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Well here we all are yet again, the fanfic that aims to please and pleases to aim (What the hell?) Is slowly but surely motoring on. Sorry it took so long for me to update, me and my cousin had a little accident which resulted in a trip to the emergency room. I'm alright now though.

Oh and before I forget thank you to my reviewers BH is now celebrating over fifteen, and my brother said I'd be lucky to get five.

Here we go.

Brotherly Hate-Chapter Eight (Hey that rhymes!)

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Carlito's Cabana!" Smackdown, Austin Texas, one month away from The Great American Bash. Smackdown's premier interview show the Cabana, hosted as always by Carlito was starting off the show. Carlito apple in hand was on the mic.

"Now then, Carlito's guest tonight is a superstar who only recently came to Smackdown, a superstar who has decided to make an impact, a superstar who, unlike Austin Texas, is cool. So ladies and gentlemen, Carlito's guest on the Cabana tonight, 'The Masterpiece' Chris Masters!"

Masters music hit and 'The Masterpiece' made his way to the ring doing his usual entrance, Carlito greeted him with a handshake.

"Welcome to the Cabana Chris".

"Nice to be here".

"Let Carlito get down to business. Last week you were part of a brutal beat down on Jason Cena, that was cool by the way, but, as much as Carlito hates the Cena's why would you do that?"

"Well Carlito it's real simple, last week I was informed by a very reliable source that management here on Smackdown wasn't going to give me opportunities unless I made an impact. Well, I like to think my actions last week spoke for themselves, I took the younger brother of the WWE champion, slapped him in my Masterlock, and left him in a heap! Let that be a lesson to ANY Smackdown superstar, no-one and I mean NO-ONE! Takes opportunities away from 'The Masterpiece', so now I'm gonna…."

Masters was interrupted by Jason's music as the younger Cena came out, alone, and stood at the top of the aisle, mic in hand.

"Take opportunities away? Take opportunities away? Did I just hear right? You seriously think I was gonna take opportunities away from you? Well Masters, I gotta say, it's true, yeah it's true, it's true that you have a million dollar body, but a ten-cent brain! Last week you attacked me for no other reason but to make a name for yourself, BIG mistake. You see, next week Masters it's gonna be you and me one-on-one, and I'm gonna show you the true meaning of impact!"

"Next week? What did that Masterlock from last week do more damage than I thought?"

"No, don't worry, the match is gonna be next week because tonight I'm gonna hit you in another place it hurts, your wallet! Confused? Well I talked to Teddy Long and we decided to keep that little thing you did on RAW going. What was it called again? Oh yeah, the Masterlock Challenge! So tonight the first Smackdown superstar to compete in the challenge is gonna be me, Jason Cena! We even decided how much money you're putting up for grabs. How does thirty thousand dollars sound to you?"

"Thirty thousand? I make more than that in a week!"

"Really?" Thought Jason. "Me and Mara don't make that a week combined! I'm getting screwed!" He recovered quickly. "That's great, now you won't be so upset when I become the first person to break The Masterlock!"

Carlito spoke up. "Wow, you must be a real sucker for punishment, tonight AND next week? You won't even make it to 'The Bash' to face JBL, who incidentally is banned from the building along with his cabinet, Carlito wonders why" he added sarcastically. "But, as much as Carlito likes to see a Cena get his ass kicked, you interrupted the Cabana and…" he looked at the apple. "Dats not cool".

"Unless you can reach him from here Carlito there's no point in taking a bite out of that apple" Said Masters. "I have to say Cena, you talk real big for someone whose opponent is barred from the arena and is standing at leas fifty feet away from someone who could kick his ass with one hand tied behind his back!"

"Yeah" chipped in Carlito. "There's a word for that, Carlito thinks two are calling me a coward!"

"Yeah we are!" Yelled Masters. "You gonna do something about it?"

"As a matter of fact, I am!" Jason walked down the aisle, stopping at the bottom to take off his jacket and placed the mic on the floor, he climbed up onto the apron. But instead of climbing into the ring he stopped and dropped back down. The crowd booed. Carlito and Masters laughed. Jason picked the mic back up.

"Oh, one more thing I forgot to mention guys, when you mess with one Cena, you mess with BOTH Cena's!"

John's music hit and he walked down the aisle to join his brother, the two of them then charged the ring, Jason going straight for Masters while John brawled with Carlito. Jason tackled Masters and both fell to the outside, John clotheslined Carlito out of the ring but was attacked from behind by Christian, who had crept down to ringside unseen, he went for the Unprettier but John pushed him away and knocked him down. Suddenly Tyson Tomko got into the ring and ran right through John with a big boot, Tomko and the CLB then proceeded to double-team John until Jason re-entered the ring armed with a steel chair, Tomko and Christian bailed to join Carlito and Masters, who were making their way up the ramp.

"What the hell was Tomko doing out there?" Screamed Jason, the brothers were now back in the locker room. John was being checked over by an EMT following the big boot.

"Must've been the latest draft pick" replied Mara frowning. "Someone had to replace Hardcore and Dupree".

"How do you feel?" Asked the EMT, shining a light in John's eyes.

"Kinda….dizzy"

"Right….well the good news is you don't have a concussion, but the bad news is you're still in no shape to compete tonight".

"But…my brothers got…"

"Don't worry John" said Jason. "It's just a Masterlock challenge, and I'll have Mara with me".

"Yeah, wait I gotta go get a soda".

