Title: Bad To Worse
Characters/Parings: John/Mickie; Melina/Nathan Morris; Lita/Triple H; Randy/Gail Kim; Maryse/Cody Rhodes; Jillian/Mr. Kennedy; John Bradshaw Layfield, more later on.
Rating: Strong R
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Can't sue me. You know the deal.
Setting/Classification: Wrestling/AU
Spoilers/Notes: Set in summer 2008, during the little John/Mickie storyline. Randy's divorced, Gail and Maryse moved to RAW, Lita returned to the company.
Summary: Mickie James's world has just turned upside down. JBL bought her contract. Now she legally belongs to him. Just when she thought there's no way out for her, John Cena comes to her rescue.
Author's note: So, this is my second time using John/Mickie in my story, but this is the first time I'm using them as the main characters. This idea has been running through my head for quite some time and I have to warn you, it's gonna be pretty graphic, so you're being warned ahead of time. And, keep in mind, it's gonna be a while before I get John and Mickie together.
Enjoy and happy reading!
Lots of love, hugs and kisses from your resident writer and friend, Nina!
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Monday Night RAW
Women's locker room
Baltimore, Maryland
July 12, 2008
Current 4 time women's champion Mickie James couldn't believe it. Her world was just shattered in just ten minutes. Sitting at ringside, doing commentary with JR and the King, she couldn't comprehend what just went down in the ring. In one corner, you have self made millionaire and resident loudmouth John Bradshaw Layfield taking on one of her best male friends John Cena. After a hard fought and grueling match, Cena ended up victorious, but the aftermath of the match would change her life forever.
JBL announced to the world that he had bought Mickie's contract because even he knew that there was something going on between John and Mickie so he brought her contract, which means she's now his property. She sat at the announcer's table, her mouth hanging wide open in shock and disbelief and she could feel hot tears forming in her brown eyes. How did the self made millionaire ended up with her contract in the first place?!
It didn't matter, though. She belongs to him and there's nothing she can do about it now. And, if JBL has his way, he won't be letting her go anytime soon. He'll probably kill her first before he'd ever let her go.
So, now sitting in her locker room, the Richmond, Virginia native was laying on the floor, crying her eyes out. She'll take anything other than being JBL's slave any day of the week. After her meeting with Vince McMahon, who sadly informed her that she can't out of her predicament unless there's a loophole, she can come up with enough money to gain control of the contract herself or someone who's willing to fight for her, she has no other alternative. She wondered what she's gonna do now?
"Mickie, are you in there?!" JBL barked, banging on the door.
Sighing deeply, she got up from the floor and went to the door, opening it up and letting him in a moment later.
"Whatever it is, I'm not in the mood, so please leave me alone," she mumbled angrily as she turned to walk away. But, he grabbed her by her arm and yanked her back towards him.
"Now, you listen to me and listen to me very well, you little tart! You belong to me! You'll do what I want, when I want and how I want! If you disobey me, there'll be some serious consequences! Do I make myself clear?!" he hissed right in her face.
All Mickie could do is nod her head as he released her. As she was about to gather her things, he grabbed her once again and yanked her back towards him. With a sickening smile on his face, he slanted his mouth on hers ruthlessly, shoving his tongue in her mouth. She tried so hard not to gag. Having his lips on hers made her sick to her stomach. She wanted to kick him where it really hurts, but doing that would only piss him off more and he has the tendency to get rough with a woman, no matter if she's trained to be a wrestler or not.
"This is gonna be so much fun," he sneered as he pulled himself away from her. He finally released her and left her alone, closing the door behind her.
Mickie collapsed on the floor and sobbed hysterically.
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Holiday Inn
Baltimore, Maryland
July 12, 2008
Unpacking her things and wondering what she's gonna do, Mickie sat on the bed and ran her fingers through her long auburn brown hair. Still trying to comprehend what happened tonight, she still hope there's a way out of this. She's planning on going to the Board of Directors tomorrow and see if there's a chance she could get out of her forced arrangement with JBL. Until then, she's stuck in a terrible rut.
After unpacking her things, she felt tired and wanted to sleep. Her best friend Melina called earlier and invited her to go to the club with some of their friends, but the brunette politely turned the paparazzi princess down; telling her that she was tired and wanted to get some sleep so she can go home tomorrow. She wanted to be there as soon as possible.
However, a knock on her door interrupted her plans of getting some sleep. Huffing, she went to the door and opened it and, not surprisingly, JBL stood in the hallway with a grin on his face.
"What do you want?!" Mickie asked, looking annoyed.
He smirked. "Now, is that anyway to talk to your employer, Mickie?"
"Look, I'm gonna ask you this one more time; what do you want?!" she snapped.
He grabbed both of her arms and yanked her towards him. Fear rose within her.
"You wanna lower your tone and show me some respect, now?! Or I can make sure you don't get a job with someone else. Just fucking try me, Ms. James! I can be convincing!" he warned, glaring at her.
