Dark Saviour

Chapter 6 – The Positive and Negative Sides

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January 7th, 2008

"Well, that was entertaining," Jericho said as he walked into the locker room. Shawn, Hunter and Jeff were all sitting around the T.V. monitor watching the matches, while Brain Kendrick and Paul London sat a little off to the side, packing up their gear. All five of them nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I bet that was fun," Jeff smirked as he did his best not to laugh at the look Jericho was giving him. "It looked like you had a blast."

"Not exactly the way I would have done it," Hunter mused. "But it was an okay match in the end. Even if you had to let yourself get beaten up and tortured."

"Thanks for that," Jericho replied, walking over to his bag. "That is oh so comforting."

"I do what I can," Hunter shrugged.

"Yeah right," Shawn retorted, rolling his eyes. "You only do the bear minimum required so that the rest of us will at least tolerate you in our presence."

Hunter flipped Shawn off before turning back to Jericho. "He didn't hurt you too bad, did he?"

Jericho shook his head. "Nah, it will take more than that to hurt me."

"I don't know, it still looked pretty intense," Jeff replied. "Especially for a first match."

"He was never one to take things slow," Shawn stated simply, shrugging his shoulders. "He's also been out of the ring for some time."

Jericho nodded. "I will admit though, I do wish I knew why he decided to come back all of a sudden."

"This is John Bradshaw Layfield we're talking about," Hunter said, rolling his eyes. "He never did make any sense."

"You can say that again," Shawn nodded in agreement. "That guy is just plain weird."

"No, you're just plain weird. He's . . . well," Hunter shook his head. "He's JBL."

"I'm not weird," Shawn sniffed, giving his best puppy dog eyes.

"Of course you're not," Jeff said, putting an arm around Shawn's shoulders. "I'm weird, you're normal."

"If he's normal . . . I sure as hell don't want to know what the rest of you are," Hunter snorted, his brow raised in amusement.

"Oh be nice," Paul said, joining in on the conversation. "You're just jealous."

"Me? Jealous? You've got to be kidding me."

"You are so in denial. First sign of jealousy," Brian pointed out.

"Yeah and a black eye is the first sign you've pissed me off," Hunter retorted, moving to grab the smaller Superstar.

Brain moved quickly to avoid Hunter's grip and once he was a safe distance away, he stuck his tongue out at The Game. "Ha, you can't get me," he teased.

Hunter grabbed a bag from the bench and threw it at Brian, who dodged it nimbly. "Stupid high-flyers," Hunter grumbled.

"Hey, I take offense to that," Jeff pouted, putting his hands on his hips.

"Take all the offense you want," Hunter retorted, turning his back on the group so that he could stuff his gear into his duffel bag. Once his back was turned, he felt something hit him on the back of his head. Turning around, Hunter saw Shawn standing behind him, holding both hands behind his back.

"What?" Shawn asked, putting on his best innocent face.

"What did you hit me with?" Hunter said as he tried his best to hold onto his irritation as he gazed at Shawn.

"Hit you? I would never do a thing like that!" Shawn said in disbelief. "I can't believe you would even accuse me of something like that."

"Right," Hunter rolled his eyes. "Give it up, Shawn," he shook his head as he held out his hand.

Slowly Shawn took his hands out from behind his back to show Hunter that they were empty. Raising an eyebrow as the room exploded into laughter, Hunter motioned for Shawn to turn around. As expected, Shawn refused to comply.

"Let's see it," Hunter said impatiently, motioning for Shawn to turn around again.

"You never trust me," Shawn said with an exaggerated sigh before he complied and turned around to show Hunter what he was hiding. Hunter could barely hide his amusement as he saw a rubber chicken slightly tucked into the back of Shawn's tights.

"Nice tail there, Shawn," Hunter laughed, grabbing the rubber chicken.

"Hey, give it back," Shawn shouted as he tried to grab the rubber chicken from Hunter.

