All right here is Chapter numerous dos! :D This is the majority of Cena bashing. And more Jeff with Skittles… yes there a bit of a theme going on! :D Thanks to Torilei for her Review! Even though she already read it, still gives me a bit of a boost! Please Read and Review!!! It means sooo much to me!!! Oh and anything with Bragging Rights is complete fiction, I'm not psychic and I'm not affiliated with the creative department of the WWE. This is just pretty much what I want to happen. Please Do Enjoy!
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ON WITH THE CHAPTER!!!!!
John Cena had lost. He just got his ass handed to him by his long time rival Randy Orton. By one flipping pin fall. He couldn't believe it, there was no way John Cena was supposed to lose. He was the golden boy, he never lost. He stood backstage just rubbing his head, knowing that he would have to go to one of the "lesser" brands, because he sure as hell wasn't going to quit because of this.
"I just don't get it… Why me? Orton's a complete dick! That titles mine! I created it!!!!"
The more Cena thought about it, the angrier he became! He stomped around backstage looking for Orton, about to give him a piece of his mind. He didn't notice the little rainbow colored balls being flung at him. As Cena stomped about, he also didn't notice the little stalker he had following him.
Jeff couldn't help but giggle as he flung yet another skittle at Cena. All of the sudden Jeff's face paled, as he realized the skittle landed on Cena's eye. Knowing he'd get caught Jeff bolted off down the hallway, trying desperately to escape the wrath of Cena and make it to the locker room.
Cena saw the flash of purple and blue hair streak off and Cena took after him. Jeff got to the locker room and yanked the door open, "Guys you have got to help me… PLEASE???"
Matt just looked at his brother shaking his head, "What did you do this time?"
"Ikindofjustthrewabunchofskittlesatcenaandhecaughtmeandheischasingme," Jeff said all in one breath.
Matt burst out laughing, "dude if you don't slow down and repeat what you just said I won't be able to help you… "
Jeff took a few huge breaths of air to calm himself down, "I kind of just threw a bunch of skittles at Cena and he caught me and is chasing me!!!"
"Jeff, I'm not always going to be here to get you out of trouble you know?"
"I know, I know. Now will you help me dammit?!?"
All of the sudden the door to the locker room slammed open and in walked a very pissed looking Cena. "Hardy I am so going to kill you…" He said in a menacing voice.
Jeff grinned, "Which one? There are two Hardy's in here!"
Matt ran out of the room shouting behind him, "Not anymore there isn't!"
Jeff's face paled again as Cena moved closer, "Dammit Matt…"
"So Hardy, do you care to explain to me why the hell you were chucking skittles at me? When you damn well know I hate skittles…!"
"Hehe I just wanted you to feel the rainbow…" Jeff said with a small smile.
Cena looked at him with a confused look on his face, "What? I don't get it…"
Jeff bolted screaming behind him, "Colors Cena, think about it!"
Cena looked at where Jeff had bolted to and shook his head. He was so confused, he couldn't understand what Jeff meant. He couldn't even remember why he was mad. He packed up his bag and left the arena.
Cena spent the rest of the evening thinking about what Jeff said.
"Feel the rainbow? That doesn't make sense, the rainbow is just made of light…"