Hey guys!
Here we go with Chapter Eight
This chapter will focus on Maria and Phil at RAW, until I can get Torrie,Pete and John there ... I know you guys just love reading about Phil lol - as well as out normal cast, we will see appearnaces by Trish, Shawn Michaels Charlie Hass and whoever else I decide to throw in here. This chapter will read like Phil and Maria have just arrived at RAW - by the end of the chapter they should be on the same timeframe as the others though.
I've decided on giving up apologising to Phils' fans. This is my story and in it he's a right ass!
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 Kane would get a decent storyline and Joey Styles would come back
Thanks to all those who reviewed, especially sian ,johncenasgurl, kiora storm & P. Dizzle tha Prime Legend Champion
From 'Knock Knock,who's there? ..
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!"
And now .. Chapter Eight ..
As Maria walked through the hallways of the arena she was certain that everyones eyes were on her. She moved silently, with her head down and eyes to the ground, unwillingly to let anyone see she'd been crying. Hoping not to draw any attention to herself, she hurried through the halls to find her locker room. For some reason, when she'd checked the notice board she'd been assigned her own locker room tonight. Not that she was complaining; but she always shared a room with John, and secretly she was hoping that would still be the case. John hadn't arrived yet, Maria had noticed, which had confused her a little, but if he didn't want to see her (which was understandable, she thought) then maybe that was a good thing. Finding her room, she entered and locked the door behind her. Luckily, because it was her first night on the show, Phil would be busy all evening. Just five minutes ago calls of 'Get me that son of a bitch BROOKS NOW!' had echoed through the building and he'd been summoned to Vinces office. Vince may have been a total jerk sometimes, but he was always friendly and professional whenever a new wrestler arrived; she didn't understand why tonight was different. Settling down in the make-up chair set up before the mirror, Maria sighed as she gazed at her reflection. Bloodshot eyes, pale skin. Wincing, Maria undid the jacket she was wearing, and stared at the blue and black marks dotted across both shoulders, five on each shoulder, hand prints. It would take a massive amount of make-up to get her looking anything like normal tonight.
Trish was walking through the hallway trying to find either Torrie or Maria, but so far she wasn't having any luck. She'd looked in Johns room first, and surprisingly it was still in immaculate condition. By this time of night, the Champs dressing room usually had scrunched up paper all over the floor, candy wrappers on every available surface, an assortment of Marias closet strewn throughout the room with magazines and cds all over the benches. It was odd, Trish was getting an eerie feeling, something was going on here. Her next step was Torries room; when Trish had checked the board there had been no record of Torrie having a locker oom to herself so Trish had assumed she'd be rooming with the other divas tonight. Still nothing. Trish re-adjusted her shoulder sling and frowned. Something was going on here and she was determined to find out what it was. Turning on her heel, she spun around. If she was going to find out what was going on she had to find the buildings resident gossip. If something was going on , he'd know what it was.
Ten minutes later she was banging on the mens locker room door. There was clearly people inside, she could hear them chatting away, ignoing the fact that she was knocking. "If you guys don't open this door!"The former Womens Champ yelled. "I will break this door down, dislocated shoulder or not!" She was preparing to ram the door when it opened and she almost fall through.
"Are you alright there Trish?" asked an amused Rob Van Dam. "Sorry, I was coming to open the door, but the prima donnas over there were still getting changed." He rolled his eyes as he nodded in the direction of the Spirit Squad, who were playing keep-away with Eugenes jacket.
"Oh yeah, thanks Rob I'm fine," she blushed."But I need to see Carlito, is he here?"
Carlito turned around at the sound of his name and strutted over to the open door. "That's cool." He leered."Did you decide you finally want a bite of Carlitos' apples?"
Trying not to gag, Trish swallowed before responding. "Uh no. I need a favour." With a glance at Rob, Mr Money in the Bank pushed Carlito out into the hall and slammed the mens locker room door closed. Checking to make sure no one was around, she moved a little closer to Carlito and decided that if she was going to find anything out, a direct approach was the way to go. Carlito had the biggest mouth of both Smackdown and RAW and would more than likely know something. "Carlito, what can you tell me about John Cena and Torrie Wilson? Why aren't they here?"
Carlito smiled."And if I tell you, what will you do for me?" He splayed his fingers over Trishs arm."What's in it for Carlito?"
Trish snatched her arm back."If you don't watch it, it will be a swift kick to the nether regions."