"I'm afraid to ask but why do you have a rubber chicken?" Hunter chuckled as he looked at Shawn. "And why were you trying to hide it in your pants."

"Doesn't everyone have a rubber chicken?" Shawn asked, putting his hands on his hips.

Everyone in the locker room shook their head. "Nope," they said in unison.

"Oh," Shawn pouted, deflating a little. "Well, I thought it was cool."

"Shawn, you don't know what cool is, remember?" Hunter pointed out.

"Which is why he has a rubber chicken," Jeff replied. "Though, I will admit, I do think they are kind of cool."

Everybody looked at Jeff, some in disbelief and some in amusement.

"What? They are," Jeff looked around at the group, trying to defend himself. "I mean it's a rubber chicken. They're amusing."

"Only you, Jeff, would find these things amusing," Hunter said, waving the rubber chicken in front of him. With Hunter distracted, Shawn grabbed the rubber chicken and moved to the other side of the room so Hunter couldn't take it back.

"Fine, I give up. You two are both insane," Hunter said, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"Did you hear that?" Shawn smiled, cheering. "We're insane!"

Hunter, Jericho, Brain and Paul all shook their heads as they tried not to laugh harder.

"I'm going to have to agree with Hunter on that one," Paul laughed.

"What the hell are you talking about, Paul? You're just as insane as the rest of us," Jeff smirked. "I mean, some of those outfits you guys have and those facial expressions, I'm sure somebody out there thinks you're on something."

Paul shrugged. "What can I say, I'm strange."

"More like bizarre," Brain replied.

"Hey!"

"That's just my opinion though," Brain shrugged.

"And your opinion counts for nothing," Paul retorted. "You're my partner after all, so what does that make you?"

"Does it really matter?" Hunter interrupted. "Can't we just agree that all high-flyers are odd?"

"Well, yeah, I guess we could," Shawn, Jeff, Brain and Paul nodded in agreement.

"Guess we can't argue that one," Jeff said as he turned to look at Jericho. "How is you're neck doing?"

"My neck?" Jericho asked in confusion, as he was once again the focus of attention.

"Yeah, that cable around your neck looked painful. I didn't know if you would be feeling anything now that the adrenaline is wearing off."

"Ah, I'm okay. Little tender, but on the whole, I'm good," Jericho answered as he rubbed his neck a little. "I'll probably be feeling it more tomorrow morning."

"I know how you can fix that," Shawn piped up.

"Shut it, Shawn," Jericho replied, refusing to look at the other Superstar as he turned to face Jeff. "Are you ready to go?"

Jeff's reply was interrupted when someone knocked on the door. Shawn bounced over to open it and revealed a stagehand standing on the other side.

"You're on in five minutes, Jeff."

Jeff nodded as he got up to follow the stagehand. Before he got to the door, he turned to look at Jericho. "I'll be ready to go in about an hour. First, I get to be in a cage with the Samoan Bulldozer."

"See you after," Jericho nodded as Jeff left the room.

"So, you guys still together?" Shawn asked after a moment of silence.

"What are you talking about, Shawn?" Jericho replied his brow furrowed. "Jeff and I were never together."

"Oh, I thought that I had heard that you two had gotten together a month or so after New Years?"

Jericho shook his head. "I have no idea where you heard that, but you heard wrong."

"Hold up," Brain said, putting his hand's up. "You and Jeff?"

"Yeah, they're both gay," Shawn smiled, putting an arm around Jericho's shoulders. "Isn't it romantic?"

"Hmm," Paul looked at Jericho. "It's definitely an . . . interesting revelation."

"Well, don't go making a big deal about it," Jericho said as he walked over to the T.V. monitor just in time to see Jeff come down the ramp. "Nothing is going on between us."

"Sure, of course there isn't," Shawn smiled, taking a seat next to Jericho. "And you've finally taken an interest in watching his matches because?"

"Because I'm bored and it gives me something to do while I wait," Jericho retorted, rolling his eyes.

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. It's more then that and you know it."

