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A/N: Everything is still broken :( At least my phone isn't completely broken yet so I can still go on twitter. Which reminds me, follow me lol But anyways, a couple of wrestlers have responded to me :) I don't know what else to say, so here's the new chapter. By the way, I hope you guys don't mind that I wrote it in first person again. I like writing POV's and I actually think they turn out better than most of my 3rd person chapters.
Chapter 37: WrestleMania
John's POV
Trish and I have just arrived to the arena for WrestleMania and I couldn't control my nerves at all. They were going haywire and I couldn't stop them. I had butterflies so bad to the point I felt almost nauseous. I hope I can make it through the match later on without throwing up.
Against my better judgment, I was going to have to turn Trish loose to Randy for the remainder of the Pay-Per-View. Good thing about it though, Randy was going to be too preoccupied trying to get ready for our match that he wouldn't harass her too much. Well, I hoped so anyways.
I gave Trish a quick kiss and sent her on her way. I felt like a terrible boyfriend for letting her go into harms way, but we had no other choice. She was the exclusive employee of Randy Orton, so at the end of the day, she had to listen to him.
I had a lot of down time before my match to think things over. And as much as I hated to say it, I had to thank Randy. If it weren't for him, I probably never would have even spoken twice to Trish after Justin had introduced us. If Orton never would have come out to save Trish from The Hart Dynasty, they never would have returned the next week for vengeance. Which meant I wouldn't have had to join in to even the odds.
And if it weren't for Randy, I bet that Trish and I never would have became friends. We would have had that one brief talk on my first night on Raw, and that would have been it. Randy did have a point that I owed my Raw career to him.
Joining up with him and Trish to form Fusion had been the best decision I have ever made in my career. That tag team partnership with them opened so many doors for me, and even gave me a run with the tag titles and my second time as the United States Champion. If it weren't for Fusion, I wouldn't have been given those opportunities.
But putting that aside, I still couldn't stand him. I plan on going out there, and defeating him to become the WWE champion for the first time. Winning this match would save the entire WWE, and cement my legacy as a top dog in the wrestling world. I wanted it all. I wanted the merchandise, the posters, the Pay-Per-View matches, the fan base, the job security, the money and the fame. Sure I had a little bit of all that, but this would rocket my career to super-stardom.
It was an option of winning, or failing. And I was never the one to fail a mission. That's right, I have made this a mission. I was going to defeat Randy, or die trying. Nothing and no one was going to stop me. It had gotten to the point that this wasn't just a grudge match for revenge anymore. It was a matter of defending Trish's honor, as well as keeping my job. This was as serious as it could get. It was now personal, do or die.
I also thought over Trish and my relationship. We said we were in love, and I tried to analyze it. Before we even started dating, we were best friends, and we told each other we loved one another then. But that was friendship love. I wondered if this love was just that friendship love with a lot of sexual attraction added to it. But after replaying some of our conversations and intimate moments, it was more than friend love.
When I was younger, I attracted a lot of women. A lot of which I slept with. I had a few female best friends, and I slept with them as well. I had a friends with benefits relationship with a girl named Courtney all through high school. We had sex tons of times, and I loved her as a friend.
But at the time we thought we were in love with each other romantically so we tried dating. A month into the relationship, it all went downhill. All we really were, was best friends who had a sexual attraction. I thought maybe this thing with Trish was a repeat of that.
After thinking over the sex Courtney and I had, and comparing it to the sex Trish and I had, I realized that with Trish it wasn't just sex. It was a lot more than that. It was love making. I got bored with Courtney, and the other women I had flings with. But with Trish, I never got bored. I knew I was truly in love with her.
I stopped by Stephanie's office to make sure the match was still confirmed since Randy's lawyers have been going crazy all week to get him out of it. Stephanie threw some paper work in her drawer and offered me to have a seat, which I did. She opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly furrowed her brows in confusion.
Stephanie: What's that smell? Is that you? (I couldn't help but smile ear to ear.)
Stephanie: Do I smell lavender?
John: Yes you do Steph. I picked some up this morning from the mall. Smells good doesn't it?
Stephanie: You are aware of the fact that lavender is a female scent aren't you? (Geez, not another one. First Trish, then Randy and now Steph? Was it a crime to smell good? Damn.)
John: Yeah, I know. Why is everyone making a big deal out of it? I like how it smells.
Stephanie: Well, I suppose it's none of my business how you smell. Just a thought. Anyways, I'm glad you stopped by John. I have to let you know that I went to the liberty to ban the Legacy from ringside during your match tonight. (I smiled. With Legacy banned from ringside, I felt a lot better about my chances of winning. They wouldn't be able to use their numbers game against me to screw me out of the match.)
