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Hey everybody! It's time, time for Summerslam, time for Jason to take the next step. Will he beat Shawn? Will their friendship stand afterwards? Will John keep his title? Read and find out. This is gonna be a LONG one!

Here We Go! HOO-RAH!

Brotherly Hate-Chapter Nineteen

"Good morning Miz-fits! It is now fifteen minutes past the hour on the eve of Summerslam! Now I…"

"SHUT UP Mizanin!"

Jason sat up in his bed in the hotel room he had been forced to share with Mike Mizanin. 'The Miz' had been grating his nerves throughout the night and the wakeup call was just another reason for Jason to be pissed.

"Calm down J.C. junior. I was just making sure you were up".

"Did a good job of it, when did you decide to stop playing the PS2 anyway?"

"About three, you wanna order breakfast?"

"Yeah, sure".

Jason put his head back down on the pillow as 'The Miz' called room service.

"…Eggs, bacon, waffles, pancakes, a couple of sodas and a coffee. Now my roommate will have…" he looked over at Jason enquiringly.

"A coffee and some pancakes".

"A coffee and some pancakes, ya get all that? That's right, room four two one, put it on my tab. My name? Cannon, Palmer Cannon, that's P-A-…."

Jason laughed and rolled off the bed, he quickly changed into his causal clothes and went to leave.

"Miz, if the food comes when I'm gone leave it by my bed".

"Cool, where you going?"

"To see if my brother killed Ric or not".

The night before had been pretty stressful, when Jason and John had arrived at the hotel they had found an irate Ric Flair complaining to hotel staff about a mix-up that had him sharing a room with Mike Mizanin, in the end Teddy Long had shown up and gave Flair a choice, either he could room with 'The Miz' or he could room with one of the Cena's. Flair chose John, much to the dismay of the older Cena, leaving Jason to endure an almost sleepless night with Mizanin. Mara had been forced to room with Stacy and Kristal and the three were placed in a room next to Jason's. The teen and 'The Miz' had then spent the better part of an hour listening to the girls talk through glasses pressed against the wall, Jason was never brought up although Mizanin's name came along quite often for both good and bad reasons. When Jason reached his brother's room John was leaving with all his stuff, Flair was yelling something from the bathroom while John was laughing.

"Yo Flair, chill man, it'll dry out".

"What have you done John?"

"Hey bro', nothing, Ric's just mad cause his thousand dollar suit 'somehow' ended up in the shower so I have to find somewhere else to stay tonight".

"Well, I'd let you stay but 'The Miz' is gonna throw a party tonight so I gotta move as well".

"Oh, well I'm goin' to the gym for a while, wanna come?"

"Yeah, I'll come after breakfast".

Jason returned to his room to find 'The Miz' in the middle of trying to eat his way through a king-size breakfast.

"Yours is over there" he muttered pointing to the bedside cabinet; Jason gulped it down quickly and went down to the gym.

Shawn Michaels continued to pound away on the running machine in the gym, most of the other wrestlers were using the weights, Shawn saw no need for that, he knew what he could lift and saw no need to push it, besides, he knew his back wouldn't allow him to do too much work with weights. He turned the machine speed up slightly and kept going, to him stamina was the key to victory, "Why out power them when you can out last them?" He had always said. Most guys that he wrestled couldn't keep up with him, they always tired out in the end but… there was something about this kid, he wasn't very muscular yet he could lift over three hundred pounds, Shawn could too but he was about twenty pounds heavier than Jason. Also, the kid never seemed to tire, he could go flat-out for a whole match and only show his exhaustion afterwards. Shawn turned the machine up again, across the gym he could see John pumping weights, Shawn may not have liked John but he respected him, although… he looked at the championship belt that John had next to him, it would be good to have some gold again, one last run before HBK finally decides to give it up. He smirked as Jason walked into the gym and sat next to John and began to talk, the kid seemed a lot calmer than he did before he faced JBL, he had a huge smile on his face and seemed to have a peaceful mindset, Shawn felt surprisingly calm as well. Shawn slowed down the machine and turned it off, he stared back across the gym at Jason and John, now both laughing at a joke one of them had just told, he headed out of the gym to go chill somewhere until it was time to leave for the arena, he stopped and stared back one more time.

"Bring all you got Kid, you're gonna need it!"

That night the Cena's marched into the arena, each had their own agenda, Jason was preparing to take the next big step and John was ready to defend his title against JBL one more time. Jason was already in his ring gear, the nerves were coming back in force but were nowhere near as bad as when he faced JBL. When they arrived at the locker room Jason found an old friend waiting.

"London!"

"How ya doin' ya crazy bastard?"

While John was changing in the locker room Jason spent his time talking with Paul London, Spanky and 'The Miz' who was replacing Scotty as Spanky's partner against The Gymini on Sunday Night Heat.

"So how's it going on the B-show Paul?"

