Straight Edge Mayhem
Chapter 1: Catching Up
A/N: This little plot bunny came to me a few days ago. As much as I tried to resist it (I have so many other stories in the works), the bunny wouldn't stop biting me. So, I've decided to put it up and see where it goes. I'm actually excited to introduce another original character that I developed specifically for this story. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone associated with the WWE. I only own my OC, Preston Quimby. I am making no money off of this and am only doing this for fun.
Summary: CM Punk is dissatisfied with the way things are going in WWE. He brings in a close friend of his, Preston Quimby, to bring about the changes he wants within the company. Will he succeed with his task, or will it all fall flat?
Phil Brooks sighed as he made his way to the airport. He was glad to be going home to Chicago for a break of sorts, even if it was only for a few days. Things in WWE hadn't been going well, and Phil was just getting tired of all of it. Most people thought that his attitude was just a gimmick and that he was happy with WWE, but that was far from the truth. He really wasn't happy with what John Laurinaitis kept doing to him and the other Superstars. When was it all going to end?
When he got on his flight to Chicago, he thought about seeing his family and telling them what was going on. He didn't want to act like he wasn't grateful for the opportunities he'd had in his life, but all of it was starting to take its toll on him. But apart from seeing his family, Phil was also anxious to see a good friend of his, Preston Quimby. Preston had been one of Phil's friends since high school, and though they were completely different in many ways, both of them shared a love of professional wrestling. Preston wanted to be a wrestler, but after graduation, he hadn't been able to achieve that dream. His parents had been against it and had ordered that he go to college instead. Preston had tried college, but it wasn't for him, so he left. Although he wanted to become a wrestler more than anything, his dream had been shoved aside many times for different reasons.
So, while Phil had gone on after college to pursue his wrestling dreams, Preston had been left behind to work odd jobs. Times were tough for him, and it seemed that his dream just wasn't going to become a reality. There were too many obstacles that stood in his way, namely his family and his girlfriend. After his father died of a heart attack, Preston fell into a deep depression, turning to alcohol and drugs to alleviate it. Despite all of this, Preston confided in Phil and talked to him whenever he felt the need to do so. Phil had been understanding and had helped to bail Preston out of jail at least three times when he'd gotten in way over his head. Anyone else would have given up on him, but Phil didn't. Despite his straight edge lifestyle, Phil never judged Preston for what he did either. He knew it was hard for Preston to deal with life and not being able to live his dream.
When his plane landed, Phil got his luggage and headed home first to visit with his family. His parents were happy to see him and kept telling him about everything that had happened while he was gone. They asked him about how he liked his current storyline, and he answered that it was great. They had no idea that what they thought was just a storyline was actually pretty real.
Phil's phone rang, and he hurried to answer it. "Hello?" he asked.
"Hey, Phil, it's Preston," a voice answered. "I heard you were comin' home to visit. I really need to see you, man. There's a lot I wanna tell you."
"No problem," Phil said. "Where do you want to meet up?"
"I don't care," he responded. "How about Giordano's? I gotta taste for one of their stuffed pizzas."
"Sounds good," Phil agreed. "I'll see you in a few." He hung up and told his parents what his plans were.
"I think that'll be a good idea," his mother said. "I've heard Preston's not doing so well lately. Maybe you can cheer him up."
"Yeah, I hope so," Phil replied.
He changed his clothes and headed over to Giordano's Pizza Parlor. He would sometimes go there when he came home because they had such good pizza. He spotted Preston waiting outside. His friend was dressed in jeans and a sweater, but there was something about his demeanor that alarmed Phil.
Preston smiled at his friend. "Hey, Punk, how's it goin'?" he asked giving Phil a hug.
Phil smiled at the nickname. It was Preston who had given him the nickname after they were horsing around one day at Preston's house. Phil had pinned Preston and won the match. Afterwards, Preston had said, "Man, you're a punk, Phil. You're just a punk." From that day on, Phil's nickname had been Punk, and he'd decided to use it as his wrestling name. He'd added CM which stood for Chicago Made so that he'd never forget where he came from.
