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Okay, I'm warning you now, this chapter isn't as long as usual, but I broke two bones in my foot yesterday and I'm on a fair few painkillers. Hopefully I'll have another chapter for you by the time the weekend is out to compensate for the ridiculousness of this one - and to compensate for me making up my own words lol
You know the story ... i own nothing, no one, except the computer, Becki, and the fictional personalities of a lot of the people in this story ... some are true to form, others ... yes well
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This chapter is dedicated to all four of you - Sian (that chin line last time was just for you lol) Dani (no, you rock! thanks for the compliments, i hope he bled enough lol) Dorinda (i was thrilled to get your review .. praise in another language i thought that was awesome!) and Caitie702 (will they end up together .. or won't they lol thnks for the review!)
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From HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! ..
"You can do it John!" cried a muffled voice from the top of the ramp. He looked up at Maria, and instead of terror saw pride shining in her eyes. She was slapped again for her troubles, but she showed no signs of backing down. That was his Ri – she was definitely his number one chain gang soldier.
Cena hit the five knuckle shuffle and took Phil down with the FU! Phil stayed stationary for a couple of minutes before grabbing his head, rolling to the outside of the ring. He turned to head up the aisle, dizzy with pain. The crowd was cheering Johns name, knowing that this was almost over. Phil had almost made it up the ramp when he was stopped by a vehement Benoit. The Rabid Wolverine had been sitting on the ropes for the main part of the match, there hadn't been much he could do. But now, this was for Maria. Benoit followed him up and slammed his head first into a security barrier. Benoit then hit a slam onto the barrier, dropping Phil on the hard concrete floor. They fought the whole way up the ramp, trading blows. Phil got a thumb to the eye from Benoit, who then pulled PUNK into a swinging neck breaker, dropping Phil three feet onto the tables below the stage.
The crowd, absolutely loving what they were seeing, erupted in unison. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
The WWE Chairman was still at ringside, not believing what he saw. "This ... this is chaos," he mumbled.
At the same time, Steph and Linda were exchanging grins in Paul's locker room. They were worried for the welfare of their wrestlers, yes. But this was going to make the ratings go sky high!
Back in the ring, Adam had now attacked John, throwing him into a ladder, which the Spirit Jacks had brought ring side. John regained his balance, reaching down to the floor to find the busted tv monitor. Pulling out an electric cord, he wrapped it around the throat of Adam. Adam somehow miraculously managed to escape and put John in a sleeper hold, pulling him toward the table Glen and Rob had set up in the middle of the ring. Cena wouldn't quit, and powered out, and sent Adam through the table, with RVD climbing the turnbuckle and frog splashing him, followed by Glen who picked Adam up and chokeslammed him to the ground. As Adam crawled to his feet he hit John with a thumb to the eye and went for a suplex, but John reversed and suplexed Adam onto the mat. The Rated R Superstar fell out of the ring, and onto a pile of lumber jacks, which had been building below.
The Spirit Squad, Snitsky and Cage were all lying in one moaning mass in the corner. They had had enough. They were bruised and bleeding, and so embarrassed they didn't want to show their faces in a wrestling ring anytime soon. The Boogeyman and Aaron the Idol Stevens had jumped the security barriers and were trying to escape through the audience, Carlito, Eugene and Pete hot on their tails.
John stood in the ring, trying to catch his breath. Benoit was toying with Phil, slowly making him head back to the ring. On their way, they passed Show and Glen, who were on their way to head off Da Beast and the Riggs boys. Charlie ran up the ramp to untie Maria, and left her in the care of Torrie and Trish who had burst on stage. Victoria came out of nowhere to try and blatantly choke Trish but Beth appeared and delivered a chick kick to the red headed diva, making her fall to the floor. The girls had to drag Maria off the stage - she wanted to stay with John, she didn't care about her own safety.
Benoit rolled Phil back into the ring. By now, RVD, Paul, Jericho, Charlie and Shawn had entered the ring and where standing in a small semi-circle. Unbeknownst to Phil, he was about to receive the biggest ass-whooping of his career. They administered a round of sharp kicks to his abdomen legs before Charlie pulled him to his feet, striking him dead in the face. As Phil spun around with the force of the blow, he was subjected to the Walls of Jericho, with Shawn getting in his face the entire time.
"Who's going to take the title now Phil? Huh? Huh?" Shawn smirked, rolling around the ring, pretending he was suffering from a fit.
