Dark Secrets

Chapter 1 – Punishment

A/N: Well, here I am again. I managed to finish editing another story and have been able to focus on my own.

As was asked of by those who answered my questions at the end of Dark Saviour, I am bringing you the sequel to said story. I decided that I could not say good-bye to the characters for Dark Saviour. You will see the return of all the WWE superstars as well as the return of Bob and Fred. Cannot forget Bob and Fred. I hope everyone enjoys my creation.

I look forward to any and all reviews. Happy reading.

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Cena struggled in vain as he was dragged roughly down a hallway at the hotel the WWE Superstars were recently calling home. Although he knew that his chance for escape was slim, it wasn't in him to make things easy. After all, it wasn't fun if there was no challenge.

"But then again, I'm on the receiving end this time. I don't think fun is on their mind." Cena thought to himself as he glanced at the people surrounding him. Although it was an impressive group he had to admit.

What had started out as an all-round beating by every single member of the WWE roster, minus himself and Layfield of course, had dwindled down to the six men around him now. Shawn Michaels and Rey Mysterio led the way while Kane and Hunter dragged him behind them, leaving Edge and Christian to bring up the rear. Though the group had received many strange glances from those they passed, none had come to intervene on his behalf, nor had any called the police to do it for them. Kane alone kept the entire trip quiet. He was just that formidable.

Finally, the group arrived at the hotel room they were heading for. Kane passed the door key to Shawn so that the smaller man could open the door. Once inside the hotel room, Kane and Hunter threw Cena to the ground where he remained in a crumpled heap.

"Now what?" Shawn asked as he stifled a yawn.

"I think it's bed time." Rey yawned as he stretched out his back.

"What? You guys want to leave the party early?" Hunter asked in shock. "There is still so much we can do."

Shawn shook his head. "I know that the guy is a pothole, but I think he's had enough."

"For the shit he's pulled, this is only the beginning." Kane growled.

"I know that. But I'm getting tired." Shawn sighed. "These old bones ain't what the used be."

Hunter rolled his eyes. "When did the great Shawn Michaels become a wimp?"

"I'm not a wimp." Shawn retorted. "But if you haven't noticed, we've been at this for . . ." He paused to look at his watch. "For just over an hour, plus Jeff and Mark beat on him for almost another hour."

"And?" Edge looked at Shawn expectantly.

"And now we are both tired." Rey replied, answering for Shawn. "So, you guys can continue the punishments while Shawn and I hit the hay."

"Party poopers." Edge muttered.

"They're not the only ones." Christian added.

"Not you too." Edge groaned.

Christian nodded. "Afraid so. I don't know about you, but that ladder match tonight just about did me in."

"You are all just a bunch on babies." Kane said, shaking his head.

"Well, look at it this way, between the Big Red Machine, the Cerebral Assassin, and the Rated R Superstar, there is more then enough brutality between the three of you to make sure that the pothole never forgets this night."

"He does have a point." Hunter nodded.

"Exactly." Shawn smiled sleepily.

"So, now we are off to bed." Rey replied as he took hold of Shawn's arm and led the other man out of the room, Christian following them.

Once the trio had left, the remaining trio sat around the fallen Superstar and began to plot out their next course of action.

"We could beat him up some more." Hunter suggested.

"Nah." Edge said. "We should really embarrass him."

"We could get the Diva's to beat him up." Hunter rectified.

"No." Kane answered. "They already did that. If he was planning on having any children . . ." He shuddered.

"Then what do you guys suggest?"

"How about I just crawl to my bed now?" Cena croaked from the floor.

"Shut it." Kane snapped as he kicked at Cena's ribs. "You don't have the permission to speak."

"Let's write 'dumbass' on his forehead in permanent marker." Edge smiled mischievously.

"Why 'dumbass'?" Hunter asked.

Edge shrugged. "Doesn't have to be 'dumbass'. It could be anything."

"That would be a good place to start." Kane admitted.

"So, what word should we write?" Hunter asked. "And where would we find a permanent marker?"

"Right." Edge muttered. "I forgot about that."