"No, it's not," Jericho shook his head, turning his attention back to the monitor. "Can't a guy just watch his friend fight?"

"Of course he can. It's just a little bit different when that guy also slept with said friend."

"You slept with him!" Brian asked in shock, sitting on the other side of Jericho. "When?"

"Do we really have to talk about it?" Jericho snapped slightly.

"Sounds like somebody's regretting it," Hunter teased.

"I'm not . . . I mean, I don't. I just don't really want to talk about it," Jericho replied, his voice holding a hint of anger.

"Okay, okay. Don't bite my head off. It just sounded like . . ."

"Like I regretted it, I get it, but what about you and Adam, huh? Why don't we talk about that?" Jericho interrupted bitterly.

"Wow," Paul said after a moment of silence. "Sounds like somebody needs to get laid and quick."

"Sorry," Jericho sighed. "It's just that . . ." he paused as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Just what?" Brain asked calmly.

"It's just, with this strange new storyline and being constantly reminded about what happened over the Christmas holidays . . . I guess I'm just a tad frustrated."

"What happened over the holidays?" Paul asked, his curiousity getting the better of him.

"Oh, you know, the usual," Shawn shrugged. "He broke up with Cena, hooked up with Jeff, broke up with Jeff . . ."

"I didn't break up with him," Jericho retorted. "We were never together to begin with."

"Well, whatever you want to call it," Shawn amended, waving his hand. "According to you, you didn't continue that part of your relationship."

"Yes, Jeff and I slept together. No, we haven't started a relationship or slept together since. We agreed to just be friends, nothing more, nothing less," Jericho snapped. "What does it matter to you anyway?"

"I was just curious," Paul replied. "Not every day you find out a friend of yours slept with another friend."

"I'm sorry," Jericho muttered sheepishly, hating the fact that he got so defensive.

It's not like we haven't talked about what happened . . .

"Don't worry about it," Shawn smiled. "We all get stressed."

"Especially when you're being hounded by Shawn," Hunter added, earning himself a punch in the arm from said Superstar.

"Thanks guys and sorry about that, Hunter. I didn't mean to take a stab at you."

"I'm used to it. Besides, that just means I get to rib you later," Hunter laughed.

"Oh shit," Jericho said, letting his head fall. "I'm in real trouble now."

"Yes, yes you are," Hunter smiled, clapping Jericho on the back. Suddenly, Hunter looked up at the screen again as something caught his attention. He shook his head as his brow creased in confusion. "What the hell does he think he's doing?"

Everyone turned to look up at the screen just in time to see Jeff sitting on top of the steel cage, looking between Orton and Umaga. He seemed to be trying to figure out what to do. Orton was standing right below him; Umaga was still lying on his back in the middle of the ring. Finally, Jeff seemed to make up his mind as he stood up.

"He better not be thinking about doing what I think he's thinking about doing," Jericho said, crossing his fingers.

The entire locker room gasped as Jeff jumped off the top of the steel cage, doing his Whisper in the Wind maneuver, to land on Umaga in the ring. They all held their breath as the ref counted out the three count. Jericho let his breath out in a whoosh as he saw Jeff get up, unharmed for the most part and re-climb the cage. As Jeff stood on top of the cage, he stared down at Orton as if telling him to beat that.

Jericho leaned back with a sigh. "That guy is a fucking idiot."

"I wouldn't necessarily say that," Hunter said thoughtfully. "That was a brilliant move."

"He could have broken his neck."

Brain shrugged. "Hazard of being a high-flyer."

"But still . . ."

"Calm down, you're sounding like a worried lover," Shawn said, patting Jericho on the back. "Besides, Jeff knows what he's doing."

I hope, Shawn thought to himself as he watched Orton back away from the cage. "And look at it this way, he jumped into the ring. He could have jumped onto Orton."

"You're right of course. Although, it sounds kind of wrong coming from you," Jericho smiled.

"Now why does it sound wrong?" Shawn asked. "I thought I said it right."