"Things are going great," he replied. "Well, as good as things can go, I guess."
Preston studied his friend. "You're lyin', Punk," he said. "I've been watchin' WWE, and I know thing's ain't goin' the way you want them to."
Phil knew he couldn't lie to his best friend, so he shrugged. "Yeah, but they could be worse," he said. "What about you, Pres? Mom said you haven't been doing well lately."
Preston sighed. "She's right," he answered. "Ever since Dad died, I've been really feelin' down. I've been tryin' to make ends meet and help Mom out, but it's not enough. She's been thinkin' of movin' to some retirement home because she can't stay in that house no more. I just wish I could do more for her, you know? I owe her that. And on top of that, my girlfriend left me two days ago. She said she didn't want to be around me no more. She said I need to get my head out of the clouds and stop tryin' to pursue a wrestlin' career. I told her I didn't wanna give up my dreams, and she said that if I cared more about that than her, she was gone. So, she left."
Phil let out a low whistle. "Wow," he said softly. "And I thought I had it bad."
Preston laughed. "You ain't seen bad 'til you hang out with me, Punk," he replied. "I'm really glad you're here though. I just thought maybe you could help me get into WWE."
"Do you really want to be a part of that right now?" Phil asked. "I mean, you know what it's like over there now."
Preston nodded. "Hell yeah," he answered. "I think that maybe the two of us can really make those changes you want. I mean, look at me. I could've been a linebacker for the Chicago Bears. I say if that Laurinaitis guy don't want to make the changes you want to the company, then maybe we should unleash some Mayhem on him."
"Mayhem?" Phil repeated. "That's your wrestling name?"
Preston nodded. "Yeah, it is," he said. "You used to always tell me I could cause mayhem wherever I went. You like it?"
"Yeah, it's cool," Phil responded. "I think maybe you and I could start some trouble in the WWE. I'll see what I can do, Pres. I'd love to have you there, though. I think it would help both of us in the long run."
"Yeah, you're right," Preston agreed. "It'll be great to hang out with you again, man. I've missed you. I'll send you a tape of my latest match. Usually on my days off from work, I'd go do some independent wrestling. I just hope it pays off."
"Me, too," Phil said. "All we can do is hope for the best."
After that, the talk shifted to other subjects, such as the Bears' losing streak and how horrible they were. Phil was happy that despite everything that had happened in Preston's life, he was trying to bounce back from it. When they ordered drinks, Preston ordered a Pepsi instead of having a beer. He really had changed, and Phil was grateful for that. The Straight Edge Superstar hoped that he could change Preston's life even more than he had before. His friend needed this more than anyone, and Phil was determined to make sure it happened for him. He didn't care what it took to make sure Preston's dream was realized. All that mattered was that Preston got the chance he'd been dreaming about since he first began to watch wrestling.
Phil said goodbye to his friend and promised to hang out with him the next day. As he made his way back to his house, Phil thought about how things had changed for him and Preston. Phil had been able to live his dream, while Preston was still trying to get there. Phil was afraid of what would happen if Preston's dream didn't come true. Would he go back to his old ways? Would he give up entirely on life? No, he didn't believe that, not as long as Phil was there to pull him back up. He could tell that even though Preston had been through a lot in his life, he was determined to live out his dream and make the changes necessary for that to happen. That made Phil proud of his friend, and he knew that he'd be there every step of the way to support Preston. That was what friends did for each other, right? After all, Preston had supported Phil's career and had even given him the basis for his own wrestling name. Now it was time for Phil Brooks to return the favor to Preston Quimby.
A/N: Yeah, that might not be the best ending, but that's the best I can do for now. So, what do you think of Preston? I know I haven't given a full description of him yet, but you'll see that in the next chapter. Feel free to leave a review after you've finished reading. Have a shelltastic day.