CHAPTER 2
"Mickie?"
Mickie looked up to see her dom, John Cena.
"Yes?"
John walked over to MIckie and began to check her over.
"Taker said you had to talk to me about something."
Mickie gulped. She knew how John will act. John would be pissed off to the point where he would want to kill someone and she would try to keep him out of jail. Its been like that since they started their relationship.
"Um….."
John looked at her in concern.
"Mickie."
"Well, Chelsea and I were coming back from our match and we were stopped by Batista…."
John's eyes darkened.
"And?"
"He started going off at the mouth about he was hurt from his match and wanted me to help him feel better. He kept going on about wanting to get to know me. The Undertaker came and stopped him before he could say anything else. Batista got pissed off and told the Undertaker that is was none of his business and how I should be with a real man since you weren't doing a good job I protecting me."
John shot up and stormed out of the locker room with Mickie behind him, trying to stop him. John ran toward the other locker rooms. He barely heard Mickie calling his name. He found Batista's locker room and threw the door back. Batista looked up in shock. The ringrat he had moved away from him and into a corner. Mickie came in a few seconds later, standing at the door.
Batista came out of his stupor and smirked at Mickie.
"Hi Mickie. I knew you would come back to me."
John punched Batista in the face. He threw Batista onto the floor and continued punching him. Batista fought back as well getting a few punches in. the fight was violent. Mickie tried to get in close to grab John but couldn't. She tried calling John's name multiple times, but that didn't work either. Mickie ran to get help. She found the Hardy Boys and Christian and told them that John's fighting with Batista. They ran back to Batista's locker room and Christian grabbed John and pulled him away from Batista while the Hardy Boys held onto Batista.
"Stay the fuck away from Mickie asshole!" yelled John
Batista chuckled. His eyes were close to being swollen shut. His lip was spilt and blood was seeping through the cut. John didn't escape unscathed either. His jaw was swollen and blood was coming out of his split lip.
"Not if I can help it. She will be mine."
John tried to get at Batista but Christian held him back. Batista laughed and pushed the Hardy Boys away from him.
"You're not getting her!"
"I was her first John. She'll always come back to me."
John broke away from Christian and pounced on Batista. He landed a flurry of punches, letting out all his anger and frustration he had. Batista tried to fight back, but could only block the punches. A few minutes later, John got up and kicked Batista's balls, causing him to let out a groan. Batista had blood coming out of his mouth and his eyes were completely swollen shut.
His jaw was broken and his nose had moved a little bit to the left. John got down and moved right to Batista's face.
"If I ever see you near Mickie, talking to Mickie, scaring her or anything else, I'll make sure nobody finds your body. Understand?"
John didn't wait for a response. He got up, grabbed Mickie by the hand, and went back to their locker room. Christian and the Hardy Boys followed. The ringrat stood there in shock. Her head moved back and forth between looking at Batista and looking at the open door. She ran out the room muttering about crazy people.