(A/N) Hey people! This is my first fic in a long while as I have been way busy. This is also my first wrestling fic in an even longer while. I had said previously in the prequel to this that I had retired from wrestling fics because I had stopped watching wrestling altogether. However because of a certain someone's return to the WWE (Chris Jericho), I have renewed my interest in wrestling and in writing about wrestling. Thus I have decided to write a sequel to my story "WWE Underground". This story will take place roughly three years after the events in WWE Underground and the basic background information is this. John Cena, Chris Jericho and Randy Orton are the heads of three rival gangs who years ago, were involved in one of the most brutal underworld wars the city of New York had ever seen. After gallons of blood had been shed and many lives lost, the three bosses decided to call a truce and come to an agreement. Each of them would control a portion of New York City, and they would run their respective businesses in the confines of their allocated areas. Under no circumstances were they to conduct business outside of their area. That was the agreement. That was the deal. This arrangement served them well for a number of years and there were no problems or conflicts between the three gangs. Until one day, when everything was thrown on its head…
P.S. I don't own any of the characters in this story. They all belong to Mr. McMahon. Also all the clubs in this story are fictional. They are figments of my crazed imagination and any resemblence in name or description to any locations in real life are purely coincidental. I believe iIve covered all my bases. If i haven't please tell me...don't sue. Cheers :)
Introduction: After one of the bloodiest underground wars the city of New York had ever experienced, the leaders of the three rival gangs called a truce. They would run their businesses strictly within the confines of their respective areas. They stayed out of each others ways for a while, but when a new force from New Jersey threatens to take over the entire city, the three men must put aside the bad blood between them and unite against the overwhelming force of the men from across the Turnpike.
The scene had been the same for the past year. Up at two in the afternoon. Straight to the Millennium club, his main club and back at home at three in the morning. After a tough two years in which the cops were cracking down on underground illegal activity, business was returning to full swing and the crowds in his club were larger than ever. The downside of this of course was the he was turning into a workaholic, and this was pointed out to him at every opportunity by his girlfriend Kelly. At this very moment, Chris was in his office with his head in his hands, trying to work out the profits and deductions for the month. The music was pumping loudly and the bass was sending vibrations through the walls. There was a knock on the door which Chris could barely hear, and the door swung open.
"Hey Chris!" came the voice from the doorway. Chris looked up to see his close friend and second in command Adam "Edge" Copeland.
"What's with the music? You trying to break eardrums out there?"
"What? You think it's too loud?"
"No shit it's too loud! I can't even hear myself think." Chris snapped.
"They like it loud Chris. But if you want me to turn it down I will." Edge said. He looked at his boss and friend. He could tell Chris was stressed. "You alright dude?"
"Yeah. I'm just trying to work out these fucking reports." Chris threw the profit reports on the table in frustration.
"Maybe you should take a break. Go home to your girl. You can work them out tomorrow it's no big deal." Edge suggested.
"What…go home and listen to Kelly nag at me. Why do you think I only ever leave this hell hole after hours. So that she's already asleep when I get home."
Adam couldn't tell if Chris was joking around or being serious. He gave him a smile in any case. "Ok man. Well I'm heading off so I just thought I would let you know. I've got the two Hardy boys taking care of the floor so they can lock up. Take care of yourself alright?"
"Yeah. You too." Chris said, waving his friend off.
The door shut and the sound was muffled slightly. He considered taking Edge's advice and going home seeing as there was no way he was going to get through those reports tonight. It was 11pm and his girlfriend Kelly would probably be home from her bartending gig. He might even get some sex out of her but that was highly doubtful. She would probably nag throughout the whole thing anyway, turning even the greatest of pleasures into a grind. But he was ultimately wasting his time here so he packed his things and headed off home.
