Chapter Thirty-Four Disclaimer: This is a mature fan fiction, intended for mature readers. This story contains adult situations, some consensual and some not, and adult language, among other things. Some of this is not appropriate for younger readers. Also, I make no claims to any WWE Superstars and/or Divas, past or present. Honestly, if I owned them, I most certainly wouldn't be WRITING about them, ha! I only own a select number of characters in this story; the rest are all their own property. Thank you for opting not to sue.
Author's Note: Sorry for the lag in posting; I had been going through some stuff where I lost my inspiration in writing this story. But after the King's wonderful return to RAW back in 2007, his awesome heel turn and feuds, and after posting a one-shot fic I wrote last month, I've rediscovered the direction I wanted to go with this story. So, even though it might not cover the entire time period that I had wanted it to, I will do my absolute best to get to the point where I feel this story should be ended, and start with a sequel. Anyways, enjoy, and feel free to review!
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June 6, 2005 – WWE RAW
Sitting in the Women's Locker Room backstage after the end of Sunday Night Heat, Krys was in the bathroom. She made her way over to the sink and turned the spigot for cold water, reaching down to cup the cool water in her hands and splash it onto her face. "Get a grip, girl," she told herself with a sigh. "This isn't your first RAW show; it's only the start of the Draft. It's not like you're gonna be around anyone you don't know. Get a grip, already."
Reaching to her right, she pulled a handful of paper towel off of the rack, and dried her face. When she raised her gaze into the mirror to look at herself, she was shocked to see John Cena standing behind her.
Whirling around quickly, she started to scream, but Cena covered her mouth. "Shut up," he growled, dragging her into the nearest stall, his hand still covering her mouth. "I had to see you," he whispered, finally moving his hand away from her mouth.
"What the hell are you doing in here, you freak? Get out!" she nearly shouted. "Some of the girls could be naked in here, you fuckin' perv!"
"Like I'm concerned about them," he retorted. "If I was concerned about them, trust me, I'd be out there with them, not in this tiny ass stall with you. I came to see you, Krys." He braced his hands on either side of her, boxing her in.
"John…what do you want with me?" she whispered, looking anywhere but into his blue eyes. "I told you, I'm not interested in you. And even if I were, which I'm not, I'm married. This means that you should learn to stay away from me." She went to say more, but emitted a soft cry when she felt Cena's hands slide into her jeans. "Oh God, John, don't…"
"Don't?" he whispered in her ear, pushing her panties aside and starting to slide a finger inside her soft folds. "Are you telling me you don't want this?"
Krys opened her mouth to tell him that he was right, that she didn't want it, and that she didn't want him, but the feel of his fingers buried deep inside her, twisting and teasing, driving her closer to the point of madness was too good to give up easily, and she closed her eyes and threw back her head and moaned quietly, leaning against the wall of the stall as she continued to let Cena touch her this way.
Suddenly, the sound of a sharp knock on the door on the outside of the locker room brought her out of her thoughts. "Krys?" she could hear her husband calling her name. "RAW's about to start, you ready?"
"Oh, God…" she moaned helplessly, her hands clawing at something, anything, to try to get Cena to stop what he was doing. Chris knocked at the door again, calling her name even louder, and Cena sighed in annoyance, removing his fingers from inside her.
"Looks like we have to cut this short," he said with a smirk. He opened the stall door, allowing her to exit first, then followed her. Before she could go back to the main area of the locker room, Cena pulled her back up against him, turned her face to meet his, and kissed her hard on the lips. "I'll be back."
"Don't…" she whispered weakly, pushing weakly against his shoulders. "Just…just leave me alone, John…"
Ignoring her protests, Cena walked away from her, the smirk still on his face. Krys, on shaking legs, walked to the main area of the Divas' Locker Room, and threw open the door.
