Honey, I'm home!
Okay, not quite. But here is a new chapter guys! Hope you enjoy it muchly!
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I've decided this chaper gets dedicated to Kiora Storm – the first review I received for the last chapter lol – and for reviewing consistently and picking on my spelling ;)
(which, btw is forcing me to tell you guys again that im in australia .. australian spellcheck .. we use s's instead of z's .. this time i gave up and just changed half of it lol)
Thanks go to - Kiora, of course – CenaMariaLover – MissPhilippinesSuperStar – johncenasgurl (dani you rock) – Sian ( i was laughing so hard during ur last review! his chin .. the great wall of china ..haha) and of course P. Dizzle .. the match will be in the next chapter i promise
This one is more storyline than wrestling .. i couldnt find the energy i'm sorry and i felt bad for not updating
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Vince strode out of the Gorilla. To his left, Rob Van Dam and Carlito were cracking the heads of Mikey and Kenny together. To his right, Renee Dupree had just finished throwing Johnny off the stage, sending him on to the tables three metres below. Nicky was nowhere to be seen as Todd Grisham eagerly put his boot to the lifeless form of Mitch, glad that he could finally help.
Gawking in total amazement at the mess before him, Vince grabbed his microphone and yelled out, "STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!"
Everybody immediately froze. The fans were so enthralled by the whole spectacle that they hadn't even noticed Vince arrive. The divas stopped clawing at each other and Trish pulled back on delivering a chick kick to Mickie James as John warily turned to face the chairman, while still avoiding turning his back on Phil.
"I LEAVE YOU OUT HERE FOR FIVE MINUTES AND LOOK AT THE PLACE!" He screamed. "I don't know what to be more upset about! That my divas are fighting each other, my own wrestlers have turned against each other or that the idiot I some how gave a contract too has invited all his little friends over for a party! I don't want to hear excuses! HELL, I don't even want an explanation! OVW, get out of my ring and out of my arena! ALL OF YOU!"
The look on Vinces face was priceless; the vein in his head looked like it was about to burst and his skin was purple. He clearly meant business. Seeing CM's objections at the OVW boys having to leave he started again."NO EXCEPTIONS! OVW, OUT NOW!" Dutifully they left. Stopping to support those who couldn't walk on their own, the wrestlers headed past Vince and up the ramp. "DIVAS, OUT!" Victoria, Mickie and Amy slunk off, followed by Trish, Ashley and Torrie who all shot sympathetic looks at John in the ring.
"WWE SUPERSTARS, TRAITORS, UNEMPLOYED, WHATEVER YOU'RE CALLING YOURSELVES THESE DAYS SCRAM!" Vince again took the mike as Phil tried to leave. "Uh-huh, Cena, Brooks stay exactly were you are."
Picking up the fallen, the wrestlers all made their way to the back, Shawn, Paul, Pete, Jericho and Charlie all heading to find Steph. Benoit hung back inside the curtain just out of view; as much as he wanted to see if Maria was okay, he still had to pretend he was faithful to Phil.
"PUNK, when I said you had the main event match, I did not, repeat, DID NOT, give you free reign over my wrestlers and my arena. Cena, you directly disobeyed me, but now I think I see why. You two want each other? Fine. You've got it. Next week, live on RAW it will be John Cena vs CM PUNK," Vince paused for dramatic effect. The cameras were still running, and the show had to finish smoohtly after all. "John Cena
vs. PUNK, in a no holds barred, no disqualifications lumber jack match! Winner takes all!"
He paused again, and the fans began to stand, thinking the show was over.
"Winner takes all," he repeated slowly." Belt, title, your WWE contract ..." the audience couldn't believe this, this was what they'd been waiting for for years. The WWE looked like it was having some life breathed into it again. Tonight had been amazing, they could only hope that next week was as good too. They waited for Vince to finish, a buzz in the air.
"Belt, title, your WWE contract ..." Vince smirked. This would teach them not to mess with the boss. "And ... Maria."