At John's club, the 8th Wonder, things were also very busy. But John posed a cool, calm and collected figure, lounging on his couch in his office with a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. With him were his two deputies, Rey Mysterio and Phil "CM Punk" Brooks. Both men came to him under quite different circumstances. Rey was with him from the very beginning. When John was a young, wet behind the ears upstart during the infamous New York underground wars, Rey was by his side the whole time. Phil came to John later on as a young fighter looking to give his life some direction. John provided that direction for him and ever since then he has flourished. He started out as a lowly foot soldier for Cena's gang but rose in ranks at lightning speed and soon enough he was John's deputy. The qualities which John admired in Phil were his determination and discipline. He managed to stay the straight road, even with all the temptation that comes along with being a deputy in one of the biggest gangs in New York City.
"Guys, I would like to propose a toast" John said with a big smile on his face. He raised his glass in the air, as did his two deputies. "After years of having the police watch over every move and every dollar we make, they've finally realised that we are just your normal, average, everyday, 'law abiding' citizens. Anyway, they've either ran out of money or ran out of donuts cause word on the street is they've finally called off their investigation. We are in the clear boys!"
"Hear hear!" Phil called out.
"I'll toast to that" Rey added.
The three men took sips of their drinks and enjoyed the moment.
"So what's the plan? You got any big deals lined up?" Phil enquired. It was always business with Phil.
"Not yet. I haven't called any of my contacts in a while because I thought we might have been bugged. But I've got someone coming in on Friday to do a sweep of the place and once he gives us the green light, it will be all systems go baby." John replied. He downed the rest of his drink and placed the glass on the coffee table. "Well, it's getting late and I should be getting back home."
"Late? It's only 10! Torrie has got you whipped my friend." Rey joked.
"Haha screw you. I'm going home because I want to go home not because I have to alright? Nobody is the boss of John Cena but John Cena."
"Ok whatever househusband." Rey continued mockingly.
John threw on his coat and turned his back on Rey and Punk. He gave Rey the finger over his shoulder in retaliation. "Make sure you guys lock up on your way out." He gave one last parting instruction and he was out.
With two beautiful, scantily clad girls on his lap, feeding him strawberries and wine, Randy Orton struggled to think of how his life could get any better.
"Ladies…ladies. There is plenty of Orton to go around. There's no need to fight ladies."
"Oh Randy. You're so funny." the blonde giggled rather airily.
The three of them continued to laugh and snuggle until they were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.
"What?" Randy called out irritably.
The door swung open and in walked Ken Kennedy, one of his top fighters. "Randy. Can I have a word with you?"
"Yeah what? I'm kinda busy here."
"A private word."
Randy let out a sigh of frustration. "Ok ok time to go girls. Go on get out of here. Take your clothes and go. Come on hurry up I haven't got all day." Randy sat up straight and flattened out his suit shirt and tie. After the two girls had left the office and closed the door behind them, Kennedy sat down opposite Randy.
"Randy. I've just heard a rumour from a reliable source that there are signs of movement from Vincent McMahon over in Jersey."
Upon hearing this, Randy sat up straight. He was all ears now. "Movement? What do you mean movement?"
"Apparently, they are looking to make a move over here in New York." Kennedy replied.
"How sure are you?"
"My guy…he's never been wrong before."
"Damn it!" Randy yelled out. "Just when the cops ease off and the business starts to pick up, this shit happens..." He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. Kennedy could see his bosses brain ticking over. Options were being processed at rapid rate in his head. Silence descended on the room as Randy continued to think. Eventually, in a defeated tone, he let out ominous words which made Kennedy nervous for the first time in a long tim. "This is bad. This is very fucking bad."
(A/N) Wow that was very hard to write. Took me forever and it was just really hard. I apologize for the lack of quality...its going to take me a while to get back into the game. Also, I wrote the first installment a long time ago so the characters I had as good guys and the characters I had as bad guys matched real life back then for the most part. However, now some people have turned and they might be like they are on TV in this story. The most glaringly obvious example is Edge. He was a goody when i started the story but he's turned bad since then. I guess what I'm trying to say is you will need to use your imaginative powers to imagine him as an all round good guy, even though he's bad to the bone on TV (I still love him tho).