Chapter 29: Riot
Ten of these ~ is a time change
Four of these • is a pov change
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the wrestlers mentioned in this story, or anything pertaining to WWE and TNA. I am well aware that the ages of the wrestlers in this fic don't match the time period of the fic. (I found it more sympathetic and believable for them to be younger, and that they'd garner more pity with a greater age difference.) I also moved AJ and Punk's marriage up a year. It was necessary to my story. Sue me. Violence, disturbing torture, blood, angst, language, slash, smut, (earlier chapter) non-con/rape (in earlier chapters), mentions of rape or semi-con (this chapter, earlier and later chapters)
SONG: RIOT BY THREE DAYS GRACE
If you feel so empty,
••••
Hey. I'm Jay Reso, hopefully they haven't buried me so bad that you don't know who I am… remember? I'm that guy from E & C who wasn't Edge? Christian? I hope you remember me. I like to think that maybe things aren't as bad as I perceive them as being. You be the judge. Here's a glimpse into my world.
so used up, so let down,
I get a call I don't recognize, and my immediate response is to hang up, like I always do. But it calls back. And then it calls back again. I figure it must be relatively important to be so persistent, so I answer it.
"Hello?" I mutter, slightly annoyed.
"Jay, it's Seth. I need your help."
"Seth Rollins?" I hardly know the kid. How'd he even get my number?
"Yeah. I'm sorry to bother you, but it's really important." I highly doubt that.
If you feel so angry, so ripped off, so stepped on,
"What is it?"
"Punk is in major trouble." I scoff.
"He's the best in the world, I'm sure he can figure it out." I snap.
"I know you don't like him, but you don't understand what I mean by trouble. He's been kidnapped, and Dean and I think he's been tortured, since Sunday night. By Hunter." Hunter. That son of a bitch!
You're not the only one refusing to back down,
The mere mention of his name sets me on fire with fury.
"Kay, I'm in. Give me the deets."
you're not the only one, so get up!
"That's it? You're in?"
"That's it. I'm in."
"But…"
"Would you like for me to change my mind, Rollins?"
"No, no, sorry." It's been over 10 years, and I'm still raw over the whole thing. I hate him. God, I hate him.
"Okay, give me the details. How'd you find out about it?"
"I didn't. Dean did. He met Hunter in an alley early this morning, and Hunter tried to force him to come to this god forsaken place and rape him. He threatened to bury me and kill Punk. He's helpless, Jay. We need to get him out of there." Hunter… alley… force… rape… bury… helpless… that motherfucker is trying to do it again! I'll be damned if I let what happened to me happen to anyone else. Ever.
Let's start a riot, a riot!
I can tell he's uncomfortable. I know him like the back of my hand.
"What's up, Adam?"
"Noth—"
"Don't lie to me. You know I can see right through you." His eyes are sad, but afraid too. Something is seriously wrong.
"Hunter is trying to get in my pants." He confesses. I try to press down my anger for his sake.
"Is it like, flirting, or a threat?"
"A threat."
"What's he threatening?"
"To bury me."
"You just retained the IC championship in a hell of a cage match, like, last week. How's he gonna bury you?"
"He's fucking the boss' daughter. He can do whatever he wants." That's true.
"I'll handle it."
Let's start a riot!
"Jay, you're talented, you've got a great career ahead of you. Don't fuck that up just for me."
"Dude, I said I'll handle it, okay?"
"Just don't do anything stupid."
"Me? Stupid? Never." I smile, but I'm filled with dread inside. Because I know what I have to do. Patting Adam's shoulder, I get up and set out to find Hunter. I wander around backstage for a while until I recognize the tell-tale sound of him yelling at someone.
"I don't care what it takes! Make it happen!" I walk up behind him and tap his shoulder lightly. He decides to turn his fury on me. "The fuck do you want, Jay?"
Let's start a riot, a riot!
"Can we talk in private?" My heart beats a little faster and my palms get sweaty. I hate being around him when he's like this.
"Sure, it's not like I have anything else better to fucking do!"
"I'm sorry. It's important."
"I doubt that." I walk out the nearby door into the frozen air that bites through my fishnet tank top. He follows me closely, and closes the door behind him. "I knew you'd come save the day. I don't even have to ask. You're here about Copeland."