"What took you so long to answer the door?" Chris demanded, his eyes narrowing as they took in her appearance; her shirt was disheveled, her jeans were unbuttoned, and she was breathing hard, her skin flushed, like she had been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to have been doing. When she shook her head at his question, citing that she had been nervous since it was such a big night that they had ahead of them, he nodded his head and leaned against the door. "Well, I guess you'd better hurry up and change into whatever you're going to wear tonight," he said to her, still looking her over contemplatively. "Are you sure everything's okay?"
Krys nodded her head shakily. "Y-yeah, everything's fine. I just, um…I just need to get another pair of jeans on for the show. Gotta look good for the Draft, you know?" She gave him a bright smile, and he gave her a crooked one in return, before giving her a small kiss.
"Gotta look beautiful," he mumbled to her, before playfully shoving her back inside the locker room.
Closing the door behind her, Krys leaned against and gave a shaky exhale of breath. "Oh, my God, what am I getting myself into…?" she whispered, before heading off to change.
WWE RAW – Chris Jericho's Highlight Reel
"Break the Walls Down" blared throughout the Savvis Center, and the fans in St. Louis jumped to their feet in excitement as Chris Jericho and Krys made their way out to the ring. Chris stepped aside to let Krys climb up the stairs, and she entered the ring through the middle ropes. He then climbed up the steel stairs behind her, did a spin and leaned on the ropes while pumping his fist and yelling, "Come on, baby!" He then entered the ring, and he and Krys shared a small kiss before grabbing a microphone and starting the show.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Highlight Reel!" The crowd popped once again, and the two of them got huge smiles to their faces. "Before we get down to business, I'd like to invite you all to feast your eyes on my lovely co-host, the enchanting, devious, and simply delicious Krys!" Krys grinned at him and waved at the crowd, before picking up her own microphone.
"Yes, thanks, you guys, but you can't forget the man who created this whole getup; the King of the World, the Highlight of the Night, the Ayatollah of Rock and Roll-a, and The King of Bling-Bling, the greatest show host in WWE history, Chris Jericho!" Chris bowed his head in mock modesty, and grinned back at her. "But in all seriousness, Chris, tonight is really a monumental night."
"That's right, gorgeous. Tonight is the night that people have been buzzing about for weeks! Tonight is the biggest night St. Louis has seen in years… Because tonight, for the first time ever, Fozzy will be performing live across the street after the show!" The two of them laughed as if they were in on some secret joke that the rest of St. Louis wasn't, then Chris calmed himself, starting to speak again. "Not only that, but tonight is the first night of the WWE Draft Lottery, and as everyone knows, I promised to have the very first Draft pick from SmackDown here on this show!" The crowd popped hugely again, and the two of them grinned again.
"You're absolutely right, Chris," Krys said, with a smile on her face. "In just moments, a SmackDown superstar will make their way out here to this ring to make their debut on RAW. But then again, I don't know how big their impact will be compared to yours…" She winked at Chris, who got a sly smirk to his face once more.
"Why, thank you, Krys. But in all seriousness, you have no clue who this SmackDown Superstar is that will be drafted to RAW tonight, do you?" She shook her head no. "Neither do I. So, without further ado, will you all please welcome my guest tonight, the very first pick of the Draft Lottery!" Chris gestured at the entryway and shouted, "COME ON DOWN!"
At first, there was nothing but silence. The St. Louis crowd looked on in confusion, as did the two figures standing in the ring, wondering what was taking the person so long. As the crowd started to boo in agitation, Chris raised the microphone to his lips once more, and called out, "Come on out!" Again, there was nothing but silence for a few long moments, and Jericho shrugged his shoulders in confusion.
Finally, the song of "My Time Is Now" started to kick up, and the crowd started to go into a frenzy. As the crowd cheered their approval, the WWE Champion, John Cena, wearing an orange Spirits of St. Louis stepped out onto the rampway and threw his arms out wide, taking in the roar of the crowd. He threw the WWE Championship over his shoulder and made his way down the rampway, his energy and enthusiasm as loud as St. Louis'. Inside the ring, Krys and Chris applauded the arriving Cena with excited and surprised smiles on their faces.