John: Thanks Steph. I was actually a bit worried about them trying to interfere tonight.
Stephanie: No need to thank me John. I'm the GM of Raw, and I refuse to allow Randy and his shenanigans to ruin the outcome of tonight's match. This match is drawing in a lot of money, and a lot of business is to be made from it, and I'm not ending this pay-per-view on a sour note. (I understood everything that Stephanie was saying. She was doing what was best for business.)
John: Well, I plan on leaving tonight with the title and since you banned Legacy, I think I will.
Stephanie: Good, good. That's what I wanna hear Cena. I'm sure you're aware of how big this is for the entire WWE and not just for you. (I sighed. Of course I was aware, I wasn't born yesterday. I have a lot of pressure on my shoulders and I could do without being reminded about it every 2 seconds.)
John: Yes, I know Steph. I'm the last hope. If I lose, Randy will take over. I know already. I'm trying to not think of that right now. It's pretty nerve racking.
Stephanie: I'm sorry John. I didn't mean to make you nervous, but I just wanted to make sure you knew.
John: Well I do.
Stephanie: Alright, and I needed to ask you something.
John: What?
Stephanie: What's going on between you three? I mean, I heard what you and Orton had to say over the past few weeks on Raw, and as your boss, I think I need to know exactly what went down between you two guys and Trish. (I was a bit caught off guard by her request for the truth.)
John: To sum it all up, Trish and Randy had a quick fling and he didn't treat her right. I had a thing for her and when she found out how Randy was and how he slept with everybody, I was there for her. One thing led to another and me and Trish became an item.
Stephanie: And did Orton really beat her up?
John: Yeah, he did. The week before the Hell In A Cell Pay-Per-View actually. She was relieved she didn't have to compete that night because she was in no physical shape for it. (I could notice the compassion for Trish in my boss's eyes.)
Stephanie: You know John, I'm sure you're no dummy and you know how Trish debuted in this company. (I nodded. Of course I did, everyone did.)
Stephanie: And you are aware of the fact that she had a relationship with my father, a relationship that myself, my mother and my brother Shane, weren't very fond of. I'm not going to sugar coat it
John, she was a gold digger to my father. (Stephanie folded her hands, and I watched her. She was right. After Trish ditched Test and Albert as their manager, she quickly caught the eye of Vince McMahon and began an affair with him, resulting in the entire McMahon family to become corrupted. With Trish and Vince's stunt, they were the biggest enemies to everybody in the company. No body liked either one of them, including the McMahon family. Linda even had to be sent to a mental hospital, Shane disowned his father, and Stephanie went berserk to get her hands on Trish.)
Stephanie: It's no secret Cena that I'm not the biggest fan of Miss Stratus since she pulled that. I actually wanted her booted from the company and never to return because I am the most dominant female here in the WWE, not one of my father's play toys. She was trying to steal my roll and spotlight. (I sat back and crossed my arms. What was the point of all this? I knew well aware of Trish's past and her affair with Mr. McMahon. Anybody who watched the WWE in 2001 knew this. It was showcased every week on Raw because Vince loved flaunting her around. Everybody knew that they didn't love each other. Trish was with him because he was rich, and bought her anything she wanted. Plus, he's the chairman of the company. That meant she would be handed anything she wanted, and during that time, she was. And he was only with her because she was young, hot and blonde. It was very similar to what Hugh Hefner has going on with his Playboy model girlfriends.)
Stephanie: I still remember the matches I had with Trish, and honestly, I wish I could repeat those, and get my hands on her again for that. She almost broke my family apart.
John: What are you trying to say Steph? If you're trying to indicate that she's trying to mess with my head or help Randy win tonight, you're wrong. Sure she did some things when she first came here, but that's not who she is anymore. I know her. That's not her anymore. She hates them as much as you and I do. I know she did terrible things in the past, but she's changed now.
Stephanie: John, I know she's changed. I know that. Which is why I feel terrible for her. Unfortunately, I feel like a lot of this is my fault. I need to tell you something. Something about her contract. (If I was a dog, my ears would have perked up at this exact moment. Come to think of it, before any of this started it would have been wise of either Trish or myself to question Stephanie on how Randy got her contract. After all, Steph was in charge of contracts. I eyed her up and down, and she looked around a little bit fidgety like. I narrowed my eyes at her. I had the feeling that she had something to do with it.)