Phil screamed in agony as Jericho put all his force and weight on Phil's lower back. As it was, RVD had seen an opportunity and gone for rolling thunder, slamming PUNK to the ground, releasing Jericho's maneuver. Phil clawed his way to his feet, using Paul's legs to pull himself up. Big mistake. For his troubles he got a kick to the gut followed by a pedigree! By now, Phil's face was teaming with blood. His hair was matted with it, it was all over his tights. He could barely stand, and while he was receiving this wicked beat down, John was sitting on the ropes, watching it unfold. By now the OVW and WWE defectors were gone, chased from the arena. Phil was utterly alone.
Dragging himself to a turnbuckle he stood, leaning on the ropes for support. He failed to hear the snorts coming from the other guys inside the ring, or the jeering of the crowd. He was so out it he didn't even realise where he was; that was probably why he failed to hear Shawn Michaels tuning up the band. As the crowd chanted in unison, "Phil's a DEADMAN!", he walked right into the boot of the Heartbreak Kid and Sweet Chin Music.
He was absolutely still in the middle of the ring as John slowly hopped down from the ropes. He was beginning to twitch when John covered him and Benoit slid into the ring to make the count.
"ONE ... " Phil was starting to come around under John, he was moving, and he knew he had to move to stop John from getting the pin.
"TWO..."
and here we go ...
"BAHHHH GOD KING! CAN CM KICK OUT OF THIS?"
JR's voice was shot from screaming so loudly, his face was as red as the blood that was dripping all over the ring. The sight really was rather disgusting; when the fans and WWE staff saw blood in the ring, it was usually watered down, as the result of a gig. This time, however, no one was playing. CM and John hadn't been given the option of bleeding, they were fighting for real out there. The ring was a mess; weapons and bodies were lain out of the OVW boys who had been left behind. John's lumber jacks were playing up to the crowd, causing them to scream even louder. The atmosphere in the arena was electric, there wasn't a single person who wasn't standing in their seat. The fans were hungry. Phil's body was starting to jerk in the ring, John increased the pressure of his pin, but it didn't have the desired effect.
"I don't know JR! THIS HAS BEEN A HELL OF A MATCH! I DON'T THINK IT'S OVER JUST YET!" King responded excitedly in anticipation. Following the loss of their announce table and their monitors, the two RAW announcers were now sitting in the front row of the audience with their microphones; it seemed to be a hell of a lot safer than sitting in the firing line.
Chris Benoit was ready to see Phil get annihilated. In his opinion, what had been happening in the ring for the last half hour just hadn't been enough. He couldn't wait til the match was over and he had another chance to sink his boot into the former OVW champion. Son of a bitch, he thought, opening his mouth to yell out "THR..."
It was the calm before the storm. The crowd inhaled as one, sucking in a giant breath. Had Cena won?
The entire building was hushed, if not for the ragged breathing of Phil cast out on the mat you could have heard a pin drop.
Backstage, the girls gave up on trying to hurry Maria to the safety of a locker room and stood frozen in front of a monitor. Maria clutched Torrie's hand with her left, and Trish's with her right. She was shaking so hard she could barely stand still. She had absolute faith in John ... he had to win!
Groaning, Dan reached out his hand sleepily. He had no recollection of where he was, or why he was lying on ... the floor? He hit something with his hand, and quickly pulled it back toward him when he heard a familiar moan.
"Ohhh whoever that is better have some serious painkillers in their pocket."
"Becki, is that you?" Dan asked."I'd open my eyes to check but they feel like they've been nailed shut."
"Yes, it's me," she replied shortly, pulling herself into a sitting position. "What do you remember?"
Accepting Becki's hand Dan pulled himself up against the couch and glanced at her quickly before closing his eyes again.
"Not a thing," he reported, gingerly placing a hand to the back of his head. Ow that was a serious bump.
Surveying her immediate surroundings Becki's mind raced. They looked like they were in a dressing room of some sort. The TV directly before her caught her eye. Inside the ring was John .. and he was attempting to pin ... she squinted, her vision still a little blurry from the chair shot earlier. CM PUNK? Her jaw dropped. "We're still at RAW! John is about to pin Phil!"
Dan shot up like a tack, his memory flooding back. "We're missing the match! Where is Maria?"
They looked at each other guiltily. If Phil or his cronies had her ... they were dead meat.
Back in the ring, John gritted his teeth. It's almost over, he told himself. After this is done, you can go back to your locker room and chill with the gang. Then, you can go a hotel and just sleep for days ... as long as you have Maria by your side.
"THRE..."