"I love him as a friend ... as a brother, for everything hes done for me! He's always been here; I mean the others have too, but this is different, cos' it's him and he isn't like you guys ..."
The guys waited patiently. They knew better than to push her.
"So..?" asked Jericho.
"So..." she said." He loves me with this whole heart, you've seen it, in what he does for me, how he acts..." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "But how do I know what I feel? I don't even think I know what love is anymore ..."
"I don't know if I'm in love with him."
and now the complete and utter madness that is 'between friends' continues ...
Jericho and Benoit looked at each other, and then at the diva sitting before them. Although they were both married and in stable relationships, this really wasn't their department! How do you try and explain to someone what love is when they've been fed the exact opposite for so long that they know nothing else?
'Miss M.," Jericho said slowly. "I don't know if Chris and I are the right ones for you to having this conversation with."
Benoit nodded emphatically. "You know that if we could help you sweetie, we would. But this is ..."
Eyes wide Maria shook her head frantically. "Na huh, you have to help me!" She blushed a crimson red before replying softly. "I'm too ashamed to ask anyone else."
She sank down even lower in her seat, not able to meet the eyes of the men before her. They shared another look; Jericho looked pained while Benoit's brow was furrowed. Their usually handsome faces were distorted with confusion as they tried to contemplate what love was to them. That was a large enough task as it was, let alone trying to explain it to someone else. After a long period of silence Benoit spoke up.
"Nancy and I had been dating for over a year before I told her how I really felt," he said quietly. "I told her I loved her on the anniversary of our first date. I think I knew before that though; it got to a point where I figured I couldn't live without her. I felt alone and empty when she wasn't here, I would count down the days till I could go home and see her smile. My heart would beat incredibly fast, and I would sweat something chronic. This might seem a bit overboard, but ... I just knew. One day I looked at her and it dawned on me that I didn't ever want to let her go. At first I thought that I was feeling this because I was so alone on the road, and I was just desperate to see anyone when I got home. But when I injured my neck, and I was there all the time ... I knew that wasn't it. Even now when I look at her there are sparks there."
Maria lifted her head. She knew the guys were trying the best they could. She'd seen Chris on the road without Nancy, and sometimes it wasn't pretty! She thought about how she'd missed John when he'd disappeared. She had wanted to see him more than anything, she had missed him so much it hurt. There was no doubt there was a connection between them, a fool could see it. She brightened at these thoughts before her face fell. What if that was simply because she'd wanted to get away from Phil? Could that be all it was?
Chris was looking rather satisfied with his answer. He wasn't used to talking about this stuff to anyone, if anything the only person he felt comfortable talking about this was Eddie Guerrero. He felt a pang in his chest. He missed the Latino so much. He offered a silent prayer of thanks to the sky, to Eddie, for always being there and showing him the way, so now he could practice the things that Eddie had taught him. There was no questioning the fact that Eddie had made him a better person - he'd kept him grounded and kept him sane on the road. They were brothers, and they would share that bond forever. Chris chuckled inwardly. Eddie would have loved nothing more than to get involved in this mess, he was in his prime when he was helping people and helping the 'little guy'. He'd have loved to get Phil for sure.
Jericho looked at Benoit again, trying to read the look on his face. Maria was looking at the pair expectantly, she wanted answers. Jericho clapped a hand on his knee and stood, starting to pace around the room.
"With Jess and I, I knew I loved her when I got up in the morning and the first thing that crossed my mind was her. Whether she was beside me, or halfway across the country I felt like that in the morning, when we awoke we were connected, because I knew she was thinking about me too. Don't get wrong," he smiled. "I think about Jess at other times of the day too," he laughed, attempting to make Maria smile. He knew it had worked when a small flicker of a grin passed over her lovely features.
"I think about her when I'm in the ring, when I'm driving, when I lie in bed at night, even when Benoit is sitting beside me yammering on about something totally pointless."
Benoit groaned audibly. "Funny Jerky, real funny. At least when I talk it allows you to shut up about your precious Fozzy for five seconds."