"You did," Paul laughed. "But it can be taken so wrong."

"How?"

"You said Jeff could have jumped onto Orton," Brain answered, stressing the word jumped. "After you just ratted him out as being gay."

"Oh," Shawn blushed slightly. "Oops."

"That's okay. We knew what you meant," Jericho laughed. "Either way, why should I be so worried about Jeff? You're right, he does know what he's doing."

"Because you care for him," Shawn said simply.

"Shawn, how many times do I have to tell you . . ."

"You're not a couple, I know," Shawn interrupted. "But that doesn't mean you can't care for him or about him. We all care about each other."

"Except for a select few," Hunter added.

"True," Shawn nodded in agreement. "There is that select few who nobody cares for."

"Yeah, he's just lucky he's not one of them," Paul smiled.

"Who's not one of them?"

They all turned to see Jeff walking into the room, running his fingers through his hair to try and flatten it a bit. When nobody answered, Jeff asked again "Who's not one of them?"

"You're not one of them," Brain answered finally.

"One of who?" Jeff asked in confusion, slightly afraid of the answer.

"Part of the select group of wrestlers nobody cares for," Shawn explained.

"Oh," Jeff nodded, pretending to understand what they were talking about. "Nice to know that," he shook his head as he walked over to his bag, taking off his sleeves as he went.

"That was one amazing move there, Hardy," Hunter said.

"Thanks," Jeff paused. "I think."

"Why would you say that?" Hunter asked.

"Well, it is coming from you," Jeff pointed out, looking over at Hunter. "You don't usually give out compliments unless there's a catch."

"I really do that?"

Jeff nodded. "But then again, you do lead by example. So, there is really no need for compliments. If you don't like something, we hear about it pretty quick. So, if you don't say anything, it usually means we passed the test that week."

"Huh, I never realized I did that," Hunter mumbled.

"It's all okay," Shawn said. "You don't do it to everybody."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you compliment me all the time," Shawn smiled.

"Wow," Hunter said, looking away. "Don't I feel like a jerk?"

"Nah, you're not a jerk. You're just not that type of guy. Besides, not giving compliments is part of your charm," Shawn said, leaning up against Hunter, batting his eyes playfully.

"Okay, okay," Hunter pushed Shawn away from him. "I get it, must you keep doing that?"

"Of course I do," Shawn smiled, leaning in closer. "I have to reach my daily quota for annoying you and making you feel uncomfortable."

"Boy, Shawn, if I didn't know better, I'd say you have the hots for Hunter," Jericho smirked, leaning against the wall.

"Well, luckily for you, you do know better," Shawn smiled sweetly, moving away from Hunter.

"Yeah," Jericho winked at Jeff. "We all know you have the hots for Cena."

"Ouch, low blow there," Shawn said dramatically clutching at his chest and falling to the floor. "You've gone and killed me! I'm dying!"

Everybody broke into a fit of laughter as they watched Shawn twitch on the ground, pretending to be in excruciating pain. Shawn eventually joined in the laughter, still lying on the floor, unable to get up. Regaining some of his composure, Jeff finally managed to walk over to where Shawn was lying and offered his hand to the Heart-Break Kid. After helping Shawn get back to his feet, the laughter began to die down.

Wiping at a tear, Jericho looked over at Jeff. "So, after that laughing fit, you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I think so," Jeff nodded. "I mean, after getting back at Shawn, I think I'm ready to split before he gets us back."

Jericho nodded, racing Jeff to get to the door before Shawn could catch his breath. The two of them walked down the corridor, laughing at what had transpired.

"I can't believe you did that," Jeff shook his head.

"I can't believe it either. I mean, especially since I used to be with Cena," Jericho replied, laughing even as a chill went down his spine. "I can't believe I had been so stupid."

"Everyone makes mistakes," Jeff shrugged.

"Yeah, but that was a big one."

"So, you fixed it. You dumped his ass and now you're a free agent, with the blessing of God almighty and his court," Jeff said as he shoved playfully at Jericho.

