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Hiya! Welcome back to the Fanfic that Vinnie Mac steals ideas from… what? Anywho, coming up: Jason and John go face-to-face just two days before Wrestlemania, will this go by peacefully? What do you think?

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Brotherly Hate-Chapter Sixty One-Face To Face

Smackdown, Green Bay Wisconsin, two days until Wrestlemania 22, the Smackdown roster were in their final stages of preparation for the biggest event of the WWE year. The whole show was full of guys trying to get one over on the rivals, get the last word in, or, in the case of Finlay, Lashley and Matt Hardy, brush up on their ladder climbing technique. For Jason Cena it was none of these, maybe a little of get the last word in, but to him it was just another day, another event, the only difference was he'd be face-to-face with the brother who stabbed him in the back almost two months ago. He knew there was going to be violence, in one way or the other, if there was then he hoped there would be security around to break it up, if he was provoked, he'd fight, but he wanted it to be broken up as quickly as possible, he was guaranteed John in the ring just two days from now, if they fought tonight then there'd be a high chance that one of them was going to end up walking into Chicago with an injury, and he'd be damned if he gave John that as either an excuse or an advantage. He continued to stare at the ground as the minutes ticked by…

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In another part of the arena John Cena paced his locker room with growing impatience, in a short time he'd be face-to-face with Jason, the ungrateful brat who he helped from day one only for the kid to try and push him aside to suit his own needs. However, despite his resolution, he felt a little pity for Jason, now the kid had no-one left, it was the kid's own fault, but it was still a little sad to think of, he let out a laugh as he thought about how the night would go on, Jason bitching about how he'd been betrayed and how he'd been stabbed in the back, some people just didn't see the big picture. He knew there would be a fight out there, the chair shot he'd given Jason the week before practically guaranteed it, he felt his secret weapon in his back pocket, he smiled, the kid wasn't the only one who could catch people off guard.

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Jason had also taken to pacing the room as the time of the showdown drew closer, Mara and Shawn were waiting with him in the room, Shawn had just told him that he'd be going out there with him, that put his mind at ease, Shawn would be an extra pair of eyes, help him make sure John didn't try anything and if there was a fight, break it up, everything was set.

"Kid" said Shawn, interrupting his thoughts. "It's time".

Jason nodded and stopped pacing, he took a deep breath and laughed, here he was getting pumped up for an interview? Just imagine what he'd be like in two days time, he crossed the room and headed out the door, Mara and Shawn following in his wake.

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In the ring Josh Mathews, the unlucky announcer who had been given this thankless task of overseeing this particular event, was waiting, with him was a table, with two mics, and two chairs. John's music hit and he came out to a chorus of boo's, he quickly made his way to the ring and hopped in, exchanging a glare with Josh, before heading to his seat, he grabbed his mic and leant back, putting his feet up on the table and causally waiting for his younger brother. The big screen then cut to a shot of Jason, Mara and Shawn heading to the entranceway when Palmer Cannon blocked their path.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To the ring, where I'm supposed to be".

"Not you, Shawn, I don't remember saying you were a part of this".

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying you need to return to the locker room, and you will not become involved in this interaction".

"And if I refuse?"

"Then I will be forced to utilise my power as network executive and have you forcibly removed and suspended, now, these gentlemen will escort you back to your locker room" several security guards came and stood next to him, Jason laughed.

"Someone's on a power trip".

"No, not a power trip, merely improving the show".

"Yeah? Well let me give you some advice, when I'm done out there… run".

With that Jason turned his back on Cannon and continued walking towards the ring, the DX music hit as he and Mara walked through the curtain and down to the ring. Jason shook hands with Josh before waving the pyro guys away showing how serious he was taking this, he picked his mic off the table before throwing his chair out of the ring, he then picked up the table and tossed that out as well so there was nothing but space between him and John. The older Cena smirked, then stood up and threw his chair out as well, the two brothers stared each other down before John spoke.

Well?"

"Well what?"