Cena got into the ring, both Jericho and Krys giving him a wide berth, and made his way to the middle of the ring, where he hoisted his championship belt over his shoulders and threw up the Word Life hand gesture, while the majority of the crowd screamed excitedly again. He moved forward and shook hands with Chris, then Krys, and accepted a microphone as his theme music died down, the crowd still chanting his name.
"I can't believe it, it's John Cena!" Chris said into the microphone. The crowd cheered again, and Jericho continued on. "The WWE Champion, right here on RAW! How did this happen; how could this happen?"
"Dude, you know how it is," Cena answered, with a grin on his face. "You heard it: every member of both rosters, nobody is safe! I got the call; they say 'John Cena is officially RAW…" St. Louis popped again, as Cena continued on "…So I do it how they do it in St. Louis, baby. The Champ is hurr!"
St. Louis cheered again for Cena, as Chris acknowledged Cena's statement, then said, "Well…that may be true, but actually let me point something out to you, John. Now with both you and Batista here on RAW, that means that the two champs are hurr! And the last time there were two champions on the same show…I beat 'em both, and became the first Undisputed Champion." There were a few boos as Jericho concluded his statement, but the majority cheered as he started to speak again. "So in that respect, we have something in common, John. As a matter of fact, we have a lot in common, when you think about it. We're both becoming media superstars, in magazines, on T.V. shows from coast to coast, both of us with successful musical careers…
"But think about it, John, I think that my musical career might be just a little bit bigger than yours at this point. I mean, I've had three CDs out, I've played in front of fans across the world—I played in front of thirty thousand people on a couple different occasions, so I might be a little bit ahead of you. But it's okay, kid, I've got a good feeling about you; you're gonna do just fine." He pointed at Cena and grinned. "But I've got a little advice for you: If you want to really make it musically—if you really want to make it in the music business, you've got to go for it all the way, one hundred percent, full-bore…even if that means alienating some of your wrestling fans." The crowd then started to boo Jericho as he gestured to them, before Cena started to speak.
"Bro, you ain't gotta come at me like that, man," he started back, pacing the ring a bit. "Whether they love me or they hate me, they're the reason I'm doing what I'm doing here tonight." The crowd popped for Cena again, as he adjusted the championship over his shoulder. "And if that's what you need to do to do your music, then fine, go do your thing, superstar. But I fight for these people, and I'm here to say that the WWE Champ is in the house! And y'all know John Cena, same as it ever was, real recognizes real!
"This is a message to ALL of RAW," he said, looking directly at Jericho, then cast a secretive glance to Krys, "if you want some, COME GET SOME."
Just then, Christian's theme music started to blare throughout the arena, and Christian and his "problem solver", Tyson Tomko, came strutting down to the ring. Christian pointed at Cena with a sour expression on his face, as he made his way down to the ring, while all three people in the ring all rolled their eyes and groaned. Cena kept a tight grasp on his championship as Christian and Tomko climbed into the ring, and Christian grabbed a microphone. He brushed his shoulders off casually, as Cena leaned against the ropes, and started to speak as well.
"I must be dreaming, my eyes must be deceiving me," he started off sarcastically. "John Cena, right here on RAW!" He took in the cheers of the crowd, as Cena stared at him. "Well, I heard the ovation, I heard the cheers in the back, and it reminds me of the cheers they used to give to another fraud in this town…a guy by the name of Mark McGwire?" Almost immediately, the arena was filled with loud boos in Christian's direction for the snide remark, and he smirked, ignoring the jeers and continuing on. "Well, you see, McGwire is a joke, and he made these people look like complete morons!" The crowd booed again loudly. "Just like I'm going to right now; the only thing is, it's not gonna take an act of Congress for me to expose you as a fraud!"
The crowd booed Christian again, with chants of "You suck!", as the Canadian raised the microphone again. "It's like this, Cena: This is my show, poser, so go take a stroll… Canada in the house, 'cause that's how I roll!"
Cena, who had been standing next to Jericho and Krys during the majority of Christian's speech, looked in Jericho's direction with an exasperated look on his face, while Chris gave him a smirk of amusement. "Jericho, I know this is the Highlight Reel, but homie's been talkin' trash on me for about a month; you mind—I mean, is it okay with you if I handle my business?"
