Kennedy McMahon can kiss my ass. (insert cheers) Now, because I am the best, I know for a fact that I'm gonna beat your ass out here if you want a piece of me in a championship rematch. So, if you want it tonight, you got it tonight!" (insert cheers)
"In fact, Hunter, unless you're uncomfortable wrestling in street clothes, I suggest you and Mr. Thuganomics here get this over with right now," Shawn said, not long after which "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage came on for the third time in WWE history for some stranfw reason. What else is, no Titantron video came up on the screen. Out came a guy in medium length black hair, several tattoos on his arms, and another tattoo across his lower chest of the words "Straight Edge". He was wearing black jeans, and he came out to this music, made his way to the ring, approached a smiling Maria, and engaged in a lip lock with her. John Cena seemed to recognize who this was, and was not in a very happy mood about it.
Jerry Lawler: "Okay, so this guy's out here, kissing Maria, and only she and John Cena seem to have any idea who he is. Do you have any idea who he is, JR?"
Jim Ross: "Nope. And if I did know, it must've slipped my mind."
"CM Punk. Man, I'm in the middle of conductin' some business wit' DX right here. You mind tellin' us exactly what the hell you're doin' out here, man?" John asked.
Jerry Lawler: "CM Punk? Oh, yeah! I remember him! He's Maria's boyfriend! I remember hearing her talk about him backstage!"
Jim Ross: "He also looked very promising from what I've seen, but what's the deal between him and John Cena?"
"You still haven't heard, John? Wow, you're late," CM retorted. "I got moved up here to Raw. I told Maria last night after the show. That's why she was so happy today, or did she forget to say something?"
"And neither one of you found that valuable information for the Doctor of Thuganomics?" Michaels asked in a questioning tone. Trips tapped his shoulder to tell him to shut up.
"But let me just get to the point of why exactly I'm out here," CM finally said. "Thanks for taking care of Maria the past month, but she's taken. She's with me. And you've done enough to keep us apart, John." (insert boos) On an interesting footnote to what CM Punk is about to say, instead of putting some questioning, weirded out look on his face, Cena juts kept on looking at CM Punk with a stern yet plain straight face. "Maria is my girlfriend, not yours. And I know you two have some good chemistry, and she's taken a bit of a shine to you as a friend. But John Cena, you couldn't take her away, because I'm already in the way." Meanwhile, Maria got herself a microphone, and finally started speaking up.
"Wait a minute, baby, what are you doing?" she asked CM. "He's never made any moves on me or anything like that."
"Doesn't matter. I don't make any moves on you because it's not my place to do stuff like that, not because I don't think you're beautiful or I'm not in love with you," the Doctor of Thuganomics finally admitted. The entire arena was stunned in wide-eyed silence, whether you're DX, Maria, or each and every single fan in that audience. "Maria, I do have… those certain feelings for you. It's true, kid. I've always wanted to say somethin', but… I knew you had CM, and I was afraid that everything would just flop. I mean, I heard a few of my soldiers say that they've fallen for a friend named Maria before, even though it's not you, and everything just went down the drain for a while, and I guess I didn't want that to happen."
"Ummm… John, I don't know what to say, except that I'm with CM, and…" Maria struggled to say.
"That's exactly why you can't hang around this guy anymore," CM said to Maria, putting an arm around her and pulling her body to his with his face fixated towards Cena. And the fans were booing with a furious passion. Maria and Cena were such a good team, and so many of these fans wanted to see them together, not to mention the Chain Gang soldiers in the audience that hadn't yet converted to hating John Cena and currently feel his pain.
"You're nothing but a thug, Cena. A thug that so desperately wants to hook up with the hot girl that he falls in love with her despite the fact that she's beyond his reach. And you people? You may cheer her on, but deep down, I know each and every one of you wants her gone from the WWE. I've seen comments at forums calling Maria a dumb, ditzy blonde, saying she has no business in professional wrestling. The only reason you all started cheering for her, and even for John Cena, when they finally allied together is because you think they look good together. Someone came up to me one time and said that they see Maria and John Cena hooking up, then joining with 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin and getting involved in a beer bash. Well, she's as Straight Edge as I am, so don't even try it."
"Whoa now! You can't insult the fans! It's the fans that brought back D-Generation X!" Michaels quickly cut in, regenerating the huge pop.
"It's also the fans that say Maria's worthless behind her back unless she competes in sexy outfit challenges. Whenever she screws up in an interview, or makes a dumb joke, I end up running into someone who watches her screw up and wants her gone," CM explained, boos coming right back at him. "Now, John, you may not notice this because you see her with that happy smile on her face and you always manage to bounce through all your problems even despite having some haters in the audience, but in case you're blind, Maria's smile isn't perpetual. She faces haters too, and they're too scared to show themselves by jeering inside the arena. That's the more upsetting part. People that are scared to show up go on forums and talk about putting her down into Deep South territory, and it puts her down when she's not around her friends, and it makes me sick!"