Jericho stopped pacing and shot Benoit a dirty look before continuing. "I didn't tell her I loved her until it was almost too late. We hadn't seen each other for weeks, and Vince wouldn't even give me two days off to fly home to her. She had her bags packed and almost about to walk out the door when I rang her and pleaded with her not to go."
Maria gasped, caught up in the soap opera Jericho was telling. It sounded almost like a fairytale to her; both the guys had made love seem so simple. "What did you do?"
"Skipped a house show and left." He grinned. "She was worth that, is worth that and more. Got fined $5000 for it in the end, and I was suspended for a week, but I couldn't put a price on what I was feeling for Jessica. Still can't." He grimaced as something popped into his head. "She seems to be able to use my credit cards as justification enough anyway."
Benoit looked at Maria and forced her to meet his eyes. "Maria, we could sit here for hours and tell you about what we perceive love to be. But you have to ask yourself. Do you love John?"
She squirmed in her seat as she came under scrutiny once again. Jericho sat down again next to Benoit, and grabbed one of her hands across the table, Benoit following the younger man to do the same. They didn't always see eye to eye, but since Maria had come into the picture that had changed. They protected her fiercely, and made it clear to anyone who even thought about crossing her. They both felt responsible for this mess; with Jericho off touring and Benoit on Smackdown they hadn't seen her nearly as much. When they'd called and she'd seemed tired and unable to focus, she'd told them she was exhausted and they believed her. They knew John would have done all he could to prevent Phil harming her, he'd demonstrated that tonight. He'd gone to hospital for trying to protect her, and deep down the guys both knew that they were meant to be together.
"When he was missing, and I didn't know where he was I was nothing," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I felt so empty inside, I couldn't sleep and I was afraid. I don't know if that is because of Phil or not. I knew, selfishly, that even if I stayed with Phil, John would always be there, no matter what. I treated him so badly and I shouldn't have. I don't even know If I loved Phil, he made me think he did, and that I was dependent on him. John never did that; he was there for me while he gave me my space. He respected me for who I was, and I've never felt that from anyone before." She trailed off before composing herself once more.
"After Torrie, Trish and Charlie stood up to Phil in catering, I knew that Phil was wrong. They did care for me, lots of people did. I know that now."
"They do care Maria," Benoit chided gently, rubbing her hand in his. "Not did, they do. That won't change."
She smiled weakly before continuing. 'When Steph took me aside, and then took me to Nevada I was suddenly whole again inside. I didn't know why she was taking me there at first, or that John was even there, but as soon as we arrived I knew that everything was going to be okay. It was like you said Jericho, that you felt connected. In the hospital, when John woke up and just held me, not even saying a word about what I'd done, ready to forgive me from the start, I think I knew then that he did truly love me, that he was in love with me. Even before he told me, I could feel it, and it made me feel complete inside. I want to feel that again."
"Miss M., did you feel that tonight when John came down to the ring." asked Jericho. He smiled inside, he was pretty sure she had her answer. She just needed to say it out loud.
She nodded yes.
Benoit, catching on, asked the next question. "Do you miss him now?"
"I know he's around," she gestured to the building around her. "I know he's here, but I still wish he was beside me. I want to feel his arms around me." She whispered quietly. "I want to see his smile, I want him to make me feel safe. Forever."
The guys exchanged one last look before Jericho spoke up. "Miss M., do you love him?"
The question caught her by surprise. She looked them directly in eyes before blushing a bright pink. She giggles a little, like a school girl with her first crush.
"Yeah ... Yes, I think I do."
John Cena must have be channeling Chis Jericho - in a dressing room just down the hall from Maria and the guys he was also pacing avidly around the room, Becki and Torrie watching him in utter bemusement. For the last ten minutes at least he'd been doing circles around the confined space, obviously frustrated and not watching where he was going; he'd already walked into two chairs and a table, and was showing no signs of slowing down. Getting out of the shower, the full magnitude of the situation hit him. He was going to be virtually fighting for his life out there next week! Not only for Maria, but for his title, the respect of the crowd, and his job. Now, he needed to release all the tension he was feeling, but he couldn't slow down, and he couldn't put it into words; Phil had virtually taken all that was good in his life and shit all over it. How do you respond to that?
