And again, the italicized lettering is Cena's thoughts. The underlined is Trish's thoughts.
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Chapter 14: Your The Best
Monday Night Raw
John arrives at the arena just as Raw goes on the air. As he walks through the corridors to head to his locker room he runs into none other than Eric Bishoff accompanied by Tyson Tomko. Eric smirks as he was awaiting John's arrival.
Eric: Whoa! (Tomko steps in front of John to force him to stop. John sighs from annoyance as he looks Tomko in the eye before looking over at the instigator known as Eric Bishoff.)
John: What? (Eric makes a wincing face.)
Eric: Oooo. I don't think that's the kind of tone you'd like to use with your boss. Especially not when your having a match with him later tonight. (Cena just rolls his eyes. Eric looks Cena up and down like a piece of meat.)
Eric: You see John, I'm capable of breaking your whole career tonight if I wanted to. You see big Tomko there. (Cena looks back at Tomko as Tomko stares directly at John as if he were trying to intimidate the smaller man. John stares right back not allowing Tomko to intimidate him.)
Eric: Tomko can snap at any minute and end your career, just like that. (With that last sentence Eric gets right in John's face.)
John: You think so? (John steps up closer to Tomko leaving only a centimeter between the two powerhouses as they to scare each other.)
Eric: Now, now, Johnny Boy, don't do anything rash. You know how much I'd love to fire your ass right here, right now. (John just stares at Tomko menacingly.)
Eric: But I won't do that now. I'm gonna do it in front of the entire world later tonight after I defeat you, and have Tomko here beat the hell out of you. (Eric smirks as he begins walking away. Tomko glares at John as he backs away following Eric.)
John: See you out there, Bitchoff. (Eris gets angry at John poking fun at his name.)
Eric: It's Bitchoff! I mean Bishoff! (John smirks at Eric's stupidity. Eric just gets even angrier and storms down the hall. John shakes his head in disbelief as he watches them disappear around a corner.)
John stands in the gorilla position as Lilian Garcia announces the next match as a one-on-one match.
"You Can't See Me''
John's theme song begins to play so he bursts through the curtains excitedly and makes his way down the ramp to the ring. Cena taunts for the crowd a little bit before assigning his attention directly on the entrance ramp where his opponent would be coming out.
''I'm Back!
And Better Than Ever!"
Eric Bishoff's entrance song plays only to get bombarded with boos. Eric steps out from behind the curtains with a suit on. With this, Cena gets a huge expression of confusion.
What's this idiot doing? Doesn't he know you have to wear wrestling gear?
Eric stops at the top of the ramp and motions to the curtain. Out walks the Problem Solver Tyson Tomko.
Of course he'd bring this tool to do all the dirty work. No wonder he's not wearing wrestling attire.
Eric goes to walk, but stops dead in his tracks. He points to the curtains again as eight security guards walk out. Cena gets a huge look of disappointment. Eric laughs and makes his way to the ring with everyone following behind.
Alright man. There's ten of them, one of you. So use your head here. You can do it. Do it for Trish.
This lights a fire under John and nods.
Eric steps in the ring, only after Tomko has first. Eric smiles at the referee Charles Robinson, and this match is officially on its way. Cena looks around the arena as fans are rooting for him to win. Two security guards line up on each side of the ring. Cena stares across the ring at Eric Bishoff and Tyson Tomko. Eric nods with a smirk at the referee Charles Robinson. As soon as the bell sounds, Cena charges straight at Tomko and hits him with a huge clothesline. Cena jerks his head sideways and stares at Eric. Eric quickly scrambles out of the ring.
I'll get him later. Let's get this hired muscle out of the way first.
Cena redirects his attention on Tomko who is trying to get back to his feet. Cena hoists him to his feet and hurls him out of the ring and onto two of the eight security guards. Cena slides out of the ring and throws Tomko over the announce table, leaving Tomko and two security guards immobile. The other security guards all charge Cena now. Cena fends them all off with punches and kicks. Eric comes up behind Cena and clobbers him with a steel chair.
What the...
John doesn't seem the least bit phased by that weak attempt of offense. He slowly turns around to look in the eyes of a terrified Raw General Manager. Eric throws his hands up in surrender as Cena glares angrily at him.
Eric: I'm sorry John! I didn't mean it. (Eric begins to back up away from John as John slowly edges closer.)
Eric: I said I was...
POP!
John has trashed Eric with a tremendously powerful clothesline. Eric smashes to the mat hard as John turns around to focus on the security guards who are now regaining composure. John takes a step towards them and steps on something hard. John looks down briefly to see what it was.
The steel chair.