"I wouldn't go that far," Jericho laughed, nudging Jeff back. "But I at least have your blessing."

"And Shawn's, Rey's, Brain's, Paul's, Hunter's and well, just about every other Superstar in the WWE."

Jericho shook his head. "You're crazy."

"I hear that a lot."

The two continued to walk, talk and laugh their way down the hall toward the parking lot until they ran into an all too familiar, and unfriendly, face.

"Oh, uh . . . hi, John," Jericho stammered slightly, looking down nervously.

"Hi, Jericho," Cena replied curtly. "Hardy."

"What's with the formality?" Jeff asked as he crossed his arms in front of him.

"Can't a guy be polite?" Cena asked.

"Not that polite," Jeff retorted. "That just gets creepy."

Cena shrugged, waving Jeff off. "Well, that's your problem, not mine."

"Hey, John, why are you acting like that? Jeff didn't do anything to you," Jericho interrupted.

"Oh, was I being mean?"

"Yeah," Jericho snorted in disbelief. "You're being a real ass tonight."

"Oh, well, I'll try to be less of an ass," Cena put on a smile. "Better?"

"John . . ."

"Don't 'John' me."

"Hey, back off, Cena," Jeff snapped, moving to stand in front of Jericho.

"Oh? And what is a drug addict like you going to do if I don't?"

"Watch it, Cena," Jeff said through clenched teeth, his hands in fists. "I'm not afraid to take you out right here and now."

"Guys, stop it, please?" Jericho said, coming between the two of them.

"Whatever," Cena took a step back as he raked Jeff with an unflattering glare.

"Jeff, please," Jericho pleaded, his back turned toward Cena so that he didn't seeing the look the man gave Jeff.

Jeff reluctantly unclenched his fists, but didn't move an inch. A tic still worked in his jaw to show his frustration.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Jericho asked calmly, thankful Jeff had backed down a little. "I thought you were supposed to be hurt?"

"I really don't have to tell you anything," Cena smirked. "But I'll make this one, tiny, exception."

"We feel so honored," Jeff said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"I'll choose to ignore that," Cena said bitterly as he turned to look back at Jericho. "I'm here to see a friend."

"Friend? You don't have any friends," Jeff retorted.

Cena shook his head. "I don't know what you see in him," he said with a sigh. "And I do have friends."

"I highly doubt that," Jeff muttered.

Cena glared at Jeff. "I have all the friends I need. Especially since my friends don't go parading themselves around like jacked up whore's."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jeff snapped as he glared at Cena, wishing Jericho wasn't standing between them.

"I think you know exactly what I mean." Cena replied, satisfied at the tinge of pain and regret behind the anger in Jeff's gaze.

"John, don't," Jericho said in warning.

"What?" Cena looked up innocently at Jericho. "Everyone around here knows that if you want to get high or get a quick lay to go see Jeff Hardy."

"Like hell they do," Jeff snapped.

"Oh, right, you're supposed to be clean now," Cena shook his head. "Guess that means you're only good for a quick roll in the hay."

"Stop it, John," Jericho growled as he blocked Jeff from lunging at Cena.

"Although, according to rumour, I heard you don't even need the hay. You're good to do it anywhere, anytime," Cena smiled as Jeff glared his hatred at him. "I think you're in the wrong profession."

Jericho shoved at Cena, forcing him against the wall. "That's enough!"

Cena glared at Jeff before turning to shake Jericho's hands off of him. "You deserve so much better than that piece of trash," with that, Cena left without another word.

Once Cena was gone, Jeff glared at Jericho. "Why didn't you let me hit him?" Jeff snapped bitterly, his anger evident.

"He doesn't deserve the effort you would have spent in doing that," Jericho replied, as he looked at Jeff.

"So I'm just supposed to stand by and take his abuse?" Jeff retorted. "To do nothing?"

Jericho winced inwardly at the pain that was in Jeff's eyes, pain that he had allowed to be put there in the first place. "I don't want you to get into trouble."