"So, word on the street is, you and Maria hooked up." Becki raised an eyebrow at her roommate as he threw his hands up in the air and flopped down on a nearby couch.
"I kissed her alright? Probably shouldn't have, probably won't get to do it again." he sighed heavily, running his hands over his short hair."Told her I loved her."
Torrie squealed in delight. "You told her! I knew it!"
"But ..." Becki deliberately trailed off.
" ... She never said it back," John finished, defeated.
Becki and Torrie shot knowing looks at each other. If things were going as they thought they would, Maria would have confessed her feeling to Jericho and Benoit by now. Torrie leaned forward in her chair and lifted John's chin. "That girl, is way in over her head right now,' she said softly. "She will show you in her own way, in her own time John. She needs some time to heal, babe."
John looked at Torrie, knowing that she was right. He needed to know though. Next week, he was putting everything on the line for the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He had to be able to separate the professional from the personal, and win that much for the right reasons. But did she, or she ever feel the same way. Becki stood, and came over to give John a hug.
"Cena, ever since I let you leave with that jerk that morning, you've gone soft. It's not entirely a bad thing, but the John I know would be out hauling some ass right now. You're sitting here like a whipped bitch, when the answer you need is right done the hall. What are you going to do?"
He shrugged her off. "Becki, as much as I love you, stop trying to play Devils advocate. You suck."
The group was interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by Benoit sticking his head into the room. "John, can I see you for a sec?" he inquired.
John leapt to his feet."Where is she? Is she okay?"
Benoit smirked. In all the time he'd known him, he'd never known John to get so flustered over a girl. But this was different he figured. Because this girl was worth it. Ignoring the question, he replied."She wants to see you. It's pretty urgent apparently."
Like a shot, John was off, only popping his head back in the door to ask where she was. Reading his face like an open book, Benoit simply said, "Paul's room," before the Champ could even open his mouth.
Torrie looked at Chris. "Is she okay?" she asked, sort of concerned.
Chris nodded. "She's fine. But she is about to rock that young mans world."
Sprinting down the passage John was overcome with fear. What if something had happened? Why did she need him? Praying to God that everything was alright, John opened the door only to find an empty room. His heart racing, he stepped into the room to find Maria calmly sitting on a bench. Immediately, his heart rate returned to normal, and he stepped toward her, closing the door behind him. There was something different about her, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. "Ri, don't do that to me," he exhaled, out of breath. "I thought something was wrong!"
Ignoring his spluttering she stepped toward him, almost seductively. His eyes were drawn to her hips as she strutted to him, tracing the curves of her form. "Ria, what's going on?" he asked, mildly confused. Closing the distance between them, she stood on tip toe, bringing her lips up to his. He marveled at the way they fit together; their bodies coming together like a jigsaw. She fit against him perfectly, he could smell the raspberry shampoo in her hair, the vanilla perfume on her neck.
"Nothing," she whispered, before crushing his lips to his. Stunned, he moved back against the door, leaning on it in an attempt to remain standing. His arms automatically locked around her waist, pulling her tighter as her lips moved deeper. He moaned as she pushed herself against him, forcing his legs apart so she could stand between them. Trying to get even closer to him, Maria slipped her tongue across his lips, begging entrance. As he obliged, they connected, her silky tongue exploring every region of his mouth. His hands roamed her back, one now running through her hair, the other caressing her bottom. Together they stood, interlocking. Time escaped them until Maria regretfully withdrew her mouth from Johns, nipping his lower lip as she went. Cautiously, she stepped back, remaining in his arms, but hiding her face, a little embarrassed.
When she looked up at him a moment later, he was staring at her in amazement.
"What?" she asked shyly, blushing. "Is something wrong?"
