Disclaimer: I don't own WWE; if I did I wouldn't be sitting here now.

Wassup? How y'all doing? Welcome to the latest instalment of the Fanfic where we take an OC and screw with his emotions. So, last time Jason and Shawn went for the tag team titles but failed, plus tensions between the two are rising due to the match at Summerslam between them. What'll happen this time? Who knows and who cares? Me that's who!

Here We Go!

Brotherly Hate-Chapter Seventeen

Mara and Jason were on rocky ground as they and John arrived for Smackdown in Detroit the next week. Despite his defence of her from Shawn the previous week it was clear that Jason was not happy with her about the mistake she made during their match with MNM. He barely spoke to her unless he had to and then it was only brief questions or one-word answers, she could understand his being upset but for him to take it out on her after defending her in front of Shawn was down right hypocritical. The two were sitting in the locker room alone; John was away signing autographs, as usual. Mara tried to get him to talk.

"Do you think you'll have a match tonight?"

"Maybe".

"Think Shawn's in a better mood?"

"Dunno".

"Are you going to talk to me properly?"

"Dunno".

"You need to grow up".

"Yeah, I'll get right on it" he muttered standing up.

"Where are you going?"

"To look at the card".

"Shall I come?"

"Nah, I'm fine".

Jason walked into the room where the matches were displayed on the board, a quick flick through told him that John had the night off, to his confusion, when he looked closer the board read 'Jason Cena vs. To Be Confirmed'. A continued look showed the same thing next to Shawn's name. His confusion getting stronger he searched out Teddy Long's office, when he got there he found Shawn, who was just as confused as he was. Both men had obviously been waiting for him.

"Alright Teddy we're both here now what's this all about?" Shawn asked.

"I'll take that question," said Palmer Cannon from the corner of the room. "You see you two, we noticed the confrontation you guy's had after your match last week and we figured 'what better way for you two to take out your frustrations than let the other choose your opponent?' So, you see this tumbler here? Inside it is every superstar on Smackdown and the two of you are going to choose someone, at random, for the other to face. So, wadoya say?"

"I say it's the dumbest, most hair brained…" Shawn began.

"I knew you'd like it! So who wants to go first?"

"I will," said Shawn, he stepped forward spun the tumbler a few times and pulled out a piece of paper. He unfolded it and looked at the name, frowned and handed the paper to Jason.

"Read it and weep".

"Simon Dean?" Jason laughed. "Thanks Shawn! I needed an easy match tonight!"

"Yeah whatever, just pull my opponent out will ya".

Jason spun the tumbler once pulled out a name and handed it to Shawn without looking at it.

"Nunzio?" Shawn muttered. "Cool, almost as easy as yours" he laughed patting Jason on the shoulder.

"Yup, nice easy night for the two of us".

Jason returned to the locker room just before his match with Dean, he had spent much of his time walking around and staying away from the locker room not wanting another argument with Mara, John still wasn't back yet and Mara looked concerned.

"Where were you? I was worried".

"I'll bet you were".

She bit her lip before replying. "So, who have you got?"

"Simon Dean".

"Oh".

"You coming?"

"Uhhh, yes".

They walked out of the locker room and headed for the ring. Mara made one last attempt at conversation.

"So, what's the plan?"

"The plan is I kick his ass!" He replied before muttering. "And you don't take me out again".

"WHAT?" She yelled coming to a stop. "You know as well as I do it was an accident!"

"Well maybe I don't want anymore 'accidents' to happen!"

"Well then maybe I shouldn't go out there with you tonight!"

"Yeah? Suits me!"

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

Mara turned and stalked off, Jason waited until she was out of sight before punching a locker next to him.

"DAMNIT!" He suddenly spotted a camera crew watching, they had obviously just captured the argument. "Get enough did ya? GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!"

Mara stormed into the locker room in a fury.

"What more does he want from me?" She said aloud. "I've apologised and everything". A voice behind her made her jump.

"Yeah, well, you know Jason, when he's pissed it takes a while". John said from the sofa.

"Tell me about it, sometimes he's impossible to be around and others, he's the best person anyone could wish for".