Wincing as he held up his hands in surrender,"Ok ok. Torrie rang Mr McMahon before, and she will not be here tonight, Carlito doesn't know why. Carlito has heard that John Cena is not here tonight either, he was paid a little visit from a wrestler who wants something back that belongs to him."
Trish looked confused. "What does John have that someone else wants? Aside from the title."
"John Cena had a little confrontation with this wrestler, and now this wrestler is on RAW and wants Cenas blood. Carlilto heard that if you need to know something, you should ask the person who asks the questions. But this is not the end. John will pay for what he has done." Carlito pulled an apple out of his pocket and took a bite before strolling off. "Now that's cool." Trish just stood there. Now she was more confused than ever. Torrie wasn't here, John wasn't here .. but she'd never asked about Maria! This was getting stranger by the minute.
Maria could hear a ringing noise, but she didn't know where it was coming from. It sounded like a song ... her mobile! Damn, where was it? She'd turned it back on when she'd made it inside her room, knowing that she could finally receive text messages without Phil trying to read them over her shoulder. Digging inside her bag, the noise got louder as she ruffled through her things. She pulled out her phone and flipped it open, hoping it was a message or even a missed call form John. Tears came to eyes again when she saw that it wasn't, but she opened the message anyway:
Hey Maria, Where are you? We need to have a talk missy, you freaked me out the other night when you rang and then hung up on me, is everything ok? I've got a feeling you need someone to talk to honey am I right? message me back a.s.a.p and let me know you're ok! xoxo Torrie
I hung up on Torrie? Maria thought, cringing. Who else have I managed to upset? Phil was right; I scare all my friends away, no wonder everyone is mad at me. Squinting through her tears, Maria hurriedly replied to the message, her fingers flying.
As Maria wept in her locker room, Trish was searching the halls. What was going on here tonight? Everyone was acting strangely; or at least stranger than normal. Lost in thought and failing to look where she was going, Trish crashed straight into a solid chest and fell on the floor. "Damn Trish I'm sorry." She looked up as Charlie Hass offered her a hand up. Smiling, she accepted. Gotcha! She thought. She'd always liked Charlie, and even better, he was close friend of John and Maria. Maybe he'd heard something. Even though Trish was a good friend of Maria and John, she didn't really get around with them as much as Torrie, Shawn, Charlie and Benoit did. Well, Benoit when he used to be on RAW anyway.
"That's ok Charlie. Actually, I was looking for Maria. I don't suppose you've seen her?" A shadow of doubt crossed Chalies face. He knew that Trish was friends with Maria, but Shawn had said that if anyone asked about Maria he hasn't supposed to say anything. Then again, Trish was a diva - she could get into see Maria where the guys couldn't - the bathroom. What better place to try and check Maria for bruises?
Clearing his throat he replied, "Trish, I think you better come with me." Taking her by the hand he led her down the hall and into the Heartbreak Kids locker room. Meanwhile, in Vinces' office, Phil was getting the dressing down of his life.
"I DON'T CARE, repeat I don't CARE what you did at OVW MR BROOKS, but here in the WWE you will NOT go around desimating my champion! You are a rookie, and here on probation might I add! You do not by any means have the right to come and start running the show! What made you think you had any control? I can get rid of you at any time I damn well please and if you're lucky, and you play your cards right it just might not be tonight!" Vince thundered." I am VINCENT KENNEDY MCMAHON and around here I make the RULES!"
"Sir, I .. I mean ..." Phil blundered, only digging himself into a deeper hole.
"I DO NOT remember telling you that you could SPEAK! The fans out there in that arena, have paid to come and see their Champion! Now, thanks to you, he's laid up somewhere with a concussion and a broken nose, probably needing a BLOOD TRANSFUSION! Let me tell you, if I don't get a decent explanation, and fast, I'll make sure it's YOUR BLOOD he'll be getting!"
"Well you see Mr McMahon ..." Phil stalled.
"I'm waiting," growled Vince."Continue."
"John has something that belongs to me. And if you'll excuse me for saying so, I want him pulverised and punished until I reclaim what's mine."
The gleam returned to the Chairmans eye. Yes, he was concerned about his wrestlers, but without wrestlers how would he keep the Company going? Business always came first."Go on Mr Brooks. It seems I've underestimated you." Seeing that the Chairman was prepared to listen to him now, Phil dived in.
"He has something that is mine - Maria."
An eyebrow arched. "You're proposing you two launch into a storyline for of violence and pain and the winner gets Maria?"