Let's start a riot!
"Yeah. I'd like for you to leave him alone."
"Yeah, I'd like for a lot of things to happen, that doesn't mean they will." I sigh and swallow my pride.
"Please."
"I want a piece of that sweet ass of his. I don't think anything you say will change that."
"What if I take his place?" He smirks.
If you feel so filthy,
"So you're essentially telling me you're going to whore yourself out to me?"
so dirty,
"That's one way to look at it."
so fucked up,
"I think that's the only way to look at it."
"Do we have a deal?"
"Hold on, I want to enjoy this." Great. That's great. "You want me to fuck you, yes?"
if you feel so walked on,
Am I honestly doing this?
so painful,
"I guess."
so pissed off.
"No, no guessing. Come on, tell me. You want me to fuck you."
"Hunter—"
"No, say it."
"Hunt—"
"I'm only letting Adam off the hook if you get into this, Jay." Get into prostituting myself. Yeah, okay.
You're not the only one refusing to go down.
"I want you to fuck me." I say, staring at the ground. My fists clench, but I don't have any other options. I have to do this. He suddenly slams me against the wall and holds me against it, face first.
"You feeling a little helpless right now, Jay?" I grunt in return. "Good, good. Helpless is good." I try to move, but he's bigger, and a lot stronger than I am. He grinds his hips against me and I shiver. I'm afraid. I'm really afraid. "C'mon, get into it." My heart jumps in my throat as he wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head back, smiling at the look of pain on my face.
You're not the only one, so get up!
"Tell ya what, I like you wondering what's coming to you. I'm gonna let you off tonight, but believe me, we aren't done. Not by a longshot. Know this, kid," he leans close and whispers in my ear. "No matter what happens, I swear to god, your career will never see the light of day. Ever. You'll disappear, real slow. Until someday, years from now, people will only say, 'damn, I thought that Christian guy was gonna be something. How'd he fuck that up?' I can promise you that nothing you do will change that." What've I done?
Let's start a riot, a riot!
11 1/2 years of ignored pops, squandered talent, avoidable injuries due to other people's carelessness, and idiotic, embarrassing gimmicks later, Hunter followed through on his promise.
Let's start a riot!
"Are you still there, Jay?"
Let's start a riot, a riot!
"What? Oh, yeah, sorry."
Let's start a riot!
"Well like I was saying, we've worked out a plan, but we need manpower. I know Hunter's wronged you—" I cut him off.
"What do you mean, 'you know Hunter's wronged me?'"
"I meant that you should've been pushed a thousand times over, and you never were. There's gotta be some animosity there, right?"
"Yeah, you could call it that."
If you feel so empty, so used up, so let down,
"Do you know anyone else who hates him?"
if you feel so angry, just get up!
"It'd be easier to list the people who don't."
"Can you help us? We need an army."
Let's start a riot, a riot!
"It'd be my pleasure."
Let's start a riot!
It doesn't take long to figure out who to call. No one knows what happened between Hunter and I. Not even Adam. I can't have him knowing I sacrificed my career, and my dignity, for him and his.
Let's start a riot, a riot!
I have my own selfish reasons for wanting to be involved in this. But if we get him out, does it really matter what the motives are?
Let's start a riot!
And who wouldn't? I mean, I can't even look the guy in the eye anymore. He took everything from me. And he's trying to do it again! He thinks he can do whatever he wants, and I have a chance to, in person, prove that he can't. He's stepped on so many people to get where he is, and it's about time that comes back to bite him in the ass.
Let's start a riot, a riot!
Hunter had never really done anything to Adam, but I know he'll have my back. He always does. That leads me to Ryder, he used to run with Adam and he hasn't been heard from in forever. My mind then goes to Nic. Poor guy is so good, but they've been drowning him forever. Sandow, Anderson, the thoughts keep flowing as I get a little excited. Is retribution finally mine?
Let's start a riot!
A/N: I got the idea for this chapter from Debwood-1999. It's really all her, I just brought the idea to life. Thank you for adding depth to my story and thank you for reading, Deb! And thank you all for your reviews. They're so helpful, I'm so thankful for them.
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