"I rather be unemployed than to take orders from a loudmouth asshole like you!" she bit back.
He raised his hand up and slapped her hard across her face. She stumbled back and held her face in her hands. The last person who hit her was her former fiancé, Ken Doane. There's no way she's gonna let it happen again.
"I suggest you show me some respect and if I ever hear you say that again, you won't live to see your kids graduate from high school! I mean it, bitch!" Bradshaw snapped.
"And I rather be dead than to be your slave! I'll quit if I have to! I don't wanna be your fucking slave!" Mickie snapped back.
Bradshaw's eyes were widen in shock and anger. He grabbed both of her arms and yanked her towards him.
"You say that to me one more time, I'll kill you myself! And I'll make it look like you committed suicide. I'll make sure no one misses you; not your friends, not your family and definitely that pretty boy best friend of yours, John Cena. Just fucking try me, Mickie James! I will make good on my words!" he hissed right in her face.
She couldn't believe it. She looked into his eyes and saw a man ready to kill. And the worst thing about it is she believes everything that came out of his mouth. Bradshaw has the money, the power, the means and the motive to see his plans through.
She was really screwed now.
"All right, I'm sorry," she mumbled softly. She could feel more tears forming in her eyes.
"That's better. Now, kiss me. And you better mean it, too," he said sharply.
Swallowing sharply, she wrapped her hand around his neck and brought him down for a bruising kiss. She once again wanted to gag when he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth, but what can she do? Pull away? Piss him off even more? She had to do this because he owns her. He has her contract. He can do whatever he wants with her.
Unbeknownst to them, John Cena was heading towards his hotel room when he saw the most sickening sight known to man. He had to witness one of his best female friends making out with John 'Bradshaw' Layfield. He felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to go over there and put a stop to it, but he knew what the repercussions were gonna be. He's been arrested twice thanks to that clown and as much as he wanted to help Mickie right now, he doesn't stand a chance. Bradshaw could easily get him fired.
He looked up and was surprised to see Mickie looking at him with fear etched on her face. She was silently pleading with him to help her out of this miss, but she knew it wasn't gonna happen. She's now in a terrible predicament that she can't get out of.
JBL finally pulled away from her. He had a sickening smile on his face as he looked at her. He was proud of what he did.
"Believe me, I would love to do more, but I'm gonna let you get your beauty sleep. Now, I expect you to be here first thing tomorrow morning to greet me. And, I expect you to be dressed and raring to go," he warned as he kissed her one more time, turned on his heel and walked away.
She stepped inside and slowly closed the door behind her. She slid down on the floor and buried her face in her hands. Just what Bradshaw's intentions on getting her contract are? Why is he doing this? Is it because he tried to ask her out a couple of years ago and she turned him down because she was engaged to Kenny? Is it because he found out that she has feelings for John Cena and so he brought her contract to keep them apart? Whatever it was, she'll never figure out what JBL's true intentions are.
Getting up, Mickie headed for bed. Still sobbing, she laid down on the firm mattress and pulled the covers over her shaking body. With nothing else to do, she cried herself to sleep.
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Holiday Inn
Baltimore, Maryland
July 13, 2008
Fully dressed and looking at least decent for today, Mickie began packing her things. She was on her way home for a couple of days before heading out for a house show this weekend. As she was finishing up, she heard a knock on the door.
Sighing deeply and running her fingers through her long auburn hair, she opened the door and, not surprisingly, JBL stood outside, wearing a sick smile on his face.
"Very good, Mickie. You did what I told you to do. So, are you ready yet?" he asked, looking at her.
She just shook her head. "I just need to finish packing."
"Why don't I help you?" he suggested, which she knew it wasn't a suggestion. They both stepped inside, not before JBL placed a 'do not disturb' sign on the door.
Mickie went back to finish packing, only to feel a pair of arms being wrapped around her waist. She didn't resist or pull away because she knew what the consequences was gonna be if she did. Instead, she just stood there.
"You're beautiful, Mickie. Too bad we have to leave. I know you have to go home," he whispered in her ear. She shivered because she knew what he wanted and just because he's married doesn't mean he's not going after what he wants.
"Listen, Bradshaw, you know I can't sleep with you because you're married. I'm not gonna be the other woman regardless if I like it or not," she firmly told him.
He grabbed her more tightly, which caused her to wince in pain. She knew she shouldn't have said something.
"I don't care what you think. One of the conditions of owning your contract is that I can do whatever I want with you!" he snapped.
"Let it go. Let me have something out of this. I won't sleep with you," she told him as she grabbed her bags and stormed out of the hotel room.
He just stood there and smirked. Oh, he's gonna get through to her one way or another. It's only a matter of time...
Coming up in the next chapter: JBL gets violent with Mickie after hearing that she went to the Board of Directors and convinced them to call the whole thing off. Stay tuned!
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