Hey guys!

Here we go with Chapter Six ... Woah isn't Phil just a jerk in this story?(author starts ducking things being thrown from readers, especially sian, before holding hands up in surrender)

Ok ok i know stupid question! For those of you sick of John being so weak, towards the end of this chapter and the start of chapter seven John goes through some changes - but will they be with or without Maria?

This chapter will focus purely on the jerk and Maria ... i know i'm testing your patience guys but please stick with me, it'll be ok in the end lol

My apologies to all of Phil Brooks' fans but Maria and John come first this time.

Please note that if i owned john cena ... maria kanellis ... Torrie Wilson ...CM Punk or any of the other WWE superstars i wouldn't be writing this ... doing it for fun, making no profit whatsoever etc etc.. if i owned the WWE ... Mick Foley wouldn't be turning heel and shelton benjamin would never have introduced us to his 'momma' - I don't own Rise Against either but damn i wish i did - the comment about them being annoying is purely coming from Maria's character, i love them to bits!

Thanks to all those who reviewed, especially sian, whose enthusiasm towards this story is playing a big part in keeping it going

From Slice and Dice Jealousy

'What would you do John? Play hero and call the police? Number one, you have no proof. Number two, if I'm as great at manipulating Maria as you say I am, I'd simply manipulate her into lying to them. Just say everything you've accused me of is true. So, I was jealous of you, and took Maria right out from under your nose. I made her feel good about herself, and she loved me until it was time to meet you. Then, according to plan, I started turning her against you. Slowly, but surely it worked. I made her feel useless and like she couldn't live without me. Maria then succumbed to the belief that she was worthless. Oh sure, there were times after she'd come home from being with you where she actually thought she mattered. All I had to do was pretend to be drunk and then rough her up a little. Fall asleep on the sofa and then the next morning she'd come back to me, because I made her think no one cared.She covered the bruises with make-up and no one said a thing. The thing is John, I knew what she'd been through; the ex-boyfriends, how vulnerable she was, how she found it difficult to trust people, and how easy it would be to convince her I cared. I exploited her weakness. But do you know what the best thing was? The ultimate triumph? Huh? C'mon guess."

John shook his head, this was all starting to come into place now."You bastard .. how could you do this to Ria? She would never wish anything bad upon anyone." And that's a big part of why I love her he thought wryly.

"The best thing," Phil continued." Was number three - taking her away from you, and ruining your perfect little world. You have everything, right Champ? Well think again. Because I've got the only girl you love."

And with that the dull smack of flesh hitting bone was heard. Blood flowed from Johns nose as his cheek bone shattered, and his arm twisted under him as he fell, landing heavily upon the roadside.

A mere ten feet away Maria stirred in her seat as a car engine roared to life.

" John?"she murmured in her sleepy state.

Phil smiled menacingly."Oh he's fine. Don't worry babe, go back to sleep."

Two bags were thrown out the window, landing beside the Champ who was covered in grit as squealing tyres sped off into the distance.

The sun was starting to rise, and they were supposed to be in Vegas in just over 24 hours. Would John make it?

And now .. Chapter Six ..

Maria woke to the sound of her boyfriend singing along to the radio, some ridiculously loud song by Rise Against. Inwardly she groaned. It's way to early for him to be singing, especially so loud! Rubbing her eyes Maria stretched as much as she could in the limited space available. Even though the SVU was quite large, packed at her feet was a huge make up bag full of candy(her one indulgence), shoes, pillows and magazines. John had found out the hard way that Maria got bored very easily while they traveling, and while she liked listening to him freestyle, she wasn't prepared to listen to it 24/7. So, as well as ensuring Maria had her and ipod and headphones, John had the sense to make sure the car was stocked with her favourite magazines and books while they were on the road.

'Oww," cried Maria as she smacked her toe on a stray heel. She shivered in the cold, as Phil looked over at her, noticing she was awake.

'Morning Maria!" he said cheerfully. "I wasn't sure if you were ever going to wake up, my little sleeping beauty."

Okay.. Maria thought. He is just way to happy this morning. She couldn't remember the last time Phil was this happy. What was going on? Had something happened last night? Oh no, they hadn't had another fight had they? Had she done something? Oh no she thought, I've upset him again. When will I ever learn! She was beginning to feel uneasy, something wasn't right here. Seeing that she had a jacket draped over her, she pulled it on, hoping to warm up a little. 'Um, Phil. You seem awfully happy this morning," she replied perkily, if not a little hesitantly. Something told her that if she made the slightest wrong move here this could end in disaster.

Almost immediately Phil got on the defensive. "What, so I'm NOT allowed to be happy? What the hell? Is that what you're saying Maria!" He took his eyes off the road and glared at her.

'Ah no! That's not what I was saying!" she replied with a note of fear in her voice. "It's nice that's all ..." she said weakly, trying to avoid a fight.

"Nice? Yeh, it is nice for at least one of us to be happy. You're always moping around and bringing me down. And when I try to be happy, look what happens! You just turn into a sniveling little twat and accuse me of being up to something!" With that Phil turned his eyes to the road ahead. It was around 10am, so it was past rush hour and becasue it was a weekday the roads were virtually deserted. He couldn't believe this, ten minutes ago he was on top of the world, and now Maria had managed to ruin it for him like always.Typical. "I'm just not good enough for you am I? Huh!"

"No! Phil don't say that! You're far to good for me, you know that!" The petite diva was now in tears, but trying to stand her ground best she could. Maria looked up to the rear view mirror and noticed a lumpy pile of blankets strewn across the backseat, which she assumed was John. Oh no. John! Last night was all coming back to her now in bits and pieces. Thoughts and angry words began to swirl around her head making her dizzy. 'Just stay out of it, ok? Just stay the hell away from me! This is my business!' Maria swallowed, why had she said to him! She needed him! Why had she pushed him away? She shook her head, trying to make the thoughts of her best friend disappear."Phil..." She pleaded."I swear, I've never tried to pull you down! I only ever wanted you to be happy, and to love me!"