Chris shook his head. "Nah, I don't mind. Please, handle your business, by all means," he mouthed to Cena, gesturing to him in Christian's direction. Cena nodded, taking the hint, and strode over to Christian, dropping his championship in a chair on the way.
"That's how you roll?" he started to rap, doing a small dance as well. "Like you got your routine mastered? I'm gonna put you in your place, you creepy little bastard." Christian had a furious look upon his face, while both Krys and Chris stood in their corner, watching the scene unfold before them. Krys had her face buried into her husband's shoulder, her shoulders shaking as she laughed. "Christian, you used to come to the ring up through the fire, wearing the Seinfeld shirt, thinking you was a vampire. You couldn't cut it with the Brood; they even put you on the shelf! Gangrel was suckin' blood, you were suckin' something else." Christian started to pace the ring angrily, while the crowd laughed at Cena's insults. "There ain't no way you can walk a mile in my shoes; you went from swallowing blood, to blowing people's kazoos! And now, you say you got these peeps that'll follow your vision? Well if you're a fan of Christian, I'm gonna change your religion. LISTEN!"
He pointed a finger at Christian, who was seething as he glared at Cena. He got up close to Christian and said, "I gotta level with you, homie. It's not that you're not on my level; you're not on the level below me. Hey, so keep talkin', 'cause I'm gonna lay your ass down. This is the Highlight Reel…" He glanced back at both Jericho and Krys, before turning back to Christian and Tomko "…so you must be the assclowns!"
The entire crowd burst out laughing at that point, and even Chris yelled "Burn!" in Tomko and Christian's direction, bringing even more laughter and applause to the promo. Cena then turned to Christian and Tomko again. "You're the clown with charisma, who are you, the fight starter?" he asked Tomko. "The only problem you're solvin' is being Christian's life partner." The crowd yelled "Ohhh!" as Tomko shouted at Cena, while Cena continued on, ignoring both men completely and went on to end his rap.
"And according to you, Marky Mark I might be, but I will beat both of your asses if you fight me! The champ is HERE!" Once the crowd started dying down once more, he then informed Christian that just for him, since he took the time to welcome him to RAW, that he would return the favor by doing a five-second pose. He then raised he right hand and, one by one, dropped each of his fingers, until only the middle remained, and he waved it around in Christian's face.
Finally angered, Christian drew back his hand and slapped Cena dead across the face, resulting in the two men starting to brawl. While Jericho instructed Krys to stay back out of the way of the two men fighting, Cena delivered punch after devastating punch to Christian, finally sending him over the top rope to the outside mat below. Just to get him out of the ring as well, Chris cracked Tomko in the face, sending him into a waiting Cena, who hoisted him up onto his shoulders to the crowd's delight, and dropped him back onto the mat with a vicious F-U!
As St. Louis applauded "The Champ", Jericho amicably welcomed Cena to RAW, while Krys stood off to the side behind the two men, an unsure look upon her face.
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WWE RAW – Eric Bischoff's Office
After telling one of the WWE RAW technicians about his war against ECW and Paul Heyman, RAW General Manager Eric Bischoff told the man that if Paul Heyman "wanted a fight", that he'd give him one hell of a fight that night, and sent him off on his way to inform Heyman of the GM's message. After sending him off, Bischoff walked into his office, praising himself on his genius work of acquiring the WWE Champion from SmackDown. When his eyes came to rest on said champion seated on his sofa waiting for him, Bischoff grew a smarmy smile on his face.
"Welcome to the A-show, John," he said pleasantly, shaking hands with Cena upon him standing to his feet. "It's great to have you here on RAW."
Cena nodded his head in greeting, a smile on his face. "Hey, it's great to be here."
"You know, Cena, I'm going to cut right down to business," Bischoff said, still on his smarmy kick. "You and I, we could have a great relationship; I really think we can develop a great relationship together—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, there, boss, I'm flattered you wanna start a relationship with me," Cena started immediately, making Bischoff roll his eyes, "but if you don't mind, I'd like to keep our 'relationship' strictly professionally. That just ain't my thing."