"Yo, Maria… is this true? The haters are gettin' to ya?"
Maria finally turned around from leaning on Punk's chest and nodded at John Cena, who just asked that question.
"Then why didn't you say somethin'? You know I woulda gladly picked your head up," Cena continued with his questioning.
"Because she's not your girlfriend, she's mine! I'm getting a little pissed off here, let's just go to the back," CM finally decided, giving Maria breathing room as the two stepped through the ropes and off the apron, then made their way up the ramp. The completely jeered Punk and Maria turned around at the stage, CM with a look of serious dislike and Maria with an apologetic look towards John Cena. Cena looked at the whole scene in frozen and emptied realization that in a span of less than 24 hours, his entire world had just come crashing down.
He saw that WWE Heavyweigt Championship custom made spinner belt that he had ordered, not anywhere on his own person, but on the waist of Triple H, with his best friend Shawn Michaels standing right next to him once again; and to make things worse, that name plate on there said "TRIPLE H", not "JOHN CENA". His WWE Championship, the one thing that he fought to keep every time he went out there, was taken away by D-Generation X just last night. And now, he saw that he was surrounded with only himself. He had admitted his feelings for Maria Kanellis, and here she was… not. His best friend whom he had been in love with, and whom everybody wanted to see him with, was just ripped away from him by her boyfriend, that damn "Straight Edge 24/7" CM Punk. In a show of emotional torment, the thug who always stood strong, tall and proud, left the ring and walked backstage with his face down, his spirit broken apart, and his heart finally torn into pieces just as he feared. After Shawn whispered something in Triple H's ear, the Game yelled out that maybe they should call the title match off and hold it until some other time, but the Doctor of Thuganomics never looked back.
A few minutes later, he was found backstage with his bags packed, and even though no tears ran down any part of him, you could tell he was in the worst of moods. He was almost by his rental car when he was stopped by someone calling his name. He looked back and saw that it was Stacy Keibler. He wanted to ask her what is it, but he was in no mood to talk, so the two just looked at each other until she finally shared some words with him.
"Look, John, I haven't been here for such a long time, and I just came back, and then to hear about this heartbreak and… it felt kind of like how I felt at first when I found out I was cut out of 'Dancing With the Stars', because I seriously thought Tony and I were going to win and… well, I just want to say that I'm sorry about what just happened back there."
"Okay," he finally said. "Thanks, Stace. You're good. But right now, I gotta go. I'll be back next week, hopefully in a better mood than this."
"Right. Bye," she said, softly waving her right hand. He simply gave her a thumbs up, then finally unlocked the door to his rental car, got in, and rode off into the night. Stacy looked at him and also felt how sad he was, as indicated by her putting two hands on her chest. Meanwhile, to Vince McMahon's office.
"Well, if it isn't D-Generation X!" Vince yelled out, as he was met with Triple H and Shawn Michaels.
"Yeah, it's us. We just wanted to tell you that about that WWE Championship match between Trips and Cena tonight, it's not gonna be a good idea if you book that match," Shawn advised the boss.
"What!? Why!?" the Chairman of the Board asked furiously.
"Because John Cena just got heartbroken live on national television in front of millions of people, and booking this match would not be fair because I'd have a squash match. I want him at his best so that I can kick his ass and prove to the world that I deserve to be the WWE Champion," Trips said. "Besides, I got a good mind that he probably just left the arena altogether already."
"How can I be sure you're not lying to get out of this? How do we know this didn't just fuel him up so that he comes out and beats the living hell out of you to the point of getting disqualified? How do we know you're not just trying to save your own blood." Vince questioned, before Todd Grisham came into the open door of McMahon's office saying "Mr. McMahon, we've just gotten word that John Cena has left the arena."
"Okay, then. You two have the night off. How's that?" Vince said in finally succumbing to the requests of his enemies, knowing that defying them would be pointless.
a/n: Alright, I know I got a lot of explaining to do around here. One moment I'm writing a wrestling story that has nothing to do with love, and I get so pissed off about a review problem that ensues that I go on rants about how Orton/Cena-involved love stories are so overdone that they've shitloaded the space and attention span of the site, the next I find inspiration from one to create a story with both elements with pretty much all the same top three characters. Sooo, I gots to explain exactly what's up, right?
Well, okay. Here's my answer: 1) just because I believe they've overloaded the site and taken all the attention doesn't mean I hate these love stories. In fact, any story, with the right characters and the right plot, has proven to have the ability to attract anyone, including - among others - me. 2) this is not so much different from Captain R's work, or than my own, for that matter, that I deserve to be labeled a Benedict Arnold to my own point of view. 3) keep checking this out, and you'll see where I'm going with this. 4) I'm kind of on writer's block about the Evolution story, and I'm hoping that setting the table for the super plot of this story will kinda… get me off the snide a lil bit. In the words of the world famous "Outlaw" Kip James: "Get it? Got it? Good." Peace, peeps.
-P. Dizzle tha Prime Legend Champion, signing out.