John: Speak up. You know something. Tell me. (She let out a long sigh of dismay.)
Stephanie: If I tell you, you better not speak a word to anybody. Or I swear Cena, I'll cancel your match with Randy and replace you.
John: My lips are sealed. Now open yours.
Stephanie: He came to me twice, asking for it. For her contract. And when I refused, he seduced me and demanded I give it to him or he would leave. (I furrowed my brows, knowing exactly where she was going with this.)
Stephanie: I hadn't seen Hunter for months and I craved a man's touch... (I couldn't control myself anymore. I was distraught learning this.)
John: You slept with him! (Her eyes shot open in annoyance.)
Stephanie: Shut up. (I shook my head out of disbelief. What the fuck is wrong with these women who sleep with Randy? They obviously know how he is and yet they continue falling into his trap.)
Stephanie: I'm not proud of it Cena. So shut up, you're making it worse.
John: Steph, you have 3 kids and a husband. What the Hell were you thinking?
Stephanie: I wasn't thinking John. That's the thing. So just shut up about it. You're the only person I told, and I don't want this out in the open. I just felt that you needed to know before going into your match with Orton tonight. (I looked at Stephanie, and in a way felt a bit bad for her. Randy was a mastermind of getting in people's heads. Even I have fallen victim to that. So I couldn't really hold her too much responsible here. Randy was to blame as always. It seemed like every time something bad happened, The Viper was the prime suspect.)
John: Don't worry boss, your secret is safe with me. (She seemed a bit more at ease. I wasn't going to tell anybody. I was a man of my word.)
Stephanie: Thanks Cena. Now, you might wanna go and get changed for your match. It's only an hour away. (My butterflies returned again. I stood up and pushed the chair back in. For a member of the McMahon family, Stephanie was different from the other family members. Her dad was an egotistical moron who seemed to have patched things up with Randy a couple of months ago. While Linda left WWE to become a senator, something that didn't seem to be happening. And Shane, well he's just Shane. He's always taking Vince's side on things even though Vince always messed things up and caused the trouble. Every once in a while he'll actually be smart like his sister and see how stupid his dad was. Stephanie hardly ever agreed with her father and it seemed like she was the only sane McMahon in the family.)
Stephanie: I'm rooting for you Cena, so don't disappoint me. (I nodded and shook her hand then left. This match was huge and I needed to regain my focus. Randy was a tremendous wrestler when he didn't try to take the easy way out. People seemed to have forgotten just how good he was because he always cheats and sneaks his way out of things. Tonight, was going to be different. This was going to be a match for the ages.)
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Randy's POV
I finished wrapping my wrist with tape when that stupid bitch Trish came into the Legacy's locker room. I could tell she was extremely scared of me. That's how I wanted it. Fucking Stephanie's stupid ass banned the Legacy from ringside. Fortunately for me, I had someone who I had complete control of that wouldn't exactly be counted as a member. And just for good measure, I was going to make sure she wasn't.
Randy: You're kicked out of Legacy. (I watched as a smile formed on her lips. Who the fuck does she think she is? No enemy of mine would be caught dead smiling. I thrived on other people's misery.)
Randy: Don't you fucking smile bitch. (The smile faded from her face.)
Trish: Come on Orton. I was waiting for you to kick me out since you forced me in. I'm happy. So thanks for the freedom. Hope Johnny whoops your ass. (She was the definition of a dumb blonde. She actually thought I was going to let her leave just because I kicked her out of Legacy. She needed reality to hit her. Or maybe me. I grabbed her by her wrist and jerked her around to face me. Her eyes were wide with fear, and I could almost taste her icing blood. This woman was terrified of me, and she should be. I grabbed her around the throat with one hand and pushed her against the wall.)
Randy: Who said you could leave? (She tried to push me away but I didn't budge. I couldn't even describe how stupid she was. Did she actually believe her dumbass would be able to move me? It wasn't like I was even choking her. All I was doing was holding her against the wall. She really was scared of me.)
Randy: I kicked you out of Legacy because Steph banned all members from ringside. You're the only person who I can control, who isn't seen as one of us. You're going to make sure I win tonight. (She shook her head no, and I knew where this was going.)
Trish: No. I'm not gonna do it. (I felt my blood beginning to boil. If I didn't need this broad to make sure I won, I would have snapped her fucking neck right here. My hand was tingling and wanted to strangle the life out of her, but I had to fight the urge. As bad as I wanted to kill her for disobeying me time and time again, I wanted to humiliate Cena that much more. After Cena was done, I could always get Trish. It would be two for the price of one. After I defeated Cena tonight, and I was going to to defeat him, I was going to come back here and finally, give Trish exactly what she deserved. To be in a coffin.)
