Wounded Pride
Author: Queen Mab 319
Disclaimer: Mel owns nada, Vince owns ALL.
Rating: PG-13 for some language and violence
Distribution: Ask and you just might get it if you really want it.
Notes: Seriously had no idea that was gonna happen on Raw Monday Night, but damn was it awesome when Cena came out. Anyways, this is kind of going to come from WWE storyline, my head and the influence of my friends and suggestions I receive. The first chapter was really an experiment and well apparently lots of people liked it so I shall try to live up to that. Also this is a mix of storyline/reality kind of, I don't know how to really say it other than like though so I'll put it this way. I am using creative license and some borrowing, perhaps from the sometimes okay writers of the WWE.
Random Stuff: Stephanie is not pregnant. Umm more later, when I feel like revealing it.
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Chapter One
Solace
It had been a little over two weeks since he had lost his title and he was still fuming over it. Tonight he had once again tried to get a rematch, only to be blocked once again by Vince McMahon, his boss. Sometimes he really hated the old bastard. Vince really was a despicable man, the things he had done to his family and his employees.
Cena let out a sigh. Oh well, he thought, you knew what ya was gettin' into.
Tonight he had been given a script telling him he was to 'interrupt' Edge's promo for his match against Triple H and threaten him. Cena had wanted to do more than that. He wanted to tear the bastard's face off and shove it up his…
John took a deep breathe. Since when did he get upset over something like this? He wasn't the type to. He was usually easy going.
Cena picked up his bag and made his way out of the locker room. He decided he needed to take a break and forget everything for a night.
Yea, he'd go to the hotel, change, call up a friend and then go out and drink himself into oblivion. Maybe pick up a cute little southern girl, make her life by lettin' her sleep with the thug doctor. On second though he probably wouldn't do that. He'd never really been into causal flings and one night stands, jus' wasn't his style.
John let out a deep breathe as he made his way to the exit of the new Bobcat's arena in Charlotte. He had to admit it was pretty nice, but he would held a more soft spot for the arena had he gotten a chance to win his title back.
"What kinda name is the Bobcats, anyway?" He said out loud as he walked out the door shaking his head.
John was making his way to his rental SUV when suddenly he heard a sugary sweet voice behind him.
"Well, well, Cena why so glum?"
John turned to see the current women's champ standing a few feet behind him, a huge smile plastered on her well make-upped face.
"How are ya Trish?"
Cena really had no use for the women's champion, from everything he had ever seen or encountered of the woman she was too full of herself to seem genuine or even remotely nice. Everything people saw on TV, that was just an act.
"I am good John. I am sure I am better than you. I mean all you seem to be getting lately are bad storylines. But at least you don't have to play nice and play up to that stupid, annoying, little bitch Mickie James."
Mickie James seemed nice enough to him. She seemed to be doing her best with the stuff given to her by the McMahons.
"Yeah well you don't have to put up wit' that annoyin' ass Edge. An' ya still got a title."
"Yeah that was really sad when Edge decided to cash in his contract. But you could always find other ways of getting back at him and well if you were willing to perhaps compromise on some things I could help you."
Trish had slowly made her way over to John as she was talking. Currently she was positioned just in front of the young former WWE Champion, who had turned to look at Trish and was leaning up against his rental.
Trish caught Cena off-guard as she suddenly leaned up on her tiptoes and pulled the Newbury native down into a forceful kiss.
John was at a loss for how to react. Sure Trish was hot, he couldn't deny that, but she was not his type. No he wanted a woman who wouldn't use him to further her career or ensure she something warm to snuggle up to in the middle of the night.
John forcefully pushed Trish away from his body. He looked down at the woman's surprised expression, his face hardening when he saw the realization of rejection dawning on the blonde woman's face.
"Tha's a nice thought Trish, but umm I think I'll pass."
Trish's eye's hardened even more.
"Yeah well you'll regret not taking me up on my offer John. You see I could help you just like you could help me. I could make sure you got another title shot and I could ensure that you would win it back. But maybe you don't want my services. Fine. I'll just go find someone who is and make you—"
Trish's words were cut off as the pair her another pair emerge from the arena. From the sounds of it, they were arguing.
"Don't call me Adam. You know I like to be known as Edge!"
Great the rated R superstar and his super slut, Cena thought.
"Fine Edge!"
"Aww looks like there's trouble in paradise."
Trish said earning a look from Cena.
"Yeah, who ever said wha' they had was paradise?"
Trish looked up at Cena one more time, before she turned and walked off into the darkness. Cena didn't bother to follow her with his eyes. And try as he might though, he couldn't help but listen to the fighting couple.
He heard Edge say 'fine, you're loss' and saw Lita go in the direction opposite the superstar.
As much as he wanted to hate them both, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the young woman who had to put up with that overrated jackass. He didn't know what Lita saw in Edge.
Oh well not my problem, he thought as he got in his SUV and drove to the hotel.
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Lita could feel the tears beginning to just leak out of her hazel eyes as she made her way around the corner of the arena. She just needed a minute to think and to collect her self. Then she'd see if she could find a different way to the hotel and when she got there she wasn't sure, but she might see if she could bunk with Candice or Lilian for the night. She didn't really care where she slept, hell she'd sleep with one of the guys if it just got her away from her 'boyfriend' for awhile.
She snickered at the thought of what the roster would think if she spent the night with one of the guys. Didn't matter if she was friends with the guy or not, most the roster would start gossiping starting with that backstabbing witch Trish. Sometimes Lita really wished Stephanie were still around. She may have played a bitch on TV, but she really was always nice to Lita and she had always made sure to figure out ways for Li to get to Trish. Oh well.
Lita took a deep breathe.
She really needed a break from everything.
Just as she was about to go find one of her few remaining friends, her cell phone went off.
"Hello?"
"Hey."
"Hi!"
Lita said as she felt a little better at the voice on the other end.
"How are you? I saw what happened tonight. That was uncalled for. He should have protected you!"
Lita leaned back against the concrete wall of the arena. She wasn't being told anything she didn't already know.
"Amy, you need to break up with the asshole and kick him in the balls so he can never reproduce!"
Lita sighed. That would be nice.
"I am not sure how well that would go seeing as he is one bigger than me and two I have to work with him even if I break up with him. So is there any other reason you called me other than to chastise me?"
"Yes. I have something to tell you."
"Well it better be good news, because I don't think I could handle anything bad right now."
She could hear the smile in the other woman's voice as she spoke.
"Oh it's good news alright. I am coming back."
Lita almost dropped the phone in shock.
"How is that possible? I have my ways. Does the name Stephanie McMahon mean anything?"
"Yeah. But Nora what does she have to do with anything?"
"Just wait and see. Be strong. I'll see you soon."
The other end of the line went dead, causing Lita to hang it up.
Well that was an even bigger shock. Now Nora Greenwald aka Molly Holly was returning and so, too, it would seem Stephanie McMahon?
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-Mel