"I feel the same way, you want my advice? Stick at it until he does forgive you, because between me and you, you're the best thing he has right now".

"He's got you".

"Yeah but… " John sighed and looked at the floor. "I wasn't there for him when he needed me, you were. You've been there for him through everything lately, and I gotta say, when he's with you he's the happiest I've seen him since before we went all the time without speaking".

"Really? Why?"

"You see, Jason's had it rough his whole life, he's had a lot of problems, some he told me, some he only told Mom, some he's never told anyone but I've found out from other people. So what I'm saying is, be patient with him".

"What sort of problems has he had?"

"I don't think I'm the one to tell you, but remember this, stick with him because no matter how angry he gets, he needs you and he knows this as well".

"Yeah, and John? Don't tell him I said this but… I need him as well".

Meanwhile Jason was just making his entrance, Simon Dean was already in the ring and had apparently seen everything that went on as he had an evil grin on his face, the two got ready to lock up then Shawn's music hit and he came down to ringside, he walked round the ring with the intention of joining the announce team when Jason stopped him.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked.

"Scouting" said Shawn, before Jason could reply Dean jumped him from behind to begin the match. He pounded Jason back into the corner and gave him a snapmare, he climbed to the second rope and came off with a forearm followed by a cover for a two-count.

Dean quickly shoved Jason into a corner and choked him down.

"Where's your girlfriend now punk?" He yelled, the referee pulled him away but he hit a swift kick to Jason's face with his heel while he argued with the ref. Jason never felt it, he was stinging from Dean's verbal shot and could feel the rage building inside him. He pulled himself up, came up behind Dean and decked him with one punch.

"You wanna be funny do you?" He screamed picking Dean up, whipping him and giving him a powerslam for two. He picked Dean up and backed him into a corner, unloading with chops before whipping him across the ring and following with a stinger splash. Dean dropped down to his knees so Jason followed up with a shining wizard, he covered but Dean again kicked out at two. Jason climbed to the top and came down with a cross-body for yet another two-count.

Jason picked Dean up and backed him up against the ropes, punching and chopping him, he tried a whip but it was reversed but he came back with a big clothesline. Dean rebounded back up only for Jason to drop him with the impaler, he covered but pulled Dean up at two.

"We're not done yet!"

He picked Dean up and slammed him before ascending the turnbuckle again, he shot a glare at Shawn, now calling the action, and came down with a elbow. He walked over to another corner and tuned up the band then dropped Dean with Sweet Chin Music as he got up, he shot another glare at Shawn before covering and again pulling Dean up at two. He lifted Dean up to his shoulders and dropped him with the F-U, he didn't cover instead he had another stare-down with Shawn before picking Dean up and landing another F-U. He merely put a foot over Dean while the referee moved in to make the three count.

Shawn came in following the match and cautiously walked over to raise Jason's arm.

"I think you've killed him kid" he jokingly said.

"Not yet" Jason replied before walking over and dropping Dean with a third F-U. "Now I have," he said as Dean writhed in pain, Shawn cringed then looked Jason in the eye.

"Is there something you're not telling me here?" Jason shook his head.

"No, just venting some frustration, now excuse me. I have to apologise to someone".

Jason walked through the backstage area looking for Mara, he was amazed at how much calmer he seemed. He also had a huge feeling of guilt for how he'd treated her. He saw her sitting outside the locker room on her own, she saw him coming from a distance and looked the other way. Jason took a deep breath and prepared to swallow his pride.

"Did you see the match?"

No reply.

"I take it you didn't, I won though".

No reply.

"Look" he began knowing that if he didn't apologise now he wouldn't manage to do it at all. "I'm sorry, I had no right to treat you as I did no matter how angry I got. I'm stupid, I'm dumb, I'm lacking in mental faculties, I'm… what's so funny?"

"You are" she replied laughing. "You think slating yourself is gonna get me to forgive you?"

"Is that what I'm supposed to be doing? I was just listing my good points".

She laughed again shaking her head. "You're unbelievable," she said standing up and hugging him.

"So I'm forgiven then?"

"I dunno, are you going to lose your temper again?"

"Lose my temper? Me? Perish the thought, I NEVER lose my temper".

