Kill Me

Justin Gabriel had just been told by the CEO of the WWE that he wasn't going to get the title shot against his boyfriend John Cena. They wanted him to be the new face of the company. Justin had wanted something bigger than just being a jobber and attempting title shots for the other belts. "Why, why must they do this to me?" He asked himself as he sat in the locker room, still dressed for if they needed him.

Just as the show was about to end, John walked in with the title hanging over his shoulder. "Hey there love, ready for a nice night back at our hotel room?" John asked as he looked down at the younger man, seeing that something was on his mind, but decided not to ask about it.

Justin looked up at the older man, running his hand through his hair. How could he not see that he wasn't even ready yet? He hasn't changed into his street clothes yet. "I'm not ready yet, can't you give me some time?" Justin asked as he looked away from the other man.

"Hey now, what's wrong with you?" John asked, sensing that the other males temper was about to boil over. "I was just asking."

Rolling his eyes, "I'll be ready in just a minute." He began changing now that he wasn't being used in a match that night. Sighing a bit, he waited for his boyfriend to leave the locker room. Once he did, Justin ran a hand through his dark hair. "Why can't I be like him?"

After getting dressed, Justin grabbed his bag and headed out to the parking lot where everyone was heading back to the hotel. As he was doing this, he overheard some people talking about how they wish the champ was dead. He took no major thought into it at the moment, just thinking about why they would think that.

Back at the hotel, Justin went into his room and laid on the bed. He was supposed to have a romantic dinner with his boyfriend, but he didn't want to move. Things were going south between the two as a couple, Justin didn't know how long he could hold onto this.

Seeing his boyfriend laying down in the bed next to him, his mind went back to the group of people that kept wishing John was dead. Those words kept repeating in his mind, "Wish John was dead, wish John was dead." Justin got up from the bed and pulled his boyfriend into a deep kiss, pushing him against the wall that had a window and shades. Justin grabbed the pull string and wrapped it around his hand. He managed to slip it around his neck, pushing him up against the wall, he pulled the pull string hard so it would choke John as he hung from the pull string.

John stood there flailing around; trying to get it off or get Justin to back away, but Justin was holding it in place so it would take the life from him.