"Well, I've only appeared on RAW once, all the rest have been on Heat".

"Don't worry London" said Miz. "You'll get up their soon, in fact…" Miz trailed off as Teddy Long and Palmer Cannon walked by, Cannon was complaining to Teddy.

"… and then I get told by the hotel manager that I got to pay extra for all the breakfast I ordered, I don't even like pancakes! If I find out who it was…"

Jason and Spanky looked at Miz.

"What? He deserved it!"

The show continued until it was almost time for Jason vs. Shawn. Both were preparing in their own way, Jason was stretching and pumping himself up while Shawn was shown praying as he always did. The video package hyping the match began playing giving Jason the signal that it was time to go. He smirked as he heard Michael Cole on the monitor saying the match was 'A battle of respect'. When he arrived at the sound area Shawn wasn't around so he took it to mean that he was going out first. His music hit to confirm that and he stepped through the curtain followed by Mara, He was getting a pretty mixed reaction from the Washington crowd but that was to be expected as Shawn was one of the most loved wrestlers in the company. When he got to the ring Shawn's music hit to a huge cheer from the crowd, HBK danced his way out playing to the crowd and pumping himself up, he laughed when he saw that Jason was wearing an old-style HBK t-shirt to the ring with 'Don't hunt what you can't kill' written on the back. Once the entrances were done the referee began giving the two instructions, when he finished Shawn held out his hand, Jason shook it and the match began.

The match was the best one of the night, the early going had been full of technical wrestling with both Jason and Shawn trying to psyche-out the other, Shawn's technical skills were better and he continually got the better of Jason until the frustrated teen ended the run of clean wrestling with a boot to the stomach of Shawn beginning the brawling. The crowd was solidly behind Shawn although there were a few Jason fans out there, just a few. Around the mid-match point the action really started, Jason was on the offence and tried to whip Shawn, it was reversed but Jason ducked a clothesline and came off the opposite ropes looking for a flying forearm, Shawn had the same idea and the two ended up taking each other out.

Both superstars were down and the referee began his count, at eight both Jason and Shawn suddenly nipped up to their feet, they stared at each other for a second then began exchanging punches, Shawn gained the advantage and backed Jason up against the ropes and charged but Jason countered and lifted Shawn up and dropped him across the ropes, Shawn dropped to his knees so Jason hit the shining wizard, he covered for a two-count. Jason was gaining the advantage and hit a powerslam for another two, he climbed to the top and came down with a cross-body, but Shawn rolled thought it into a pin of his own for a close two-count. The two got up and Shawn tried a clothesline but Jason ducked and nailed Shawn with a superkick, another cover, another two. Jason pulled Shawn up and attempted an impaler but Shawn grabbed the top rope and shifted his weight causing Jason to come down crotch-first onto his knee effectively giving himself an atomic drop. Shawn ran through Jason with two clotheslines and hit a slam, he climbed up the ropes looking to hit his elbow drop but Jason was already up, the teen stepped forward leapt all the way up to the top-rope and brought Shawn down with an impaler! He slowly rolled into a cover but Shawn managed to get a shoulder up!

Jason pulled himself up, he looked down and saw that his shirt was torn; he ripped it off and threw into the crowd in frustration. Shawn was slowly getting up but Jason knocked him right back down and hit the five-knuckle-shuffle, he lifted Shawn up for the F-U but Shawn slipped out and hit a DDT, he climbed to the top again and this time managed to land the elbow, the adrenaline began flowing as he went to a corner and began to tune up the band, Jason got up and Shawn staggered forward to hit Sweet Chin Music but Jason caught his foot, spun him around, lifted him up, and landed the F-U! Jason collapsed into a pin as the referee counted, one-two-SHAWN KICKED OUT!

Jason looked up at the referee in shock, then he felt the anger building up inside him and rolled to the outside and almost put his fist through the Spanish announce table, the crowd was willing Shawn to get up as Jason continued to throw a fit outside the ring, he grabbed Tony Chimel and threw him to the floor and took his chair, as he climbed back into the ring he hesitated. Is this really what he wanted? To smash one of his friend's skull in just to win a match? He looked from Shawn, still down in the ring, to the chair in his hand and a grin slowly formed on his face as the answer came. Hell yeah he wanted to! He started to get in the ring but someone grabbed the chair and took it out of his hands, he spun round in anger but stopped when he saw Mara standing in front of him holding the chair.

"Mara, give me the chair".

"No Jason, you don't need it!"

"Mara, give me the damn chair NOW!"

Mara took a step back in fear, then stood her ground, Jason would never hit her, and no matter how angry he was she always managed to get through to him.

"Fine" she said dropping the chair to the floor. "Take it, take it and smash his head in, end your friendship and prove to everyone here, and me, that you're no better than JBL or Christian! Go on!"