Phil laughed sadistically. "Love you? Oh that's right. I remember. What sort of love Maria? The sort of love you have for a friend? For your brother? Or the sort of love that makes you go all tingly inside and gives you butterflies; the one that you feel for that moron John Cena!" Marias' jaw dropped and her mouth formed a perfect circle as she shook her heard no. Phil saw the divas reaction out of the side of his eye, and rolled his eyes accordingly. "Oh please Maria. Anyone can see that you're in love with him! And guess what? He doesn't love you back, because you're just not good enou .."

Maria interrupted Phil before he had a chance to finish speaking, her tears making her difficult to understand."Do you mind? John is back there! He may be asleep, but I don't feel to comfortable having this conversation in front of him!" she hissed. He was already mad at her enough, he didn't need to hear this too! He would never talk to her again!

Phil turned to Maria, and just looked at her in utter bemusement. Then, he started to laugh. Slowly at first, he started to chuckle, before giving into temptation and laughing out loud uproariously. Maria sat with tears streaming down her cheeks, knowing that this is where the uneasy feeling she was having was about to set in, and that the joke was on her. "Phil what are you laughing at? Phil? Phil, stop! Whatever the joke is, it isn't funny!"

Phil continued to laugh hysterically as he pulled the car to the side of the road, opening his door and slipping out, coming around to the passengers side. Upon his fierce glance Maria opened the door, and he grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the vehicle. Maria bit her lip to stop from crying out at the pain. CM PUNK threw open the backseat door and shoved Maria into the seat, her body thrown across half the blankets. She feel straight to the seat below, the blankets inflated with little pockets of air failing to carry her weight. It was then she noticed that there were two less bags in the trunk, and the smell of Johns aftershave had all but vanished. She closed her eyes, and counted to five, hoping to get some answers to the questions she was about to ask. "Where is he?"

Her question was met with a snort."Hitchhiking across the state for all I know Maria. We stopped this morning while you were asleep, he packed up his bags and left."

What he hadn't expected was to be met with rage. "And you let him go? Just walk into the night with his luggage? Dammit, this is his car, why would he leave?" She clung to the blankets like a drowning man holding onto a life preserver. Her eyes were bloodshot red, her face was pale and she was shaking.

"Why would he leave? Well Maria let me see," Phl smirked."Could it be because you abused him last night? Ran out on him? Told him to stay the hell away from you and your business?" The look of pure hurt and regret on Marias face told him he had hit the jackpot with that one. "So he packed up his bags and left. Said he couldn't cope with having such an inconsiderate, selfish bitch for a best friend."

Maria sank to the floor sobbing. "No! No, John would never do that to anyone! Somethings happened, I just know it! I have to find him!" She started to scramble out of the back, and grabbed her phone, hitting speed dial one, praying he would pick up. But nothing, it went straight to his voicemail. Phil watched as Maria tried again and again to reach the Champ. She didn't notice when Phil closed and locked the door of the passanger side before returning to the drivers seat. It was only when he started the ignition that she gasped, "Where are we going? We have to go back for him!"

Phil sighed and pulled the keys from the ignition before grabbing Maria by the shoulders and forcing him to look at her. "Look! Get it into your stupid little head! He left you! He doesn't care about you, just like everyone else! He escpaed from here the first moment he could, and he doesn't want anyone chasing him! Now, what do you want to do! Chase this guy who is repulsed by the sight of you, or stay with me, the only one who truly cares for you, and go to work? You've got nothing else going for you Maria, believe me, you need this job! So sit down, shut the hell up and stop those tears! You're lucky I don't dump YOU on the roadside!" He shook her, hard, a couple of time to make sure the words sank in. Letting her go, he restarted the car and sped down the road.

Maria slumped against the window, shielding her face so he couldn't see her cry. The one guy in the world that she'd trusted completely, with her soul and all its secrets and he'd left her. He'd promised her he would never go, that she was his baby girl and that they would conquer everything together. A fat tear rolled down Marias nose as she drew in the scent of Cenas' jacket, that she'd only just realised she was wearing. She'd done it again. It was only a matter of time before John realised what a pathetic case she was, just like Phil had said. And now that he'd gone, he wasn't ever coming back.

So guys what do we think? Can we all see how Phil uses Maria now? Ahuh that's what I thought. No cliffhanger this time though! But since you've all been so good ... Below is a preveiw of what is to come in Chapter seven! Enjoy, and thanks for reading!

Torrie and Pete were just sitting down to lunch when the front door bell rang. Pete looked over at Torrie who had already started eating and stood up sighing "It's ok, I'll get it." Making his way into the house from the back veranda he slipped a shirt over his head before pulling the door open. He started to speak before gasping in almost disbelief. He took in the beraggled visitor from head to toe, mentally examining the broken nose, the dirty clothing and a crusty cut above the right eyebrow. He swallowed before calling out to his wife. "Tor? You're going to want to see this."

The RAW diva sighed and called out to her husband. 'Babe, can it wait? I have to eat before I hit the road for RAW." Torrie pushed back her chair and hurried to the front door. She peered over her husbands shoulder and in an instant saw the reason of his distress. Her hand grabbed Petes shoulder like a vice as she whispered, "Oh lord. What has he done?"

OOOOOhhhhhhh! So who's at the door ? I think you know who it is guys lol ... you know the drill, thanks for reading, review if you want ; )