John quickly grasps it as security guards begin to get up. He takes a deep breathe and swings away. Guard after guard fall to the floor from the blow of the chair. Once all eight are laid out, John throws the chair down and looks slyly over at a slowly recovering Eric Bishoff. John grabs Eric behind the head and his right shoulder and hoists him up and throws him into the ring. John slides in the ring and watches Eric slowly get to his feet. Once Eric stands up, John scoops him up and slams him hard back first onto the mat with a F-U. The crowd erupts wildly into cheers of approval. John grabs Eric's left leg and steps over it and traps it between his own legs and throws his arms around Eric's neck and head in an STF submission maneuver. The referee Charles Robinson focuses on Eric to see if he wants to tap out. A few seconds later, Eric slams his hand against the mat to tap out anxiously wanting John to break the painful hold. Charles signals for the bell and John releases the hold on Eric as his theme music begins to play. Charles holds John's hand up in victory as Eric shuffles around on the mat in pain. The audience are loving this. John has a huge grin plastered on his face as he points to Lilian Garcia signaling that he would like to have a microphone. A few short moments later, his song has seized and he's holding the mic.
John: Damn it feels good! (The WWE Universe erupt into cheers.)
John: It feels good to be victorious. Especially when the cards are stacked against you. (John takes a moment to pause and listen to the audience cheer.)
John: And there wasn't even an Edge sighting. A huge surprise there. (John smiles at the idea.)
John: I hope everyone in the back was watching. Most importantly you Trish. (John looks directly into the camera as if he were talking to her personally. Because all of this was for you. See, long story short, for me to be able to get you a rematch, I had to beat Kane and Eric Bishoff in matches. I had to defeat Kane to get my hands on Eric. Well, I defeated both of them, and you are now the number one contender to the W omen's Championship. (With this news, the arena goes wild in cheers and applause. John looks around soaking it all in.)
Back in her own locker room, Trish is watching Raw and has seen his announcement. A huge grin spreads ear to ear across her face.
Trish: I gotta go find him. (Trish jumps off her couch and rushes out of her locker room enthusiastically.)
Backstage, John walks through the halls heading to his locker room for a after match shower. On the other end of the hallway, Trish turns the corner and sees John headed her way. A ginormous toothy grin takes over her face.)
Trish: John! (He smiles knowing that Trish has seen his announcement. She runs down the hall and jumps into his arms with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He hugs her back as her feet dangle a few inches above the floor.)
Trish: Oh my God John! Your the freaking best! (She looks directly in his eyes as he sets her back down on the floor.)
Trish: I had no clue you were doing all of this for me. (John looks at the overzealous petite blonde.)
John: Well now you do. (Trish smiles and throws her arms around his shoulders once again. John hugs her back and she holds on.)
Damn. Her hair smells sooooo good.
This brings a smile across John's face once again as he hugs Trish around her small waist. Trish whispers in his ear.
Trish: You know you didn't have to do this. (Trish loosens her grip and leans her head back to look John in the eye.)
John: I didn't have to, but I wanted to. I mean, you work your cute little ass off everyday and its not fair for you to get screwed like that. (Trish smiles.)
Trish: Cute little ass? (John begins to blush a little.)
Awww, he's blushing.
Trish sighs and smirks.
Trish: Blushing? (John looks down before looking back up at Trish. He nods slightly.)
John: I guess I am. (Trish smiles then slowly leans her head forward and kisses John on the cheek. Then she looks back in his eyes as she rests her hands down on his trap muscles. They are still hugging each other.)
Trish: All better now? (John laughs a bit.)
John: No. That made it worse. (They both laugh.)
He's all nervous. How cute.
She has to know how nervous I am right now.
They both stop laughing at the same time and just stare deeply into each others eyes.)
Meanwhile Edge and Lita are making their way through the arena corridors as they turn a corner they notice Trish and John. Lita looks up at Edge who has a shocked expression planted on his face.
Lita: Do you see them? (Edge nods.)
Edge: Yea I see them. They're all over each other.
Lita: I know. It's disgusting. (Edge nods.)
Edge: I know.
Trish and John both simultaneously lean in for a kiss and right before their lips touch, Trish turns her head rather nervously and brushes the hair from her face and tucks it behind her ear. She clears her throat and lets go of the hug and backs up a few inches away from John. Trish sighs. Edge & Lita see this and back up a bit.)
Edge: Come on Lita. Let's get out of here. (Edge puts his arms around Lita and they walk away leaving John and Trish to themselves.)
Trish: Ummm. (John looks at her concerned.)
John: You alright? (Trish looks back over at John.)
Trish: Uh yea. Yea, I'm fine. (Trish nods a little bit and looks around then bites her lower lip a tad.)
John: You sure?
She doesn't seem fine.
Trish: Yea John. I'm good. But I should get going it's eleven-thirty so I should go. (John nods.)
John: Alright. See you later then. (Trish nods.)
Trish: Yea. I'll see you later. (Trish takes a few steps backwards and smiles at John nervously.)
Trish: OK. See ya John.
John: Bye (Trish turns around and heads off down the hallway. John watches her and sighs.)
She must have been nervous. That, or she doesn't like me.
John shrugs.
Na, it's the nervousness. If she didn't like me, she wouldn't have kissed me on the cheek or anything.
John watches Trish disappear around a corner.
END OF CHAPTER 14
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