"Damn right there is something wrong girl!" John managed to choke out. "How come you ain't ever done that before?" His mind was still racing as he mentally filed the kiss away for safekeeping. This was something he never wanted to forget.
Still in his arms, she took another step toward him, regaining the closeness they had shared only moments before. "We've kissed before, " she murmured softly, lowering her voice as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
'We have," he agreed, mesmerized by her now swollen lips and bright sparkling eyes. "But it's always been me doing the kissing," he explained, resting his hands lightly on her hips, careful to avoid any bruises that might be there. He had to resist the urge to ravage her as she stood before him. He was painfully aware of the t-shirt she was wearing; it was the only thing she was wearing, and it rose higher and higher up her thighs with each movement. At her confused glance he lowered his voice, trying to tell her what he meant. "In the locker room ... the first time, that was for the show, for the fans."
At her hurt look he quickly back tracked to cover his footsteps.
"That was the first time I knew I really felt something for you. The other time ... in the hospital, I didn't want to scare you off, but I wanted you to tell you how I felt. Both times, I initiated the kiss. Now, you come at me totally outta left field, and I'm amazed baby girl. You .. damn, you're perfect! You're like a drug, and I keep wanting to come back for more. That kiss ... " He shook his head. "Tell me I'm not dreaming."
She giggled, a cute burst of laughter that came from deep inside; she was glowing, and it wasn't hard to see why. "If you're asleep, it's definitely a good dream, cos I'm in it with you!"
He loved that sound; one day, he hoped to do nothing but have the opportunity to make her laugh. The pearls of laughter bursting from her always brought a smile to his face, it was just one more thing that he found addictive about Maria Kanellis. Seriousness suddenly blanketed the Champs face. "Why?"
"Why what?" she asked, not sure what he meant.
"Why did you kiss me? Maria, right now I'm so close to losing it that if you tell me it meant nothing I'd quit this business and move to Brazil." His voice softened, he didn't want to hurt her regardless. "What does this mean? I'm finding it harder and harder to go this alone without you, I can't live without you any longer." He sighed. "I can't live without you ..."
"Because I love you," she finished.
He looked at her kind of funny. "Yeah because I love you." By this time, his hands were sinking lower and lower to her butt. He gave her a gentle squeeze and she smiled; that had always been her favourite bit of interviewing people on RAW, but she'd be damned if she let anyone find out!
She shook her head. "No, I love you."
"What?" By now the Champ was kind of confused .. was she saying what he thought she was saying?
"I love you, John Cena." Their eyes met as her lips descended on his once again, desire burning within them both. This time, he was responding with the same passion she had exhibited mere minutes before. She loved him! Now that he had that knowledge, he wasn't ever going to let her go.
Stephanie had just returned from the mens locker room, trying to convince the majority of the roster that they were still employed. "Dad, what the hell were you doing out there! A lumberjack match? Putting the title, a WWE contract and a diva on the line? What the hell are you playing at?"
Vince looked up from his desk, only to see an infuriated Stephanie fly into his office. 'Why hello Stephanie Marie, yes I'm great and I love you too," he snapped dryly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Yeah hi Dad etc etc .. CUT THE BULLSHIT!" She yelled, slamming her fists onto the desk and throwing his paperwork to the floor. "Explain to my why in the holy hell you're putting one of my girls and the hottest property in this business - that's John by the way, not that other moron - in jeopardy just to save your own ass!" Stephanie, small as she was, was trying her best to intimidate her father, leaning over him as he sat. Unfortunately for her, he jumped to his feet in defense.
"Why? I'm doing what you said! Stephanie, you said the story lines are shit! You want drama, you've got your drama! Now you want to play hardball by your own rules? John and Maria are deadest the hottest thing we have right now! I don't care how much you have vested in this personally, but as a business man I'm obligated to take this opportunity and run with it!" Vince's blood pressure was going through the roof. He was approximately two seconds away from losing his temper, and as he raised his voice to a dull roar, he was ready to explode. "You will not tell me how to run my business!"