"Let's hear it bro' let's hear your pathetic little sob story of how you did everything for me before I turned on you, c'mon, spit it out".

"Nah, I'd rather hear you talk first, I'd like to hear the reasons why you decided family ties were worth nothing to you, and I'm sure these people would like to hear you talk as after Sunday they may never see you again".

"I thought you were above empty threats Jason".

"That's not a threat, that's just me telling you how I see it".

"You always did have a warped way of seeing things".

"Oh really? Explain".

"Alright, you've been acting as if everything we went through was all you, as if you were the only one pulling your weight, what you seem to forget is that I carried you the entire time we were together!"

"You carried me? Says the guy who needed my help every single time he defended the WWE title?"

John frowned. "I never needed your help! I could have kept that title on my own!"

"Is that so? Seemed to me that you were just a little bit of a choke-artist whenever you tried to go it alone, while I just kept on going, night in night out all the way to the top!"

"Listen Jason, do you think you would have been half as successful if I hadn't of been such a huge star? Do you think that you're first ever PPV match would have been against JBL if I had never faced him first? Do you think you would have faced Shawn Michaels at Summerslam, been in that tournament or got a tag title shot if it wasn't for me? Face it kid, I made you! I made you and I can damn sure break you!"

"You made me? Did you bring me into this world? Did you train me? Did you get me a contract? I'll tell you who made me, Mom gave birth to me and raised me! The guys at the wrestling school trained me! And I wrestled my ass off at every Indy promotion who gave me a shot until Teddy gave me a contract! You did nothing for me! Sure you took care of me when Mom was working but where were you when she was sick? Where were you when she died? Where were you while I was getting beat up in the street just for being your brother! You think what you did to me was the worst beating I've ever had? Let me tell you something, I was taking beatings like that while you were tagging up with Bull Buchanan! The only thing that made that beating any worse was that it was you who did it, the one person I thought I could trust! The one…"

"Whoa! Aren't we fired up tonight? Now you can get all emotional like you tend to do these days, but the fact remains, you would not be at the level you are if it wasn't for me!"

"Really? Look John, let's look at the facts, who beat JBL? Me! You weren't even involved in that match, and when I faced Shawn Michaels it was him who challenged me! So I had to be doing something right if someone like him would offer me a match, then there was the 'Deadly Games', I beat Kurt Angle, Shawn Michaels and only lost to the damn Undertaker because you got involved! How far did you get? Then at Survivor Series I went through three guys all on my own! And the Rumble, I went from number one all the way to number thirty! So you can credit my success to you all you want but even you can't deny that for me to get as far as I have I had to be good, and I am good John, pretty damn good".

John laughed. "Good compared with who?"

"Good compared with you! You piece of shit!" Jason's anger took everyone by surprise, even John took a step back. "Now we can bicker back on forth all night but I'm just gonna tell you what you're up against. At Wrestlemania I'm gonna pull that knife out of my back and drive it into your damn heart! At Wrestlemania I'm holding nothing back! You think there's a risk I won't take if it means taking you out? There is nothing, NOTHING that I won't do to get my revenge! And if that includes getting DQ'ed, then so be it! Because I would rather lose than let you walk away!"

"That can be arranged! You think that beating you got was all I had? That was me holding back, at Wrestlemania I will cripple you if you give me half a chance! They'll have to carry what's left of you out of there!"

"Listen to me, I would NEVER give you the satisfaction of letting you see me get carried out! If you want that to happen… you'll have to kill me!"

"You think I won't? Kid, after Wrestlemania I want you to do me a favour, tell the guy down in hell to save me a nice spot!"

"John, if I'm going to hell then I am dragging you all the way down there with me!"

The two brothers were now bringing new meaning to face-to-face, sensing that all hell could break loose at any second Josh forced himself between them, John took a step back then suddenly pushed Josh into his brother! Jason moved the announcer to one side then turned back to see John whip something out of his back pocket, he heard a hissing sound then felt searing pain in his eyes, he screamed and closed them, when he opened them again he couldn't see a thing, John had blinded him! As the teen stumbled round the ring John dropped the spray-can and picked up his mic.