"Does anyone have a marker?" Kane asked as he looked at his companions.

"Does it look like I carry a purse?" Hunter retorted as he held his arms up for inspection.

Kane shrugged. "I never know with you people."

"You people?" Hunter questioned, one brow raised up in confusion.

"Yes, you people." Kane retorted. "You know, the guys who sleep around with other guys."

"I'll have you know that I am happily married." Hunter snapped.

Kane shook his head. "That's not what I've been hearing."

"What have you been hearing?" Hunter asked.

"Really? You're asking about what he's heard?" Edge asked in disbelief. "You do remember Shawn, right?"

"What about Shawn?"

Edge shook his head. "Never mind."

"What?"

"I think you hurt his feelings." Kane chuckled.

"How?"

"I said never mind." Edge snapped. "Does anyone know where we can get a permanent marker at this hour?"

"I'm sure Jeff has some, but I don't know if we want to go there." Kane said thoughtfully.

"Why not?" Hunter asked.

"Something tells me that he's busy tonight." Kane smirked. "Do you think that the front desk would have any?"

"Don't know." Edge replied. "But I'm about to find out." He smiled as he ran to the phone and called the front desk.

While Edge called the desk, Hunter and Kane stood to one side and talked about the matches that night. Cena took the opportunity to get up off the floor and made a run for the door.

"Tackle him!" Edge shouted suddenly, still holding the phone.

"I'm on him." Kane replied as he stretched out his arm to get a grip around Cena's waist. In one swift move, Kane had knocked Cena off his feet and onto the floor before dropping down and literally sat on him.

"That's one way to do it." Hunter laughed.

Edge fought the urge to laugh as he assured the front desk that everything was fine and under control.

"Get off of me!" Cena yelled as he squirmed under the weight of the Big Red Machine.

"Shut up." Kane snapped. "And quit moving before I knock you out."

At that, Cena shut his mouth and squirmed a little less. He didn't like the idea of being knocked out. He would rather know what the men were planning to do with him rather than trying to figure it out afterward.

Edge hung up the phone a few minutes later, shaking his head in disappointment. "They don't have any markers at the front desk. They only have pens."

"That won't do." Hunter muttered. "Someone around here must have a marker."

"Punk might have some." Kane said absentmindedly

"What?" Hunter and Edge asked.

"Punk. He might have something."

"It's worth a try." Edge nodded in agreement.

"What made you think of him?" Hunter asked.

Kane shrugged. "When I was working with ECW I roomed with him. He usually had some markers on him so that he could decorate his wrist tape. You know, to draw the big X on his hand."

"So he most likely has something." Edge smiled. "Do you know what room he's in tonight?"

"Next door ironically enough." Kane replied.

"I'll go check." Edge said as he ran out of the room.

Not sure what else to do, Kane and Hunter started to look about the room, the silence beginning to become uncomfortable. After what felt like hours, Edge ran back into the room, a huge smile on his face as he showed them the large, black marker in his hand.

"If you don't ask where it came from, Punk had something else for us to use on the pothole if we wanted." Edge said simply.

"I'm afraid to ask what it is." Hunter replied.

"You should be." Edge replied. "But it does give me an idea for what would really, really, embarrass the pothole."

"What is it?" Kane asked eagerly.

"Well, first we're going to write on Pothole's forehead." Edge said as he walked to the man that Kane was still sitting on.

As Cena moved his head around in an attempt to stop Edge from writing on him, Kane shifted his position and with the help of Hunter, held his head in place. Edge smiled and nodded at them in thanks before he began to write the two words on Cena's forehead.

"I'm glad you have short hair." Edge said as his eyes met with Cena's. "It saves me having to shave off your hair.

"Lucky me." Cena replied sarcastically.

"Of course you're lucky." Edge smiled. "I'm sure Glen wouldn't be gentle with you."

"You kidding me?" Kane snorted. "The only way to properly do something like that is to leave a permanent mark."

"See." Edge said as he motioned toward Kane.

"So, what did you write?" Hunter asked, deciding it was time to change the topic.

"Look for yourself." Edge replied.

