Hey everybody! Here's the next RAW in Raea's RTWM! Hope you like!

In this chapter: John Cena's rap to The Rock and the confrontation between CM Punk, SVR, Raea, and Randy.

February 21, 2011

Save Mart Center

Fresno, CA

9:00 PM

I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. I was sitting down on the bench, watching the TV that was in the locker room. My laptop was open in front of me, having just finished talking with Draco, Clary, and my parents. They hated the fact that Seras and I were feuding again, but they had to deal with it. Just then, "2-21-11" appeared on the screen along with a timer counting down to 10:00.

In the background, a scene from the vignette that had been playing for weeks was playing behind it. Then, the normal opening RAW video started playing. Suddenly, the door opened and shut behind me. I jumped an inch and turned around, locking eyes with Randy.

"I scared you," he stated.

I shook my head as I turned my attention back to the TV, where the opener finished and the fireworks were going off.

"Hello everyone and welcome to Monday Night RAW! We're live in the Save Mart Center in Fresno, California! I'm Michael Cole, here with Josh Matthews," Cole greeted.

"We're just 41 days away from WrestleMania XXVII and last week, we found out that the guest host is The Rock!" Josh stated enthusiastically.

Just then, John's theme began to play. The crowd began to cheer as John came out from the back. He saluted the crowd then rushed to the ring. He grabbed a mic and his music faded as he pointed up at the WrestleMania sign.

"What a day," John started.

Some of the crowd began to boo. Others were chanting "Rocky!"

"Last night was the Elimination Chamber. The last shot to get to headline WrestleMania. One man walked out and will face The Miz for the WWE Championship. The rest are going to watch from the sidelines. The man that won RAW's Elimination Chamber was me, but all I've been hearing about since last week is some alleged comments made by The Rock."

The crowd popped.

"To be honest, I don't know what to say. I was going to let Rock slide because he's, well, The Rock. Roll the footage."

The footage from the week before started to play. I turned away, knowing exactly what Dwayne said about John. The footage ended and the camera focused back on John.

"You know what," he began, "Rock was pretty much making fun of me. I should probably say something about that." He paced the ring. He paused and added, "There's only one way I know to call people out and I haven't done it in a long time. I do have a degree in thuganomics. This is a one time thing for y'all tonight."

The crowd booed, but the cheers outweighed the boos. At that moment, realization hit me like a freight train. The rap he told me last night...I thought to myself. I didn't think he was actually going to do it, but it looked like he was.

"Let me get my chain out for a second." He took his chain out of his shirt. "Finally, The Rock came back, and everyone was with it! 'Till he said I was talkin' trash, but he would never be specific. I wasn't talkin' trash, Rock, I was talkin' truth. You left us high and dry to play a fairy with a tooth?"

I started laughing. I could hear Randy chuckling. The crowd began to laugh as well.

"And then you walk into this ring and tell these people that I'm lame man? He wore lipstick and rocked a skirt for The Game Plan. This Fruity Pebble that you dealin' with?" he continued, gesturing toward his current purple attire. "I'm not your average jabroni." He reached into his jorts pocket and pulled out a purple pinwheel. "I'm like a big purple pinwheel, Rock, so go ahead and blow me." He blew the pinwheel and smiled while the crowd continued laughing.

I was laughing as well. I could feel my eyes start to water.

"You're an electrifying YES, but hang with me that's absurd. See you gotta tell your family that you just got schooled by Barney's turd," he continued, the crowd and I still laughing. "No wait, wait, wait, that's your material. You can have your joke back. Don't go racin' to Witch Mountain 'cause your mountain is Brokeback. The Rock's new movie? Well, it's nothing like Walking Tall. He spends the movie in a bowling alley, polishing my balls."

We all were laughing like crazy. Amazingly, I could tell John was holding his laughter in. He was having fun with this.

"He's never with the people. Rock, your words are see-through. You imitate me every time you leave. For seven years, we couldn't see you," he continued, waving his free hand in front of his face. "And is it Rock, or is it Dwayne? Pick a side, come on son. If I was you, I'd stick with Rock, 'cause Dwayne ain't got a Johnson."

The crowd cheered and I continued laughing. I didn't hear the door open and shut a few minutes later.

"You'll see me at WrestleMania, I'll make sure not to miss it, but you ain't gonna whip my candy ass, dude, I'll make sure you kiss it," he continued. "You're the WrestleMania host, that's your role, know it. You tell these people that you love 'em," he added, gesturing to the crowd while keeping his gaze locked on the camera, "I'm here every week to show it."

The crowd cheered. He was completely serious at that point. I wiped the tears from my eyes.