"Guess you're not the only one who can have fun with a can of spray-paint huh bro'? Jason? Huh, guess now you really can't see me!"

He reached into another pocket and pulled out the chain, he wrapped it around his fist and waited for Jason to turn and face him before cracking it around the teen's skull! Jason went down and John taunted the crowd, he turned round to add more punishment but froze when he saw Jason fighting his way back to his feet! He quickly rolled out of the ring and grabbed a chair, he came back in and waited for Jason to stand upright before bringing the chair down across his head! The teen went down bleeding from his head and John went to hit him again but Josh jumped him! The announcer began throwing right hands at John and backed him into a corner but John kicked him away and knocked him down, he picked Josh up and threw him into the corner, before he could punish Josh more he noticed Jason getting up again!

"What the fuck?"

Before the teen could get all the way up to his feet John ran forward and kicked him back down, he set up the chair then picked Jason up and dropped him with an F-U right across it! He turned and posed for the crowd as Mara came in to check on her boyfriend, John turned round and saw her, she went to get out of the ring but he grabbed her and brought her back in, he shoved her into a corner and grabbed the mic.

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you, I just want you to give him a message for me".

Suddenly he grabbed her and planted his lips over hers! Her eyes went wide and she tried to fight him off but he just pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, after a few seconds he dropped her to the ground where she lay gagging and fighting the urge to throw up, he laughed and raised the mic.

"Tell him you got more outta that than anything you ever got with him! And in two days, you won't have a boyfriend to take beatings for you".

With that he dropped the mic and left the ring, Mara crawled over to Jason and tried to help Josh get the teen back to his feet.

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A short while later Jason and Josh were in the trainers room, Josh was getting checked over but only seemed to have a few bruises while Jason was lying back as the trainer tried to wash the paint out of his eyes. Shawn had just come into the room and headed over to Mara, she was standing by a sink rinsing her mouth, trying to get the taste of John out of it, she jumped as he touched her shoulder.

"You OK?"

"I'll be fine" she took another swig of water and spat it out. "I just hope Jason's OK".

"He'll be fine, he doesn't need stitches and they should be able to wash all the paint out".

"Shawn, I don't think we should mention what just happened to Jason, it might cause him to… you know".

"Yeah, you wanna talk to him?"

She spat out another mouthful of water. "Yeah".

Mara went and sat next to Jason while Shawn went over to Josh and whispered what Mara had told him.

"Can you see yet?" She asked.

"No" Mara slipped her hand into Jason's, the teen gave a small smile which she returned, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see her.

"Did he do anything to you while I was out?"

"No" she replied simply, Jason seemed to believe her, the teen then received another visitor.

"Hey kid!"

"Who's that?"

"What do you mean who's that?"

"Well it's a bit hard to tell who it is when I can't see".

"C'mon Jason, it's me, Mr. Kennedy…"

"Kennedy" finished everyone in the room, he laughed.

"Anyway, how ya doing?"

"Considering I can't see…"

"Alright, bad question, but you're gonna be OK by Wrestlemania right?"

"Yeah".

"Good, cause your brother deserves what you do to him after tonight, and not just for blinding you".

"What do you mean?" Asked Jason as Mara, Shawn and Josh all tried to get Kennedy to stop, he didn't notice.

"You mean you didn't see? Oh yeah, well he forced a kiss on your girl and… oh" he muttered seeing the looks on everyone's faces, they all turned to Jason, he hadn't said anything but his face was set with rage and his hands were balled into fists, he had clenched them so tightly that blood was seeping through his fingers.

End of Chapter

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Well there ya go, thanks to one slip of the tongue by Kennedy, the feud between the brothers has gotten even more personal. Coming up: Wrestlemania! Will Jason defeat his brother? How much blood will the brothers spill in order to defeat the other? It's Jason vs. John coming up next! Oh yeah, if I don't update again before No Mercy I'd just like to say… LET'S GO FINLAY! First Irish World Champ… I can dream.

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