Bischoff sighed in annoyance at Cena's immediate reaction to his words, and then continued on. "Anyway, I have a great idea for next week's show: You, John Cena, in your first match here on RAW, teaming up with Chris Jericho, against the team of Christian and Tyson Tomko! What do you think?" he asked excitedly, a huge smile on his face.
Cena nodded his head in agreement once more, a smile on his face. "Sounds good to me."
Bischoff nodded his head again, then got the smarmy look to his face once more. "I'm glad you like my idea for next week's show, Cena, but I have an even better idea. Coming up this month, is the so-called revival of ECW, with ECW's One Night Stand, and it would be an honor for you to join my crusade, and help take them down once and for all! What do you say?"
"Thanks, but no thanks. I don't want any part of that; I just wanna do my own thang."
Nodding his head, Bischoff tried one more approach, one that worked multiple times for the Superstars of RAW. "You should know, Cena, I can be a very, very powerful ally for you behind the scenes here—"
"And you should know, that I don't play politics," Cena informed him pointedly, giving Bischoff a cold look. "Me and my boys even used to watch Nitro every Monday at eight PM…" Bischoff started to get a smug look upon his face, but that smug look faded once Cena continued "…but then we always switched over to RAW when nine o'clock hit."
To drive his point home and finish his statement, he said, "You have four draft picks left, so you'd better go see one of them, because You Can't See Me!" He then raised his hand to his face and waved it back and forth in front of Bischoff, smiled, and left the office of a seething RAW General Manager.
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After leaving Bischoff's office, Cena was walking down the halls of the Savvis Center, when he spotted Krys on her way back to Jericho's locker room, a cup of coffee in her hand. As the cameras rolled, Cena came up beside her and said hello to her, bringing a smile to her face. "What's up with the lovely co-host of the Highlight Reel?" he asked, inciting a blush to heat up her cheeks.
"Well…not much, just getting some coffee for Chris before we leave the arena for the night," she replied, lowering her gaze towards the ground. Her brown hair fell into her face, as her head ducked down and she looked at the ground sheepishly, giving off the impression that she was shy.
Cena grinned at her and leaned against the wall across from her. "Hey, instead of going back to the hotel, how about we go hang out for a bit? Just you and me, or you can invite Chris, if you want, whatever makes you comfortable," he said casually.
Another blush lit up her face, and she lifted her gaze to face the champion, pushing the tendrils of hair out of her eyes. "Sure, that'd be great," she mumbled. "But I don't think Chris would want to hang out; most of the time he usually doesn't go out after RAW's over. But I'll see if I can convince him."
"That'd be great; I'd love to get to know more about you guys. It would give me a chance to get better acquainted with my new fellow RAW employees." Cena gave her a crooked half-smile, and she smiled back before Cena walked off.
"I'll definitely think it over," she mumbled to herself, smiling at his retreating form, before turning off on her way to go into Jericho's locker room.
"Finally!" Jericho exclaimed, taking the cup of coffee out of her hands and taking a sip. "Jeez, this coffee is almost cold; what on earth took you so long to get back here?"
"Oh, I, uh…just ran into Cena, and we started talking," Krys mumbled absently, the smile still on her face from moments before. Suddenly suspicious, Jericho cast a suspicious sideways look.
"What did he want?"
"He wanted to invite us out after the show for drinks, but I told him you don't usually head out anywhere once the show's over." She blushed again and bit her lower lip shyly, her eyes closing halfway, almost as if she were immediately infatuated with the WWE Champion.
"But Krys, you and I already have plans," he started to protest.
"Oh come on, Chris, we go out all the time; it gets boring," Krys cut him off. "And besides, we can always go out tomorrow; I'd love the chance to hang out with the WWE Champion of all people. And besides…I think he likes me." She wiggled her eyebrows at Jericho, before grabbing her jacket, as the camera feed faded to black.