"Business? Interfering in their personal lives is business! The one reason you weren't told about this in the first place was because I knew you'd exploit them for sure!"
"Exploit them? Who do you take me for? Do you think I wanted to be invaded by OVW?"
They now stood toe to toe at the front of his desk. Vince was making a concentrated effort to ensure that he got his point across. However, neither one noticed Vince's biggest adversary standing in the doorway. Linda McMahon.
"Vince," she said exhausted. Steph and her father both spun around to find her in the doorway, pointedly looking at her watch. "Number one, you're both right. Stephanie, you want to improve the business, we're going to have to use the divas - a storyline that features the entire roster feuding is nothing without our beautiful girls, you're just going to have to make some sacrifices. Vince, Stephanie is right, you're afraid of change. Accept the fact that the business isn't the same way it was twenty years ago - utilize the talent you have here, with the wrestlers you have! If they look good, then you look good." She rolled her eyes as Stephanie stormed out the door as quickly as she came. "Number two, it's past midnight, and I'm going back to the hotel!" She turned to follow her daughter, heading into the hall. "And unless you want me to file for divorce over this Candice Michelle issue, I suggest you follow." The door slammed behind her, and Vince cringed, slipping and falling on his ass as he bent over to pick up his papers. It was going to be a long week.
A group of superstars were crowded around the doorway to Paul's locker room. No one had seen John or Maria for a good hour, but from the sounds emanating from within the walls inside the rom, they had a pretty good idea of where they were. Torrie, Trish and Becki were lounging on the floor while the boys decided who was going to enter the room. They really didn't want to interrupt ... but they wanted to grab their bags and find a hotel. How long had those two been in there anyway?
"Let's 'rock off'," Dan declared. "That's fair." The boys all murmered their agreement, and after much deliberating Shawn and Charlie were the ones who had lost the most amount of 'rock, paper, scissors', and who ever lost this next game had to go inside.
"Paper, scissors, rock," the guys chanted, slightly prematurely.
There was no need for a loser as a whirlwind by the name of Stephanie McMahon barged through the crowd, banging open the door to her husbands locker room, simply stepping around John and Maria who had been knocked to the ground when the door opened. John was still fully clothed, and Maria was trying to cover herself in the small t-shirt she was wearing. She tried to quickly stand up, but John pulled her on his lap and made her stay where she was as the group erupted into a chorus of whistles and catcalls.
"OHHHH Johnny! Way to scoreeee..." Dan laughed.
"Damn Cena, is there anything you can't get?" Grumbled Paul. He was still slightly sore about the fact that this revolution was taking place and that John was in the thick of it whilst he was simply a bystander. It was bad enough that the fans loved him, Vince and Steph did too, and he could never hear it enough.
"Dammmmn girl you tamed the untamable! Props to Mariaaaaa!" Yelled Becki, slapping high fives with whoever had an open palm. All it took was one simple look of disgust from John to shut her up, and she meekly retreated, before coming forward to offer Maria some clothes she'd found in her travel bag. Seeing how uncomfortable she was John jumped to his feet and helped her up, allowing her to escape to the bathroom and get dressed. The rest of the Superstars filed into the room, closing the door behind them.
"Sooooo," asked John." What's the plan?"
Everyone turned to look at Stephanie, who had her head in her hands atop the table. Dragging her head up she shrugged. "I don't know. Find a hotel room for tonight and crash is my plan, before getting back on the road tomorrow and hitting the house shows on the way to Pittsburgh. My advice to you guys, all 10 or so of you would be to travel in a pack - assuming that Pete, Jericho, Becki and Benoit are staying on of course." Glancing at the quartet they all nodded, though Benoit looked uncertain. Noticing this, Steph spoke directly to him. "Chris, you'll have to appear on Smackdown this week, so Phil doesn't get any ideas - it's probably better if Becki and Dan can stay with you, at the very least if it's needed, you'll have some support."