"No Sir. I believe that I can put John out of commission entirely. And if I do so I believe I should get the title. It's far to obvious if we fight for Maria in the beginning. The fans need to believe that Maria has turned her back on John and entered into an alliance with me. John and I will fight over something, sorry, someone else. Say, for example, John is after my sister. Yet by involving Maria, the fued will have so much energy behind it, and will be much more realisitic. In the end, the winner does get Maria, because I know that if motivated enough, John will put everything on the line to get her back. What do you say?"
Vince leaned back in his chair. "Well there are a couple of holes in this plan. How do you plan on taking Maria away from John? and exactly why will John be so desparate to get her back? And get rid of this sister idea. If we keep running on the raw emotion that this storyline will create, it won't be an issue. We lead the audience on by saying that John took something from you, and you want it back. That way, we know that they've split and John will do anything to protect her." He drummed his fingers along his desk top."Well?"
"Vince, Maria has already been taken from him, I made sure of that. And why does he want her back? Plain and simple - he loves her too much to try and live without her."
A low chuckle came from Vince. "Mr Brooks, might I say; I think I'm going to like having you here in the WWE. Welcome aboard." By this stage, RAW was about to begin. Vince and Phil left Vinces office, and headed to the Gorilla Position. It was time to introduce CM PUNK to the WWE family.
Back in Shawns' locker room Trish face was a picture of horror as she learnt of what had been happening lately. Her eyes brimmed with tears when she was informed about what happened to John and as the guys finished she leapt out of her seat. "We have to find Maria!"
"I know where she is,"said Shawn soothingly."I promised Pete I'd keep an eye on her tonight, and now that you know what's going on, this watch includes you Trish. You need to stay near Maria, even injured you can keep an eye on her and let us know what's going on. Because Torrie isn't here the tag team match she was scheduled to compete in tonight against Candice and Victoria was cancelled, and shes been relieved of interviewing duties. She should be in her room, we'll take you there now." Charlie rested a hand on Trishs shoulder as Shawn led the way to Marias room This was a part of the WWE that he hadn't missed at all.
Assuring the guys that she'd call as soon as she heard anything, or if something happened, Trish knocked on Marias door. "Maria? It's me, Trish. Are you there?" She thought she could hear someone sobbing as she waited for Maria to respond. "Maria, come on open up." Maria unlocked the door and a muffled response of "It's open" was heard. Trish opened the door and stepped inside, seeing the diva curled up on a bench. She was still sobbing, she didn't even know where all the tears were coming from, she'd been crying for what seemed like days and still they came. Trish moved over to her and starting softly stroking her back saying "It's ok, you're going to be ok."
Maria sat up suddenly. "How is it going to be ok?" She burst out." I've lost John, Torrie is mad at me and Phil hates me as well! What are you doing here Trish? If you stick with me you'll only get hurt."
"Maria Kanellis, stop speaking like that! It's nowhere near the truth and you know it." Trish replied softly, enveloping Maria in a hug, her gaze falling to the bruises adorning her shoulders. Once covered by make-up, tears had washed it away and the bruises were turning an off shade of purple. "Maria. Honey, How did you get these bruises on your shoulders?" Maria automatically tensed under Trishs question, unwillingly to tell her the truth.
"Um ... I was training pretty hard this week, I was supposed to have a tag team match tonight, so I was working out a lot." Maria averted her eyes. She was a terrbile liar, she could see Trish didn't believe her.
"Did Phil do this to you?" Maria hung her head in shame, still not answering the question. "That's abuse if he did hon, this needs to be reported ..."
Trish was interrupted by an hysterical Maria. "No! How dare you accuse Phil of such a thing!" She fired back, eyes blazing. "He would never hurt me, You don't even know him! Get out!"
Refusing to back down Trish spoke louder this time. "And the first thing someone does if they're being abused is deny it! There is no point trying to protect him! You don't need this, you're better than that!"Maria stood toe to toe with the injured diva, eyeballing her. "Get. Out."
"Maria .. " Maria continued to stare down Trish as she beat a hasty retreat. Leaning against the wall outside Trish pulled out her phone calling Shawn. As he answered, Trish replied "So what do you want first? The bad news, or the bad news?" And with that, Trish turned and went down the hall. As soon as she'd turned the corner, the door to Marias' locker room opened and someone slipped inside.
Meanwhile ... back with John and our favourte married couple ..
