Hey guys!

Here we go with Chapter Seven ... So who will be at Torrie and Petes' house? Girl Scouts?Avon Lady? Big Show after he fell down a flight of stairs?

Ok ok i know stupid question! We all know who it is .. or do we?

Hopefully, in this chapter we will make it to Las Vegas for Monday Night RAW! But what will happen when we get there? Who will Maria share a locker room with now? What character will CM PUNK be given by Mr McMahon? Will John even make it to the show?

My apologies to all of Phil Brooks' fans but Maria and John come first this time .. actually no not really, i'm doing a bad thing by getting wrapped up in my own story and believing what I write .. damn CM PUNK!

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 ... John would have turned heel a month ago and Maria would have smashed Mickie James with a chair ..

Thanks to all those who reviewed, especially sian ,johncenasgurl, kiora storm & P. Dizzle tha Prime Legend Champion

From Butterfly Love ..

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 escaped 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.

And now ... Chapter Seven ...

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?"

"Well .. It's like this," rasped the visitor."I decided that I hadn't been beaten up enough recently and got into a fist fight with myself. I banged myself pretty good up on the side of the road then a ceritfied maniac pinched my SVU and has put my best friend in danger." Worn out from the beating he'd received and a massive loss of blood, the Champ wavered on his feet before his knees buckled and he started to collapse. Pete rushed forward to catch him just before he hit the steps.

"Quick Tor," Pete ordered." Run into the laundry room and grab a blanket for the couch. We've got to get John some water, and grab the first aid kit." Torrie rushed inside and did as she was asked, as Pete put an arm around Johns waist and brought him to an upright position. The former Cruiserweight Champion slung Johns arm over his shoulder as he kept his other arm around the younger mans waist. "Okay John, if you can hear me, we're going to try and walk into the house now and you're going to lie down for us ok?" John nodded weakly; he didn't really understand what was going on, this, along with the events of the last day or so was too much. He dutifully allowed Pete to lead him into the living room, knowing that if he tried to keep standing on his own he'd simply collapse again. Lying down on the couch, John saw Torrie enter the room out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey guys,"John mumbled. "Thanks ... for this ... I didn't know where else to go." Torrie knelt down beside him washing the blood of his face with a facecloth, and Pete poured him a glass of water, before handing it to Torrie who held it up to Johns chafed lips. He gulped the water down along with a couple of painkillers, and coughed as it all went down the wrong way.

Pete put a hand on Torries shoulder and manuvered her back towards his chest to give Cena some much needed space."Hey, man it's nothing. Just kick back and catch some sleep for now ok? We'll be in the next room, just call if you need us." John nodded slowly as he drifted into a hazy sleep. Pete led Torrie into the kitchen, pulling her into a tight hug. "Hey Tor, don't cry hon" he said, seeing the tears in her eyes." He'll be fine. You have to pull yourself together for me ok? John is going to need a shoulder, and he knows you better than me, so I figure you're going to have to be up to the task. Someone needs to call Vince, as well as Becki and Maria, and we need to get a doctor for John.Ok? It'll work out, but you've got to be strong for him."

Torrie squeezed her eyes shut as she withdrew from her husbands embrace. Taking a deep breath she said, " Pete, you're right. This is what we do; we need to get a doctor up here as soon as possible. Calling Vince can wait, but not to long because John and I have to be at RAW in roughly four hours. We can't worry Becki just yet, she'll only panic and want to come down here straight away, and that will distress John even more. But I would love to know what is going on in Marias head, that girl has some explaining to do."

Pete hid a smile. When Torrie needed to, she really stepped up to the plate. "Torrie, if Phil was in a mood volatile enough to do this to John, if that's what we're assuming happened, he might do something to Maria if he catches you ringing. Send her a text message, and hope she has her phone on silent. I'm going to go into the study and call a doctor, I'll be right back." Torrie nodded absentmindedly as her fingers flew over the keypad of her mobile. The more she thought about the possibile outcomes of this situation, the more she worried. There was no way John would willingly leave Maria on her own with Phil if he'd pulled a stunt like this. She pressed 'send', and hoped the pretty diva had her phone on. She was slipping her phone into her pocket when she heard John mumbling something in his sleep. Curious, she padded into the next room. John was trashing around in his sleep and muttering "Ria ... Maria! Why..." Figuring she should wake him up before he hurt himself, Torrie gently shook Johns shoulder and called his name.

"John. Wake up, you're having a bad dream."

