Warning : English is only my second language (I speak French), so if you see mistakes, or if there are parts you really don't understand… Just tell me :-)
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BEFORE THE NEXUS
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The door of one of the rooms opened and the NXT rookies in the corridor of the dorm section turned their gazes towards the newcomer, a youth with disheveled ginger hair and an almost girly face, still in his PJs, with the small eyes of someone who's just been awakened.
"What's happening? What's all this yelling? Do you know what time is it?"
"Go back to sleep, Heath", a tall dark-haired man spoke with a heavy northern England accent. "I was just getting an argument with the bastard."
"The bastard? Which one?", Heath frowned, looking at the three men in front of his British roommate. He then noticed that one of them – an arrogant guy named Dave, or David - was soaked, while his roommate was holding an empty glass in his hand.
"That bastard?", he asked almost quietly, before seizing one of the nearby benches and smashing it full force on David. Everybody was thunderstruck: Heath was usually the soft one of the group.
"Sorry", the ginger replied to their silent question before walking back to his room. "When I don't have my 8 hours of sleep, I tend to be on edge".
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"Oy, Fella!".
John Cena cringed when he heard the loud voice and strong accent of the arrogant human jar mayonnaise as he regularly called him. He slowly turned to face the ghostly skinned wrestler with offensive red hair. His eyes were almost spontaneously crying at the result in front of him.
"What do you want, Sheamus…?", John was already exhausted. He had just been forced to listen for 45 minutes to Batista's constant rambling about the revenge WWE title match he deserved. He knew their discussion had probably be heard through walls. The last thing he needed was the Irishman to add his two cents.
"Do you remember those rookies we accepted a few weeks ago for the reality TV show, the NXT experiment?".
Cena blinked, happily surprised by the new topic. It took him a few seconds to gather his thoughts. "You mean, what Chris Jericho is always talking about when he speaks about his protégé? Dwayne Barrah, something like that?". He paused, remembering a detail about his interlocutor. "The same experiment Chris Jericho always whines about when he speaks about that fellow you insisted for WWE to hire, claiming they had to respect the "ginger quota", while the kid had failed the psychology test due to a… zombie obsession?".
Sheamus smiled at that memory. "That experiment, yes".
"So what?", Cena asked, his patience running thin. Sheamus became deadly serious again.
"From inside words I've heard", the ginger started, "we might wanna take a close look to those kids. It seems they could be up to something".
Cena thought for a few seconds, then: "I heard they indeed have some talent… But they could never be a match against us, especially due to their lack of experience."
"What if they unite?"
"Why would they?", Cena asked. "From what I've heard, they jump at each others' throats if left unsupervised in the same room for 2 minutes."
"I heard that too", Sheamus nodded. "But if one day, one of them manages to take the lead and organize them, we might end up into some serious trouble. I guarantee you."
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Cena had agreed to follow Sheamus to the NXT building and make a direct observation. If the Irishman's doubts were to be confirmed, Cena would take quick actions with WWE management. They were both with civilian clothes, and caps, carrying materials like any technician would, in order to go by unnoticed, until they spotted the rookies having a discussion, 30 feet from a soda machine. Cena and Sheamus stopped by the machine, took soda cans, and pretended to have a drink while discretely observing the group, wondering which one of them would win the experiment, and join them in WWE afterwards. And which one could be an eventual rebellion leader. So far, rumors were true: there seemed to be some serious tension amongst them.
"If you're so much better than us, Daniel, why don't you win a match for a change?". The tallest of the group spoke. From the accent, Cena guessed he was Jericho's protégé.
"And you", the smallest of their group – Daniel, so – retorted. "If you're so proud of your appearance, why do you keep dying your hair in black?"
"Wha'?!", the Brit almost choke. "This is my true color!"
"Sure, and what about the black henna drops falling in your neck?"
"Wade, you... You dye your hair?", a man who looked like a black version of John Cena - with too much tinsels in his clothing - spoke, frowning his nose in disgust. Everybody in the group turned to Wade whose ears started turning into a bright red while he was frowning like mad.
"Fuck you all!", the Brit exploded. "So what? If anything, Heath might be doing it too, heh? Maybe he's blond, but is fan of Sheamus and doesn't want to admit it openly".
Cena smirked at the Irishman.
"That's it!", the ginger rookie growled. "I never heard such amount of BULLSHIT in one sentence".
"Stay calm, Heath", a skinny tanned model put his hand on the ginger's shoulder before continuing with a foreign accent. "He's just trying to provoke you".
"And by the way", another rookie spoke, one with dark skin and curly black hair, "one would be completely stupid to dye his hair ginger, and hoping to still please the crowd".
"But the people LOVE ME!", Heath protested vehemently. "I'm not like you, Otunga, I don't need to kiss asses and constantly remind everyone I come from Hollywood!".
Cena shook his head and walked away, quickly followed by Sheamus.
"Seriously… You've seen it yourself", the American spoke once they left the building. "They'll never be a threat. We shouldn't worry about these NXT rookies."
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TO BE CONTINUED
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See now how a misjudgment lead to the chaos we've seen in from Summer to Winter 2010? ;-)