RAW had been on the air for just over an hour when Torries' mobile started buzzing. Pete and John, who were trying to follow the show shot her dirty looks as she pulled it out of her pocket." What? Settle down guys, it's only a message." Torrie opened the message and let out a sigh."Pete, can you turn that down for a second? I think you guys might want to hear this." Pete nixed the volume so Torrie could read the message to them.
"Torrie, I'm so sorry I hung up on you! Please forgive me, I really need you right now! I'm so scared, I'm at the arena and John isn'r here, and I don't know where he is! He won't answer his phone, I don't understand. I was mad at him and I said some things I shouldn't but then he left me! Tor, he promised me he'd never leave, he's just like everyone else. I'm so sorry for everything I've done, Phil was right, John is too good for me, it was only a matter of time before he realised it. I feel so alone. xoxo Maria "
Total silence overcame the room once Torrie had finished. John pulled his phone out of his pocket, and realised it had been turned off. It must have been knocked to the ground when he'd fallen. Turning it on the screen lit up. "17 missed calls,"John read sadly."No wonder she thinks I'm ignoring her. I didn't leave her by choice dammit!" He threw his phone to the ground as he started to get angry again. Jumping out of his seat he paced before the t.v.. " Doesn't she trust me at all? What has that moron been telling her?" he choked.
Pete grabbed his arm. "Man, sit down. Pacing isn't going to make things any better." Frustrated, John retook his seat next to Torrie. She took his hand again as a sign of comfort and tried to reassure him.
"John, you can't do anything while you're in this frame of mind. Settle down, and watch the show and as soon as it's over ... Pete! Down turn that television."
"Guys, you need to watch this!" They all turned their attention to the television and saw that CM PUNK was once again in the middle of the ring. "Son of a bitch" John swore quietly under his breath. He leaned foward in his seat as Phil began to talk.
" You might be wondering why you're 'Champ' is not here tonight." A chant of 'Cena,Cena' started up around the arena. "Well I'm here to tell you a little story as to why not ..." Behind CM in the ring was a blanket, thrown over what looked like a chair. "Once upon a time, there was a nice man named CM PUNK, who was dating a WWE diva named Maria. Some of you might know her." The arena was silent as they tried to understand what was going on." Maria was a diva, who worked for both OVW and the WWE. Now, CM - that's me, don't forget, after working at OVW, was offered a contract to the WWE. Absolutely in love with his girlfriend who already worked there, and thrilled by the chance to hit the 'big time', CM packed up his bags straight away and headed to Las Vegas. Are you with me so far?"
JR was muttering to King, "I hear it, but I don't like it. What could possibly be going on? What is the point of this story?"
"SSSHHH," whispered the King "I get the feeling we're about to find out."
"So anyway," CM continued, waltzing around the ring. "It was like a fairytale. That is, until I found out about a guy you all know as John Cena." A buzz could be heard around the arena as the fans whispered to each other." Now, John Cena, your Champion, was best friends with Maria, my girlfriend. Which was all fine and dandy, until he decided that he wanted her all for himself. Why you ask? Because he loved her! Because he still loves her!" The gasp from the audience was no so loud that it drowned out the gasp of the object under the blanket. He loves me? she thought. Then why did he leave me?
"SOOO long story short. I eliminated him. I got rid of your Champion. And just to rub it in even more," he lifted up the blanket revealing Maria tied to a chair, her mouth covered with type and arms and feet bound. "I took away the thing that means most to him in the world. His girl, the only one he ever wanted, and the only on you fans ever wanted to see him with. Miss Maria Kanellis, soon to be Mrs Maria PUNK.
The audience sat stunned as PUNK started screaming, just like he had with his entrance. Was John really gone? Was Maria going to be forced to marry that psychopath? Suddenly the arena went dark, and when the lights came back on, Maria was gone.
John sat staring at the screen. It might not have been obvious to the audience, but he could see the bruises on her shoulders and the fear in her eyes. "Pete, Torrie," he said in a low voice. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take a small trip to Las Vegas. Is that ok? "Torrie and Pete looked at each other, not wanting to disagree but at the same time wodering if it was the wisest thing to do. John continued. "If someone doesn't drive me, I'll drive myself. Take into account I more than likely have a concussion."
Pete sighed. "Alright then. Get your stuff together, Torrie help him out to the car."
As Torrie and John left the room Pete closed his eyes and shook his head before getting up. "Las Vegas, here we come."
Wow now that was longer than i expected. Now, with everyone on the same time and soon to be at the same location ... it can only mean disaster!
Thanks for reading guys .. hope you didnt fall asleep in the process lol