Hunter moved to stand in front of Cena and looked almost disbelievingly at the words. "Why would you write that?"

"What is it? I can't see." Kane said as he looked between the other two superstars.

"It doesn't make sense." Hunter shook his head.

"You'll understand when you see what Punk gave me." Edge retorted as he moved to the bag on the floor.

Kane and Hunter watched in interest as Edge reached into the bag and pulled out a . . .

"You've got to be kidding me." Hunter laughed.

"Where the hell did he get that?" Kane asked.

"Told you not to ask that question." Edge replied as he held the bright, hot pink, tutu in his hand.

"What are we going to do with that?" Hunter asked, still not able to see the logic in this plan.

"Well." Edge smiled mischievously. "He also gave us directions to a gay biker bar down the road."

Kane burst out laughing. "That guy is a genius."

"What?" Hunter asked as he looked between Edge and Kane.

"Let's get this pothole dressed up and take him out tonight." Kane said as he got up off of Cena. "Time to go party."

….

Cena stumbled into his hotel room, his body feeling like it had been run over, repeatedly, by several large trucks.

Or maybe tanks. Yeah, tanks sounds more logical. Cena thought to himself as he dragged himself into the bathroom.

As he leaned against the sink, Cena dreaded looking up into the mirror. He still didn't know exactly what had been written on his forehead, but he had a good idea of what it was. Taking a deep breath, Cena closed his eyes as he brought his head up before he opened his eyes to look at the words.

'Fresh Meat'

"But of course." Cena smiled slightly, the humour of those words was not lost on him. His antagonists would have had a kick out of writing those two words on his forehead, dressing him up in a pink tutu and throwing him at the mercy of a group of big and angry gay bikers. He only wondered how long they had stayed there to watch him as he was surrounded. Cena shuddered involuntarily at the reminder.

Shaking his head, Cena stripped off his clothes, the tutu long gone, and stepped into the shower. He just stood under the spray of the water, letting the heat sink into his sure muscles and joints. If it wasn't bad enough that he had to face the wrath of the Deadman and Rainbow-Haired Warrior, as well as, feel the sting of betrayal at the hands of Batista, hours before being ambushed by almost the entire roaster of the WWE, he then had to live through that. Cena sighed again. Batista. The one person he had thought that would never fail him had failed him horribly.

Apparently I didn't tighten his leash enough. Cena thought bitterly. And who knows what has happened to Layfield. Most likely received a similar fate as myself. Though, maybe not as bad.

Cena shook his head as he turned off the water. As he stepped out of the bathroom, still lost in his thoughts, the sound of laughter broke through to him. Looking up, Cena moved closer to the door to listen in on the conversation.

"So what do you think about taking a week or two off at the end of the month?" Undertaker was asking.

"I think that sounds great." Jeff replied. "I think that we deserve a break."

Taker chuckled. "You sure? I would think that you would want to take advantage of this high. Maybe go for a title run?"

"I don't think so." Jeff answered simply.

"Why not?"

"Hmm." Jeff paused as if in thought. "Because I can think of better things to do."

"Like what?"

"Hey! Will you two hurry up! We want to leave." Shawn yelled from somewhere down the hall.

"Coming." Jeff yelled back. "I'll tell you about it later."

Cena didn't get to hear any more as the two superstars moved to catch up with Shawn, and his guess, Rey. He leaned against the wall as his anger built. If it hadn't been for Shawn and Rey meddling in his plans, everything would have been going as he had envisioned. Jeff would still be under his thumb and he would be still working away at the Phenom's resolve. In a matter of weeks, he would have had the Deadman eating out of his hand, literally.

"But they had to interfere. They had to get in the middle of everything and bring them together; give them their faerie tale ending." Cena muttered bitterly. "Well, I can't have that. No, I can't have that."

Cena walked over to the night table and picked up his phone. No, he wasn't about to let the two of them have their happily ever after. He would have to just be very careful in how he did it. He would have to work in the shadows, keep his motives secret.

But how? Cena looked at the phone he held in his hand. "I need a new puppet."