Randy: I said you're going to make sure I win. If you don't, may God help your fucking soul. I swear to God I will kill your ass. (I felt her throat contract under my hand as she swallowed hard from fear. I loved making people fear me. It was the only thing I actually loved in life, well besides sex.)
Randy: Do you understand me bitch? (Bitch. That word described Trish perfectly. I liked calling her a bitch because she always got offended. Of course a bitch would get offended by being called a bitch. I only spoke the truth and she didn't like it. Too damn bad what she liked. I looked in her eyes and could see the fear and hopelessness in them.)
Randy: Look at this way, you'll still have your job and you'll be free from me. You just won't have your pathetic, 'Johnny'. (I was purposely mocking her to make her feel worse than she already did, and I could tell it was working.)
Trish: I don't care about my job! I wanna be with him!
Randy: Well too fucking bad bitch! You're lucky I even let you spend today with him. I should have done more than I did today in that pizza shop. I should have laid both of your asses out with an RKO for thinking I was stupid.
Trish: Damn it Randy. I love John, why are you so focused on trying to make us miserable? Can't you just for once let somebody be happy? (I thought about this. She actually had a point here. Why exactly was I so intent on making them miserable? Oh yeah, I know. They went behind my back and had an affair. I could have cared less about losing Trish. All I wanted was sex from her. But I wasn't going to stand idle by and let them think they could play me like a fool.)
Randy: You and Cena disrespected me. Now get over it. I'm tired of you and that motherfucker talking about all these feelings bullshit. You stupid bitch, love is just a train of thought. It's not real. It's no different than a dream.
Trish: You're wrong.
Randy: No, you're wrong, I'm right. If it weren't for 'love', you wouldn't even be in this predicament now would you? No. Love does nothing but cloud people's thoughts, and make them do stupid shit. I don't believe in love and look where I am. Nothing gets in my way and I'm the most successful man in the WWE. Who's wrong now Trish? You are. (I could see the tears beginning to form in her eyes.)
Randy: Since you seem to believe in love, then you better listen to what I'm saying. If you wanna save your precious 'Johnny', then you'll make sure I win. Because if he wins, I will stop at nothing to make sure he joins you 6 feet under. (I had her exactly where I wanted her. There was no denying the fact that she was going to listen to me now. She'd do anything for that jackass Cena and I was going to capitalize on that. Tonight, I was going to walk out of Atlanta with the WWE Championship still around my waist.)
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John's POV
My music hit and I came out on the stage. Time seemed to stand still as I looked over the sea of fans. Some were booing me, some were cheering. Earlier in the night Lilian Garcia announced that the final number of fans in the arena was 82, 456 making it a sellout.
I took a deep breathe, and saluted the crowd before running down the seemingly mile long ramp. I slid in the ring after what felt like forever in running and bounced off the ropes. I threw my hat into the audience and watched as a mother snatched it out of the air for her daughter.
I took another moment to look around the crowd and I seen thousands of pro-Cena signs. Against what Orton said, I did have a big fan base. Just because my fans weren't Orton's fans didn't mean anything. The only people who seemed to like Orton were men who either had drinking problems, or were assholes just like him.
I threw my shirt into the crowd only to hear the entire female population in the arena shriek in tandem. Trish wasn't lying when she said I had a great body. Every time my shirt came off, the husbands in the crowd grew jealous because their wives fell in love. Every woman in the audience would scream and shout. I couldn't help but feel proud.
I took a deep breathe as Randy's music hits. He came out on stage and even though he was half a mile away, I could feel his evil eyes on me. I couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable. Randy began to make his way down the ramp towards me and with every step I could feel butterflies growing in my stomach. My heartbeat picked up and I found myself breathing a bit heavily.
What was this? Was I actually... scared? My surgically repaired shoulder and ankle began aching as soon as Randy stepped foot on the ring steps. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and I knew it was true. I was actually scared. Randy smirked at me and I think he could sense what I was feeling.
He handed his title off the to the ref and Lilian Garcia went on to introduce the match, and the competitors. The entire time, Randy wouldn't take his eyes off me. He must have known I was scared. I didn't think I would be though. I thought going into this match I was going to be fine, and stand a chance.
But my body knew better. This was the man responsible for taking 3 months of my career, and knocking the memory right out of my head. I didn't realize it until now, but I was terrified of what he could do to me. All this time I thought he was the one afraid of me, when in reality, I was basically trembling just from standing across from him. He was playing mind games all this time, making me feel a false sense of security to lure me into the match.
