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A/N: please R &R
John Cena. The name just made him sick.
Phil just couldn't stand the guy. For years he had to sit around and watch opportunity after opportunity just handed to him.
Was he bitter? Well yea he had a right to be. He'd worked hard his whole life to get where he was. Nothing was handed to him but he was still always given a back seat to Cena.
Vince calling both him and Cena to his office and telling him he would be dropping the title to Cena on Raw that night had sent him over the edge.
He'd pretty much thrown a fit and stormed out of Vince's office. He knew he was being a bit childish but his hatred for John wasn't a secret.
Why should it be? He wasn't the type of guy to talk behind someone's back. If he didn't like someone, he didn't have a problem telling them to their face. Something that had gotten him into more trouble and fights than he could count.
"Phil!" he heard John's voice calling after him. He didn't answer and just kept walking.
"Stop acting like a big baby."
He stopped in his tracks. "Fuck you Cena."
"Oh Boo hoo you're going to whine and cry now because you didn't get your way? When Vince tells me to do something I do it because it's what's best for the company. You should show some loyalty."
"What's best for the company? The only reason you're the poster boy for the WWE is because you kiss Vince's ass. He's clearly lost touch if he thinks what's best for the company is to give you the title for the hundredth time. You don't deserve this title or anything Vince just hands to you. Why does the spotlight always have to be on you?"
"And you think YOU deserve the title?"
"I know I deserve the title."
"Phil why don't you shut the hell up. I may not be the best wrestler in the ring but I've paid my dues. I've earned everything that's been given to me no matter what you or anyone else thinks. You know why you aren't where you think you should be? Because you keep running that smartass mouth of yours and act like you deserve everything. Maybe you should show some respect every once and a while."
"Don't preach to me about that hustle loyalty respect bullshit. I'm so sick of it. I'm so sick of you and I'm so sick of this company."
"Then leave! I'm tired of you attacking me for no reason. I'm trying to be the bigger man here but one of these days you are going to push me too far and I'm going to lose my patience."
"Is that a threat? Do you think I'm scared of you? I lie down and job to you in the ring because Vince makes me but that doesn't mean I can't kick your ass."
John didn't get angry easily but Phil was starting to piss him off. He clenched his fists angrily and tried to calm down.
"Forget it I'm not going to waste my time with you." He turned to leave
"I knew you were all talk." He heard Phil laugh from behind him. "Run along and go back to kissing Vince's ass. It wouldn't surprise me if you sucked his dick too. Maybe that's why he continues to shove you down the fans' throats when they are clearly sick of you."
Phil felt's John's fist connect with his jaw and he went reeling back. He fell to the floor but was up in a second and was about to take Cena down when he felt someone holding him back.
"Woah Phil what are you doing! Calm down!" He looked behind him to see Kofi holding him and Randy was standing in between them and John to make sure he didn't hit Phil again.
"Let me go I'm going to break that mother fucker's face!" Phil tried to move forward but Kofi wouldn't let him.
"Guys you can't do this here. Do you know how much trouble you'll both be in if Vince finds out."
He knew Kofi was right but right now he could care less.
"Come on man just walk away." Randy pleaded with John. John glared at Phil before deciding that that was what he was going to do.
He wasn't going to let Phil keep baiting him to lose to temper because he was going to end up doing something he'd regret later. He walked away without a word and headed to the one place he could blow off some steam. The gym.
Kofi let go of Phil once John was out of sight. "Man you should know better than to be getting into a fight with John in the middle of the Arena. I don't understand this whole animosity going on between you two."
"You know why I don't like him."
"I know but Cena really isn't a bad guy."
He rolled his eyes. He was tired of hearing about what a nice guy Cena was and how great he was.
"Yeah whatever. I'm going to go get ready for tonight."
Jessica Cena was sitting in the dressing room she shared with her brother when he walked in.
She looked up from the boots she was lacing. "You're late, the show is almost starting. You're never late. Where were you?"
"I was just blowing off some steam at the gym."
"Uh oh the only time you spend hours at the gym and forget about everything else is when you are pissed off. What happened?"
"Nothing I just got in a fight with Phil."
Her head snapped up at the name.
"Wait… you mean a physical fight?"
"Well I punched him but Kofi and Randy separated us before it could escalate."
"John are you crazy? What is wrong with you, you're not the kind of guy who walks around and starts fights."
"I didn't start it he provoked me."
She sighed and ran her hand through her hair.
"You should have just walked away."
"What so I'm the bad guy now? The guy is a little prick who needs to learn to shut his mouth."
"I don't know why you guys hate each other so much." She threw her arms up in frustration.
"You just don't get it because you don't really know him."
"Maybe YOU don't know him. Maybe you should try to actually have a civil conversation with him."
"Why are you defending him?" He looked at her suspiciously.
"I'm not defending him."
"Yes you are." He looked at his sister and saw that she was avoiding his gaze. "Jessica has he said or tried anything with you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Come on we all know he's had more than a few of the other divas in his bed and for some reason he knows how to charm women. Has he tried anything with you?"
She was still avoiding his gaze.
"Jessica look at me." She finally looked at him "If he did I'll break his neck."
She knew he wasn't kidding "N…no…he hasn't tried anything." She cast her eyes downward. "I don't even talk to him."
He stared at her for a few more seconds before deciding that she had to be telling the truth. His little sister never lied to him. As a matter of fact, he was the sibling she always confided in when they were growing up.
"Good. Keep it that way."
She heard her phone vibrating on the bench and picked it up before John saw it. She smiled when she read the text
'I miss you. Please come over tonight. I'm in room 602.'
"Who's that?" John asked
"Oh um….it's Nattie. She wants to have a girl's night out so I was just going to stay over in her room tonight."
She usually shared a room with her brother.
"Ok cool. I'm already late so I gotta get ready. I'll see you later." He grabbed his bag and went into the bathroom
She sighed in relief once he closed the door behind him. She scrolled through her contacts and found Nattie's number.
'Can you please cover for me tonight? If John asks tell him we are having a girls night out and that I'm staying in your room. I'll owe you one'
'Yea no problem'
She smiled at the reply she got. Nattie really was a great friend.