Dan stood, and shook his head. "Sorry guys, I'll have to head back to work in the morning. But I can make it to Pittsburgh for RAW if you need me?" he offered. Stephanie nodded curtly in his direction. Obviously, he wouldn't be hopping off this crazy rollercoaster just yet.
"Becki will stay with you Benoit," she continued," As will Ashley, who is being transferred to Smackdown as we speak. As an additional bonus, Mysterio and Matt Hardy are being informed of the situation so we can count on them if their assistance is needed. Pete, Jericho, you will continue to have clearance to travel with the RAW Brand, but I must say it'd be wise if you all got out of her before my father changes my mothers mind." She stood warily, her husband moving to support her. She was exhausted, as were most of the athletes in the room, and more than anything she just wanted to crawl into bed. "For security reasons a floor of the Hilton near the airport is being reserved for us - we need to stick together and protect each other, most importantly Maria," she instructed. "If anything happens to her on my watch you can bet Cena will wring my throat - and somehow I'll make you pay too," she joked.
The group laughed nervously. As great as Steph had been, she was still the bosses daughter, and she still had to be treated with the upmost respect, like it or not.
They were still laughing when Maria exited the bathroom, heading straight to John who opened his arms to her. She was a snug fit as she wriggled closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Trishs and Torries eyes began to glaze over at the affection and comfort the two exerted toward each other, and instinctively Pete wrapped an arm around Torrie. Both being away from their wives Shawn and Charlie looked at each other and rolled their eyes - the scene was cute, and they missed their significant others, but they'd be damned if they'd admit it. Jericho placed a hand on Trish's shoulder and squeezed it gently, knowing that at home her husband and his wife were sleeping in lonely beds. Trish threw him a look of thanks as they all began to exit the room, grabbing their things, leaving John and Maria behind. This is what they'd been hoping for, and now it was all theirs. As he held her above the covers that night, John knew that there was no other place he'd rather be.
Surprisingly, the week and ensuing weekend passed by uneventfully. Not a word was heard from Phil or OVW, the house shows were a success and each day Maria regained a tiny bit more of her confidence, surrounded by the ones she loved. She had barely left John's side, and for the first time in a long time, she felt good just being Maria again. However, their troubles were just beginning.
They had just arrived at the arena in Pittsburgh, early Monday morning. After meeting up with Paul and Stephanie, as well as Benoit, Becki and Dan, they secured one side of the arena and moved in their stuff in preperation for the show. John was stressed, any fool could see it, and to make it worse Maria had to stay away from him in fear of Phil showing up and doing something. Right now, he was at the gym with Charlie and Pete, and he was literally falling to pieces. What could he do? He was about to face the biggest match-up of his life - and he knew in no uncertain terms that there was no chance he would come away unscathed.
Meanwhile, Benoit was sitting with Maria and the others in catering. Unbeknownst to them, OVW spies had arrived. From under a wide brimmed hat in the corner, Chris Cage pulled out his phone to text message Phil.
Dude, Benoit is here, and he's with the slut and her friends! What do I do?
Phil pulled his phone from his pocket. One new message, he read sitting inside his locker room. His face distorted with anger as he replied hurriedly. So Benoit was back with them was he? Well. he should have known that anyone who was once friends with Cena couldn't be trusted. Striding out into the hall he found Vinces office. He had a proposition for the Chairman, and although Vince was extremely peeved at him he thought he'd like it. He knocked and entered.
"Yes Mr Brooks?" asked Vince, raising an eyebrow in distaste.
"Sir, I want to request the rights to a special guest referee in my lumberjack match against Cena the Weiner!" As Vince began to protest, Phil held his hands up in surrender."Now, you don't have to worry, I'm sure this man will remain extremely impartial."
Vince was now intrigued. "Just who do you propose?"
Phil drew himself to his full height.
"Chris Benoit."
Mwahahahaha and that is that. It is now 1.09am and I'm too tired to write anymore ... but I'd love to get some reviews! anyone . .. please ...? i wasn't joking about holding chapers ransom hahahaha
anyway, hope you enjoyed it!
thanks for reading!