John felt a sudden jolt underneath him as an arm shot out and hit in clean in the face. Phil had kicked out! Suddenly, John found himself flat on his back, Phil leaning over him.
"HE KICKED OUT KING!"JR roared. "CM KICKED OUT!"
"Morning John," Phil smirked. 'Miss me?"
John quickly brought his legs up, using the momentum to flip Phil clear across the ring. "Not likely."
He was about to charge at Phil when he stopped dead in the middle of the ring, clutching his stomach. Something was up. It suddenly felt like he had a hole inside of him, something was missing. What was it?
The crowd was deafening. Making up for the silence seconds earlier they were hurling abuse at Benoit. Whose side was he really on? As much as they were loving this, they had almost seen enough. If Cena didn't win this match, there would be riots in the streets of Pittsburgh tonight. The arena was jam packed, the first sellout show for RAW in a long time. And by god, the fans were getting their moneys worth.
Maria dropped the hands of her fellow divas and fell backwards in a dead faint. She crashed heavily to the floor, Torrie and Trish dropping to her knees beside her.
"Quick Trish," ordered Torrie. "Go and find a trainer!" Trish jumped to her feet and bolted down the hallway, leaving Torrie cradling an unconscious Maria in her lap.
"C'mon Maria," she murmured. "Not now, wake up."
Maria's eyelids fluttered, but she failed to respond. As Trish came sprinting around the corner with two trainers in tow, Torrie looked up at the TV monitor and then back to the fallen diva in her arms.
"C'mon John,"Torrie whispered furiously. 'Give her a sign, show her that you're fighting for her."
Dan and Becki turned to the TV just in time to see Phil kick out. Then as quick as it appeared, the image of John and Phil was gone.
A camera crew barreled down the hallway, almost knocking over Trish. "Miss Stratus, excuse me, we need to get through."
An indignant Trish folded her arms. "No. You want footage of Maria, you're not getting it." As the camera opened his mouth to speak Trish shot him down. "No way. If this footage gets up on the Titantron, it's going to throw John off his game. This is cruel! Who sent you? Shane? Vince? This has 'McMahon scare tactic written all over it'."
Unfortunately, for the girls, this little scene was all ready being played out on air. Dan and Becki bolted for the door after seeing Maria lying on the cold concrete floor down the hall. Someone had to get that camera crew out of there and fast, this could ruin the match.
Phil Irish whipped John into a corner, leaving the Titantron in his line of sight. His face turned a ghastly shade of white, a stark contrast to his flushed cheeks from seconds before. Maria was laid out on the floor, being cradled in the arms of Torrie Wilson. His heart racing, he started to climb out of the ring. He had to get to Ri.
Benoit grabbed the younger mans shoulder, preventing him from leaving. "John," he said warningly. "If you leave the ring I have to count you out. Don't do it man."
John was torn. Did he go to Maria now when she needed him, and risk losing her forever? His gaze drifted back to Phil, who was lounging on the corner turnbuckle, watching the Champ fret. Or wait until he'd won the match? Then it might be too late. The nagging feeling in the pit of his gut was growing. What could he do?
The guys watched as John's face dropped. They'd seen the same footage he had, but they knew he had to get his head back in the game, and fast.
Phil hopped down from the turnbuckle as John deliberated. He slunk over to John and starting whaling on him. Big pounding blows, yet John made no attempt to fight back.
His lumber jacks glanced at each other, rather alarmed. Um ... why wasn't John defending himself?
Jericho and Eugene headed up the ramp, going to grab Maria. Shawn, Rob and Paul jumped in the ring and pulled Phil off John, pummeling the man to the mat. Charlie and Pete grabbed John by the arms and pulled him to the side.
"Um, John what are you doing?" asked Charlie incredulously. "Get your head back in the game man!"
"John," Pete said calmly. "Maria is going to be fine. You need to pull yourself out of the state you're in, remember what is at stake here, and rip PUNK TO PIECES!"
But John simply stared at them blankly. No response, nothing. They looked at the audience, who seemed equally puzzled.
John looked at the fans, to Paul, to Shawn and Rob. Pushing Charlie and Pete to the side, he stormed across the ring and got straight in Phil's face. The pair locked eyes, neither backing down.
That was, until John pulled back a hand and slapped Phil hard across the face.
Blow after blow landed on the head of RAW's newest superstar. Blood was starting to trickle from the nose of CM, dripping down his lip and onto John's hand as he continued to savagly attack Phil.
Nobody willing to step into the ring to stop him, he just kept going ... and going ... and going.
And going.