"Oh please," Jeff scoffed. "I'd be hailed a hero for knocking his lights out."

Jericho shook his head. "Maybe, but Vince would still have to reprimand you."

"I can handle Vince," Jeff shook his head, walking away. "It's him I can't stand."

"Well, you did push him a little."

"Don't you dare go and defend him," Jeff said, looking over at Jericho in disbelief. Letting out a calming breath, Jeff closed his eyes. "Besides, he started it."

"Jeff."

"Well, he did," Jeff said defensively as he started walking down the hallway again.

"I know and I'm sorry about that," Jericho replied, jogging a bit to catch up.

"I have no idea how you managed to have a relationship with him for so long. I really don't like him."

"Don't worry, I think that feeling is mutual," Jericho teased, causing Jeff to smile a little.

"If it wasn't, then I'd have to worry."

Jericho nodded, thankful that Jeff seemed to have calmed down a little. As they walked side by side in silence, his thoughts roamed over everything that had transpired. No matter how hard he tired, he just couldn't make sense out of it.

Cena seemed extremely hostile tonight? I mean I know he's still sore about me dumping him, but why did he attack Jeff like that? Why would he think that I would be with Jeff? Jericho thought to himself.

"Do you think we could stop for ice cream?" Jeff asked, dragging Jericho out of his thoughts.

"Sure, I guess," Jericho said, looking at Jeff with his brow raised.

"Good, I think I really need some ice cream."

"Why?" Jericho asked, his curiousity getting the better of him.

"I just got degraded by the Pothole," Jeff smiled. "I need some ice cream to sooth my bruised ego."

"We can definitely do that."

...

Cena stood back as he watched Jeff open the door for Jericho, giving him an exaggerated bow and laughing. At me I'm sure, Cena thought bitterly. Yeah, I bet they're having a good laugh on my behalf. Well, no worries. I'm going to easily fix that.

Once the two men were gone, Cena turned and walked down the hallway, heading toward a private room. He had called ahead to make sure his 'friend' had made arrangements for this room to be unoccupied when he arrived. As Cena walked into the room, he noticed that a table of food was spread out, waiting for him.

He always thinks of everything, Cena smirked as he walked over to a cooler and pulled out a bottle of hard liquor and poured himself a stiff drink. Sipping at it, he moved over to the large couch that took up an entire wall and sat down, making himself feel at home.

As he swirled his drink in the glass, he heard the door open. Looking up, he smiled as he watched the rich Texan walk in. "I was impressed with what you did tonight," Cena said, raising his drink in a toast.

"You told me that he needed to pay for what he did to you, so I didn't hesitate to pull out all the stops."

"But still, you did a good job. I was a little worried though, I will admit. I thought he was going to get away on you."

"I had everything planned out. There was no way he could escape me."

"Good. I did like the added touch of using Snitsky and that cable at the end to hang him," Cena smacked his lips as he polished off the rest of his drink. "That was just . . . perfect."

JBL laughed, refilling the now empty glass. "I thought you would like that," he said as he moved to sit beside Cena. "That is why I set up this little feast. I figured we could celebrate our little victory."

"Oh, we can celebrate," Cena smiled. "But the real party has yet to start. I have a few other things planned for my dear Chris."

"I will be happy to help in any way I can," JBL replied.

"That is what I am counting on," Cena smiled. "I plan on using you and this new storyline to completely destroy Chris in the most humiliating way."

"Just tell me what to do."

"All in good time. First, I need you to answer a question for me."

"Anything," JBL answered, sitting up.

"I'm curious, how close is Chris to Jeff?"

"Hardy?" JBL asked in confusion, his brow furrowed.

"Yes, Hardy."

"From what I've seen, they're fairly close," JBL answered, tilting his head slightly.

"Fairly?" Cena asked as his brow rose. "What does that mean?"

"Well, they always arrive and leave together, just like they did tonight," JBL shrugged. "Jericho could have left right after our match, but he stayed until Jeff finished with his."