He had me right where he wanted me. One on one in a match in front of the whole world. This was for everything I dreamed of, and loved. For him, this was just a matter of humiliating me. I was stupid and fell right into his trap. There was no way I could possibly beat him. He had the intellect advantage, he was more vicious, and he would stop at nothing to destroy me. Even if I did have the strength on him, he could easily reinjure me and take that away. He knew my every weakness, and I don't even think he had a single weakness.
I was just about to tell the ref I couldn't do it. I can't go through with this match. I was too scared and I was about to have an anxiety attack. My breathing picked up more and Randy could sense this. He mouthed the words 'Rest in peace Cena' causing a chill to run down my spine.
I was almost positive that the fans would see a yellow stripe down my back. Just the sight of him made my once injured body parts to ache again. My entire right arm went numb, the same exact feeling I felt when he first broke my shoulder. Then a painful sensation shot through my leg down to my ankle. The same feeling I had back in November when he shattered it.
I can't do it. I can't face him. I don't care if the WWE needed me. I don't care if Trish needed me. I had to get out of this ring before I fainted. Cold sweat poured down my forehead and we haven't even started the match yet. I began panting and I couldn't control my breathing.
There was no way I could wrestle a match now. My heart was going to pound out of my chest if I didn't leave now. I wiped the sweat from my forehead only for it to resurface not even a second later. My hands felt clammy and cold. I was almost in a zombie like state.
I swallowed hard and looked down at my own body. My knees were trembling and I felt that in any given second they would give out and I would collapse. The butterflies have turned into a tight knot and I felt extremely nauseous. I was going to throw up soon, I could feel it.
The ref finished checking Randy for any foreign weapons hidden in his boots or trunks then made his way over to me. This was my chance. I needed to tell him I couldn't do this. The ref began patting me down and I broke.
John: I can't do it.
Ref: It'll be fine Cena. (Fine? He must think I just have pre-match nerves. I've had those before, and this wasn't it. I was having a panic attack. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled his ear towards my mouth.)
John: I can't wrestle this match ref.
Ref: You're just nervous. It's fine Cena. (And with that, he signaled for the bell. My heart dropped. I was trapped in the ring with a deadly Viper. My survival instincts took over and before I knew what was happening, I was on top of Randy pummeling his face.)
I looked down at the face of Randy and my fists were connecting everywhere. My mind was blank. I didn't know what the Hell was going on. The ref grabbed me by the arm and was yelling stop or something but I couldn't focus on his exact words. I couldn't focus on anything.
With one big yank, the ref yanked me off Randy and pushed me into the corner yelling at me to control myself or I would be disqualified. I was in a daze, and had no clue what was going on. The ref gave me a warning and backed off as Randy got to his feet with anger fuming from his every pore.
Once again, I felt my knees trembling. Randy charged at me and before I knew what was going on, he was on the floor writhing in pain. It took me a moment to register my actions, and apparently I gave him a swift low blow kick in between the legs. The ref looked at me and shook his head.
Ref: You did this Cena. (He called for the bell and the match was over. Randy groaned in pain and I looked around the ringside area still in a haze. It was like a dream-like trance I was in.)
Lilian Garcia: Ladies and gentleman, due to a disqualification, the winner of the match, and still, WWE Champion, Randy Orton! (And again, my body drew itself to Orton's and my fists reconnected with his face.)
I was on top of a prone Randy Orton, beating away on his face. I was scared out of my mind. Here I was, beating the Hell out of the man I was terrified of. If I wasn't completely unresponsive to myself or anybody else, I wouldn't be doing this. I would have ran away by now.
The ref once again yanked me off the Viper and I fell back-first against the turnbuckle. This was the only thing keeping me on my feet. Randy's music hit and I dropped to my knees. They finally gave way under my weight. Randy pulled himself to his feet with help of the ref. Randy was in a bad way and I now noticed blood dripping from his face.
I couldn't tell where he was bleeding from, and I looked down at my own hands. Blood was on both of my fists and I realized it was his blood. All at once, the world came crumbling down on top of me. I was the loser of this match, which meant I was fired.
Fired from my dream job because of a decision I made. A decision I made under fear. I just lost everything that's ever meant anything to me. There was no way anybody would respect me now. Not even Trish. In a matter of mere seconds, I lost my entire life. I let my fear get the best of me and I did exactly what I said I wouldn't ever do.
I gave up.
END OF CHAPTER 37