His eyelids fluttered as he stuggled to kick the sleep that claimed him. Opening one eye he muttered "Sorry Torrie, I was having a nightmare."

"So I figured. John, would you be able to tell me what happened? There is no way you can compete tonight, and we have to tell Vince something." Nervously awaiting his reaction, Torrie began wringing her fingers. Vince did need to know what was going on she told herself. And if Vince has to know, then I should have the right to know too.

Struggling to pull himself into a sitting position, John shrugged awkardly."You know I've had suspicions about Punks behaviour recently. I called him on it, and he didn't appreciate it. Case closed."

"He went all hardcore Mick Foley on you because of a remark about his attitude?" Torrie asked incredulously." John, no offence, but there is something you're not telling me. I don't need to know specifics, but I do want to know the basic premise of what went down." Lowering his gaze to avoid her eyes John nodded. "It was about Maria wasn't it?"

John winced at the use of her name before replying "Yeah, you got it. No one hurts Ria, Torrie, no one. I've been noticing things with her lately; she's closing herself off, she has bruises on her arms some days and she's so jumpy. I knew it had to involve him somehow, I guess he got one up on me. The last thing I remember is waking up on the side of the highway with my bags. Some college guy scraped off the pavement and the only place I could think of was here." he said, his voice drifting off slightly. ."She told me to get the hell away from her..." A tear rolled down his face, but he was refusing to cry anymore."I promised her I'd never leave her ... what have I done?"

"The right thing," a voice offered from the doorway. Pete had returned and had obviously heard the better part of the conversation. 'If she wants space man, the best thing is to give it to her. I know you're worrying about her, but they have to be at the arena soon right? As dumb as Phil is, I don't think he'd pull anything right now. It's his first day and if he shows up with an hysterical diva on his hands, he'll have shit to pay. Even when she gets there, Charlie and Shawn are going to be there. I rang Shawn a little while ago and told him to keep an eye on her, because there was a chance you weren't going to make it to the show tonight. He promised he wouldn't say a word to implicate anyone, and he'll keep us updated as much as he can. You know he'd never let a thing happen to her, especially because of her friendship with you."

John smiled gratefully at Pete."Thanks man. How did you know?"

"Saw the look in your eyes. We were worried after Marias phone call the other night, and when you showed up ..."

"She rang?" Cena asked surprised. "It must have been after the accident.." He filled the couple in on all of the recent events involving the trios travels. By the end Torrie was wide eyed and speechless, and Pete's usually smiling face was jaded by a scowl. " I guess she's made her choice though."

Pete smiled thinly."I wouldn't be so sure John. I'd say there's a very large chance that on her own with Phil now she's regreting what she said. People in situations similar to the one she's in are often so scared that they'll do whatever to protect themselves. You'll get her back, it'll just take some time and a lot of persistence on your part. If you truly love her, you'll find she's worth it."

"Believe me, she is."

'Sorry to break up this party guys, but RAW starts in just under two hours. We have to call Vince." Torrie had excused herself to use the bathroom and to check the time. Now, coming back to the guys she placed their speakerphone on the coffee table in front of John."I'll start, I guess, there is no way I want to go to RAW and leave you here John."

"Torrie,"Pete spoke up indignantly."I'll stay with John."

"No way, I'm not driving alone out there if Phil is on road still. We're all staying here." She dialled Shane McMahon, knowing that Vince would probably be busy this close to the start of the show. "Hey Shane," Torrie said, replying to his greeting.

"Ah Torrie. I suppose you're ringing to let me know why the HELL you're not at the arena yet!"

Torrie rolled her eyes in response. 'Yes Shane. Matter of fact, would you be able to put Vince on the phone please? I think he could deal with this situation a little better."

John and Pete snorted as Shane replied "What makes you think I can't handle the situation?"

Torrie was about to reply when John opened his mouth. "Shane, if you don't get Daddy-Mac right now, I'll show up and tear you a new one. Alright?" Pete imitated sticking a figner done his throat as Torrie hid her giggles. There was a clanging sound as Shane said "Just uh, a moment John. I'll go and get him for you." and dropped the phone.

Vince was heard arguing with a stage hand as he grabbed the phone."No dammit! My way or no way!" Clearing his throat he said, "Torrie, John. To what do I owe this pleasure."

The three wrestlers glanced at each other as Torrie spoke up. 'Mr McMahon, John arrived at my house this afternoon, and promptly collapsed on my doorstep. There is no way he can wrestle tonight."