The two burst out laughing again just as Shawn walked up.

"I take it all's well in paradise then?"

"Yeah, we sorted it out".

"Oh good, last thing I needed was a pissed off teenager in the ring with me at Summerslam. You know their still scraping Dean off the mat with a spatula?"

"I take it you went a bit to far?" Mara asked.

"Only a bit, he was still breathing when I stopped".

"Oh, all right then".

"Anyway" said Shawn. "My match is next, wanna come and do some scouting?"

"Might as well, coming Mara?"

"Nah, I'm gonna hang out with Stacy and Kristal".

"O.K. later then".

"Bye".

When Jason and Shawn came down to ringside Nunzio was already in the ring, his bodyguard Vito was on the outside watching on. When they got there Shawn went into the ring whilst Jason went to go to the announcers table, suddenly there was a large cry from the crowd and Jason looked up to see Shawn making the pin, three seconds later Shawn was rolling out of the ring in front of him.

"Did ya see that kid?" Jason expression told him he hadn't. "Look" he said pointing at the screen as they showed a replay. Nunzio had taken half a step forward to jump Shawn as he got in the ring only for HBK to nail him with Sweet Chin Music.

"Just like THAT!" Shawn said snapping his fingers in front of Jason's face. "I put his lights out!"

"Yeah, but I'll be expecting something like that at Summerslam".

"Won't make a difference kid, no-one sees Sweet Chin Music coming!"

"We'll see Shawn, we'll see".

When they returned backstage Jason and Shawn headed their separate ways back towards their respective locker rooms, as Jason neared his a panic stricken Mara charged up to him.

"Jason! You gotta come quick!"

"What's happened?"

"It's John! He's…" Mara trailed off as Jason barged past into the locker room. The place was a mess, chairs were overturned the mirror in the corner was smashed and there was a dent in the plaster on the wall. John was lying on the floor; he had obviously just had the crap kicked out of him.

"John! Bro'! You alright?" Asked Jason kneeling next to him.

"Do I look alright?" Came John's weak reply.

"O.K. stupid question, which did this? Who was it?"

"… The Cabinet… they got me pretty good".

"Right…" the dangerous look was back in Jason's eyes. "Mara" he said standing up. "Get an EMT, then keep an eye on John".

"O.K."

Jason stormed out of the room and began looking for the cabinet; on the way he grabbed Finlay's shillelagh.

"Hey!"

"I'm borrowing this, got a problem?"

"Depends on what you're going to use it for".

"To beat the hell out of JBL!"

"Take it".

When Jason reached the cabinet's locker room he found the door locked, a few kicks sent it off its hinges but the room was empty, they weren't in their limo either, Jason found that out by breaking all it's windows. Eventually the group came out into the arena to brag about what they had done so Jason returned to the locker room to check on John. Except…

"Where the hell is he then?"

"I don't know, he disappeared when I went to find an EMT".

"Well, the cabinet are in the ring. So we better find John before…" John's music hit in the arena. "… oh shit".

"What should we do?"

"Go help him of course!" Yelled Jason halfway out the door. He got to the arena to find John cleaning house in the ring, Jason charged down to ringside and began brawling with the Bashams. In the ring John was beating the hell out of JBL, he went to hit the ropes but Orlando nailed him in the back with a chair JBL followed up with a Clothesline-From-Hell. Jason had gotten the better of the Bashams and charged he ring, he knocked down JBL and dropkicked the chair back into Orlando's face, the chief of staff fell to the outside while the Bashams returned to the ring. Jason took care of them but turned right into a chair-shot from JBL, Shawn was now coming to help but Orlando cut him off and gave him a flatliner on the concrete floor, he rolled Shawn into the ring where The Bashams stomped him down then picked him up for JBL to nail another Clothesline-From-Hell. The cabinet stood tall over the three fallen superstars as JBL taunted John with the title.

Well I'm done. Will Jason, John and Shawn get revenge? Will Jason and Shawn try and one-up each other before Summerslam? Find out next time and remember, in the immortal words of Ken Kennedy. "Nice guys finish last… thank God I'm an asshole".

R&R! (PLEASE)

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