Backstage, Jericho was rushing to meet Torrie and Trish. Maria was awake, a little stunned and very embarassed, but she would be okay. Jericho sped around the corner and skidded to a stop before the three divas.
"Oh Miss M.,"he gasped. "You're okay, thank god."
Maria cringed. "Did everybody see it happen?" she asked the room in general, being met with nods. "Oh snap, now they think I'm even dumber than before."
Jericho opened up his arms to Maria and she stepped into his embrace. It was nice, but not as nice in being the arms of another certain Superstar.
"How is he going Chris?" she asked quietly.
Jericho regarded her cooly. "He's coping out there, he's giving it everything for you Maria."
By now the trainers and camera crew had disappeared, leaving only Jericho and the girls in the hall. Maria opened her mouth to speak, sounding rather defiant. "I want to get out there," she said adamently. "I want to see John win."
Torrie shook her head. "Maria, it's a little dangerous ..."
"No!"the small diva virtually screamed. "He needs to know I'm okay." Twirling around she headed back the way Jericho had come. Nothing was going to stop her.
In the ring Phil was out for the count. His numb body now lying in the middle of the ring, all John had to do was pin him one, two, three for victory. The Champ stood, victorious. It was obivous this match was over, but the fans were still going crazy, they wanted the pinfall to make it official. Scouring the arena one last time, John dropped to his knees and covered the body of CM with his own.
Benoit slid to the floor, the audience jumping back to their feet and chanting with him in time.
'ONE ..."
"TWO ..."
"THREE!"
Benoit signalled to the Lillian that the match was over, and raising her microphone to her lips she could barely be heard above the commotion.
"Your winner, in this no holds barred, no disqualifications, lumberjack match ... JOHNNNNN CEEEEEEENNAAAAAAAAAAA."
The audience had gone absolutely nuts. This was it. The start of a new era of RAW, and who better than to lead them into the light? John Cena and his chain gang starlet, Maria Kanellis.
Benoit raised John's hand in victory, presenting him to the crowd. But he wasn't interested in the fans. He started to move out of the ring, but stopped, when he saw Jericho coming towards him, Trish and Torrie trailing behind. Their faces were solemn, showing no emotion.
John's face was etched with concern. Something was up. Suddenly, he found himself being knocked back between the ropes and into the ring. Before he knew it, he found himself with a petite brunette sitting on his lap, her arms wrapped tightly around him.
"Don't.You. Ever. Scare. Me. Like. That. Again!" Maria cried, punctuating each full stop with a chaste kiss to John's lips. He gathered her in close, pulling her body against his own.
"Never," he whispered, hugging her. This was it, he realised. She was his, forever.
"You better not,"she replied softly.
"Not a chance Ri," he gently pushed her off his lap so he could stand. He laced his fingers through hers and pulled her up beside him, not wanting the moment to end. Unfortunately, they were both still standing in the middle of the ring, in the view of their friends and millions of fans around the world.
"OI! Get a ROOM!" Jericho called out to a round of laughter. However, the laughter was short lived.
The lumber jacks stood congratulating each other on a job well done, as Phil was stretchered out of the ring, much to the amusement of the fans. Benoit stepped back into the ring, raising both the hands of Maria and John to the crowd. Benoit then pulled Maria too the side of the ring as John grabbed a microphone. He looked like hell; blood encrusted all over his jean shorts, through his hair and smeared across his chest. Mottled bruises covered his frame. Scratched laced his back and he would have a hell of a shiner covering his left eye when he woke up tomorrow, but he wanted to take some time to thank his fans.
"Are you happy now?" Benoit asked Maria teasingly where they stood.
"Very," she replied, blushing. John winked at her before addressing the crowd, and she melted. This boy was too much.
"Tonight ... "John began."Wasn't just about me. Tonight was about this beautiful girl standing to my right, to these soldiers standing before me, to all of you out there ..."
"Tonight, was about my business being shamed!" Thundered a voice from the stage.
"Tonight, and last week for that matter, was about the disgrace brought on to my family, and this company by those people who decided to take matters into their own hands."
"I WANT AN EXPLANATION! I WANT EVERY WRESTLER IN THAT DRESSING ROOM OUT HERE NOW! EVERY DIVA, EVERY INTERVIEWER! OUT HERE, AND IN THIS RING!"
"NOW!"
Hell hath no fury, like Vincent Kennedy McMahon.
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dun dun dun ... okay kids we're on the home stretch ... i have about three more chapters to go on this story ... speak now, or forever hold your peace! or something ...
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