"I see," Cena said thoughtfully. "That is interesting."

"Why the sudden interest in Jeff?" JBL asked.

"He . . . fascinates me. But don't you worry about that," Cena shook his head. "I need you to focus on humiliating Chris."

"Consider it done," JBL smiled mischievously.

"That is what I like to hear," Cena nodded, downing the rest of his drink. "I will let you in on my plan when I figure out exactly what I want to do with Hardy."

"Do you have to start planning tonight?" JBL asked, moving closer to Cena.

"No, not tonight," Cena answered, looking at JBL. "But soon."

JBL nodded, not saying anything as he continued to watch the man beside to him. Cena leaned back, trying to think of what he should do next. There were so many different things he could do, and so much time. He smiled as his mind was filled with all the possibilities.

"What are you smiling at?"

"I was just thinking."

"About what?"

Cena chuckled. "About what I can do to make their lives a living hell."

"I can't wait to see what you are planning," JBL mused. "It sounds like it will be fun."

"There will be plenty of fun to be had, I'm sure," Cena agreed, closing his eyes. Only question is, can I do it by myself? Or do I need JBL's help? Do I need more help? Oh well, nothing to be done about it right now. He's gone and he's most likely not alone. I certainly don't want an audience when I make my first move. I will have to plan every maneuver very carefully. He is very much cared for. If things aren't done just right . . . Cena sighed.

"You sound depressed," JBL said.

"No," Cena turned his head so he could look at JBL. "There are so many variables to think about when planning my first move, that it almost seems too daunting a task."

"You can handle it."

"I know, but there is so much to think about, to consider."

"I thought you weren't going to plan anything tonight?" JBL asked, pouting slightly.

"Can't help it. I've got some interesting idea's going through my mind," Cena smirked.

"I bet you do. That dirty little mind of yours knows no bounds."

"Little?" Cena pouted, feigning hurt.

"It's only an expression, love."

Cena continued to pout. "It's a hurtful expression."

"Then how about I make it all better by getting you something special?"

Cena nodded glumly. "Okay."

JBL smiled, giving Cena a peck on the cheek. "Be back in a second."

Cena merely nodded, watching JBL leave the room. Smiling, Cena leaned back, making himself even more comfortable. Like shooting fish in a barrel. He should really learn to not be so easy, he thought as he shook his head. But then again, if he weren't so easy, I'd lose my muscle on RAW. I can't let that happen.

"Although it would be nice if they could switch places. I'd rather have him here on Raw and JBL on SmackDown," Cena thought aloud, looking down at the glass in his hands; it was empty again. Hmm, guess I need to get another one.

Cena was picking at the food on the table when JBL finally returned with a smile. "Everything is set up. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I think so," Cena nodded, wiping his hands.

JBL opened the door for Cena before linking his arm with the smaller Superstar. Cena tried hard not to pull his arm away out of concern that someone would see them like this. He didn't want to give anyone a hint as to what he was doing.

I doubt there is anyone left in the building that would care if they did notice this. The show ended hours ago, so most of the Superstars would have already left.

However, as the two Superstars were leaving the arena, another Superstar walked out of an adjacent room, where he had forgotten that Jeff had left him some items to pick up and saw them.

Those two? Together? That can't be good. I hope that isn't why JBL was so rough on Chris tonight, Shannon Moore thought to himself as he watched Cena and JBL leave the arena.

Shannon walked down the hall a few minutes after the other two had disappeared from his sight, figuring that he had given them a good amount of time to get out of the parking lot. He didn't want them to know he had seen them. Though they didn't seem to be hiding it, Shannon had no idea what they would do if somebody found out.

Yeah, especially when that somebody happens to be little old me. All I need now is for those two to start ganging up on me. I'm not even supposed to be here.

….

A/N: I learned with this chapter that, when researching something, don't close the window, you're probably going to need it again. Oh, and sorry for the weird ending. But it does end up leading to somewhere I promise.