"But we're going out there in half an hour!"

"So? I remember on the Indies you were finishing a cheeseburger while walking down to the ring".

"Yeah …but… that was on the Indies, and it wasn't that big of a match".

"It was an IPW title match, against Samoa Joe!"

"….I see your point and will put up no further argument"

"That's just what I thought, I'll be right back". (If you're ever in a situation where someone is murdering all your friends then NEVER say that last line)

Half an hour later Jason was stood behind the curtain alone, Mara hadn't come back from getting her soda, he was extremely worried and had searched half the arena with no luck but John told him to go out anyway. His music hit and he walked out into the arena. Masters was already in the ring, there was a chair set up for the challenge, Jason climbed slowly into the ring, not once taking his eyes off Masters. The two stood face-to-face then Masters motioned for Jason to take a seat on the chair, Jason went to sit down when he heard a voice call out. "Hey! Street thug!"

Jason stood up and looked around confused, then his eyes locked on the big screen in the arena. JBL was stood there with his cabinet in front of his limo, seemingly broadcasting from the parking lot.

"Hello kid" he began. "Were you starting to miss me? I mean, using your pull with the GM to stop me from touching you? Getting me barred from the arena tonight? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were afraid, sorry kid, but there is no way you're gonna get a free pass on this one. You see, me and my cabinet may have been barred from the arena, but we have two friends who are not!"

At this point Christian and Tomko walked into the camera shot, JBL continued.

"Now then kid, when I got the word that I couldn't show up here tonight I made a quick phone call to Captain Charisma here asking him to 'collect' something for me. Something or should I say 'someone' very close to you".

The realisation hit Jason hard, he closed his eyes and groaned. "No, please no!" he thought.

"So with that being said" carried on JBL now walking to the trunk of his limo where Amy Webber was sat. "Guess who I have in here? Why, it's your little girlfriend Miss Daniels, you know what?" We're all gonna go for a little drive and…"

"HEY! HEY! JBL!" Jason had grabbed a mic. "You let her go right now! Because I swear, if you lay a hand on her you wont even make it to 'The Bash'! Cause I will hunt you down until you are nothing but a bloody pulp!"

"You want her?" Screamed JBL suddenly angry. "Why don't you come back here and get her?" Jason went to leave the ring.

"Oh, and one more piece of advice kid" sneered JBL. "Don't turn around".

"Don't turn around?" thought Jason. "Oh Shit! Masters!" He spun round just in time to be met with a chair shot that almost cracked his skull, Masters stood over Jason laughing, then called for the Masterlock, he pulled the dazed Jason up to his knees, then locked the hold in. Jason began struggling instantly, but already felt himself fading. There was no-one to save him this time….

Suddenly a drum beat hit in the arena and the letters H-B-K flashed on the screen as the final Smackdown draft pick was revealed to be the Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels! Maters immediately broke the hold and bailed through the crowd as Michaels charged the ring.

Backstage Michaels was checking on Jason.

"Can ya hear me kid?" He asked as Jason slowly became coherent.

"Yeah… I guess… but… Mara!" He suddenly yelled and went to jump to his feet but Michaels held him back.

"Easy kid, easy, I'll go get her, you just stay here".

He took off through the backstage area towards the parking lot, what he was going to do when he got there he didn't know. Suddenly he became aware of a loud banging from a door next to him, he cautiously approached and unlocked it. Almost immediately the door burst open and a young girl fell out, grabbing Michaels for support.

"Sorry" she gasped. "I was in there for almost an hour, oh no! I gotta find Jason!"

She went to run off but Shawn grabbed her.

"Let me go! I gotta find Jason! JBL's planning to ambush him! Wait, please don't tell me he's gone to the parking lot already".

"Calm down there li'l lady" said Shawn. "He never went there he's fine… not counting the chair shot and Masterlock of course" he added as an afterthought.

"Chair shot?"

"Long story, c'mon we better get you back to him before he DOES go to the parking lot".

They walked back to where Shawn had left Jason, he was still there, though a bit agitated, Mara ran up to him and gave him a hug.

"You O.K.?" she whispered.

"Am I O.K.? What about you? JBL…"

"It was a set-up, they never took me, Christian just pushed me into a closet and locked the door".

"Creepy little bas…"

"Yeah, thank God Shawn Michaels came and got me out of there before you went looking for JBL".

"Shawn? Oh yeah I gotta thank him" he looked around, but Shawn had decided to slip away and leave the two teens alone.

"So" sighed Jason. "Another week and another beat down, can't seem to catch a break can I?"

"You're not gonna start the 'I can't do it' speech again are you?"
"Nah, if anything this just makes me more determined to beat JBL, it's personal now. But for now I'm gonna have to settle for Masters, JBL will come later".

"That's the spirit. Now, let's get John and go home".

"That raises another problem, whose gonna drive?"

The two teens walked off, Shawn Michaels watched from a distance.

"Young love, there's nothin' like it".

Ooooo it's personal now!

Well here we are again, the end of another chapter. Next time Jason faces Masters, will the young Cena catch a break this time? Will he win? How will JBL up the stakes yet again? Will the Anti-Cena-Movement get bigger? What lengths will Christian go to to get the title? How does Shawn Michaels fit into all this? Am I gonna stop asking questions now? Maybe, but find out next time.

A quick shout out to Tajiri who has left WWE to go home to his homeland of Japan. So long buddy, thanks for the memories. And to Christy Hemme who was released last week.

R&R

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