"That's called a first round knockout. You know that I'm not playing. Run your mouth all you want, doesn't matter what you're saying." He dropped the mic and exited the ring as the crowd cheered loudly for him.

Suddenly, I heard someone scoff. I ignored the person as the camera moved back to Josh and Cole. They started talking about what just happened.

Then, Cole stated, "You know what Josh? I will put my differences aside with Lawler for an interview with him."

"Also, John Morrison will face the co-leader of The New Nexus CM Punk later on tonight," Josh stated, hyping the crowd for the match.

When he was finished, the 2-21-11 countdown timer returned, this time there were 46 minutes left until whoever was going to return...well, return. I turned around and saw Mike and Alex were watching the TV as well. I rolled my eyes.

"What, is this your new hangout or something?" I asked.

Mike shook his head. "We just heard you laughing, and we decided to see what was so funny," he answered.

"Well, now that you've seen it, what did you think?"

"Personally, I didn't think that was funny. He shouldn't be worried about responding to The Rock. He should be more worried about what I'm going to do to him at WrestleMania."

I looked absentmindedly through my bag. Suddenly, Morrison's music began to play on the TV, causing the crowd to cheer for the Shaman of Sexy. I looked up at it and watched Morrison limp down the ramp. I sat down on the bench with a grimace. I had had an injured ankle the year before. I knew how it felt.

Then Punk's music played, the crowds' cheers turning into boos, as the Straight-Edge Savior walked out from the back. I could tell he was also still hurting from the Chamber match the night before. When he entered the ring, the ref motioned for the bell to ring. Morrison and Punk went at it with Morrison taking control early. Punk pulled Morrison down and went to work on his injured knee.

Punk went back into the ring and kept focusing on Morrison's leg. Punk went for another leg submission then went for the pin, but Morrison kicked out at two. Punk went right back to work with another leg hold. Fortunately, Morrison got to the ropes, causing Punk to break the hold. Then Morrison fought back with right hands, but I could tell his knee was really bothering him.

Morrison attempted to hit Punk's face with his knee, but Punk kicks it. Punk then lifted Morrison on his shoulders and connected with the GTS. He then went for the pin.

"1...2...3!" the ref counted and motioned for the bell to ring, causing Punk's music to play once again.

"Here is your winner, CM Punk!" Justin Roberts stated much to the chagrin of the crowd.

As Punk celebrated his win against Morrison, I glanced over at Randy with a hopeful look on my face. He nodded. I stood up and we walked out of our locker room. We passed by Kofi Kingston. His arm was bandaged after Del Rio wouldn't release the Cross Armbreaker at Elimination Chamber.

He nodded at us, and we nodded back. Soon, we arrived at the door that led to the where the crowd was sitting.

"Randal Keith Orton and Azrael Myka Victoria, I've given the Nexus the night off. People came to RAW tonight to see me. I remember that night at Unforgiven 2008 when the two of you ruthlessly attacked me and you, Randal, punted me in the skull, causing me to drop the World Title," I heard Punk say.

I clenched my fists as the crowd booed at his words.

"The bright lights of WrestleMania aren't in either of your futures. The best option for the two of you would be to just walk away. Neither of you will be at WrestleMania because either the two of you will be too crippled to compete or because you care about your own, and each others, safety. Both Seras and myself will hurt the two of you if you both show up next week to RAW. We will turn you upside down and pull your hearts out on the mat."

Randy and I then slammed open the door, ran through the crowd, and slid into the ring, earning cheers from the crowd. We then double teamed Punk. We attempted a double RKO, but Punk slid out of it and escaped the ring. Just then, Seras and the rest of Nexus ran down to get Punk's back. I heard Randy pacing next to me. I dashed over to the ropes and clenched onto the top one, glaring at both Punk and Seras.

I couldn't hear the chants for both Randy and myself. Seras took a step closer toward the ring. I let go of the top rope, took a few steps back, and turned to face Randy with a smirk on my face. I then turned around right into my taunt which meant I was ready to deliver a Liplock to whoever my opponent was. My eyes were locked on Seras.

I could see the fear in her eyes as she clenched tightly onto Punk like her life depended on it. Punk kept his eyes on us as he whispered something in her ear. Her fear almost vanished with that whisper as her lips curled into a smirk. I slowly stood up again, the smirk still on my face. I then moved closer to Randy.

"What do you think he told her?" I asked him, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Probably what they're gonna do to us next week," he whispered back.

I shivered slightly. "Whatever it is, I don't like seeing her smirking back at me. Especially that one."

Randy wrapped his arms tightly around me as if he was trying to protect me from them.