Title: Questionable Sanity

Author: Mel

Disclaimer: I own the OCs and the plot. I dream of owning Randy Orton and John Cena.

Summary: Read previous stuff.

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Chapter Thirteen

Previously: Lawler opened his mouth to speak, but the young champ shushed him.

"I know ya got a lot to say 'bout me messin' around with ya niece, but no offense King right now ain't the time. I got an ass to go kick. So let me go do that then ya can tell me what ya got to say."

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After watching the WWE Champion making his way to the ring or in the mind of a few, a hasty retreat, all eyes turned to Keeley.

Keeley smiled and very slowly backed up until she felt her legs hit the couch, but as she was about to sit down she tripped. What she tripped over caused her to blush, something every one in the room noticed.

Keeley sat down and looked towards the television as Jerry Lawler bent down to pick up a large white towel. He raised an eyebrow and went to sit down next to his niece, dropping the towel into her lap.

The Legend Killer was trying to contain his laughter at what he had thus far seen. If the look on King's face was any clue Randy Orton's best friend was going to have a problem either breathing or reproducing as soon as he returned from his match. Keeley tripping over his towel was just icing on the cake.

Krista had been the last in the door and had just turned in time to see her sister trip and she had to turn to keep herself from laughing out loud.

She made her way over to the couch taking the seat next to her sister but not until she caught Keeley's eye and winked, causing Keeley to blush even more.

The silence continued in the room for several more minutes before it was finally broken by King.

King took a deep breathe, then, "What the hell were you thinking! Don't you know any better? He is a thug. I had to see you half naked on a screen that was shown not only to the whole arena but the whole freaking world! Have you no self respect? I didn't expect this from you Keeley. From one of your sisters yes! But you never!"

King grew silent as he caught his breathe again.

"You are supposed to be sensible and reliable. You are supposed to set an example for your sisters. Do you want them to be whores? Because that is sure as hell what kind of example you have set tonight young lady! You almost slept with someone you just met a few hours again! And no it couldn't be someone with a future or sensible, no it had to be a freaking thug. If I had known you were going to act this way I would never have gotten you backstage passes. You need to act your age—"

Keeley had had enough. She turned to look at her uncle with fire blazing in her eyes.

"You know what Uncle Jerry; you are certainly one to talk! You every week sprout off about how hot this young woman is and how you want to see her puppies and all kinds of bullshit. You know what you are nothing but an egotistical, self-centered dirty minded asshole. Do you think I intended to show up here and find someone I like? Hell no! And it doesn't matter that I did. I am an adult! You are not my father and you know what you really aren't much of an uncle. I am sorry if I embarrassed you by acting on an impulse, but I do not regret my actions and you can get the hell over it!"

Krista was about to have a conniption fit, she could not believe her sensible mature sister had just had an outburst. It was amazing. Krista was unsure if she even knew her sister anymore. This was the most interesting thing that could have ever happened to her. She felt like she needed to get to know Keeley again, that she had never known her!

King was about to blow up again when Keeley opened her mouth again, but now she was standing up pacing back and forth in front of the couch, the towel clasped in her hands.

"I am an adult and if I wanted to strip naked and run in front of a million people you could not say anything, no one could! I am 27 years old and well I never had the intentions of coming here and well you know. But I did so you know what if anyone has a problem with that they can get the fuck over it! And Jerry Lawler if you say anything more about how John Cena is a thug and not worthy of being near me or any of that bullshit I will kick you in your groin and ensure your voice goes up several octaves. All you do is sprout out hot air; damn you should fill up hot air balloons for a living. I for one like John Cena and if you so much as say anything to him about staying away from his niece I will..."

Keeley trailed off as she suddenly turned to the television, becoming distracted by what she saw.

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John Cena had quickly made his way to the entrance to the ring and the arena; he had received several looks from people backstage including nods of approval and thumbs up signs from many of the male wrestlers.

He ignored them of course and made his way through the curtain, not even waiting for his music.

Hunter was still taunting Cena.

"What John ya too busy "gettin' busy" to come be defeated? Well I wonder if I can get Eric to disqualify you and give me the title for not showing up out here. I mean obviously you were going to show up somewhere else. We all saw that."

John didn't let Hunter's petty taunts bug him. He just made his way to the ring as quickly as possible, he could hear Lilian Garcia quickly announcing him, but he didn't care. He just wanted to kick some ass then go get some well…

He slid into the ring and made a beeline for the Greenwich native, he got some joy out of the look of fear and annoyance on Hunter's face.

John slammed into the man from the side taking him down to the mat, knocking the microphone out of his hands.

"What's the matter Trips, not happy to see me? Ya do know ya couldn't continue insultin' my girl and get away wit' it."

Hunter didn't say anything instead he focused on countering the young champion's attack.

The men fought back and forth for the next few minutes.

JR finally took up commentary again, but not alone as Coach had made his way to he announcing table before Cena.

JR: Well it looks like these two are making this fight about more than a belt. It looks as though Cena is feeling it is a personal fight after the insults that Triple H made about what we all saw earlier. I must say it shows he is a gentleman if he is coming out here defending a lady.

Coach: Well I am not sure how much a lady the young woman you are referring to is. I mean dang man I saw…

Coach's voice trailed off as Cena quickly got an F-U on Hunter taking him down long enough for him to be declared the winner.

Cena didn't do any celebrating. He quickly exited the ring after taking his belt from the referee, but he didn't make his way up the ramp.

JR: Well we can see that Cena is still our champion, that folks ends this broadcast of…what the hell is he doing coming over here?

JR had looked up to see John Cena making his way over to the announcers table, but not without aim. John Cena was heading right for Jonathan Coachman, who looked as though he were going to pee on himself.

Coach: Well hey John. Good match. Umm sorry about the interview earlier…next time I'll knock.

Coach was cut off as Cena leaned over the table and picked Coach up by his collar.

Looking him in the eyes, Cena said, "You will never ever enter a room without knocking again, man. And if I ever hear you callin' any woman a ring rat or anything deeming again, especially Keeley, I will see your ass in the ring and make sure you do not leave it in one piece."

John dropped Coach and made his way backstage and back to his locker room to face the screeching music called Jerry the King Lawler.

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