Barrett's eyes were half closed at this point, but even then he could see the blur that was Cena, smiling right at him. Suddenly, the pressure on one of his wrists ceased, before John cracked him in the face again. This time, he hit his already damaged nose. Gor Blimey, is it broken again?

Barrett was pretty certain that it was. He tasted blood, then he realized it was trickling down from his nose, into his mouth. What was this? The fourth time? Fifth? Sixth? He's lost count by now. Wade's vision went black for a moment, he was only semi-conscious. Once he was able to shake off the feeling and come back into reality, he realized he was no longer wearing his t-shirt. His eyes opened wider to see it hanging off of the worn bench he had been peacefully sitting on not too long ago. His wrists, he realized, were not being held by Cena's hands, but were bound by the Nexus armband he had been sporting moments earlier.

Wait.. Perhaps it hadn't even been 'moments,' perhaps it had been hours...
Wade couldn't tell.

John was no longer in front of him. Where the bloody hell is he? Wade shook his head, trying to snap himself out of the tired haze he was in, before trying to stand up. His balance was atrocious, as he was still dazed, it also didn't help that his hands were tied behind his back. Wade reinforced himself up against the lockers for support. All was well until Cena came out of hiding. He had been waiting in the dark corner, hidden by the lockers and storage compartements. Wade knew he had been hiding ther solely for the purpose of being able to jump out at him again. With that thought, Cena pushed the taller man down with all of his force, letting a grunt of rage escape his lips while doing so.

Barrett lost all balance and crashed to the floor, his head almost whiplashing against the ground with the startled and sudden shove. Wade's back arched slightly upward as he let out a pained groan upon smacking onto the floor. His wrists remained bound behind him, which prevented the possibility of break-falling.

Cena walked over to Barrett's defenceless figure laying on the hard locker-room floor and stood over him for a moment. He proceeded to sit down on Wade's stomach, knees to the ground. He arched over Barrett, put his left arm next to his head, and used his right hand to grab the Brit's usually perfectly slicked hair. Now it was ruffled, there were straying strands heading in every direction. The usually perfect curl was slumped down over his forehead. John loved seeing him look so imperfect.

The Englishman clenched his teeth in pain and squeezed his eyes shut as his head was pulled back by Cena's tugging at his hair. In a desperate move to escape, all he could do was use his legs. Wade kicked and flailed but Cena firmly stayed put.
"Now Mr. Barrett. I suggest you calm yourself or this'll be much worse."
There was that smile again...
"Oh fuck you, Cena." Wade spat at him.

The former WWE Champ used his free hand to reach down and grab the waistline of Barrett's tights. At that, Barrett's eyes immediately opened, becoming evidently panicked. Cena slowly began pulling donwards when Barrett's leg's began flailing once again in attempt to terminate his maneuver.

"Whot tha fuck do yuh think yoh doing?" The Brit called out loudly, his voice drenched in fear. "Please-Please whotevah yohr thinking, just please stop!"

Cena decided that he didn't want any more talking. He removed his hand from Barrett's hair and put it over his mouth to shut him up for a moment while he thought. He looked around the locker room, looking for something useful before spotting more of the Nexus armbands hanging off a hook in one of the locker compartements.

Ooh, Perfect.

Cena stood up and left Barrett on the floor only long enough to quickly snatch up another one of the Nexus armbands.
"See, now this is what happens when you talk." John leaned over him once again, lifting his head up with one hand, and stretching the armband with the other. Wade let out another pained moan as Cena managed to pull the band down over the rookie's head, right down to his mouth, using it to stifle the Brit's words. He looked down on him smiling while he tried to curse, swear and yell. "Gee that looks much better on you. Oh wait a second.."
Cena put a hand on the band and twisted it around, bringing the Nexus logo to the front and center.
"Now it's perfect."

John was pleased with his affective muzzling of the cocky british rookie, but he had to admit, hearing his foe pleading with him, the leader of the ruthless faction that was the Nexus, so afraid, it was... stimulating.

Wade continued to struggle, and continued trying to talk. It was obviously a lost cause. John had him right where he wanted. He sat on the rookie's knees where he had easy access to his tights, without having to worry about getting kneed in the back. He slowly and menacingly looked at Wade with a smile while simultaneously grabbing the waistline of his tights. He slowly pulled them down, not taking his eyes off the rookie's, which were evidently in fear. He jumped off of his knees to pull them completely off. John decided to leave his wrestling boots on him, they had a certain appeal, plus it was just more unnecessary work for him. By this point, Wade didn't even kick at Cena once he stood up over his legs, as he seemed to recognize it was a lost cause. Instead, he worriedly looked to his side, avoiding Cena's gaze. John recognized the defeat immediatly, and looked up to the ceiling, smirking in triumph.
"Oh Wade, what is this? You haven't given up?"
The rookie didn't attempt to talk, nor did he turn his head.
"Well you made the right decision, 'cause no matter what you do, you ain't gettin' outta this."
At those words, the Brit kicked up his legs again in a final effort to do atleast a little damage to his attacker. Unfortunately for him, Cena saw it coming and just stepped clear.
"Alright Mr. Barrett. You asked for it!"

John reached down and unbuttoned his knee-length jean shorts that he wore to the ring. He slowly unzipped the zipper, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Barrett's. Barrett was pleading with his eyes, John had never seen him so fearful, but alas, John had come here to make a point, and that's exactly what he was going to do. John slipped out of his jean shorts and neatly placed the on the bench, in contrast to Barrett's tights that were hanging off the corner. His grey boxers that were often seen poking out of the top of his jeans were next. He slipped those off slowly, showing the Brit exactly what he had. Wade's eyes widened at the sight. Cena was... Huge... not to mention aroused.

Cena got down on his knees again and leaned over Wade. He smirked maniacally. All Wade could see was John's dark, shady grin. Cena spoke in a deep, menacing voice;
"You probably won't enjoy this, rookie."