They could practically hear the wheels turning in Vinces head. 'Well John, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Vince, there is no way I can compete tonight. I was ... um attacked on the road."

'Attacked?" Vinces eyebrows rose up to his hairline.

"He has a broken nose, lacerations, a bad leg and hes lost a lot of blood Mr McMahon." Torrie reported."We're on our way to a medical centre now."

"Thank you Nurse Torrie," Vince snapped sarcasticly. "If I'd required your opinion I would have asked for it. John, if this is the case, why did a very unhappy Maria Kanellis just walk past my office? Don't you travel together?"

"Yes Vince, but Maria arrived with CM PUNK, sorry Phil Brooks, tonight, the new guy."

"And were you not with them? You were supposed to get him here so I could get him a storyline! Maria is already in a storyline with Torrie, so that also has to go on hold! I now have to rustle up another half hour of tv for a show starting in less then three hours!" Vince thundered." Last time I checked the arrangements, you three were traveling in your utility vehicle to Las Vegas! If you were attacked, as you suggest, how the bloody hell did the other two get here?"

"Vince,"John said, clearly exasperated. "I don't know how the other two got there after Phil Brooks attacked me and left on the side of the highway. What I do know, is that he is currently driving a stolen vehicle .. which he took from me! Now Maria is in danger and has to be kept away from him as much as possible!"

Surprised by the outburst Vince was silent. "Okay, Torrie and John you have the night off." And with that he hung up the phone and screamed "Get me that son of a bitch BROOKS NOW!"

Pete stood up and headed for the kitchen. "Torrie, how about you come and help me with dinner so John can rest some more before RAW? " His wife nodded and left the room as John settled back under the blankets for another restless sleep.

Two hours later they had finished dinner and were seated back in the living room for RAW. The opening theme had just hit and JR and King were welcoming the audience and home viewers to settle in for a long night of action, with some upsetting news about the Champ, John Cena. Pete rolled his eyes and said "Now there's a surprise, I wonder what pathetic story they have dreamed up for you now John."

Interrupting the rapport between the announcers, Vinces theme hit, admist a loud booing and cries of 'assssshole,assssshole'. Vince hobbled down to the centre of the ring and began to speak.'Tonight ...I said tonight!" Vince waited for the audience to subside some before continuing. "I have a surprise for all of you money philandering gambling fools in Vegas. I'm a bit of a gambling man, and tonight I've taken a gamble on introducing to you our newest wrestler. If you thought Bill Demott was insane and disturbed, think again. If you thought Gene Skitsky was a psychopath, then you haven't seen anything yet."

King and JR could be heard deliberating in the background as everyone tried to figure out who it was.

"This man is on a rampage, and he cannot be stopped by anyone. Introducing, the new, improved, and totally psychotic CM PUNK!"

Eerie music filled the arena, but it was soon replaced by a loud rythmic drumming and howling screams. The lights went out entirely and a man screeching like a banshee came down the ramp, running at a great speed. His face covered in what looked like black coal, and wearing a long trench coat over tights, he entered the middle of the ring, with one hand hidden underneath his coat. A microhpone in his hand, the audience memebers who weren't cowering back in their seats looked at him expectantly. But he just kept screaming. And screaming, and screaming.

"Well, baaa God! I swear by all that is good and true in Oklahoma City that Mr McMahon has out done himself this time! But what does CM PUNK want? Is he going to talk?" exclaimed JR.

"HAWHAW JR, I don't know!" Replied King. 'But I do know that right now he sounds like some of the women I've gone to bed with! And that isn't a good thing!"

"King was that comment necessary?" The voices faded into the background as Torrie looked at John sitting next to her. He'd automatically tensed up upon seeing the arrival of Phil, and now she grabbed his hand to try and placate him. He gave her a wary smile, but turned his attention right back to the screen.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH" CM PUNK was still howling in the middle of the ring. Suddenly, he pulled out what looked like a bloody knife. As the audience gasped, Punk looked straight into the camera and simply hissed "John Cena. I only got half the job done ... but I will find you ... You will be NEXT!"

ooooooooooh wow now that's a long chapter! I'm warning you now, that come next week the updates will be further inbetween. Sorry guys, but I start uni again next week and that comes first ... but I will try and update at least twice a week promise.

Kinda a gay ending right now, but I'm starting to go cross eyed! you know the drill guys, thanks for reading, and feel free to review!