Jason looked from the chair to her; she looked him dead in the eye and said. "What are you prepared to give up just to beat him?"

Jason sighed and looked at the floor. "I'm sorry" he muttered and kicked the chair away before climbing back into the ring. Mara smiled, good old Jason, he always did the right thing in the end.

Jason rolled back into the ring, Shawn was still down, he could here a few members of the crown calling for the F-U. "If you insist" he thought and stepped forward, he grabbed Shawn's head and picked started to pick him up. Suddenly Shawn slapped his hands away and fell back delivering Sweet Chin Music to Jason's jaw on the way down. The sound of the impact echoed across the arena and Mara's hands rose to her head. "Oh no! I've cost him the match!" Shawn slowly draped an arm across Jason, the referee counted but JASON KICKED OUT AT TWO! Now it was Shawn's turn to look surprised, he recovered quickly and called for another Sweet Chin Music, he stepped forward but Jason lifted him up for another F-U, Shawn managed to slip out again and pull Jason into a modified roll up and got the three!

Jason leapt to his feet, for a moment he looked around in confusion, then Shawn's music hit and he dropped to his knees as the realisation hit him. He'd blown it; he'd threw the match away. He looked at Shawn trying to pull himself up and realised that if he'd only kept a cool head he'd have won, Shawn was spent, he could barely stand! If Jason had just hit a second F-U after the first he'd have won, going for the chair just gave Shawn the chance he needed to recover! Jason pulled himself to his feet and walked over to the celebrating Shawn. HBK turned round and saw Jason staring at him; he took a step back, not sure if Jason was going to jump him as the teen looked pissed off to a royal degree. These fears left as Jason held his hand out.

"You were the better man Shawn, in more ways than one, congratulations".

Shawn shook his hand and Jason went to leave, Shawn stopped him and pulled him back into the ring before hugging him, he raised Jason's arm and encouraged the crowd to give him a standing ovation before the two left, Mara hung back as the two talked.

"Tell me somethin' kid, if she hadn't been there to stop you would you have used that chair?"

Jason looked back at Mara before answering. "To tell you the truth… I don't know, I really don't know. I wanted to, but… I dunno, now you tell me, what would YOU have done in my position?"

"What? Use the chair? Tonight, no, not a chance. Ten years ago, yes, without hesitation!"

"Good thing I'm not ten years older then".

Shawn laughed as the two went their separate ways.

Back in the locker room John had already left, but he'd left a note saying how much he'd enjoyed the match and how proud he was of Jason. His match with JBL was on and he currently held the advantage. Jason and Mara were watching when Mara spoke.

"Jason? You're not mad at me are you?"

"You? Of course not! If anything I'm pissed off at myself! In fact, thank you! You stopped me from making a big mistake out there tonight".

"Yeah, but it kinda cost you the match".

"Listen" Jason said moving across to sit next to her. "You cost me nothing! I cost myself that match the moment I lost my cool. You stopped me from ruining my friendship with Shawn, I owe you big time!"

The two found themselves moving in for a kiss but Jason's attention was distracted by the monitor. JBL had gone for the Clothesline-From-Hell but John had avoided it, JBL had almost nailed the referee but avoided John's charge so the older Cena did it instead. No sooner had the referee gone down then all the cabinet members hit the ring to take out John. Jason sighed. "To be continued" he muttered to Mara before taking off to help John.

Jason ran through the corridors towards the ring, he suddenly was aware of someone running next to him. "Shawn?"

"Hey kid, going to save your big brother?"

"Yup, I gotta bail his ass out again, why are you coming? I thought you didn't like John?"

"I don't, but I figured you'd go out and help him so I decided to tag along".

Jason laughed. "Here comes the cavalry!"

The two came charging through the curtain and down the aisle to the ring; the Bashams and Orlando tried to cut them off but ended up on the outside, Shawn dived over the top onto all three. JBL was getting to his feet so Jason tried a superkick but JBL ducked causing Jason to nail John! The younger Cena stood in shock allowing JBL to come from behind with a low blow before pushing him out of the ring. John was getting up so JBL nailed him with the Clothesline-From-Hell; he covered as the referee came to, one-two-three!

Jason lay on the ground in pain as this all took place, for the second time that night the music and ring announcer told him the story.

"Here is your winner, and the NEW WWE champion, John 'Bradshaw' Layfield!"

Jason groaned and lay back down, after a minute he got up to survey the damage. JBL and the cabinet were celebrating on the ramp with the title and John was lying in the ring looking directly at Jason, his eyes were glazed so he wasn't fully aware of what had happened but when he would Jason knew he was going to get it and get it big time. He sighed and rolled into the ring to face the onslaught.

Might as well leave it there. Wow! Jason is gonna get it this time! JBL is the champ and it's all his fault. That's all for this but come back next time to see just how PISSED John is.

R&R (Please)

HOO-RAH!