Distribution: Ask and you shall recieve

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you recognize.

Notes: Written in response to a challenge at the lj community 'litafics'. Graphic violence in this chapter. And I have nothing against Canadians, especially since the guy I like is Canadian but it fit the story. And it may be a bit spoilerish for Unforgiven, but I started it before I even knew the results for the PPV but it worked out seeing as my assumptions were pretty right on th nail.

-X-

Chapter 1 - How could this happen

John splashed cold water on his face once more and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He still couldn't get use to all the booing. Sure he'd had his fair share of it the last couple of months but that didn't mean he liked it. The Toronto crowd had been quite vocal in their dislike for him and it didn't help that Edge had been the 'home town hero'. After he'd won the title back from the Canadian, a part of him was worried that a riot would broke out.

The West Newbury native sighed, "Man I just wanna get outta here. Get outta here in one piece and get back to my hotel."

The man jumped as someone knocked on the closed locker room door. He turned towards it with a towel in hand to wipe his face.

"Yeah?"

"John, are you going to come out with me and Shawn tonight?" Hunter asked through the closed door.

"Nah, man I think Imma head back to the hotel and get my rest. That TLC match was brutal." John answered, as the door knob twisted and Hunter stepped into the room.

"You ok?"

John smirked at his friend and smacked his chest, "Perfectly fine but that match took a lot out of me. I think I just wanna lie down and watch something."

"You sure? A night out may be just what you need." The blonde asked.

John thought over it for a moment, "Ya know what, you're right. I should go out and celebrate. I mean I got my title back from the R rated superstar." He said the name Edge gave himself mockingly. "Where we goin'?"

Hunter shrugged, smiling slightly at the younger man. "We'll find some place. Just put a shirt on an we'll met you in the parking lot. You can follow us from there."

John nodded as Hunter patted the younger man's shoulder before the blonde left the West Newbury native to himself. With a sigh John walked to his locker and pulled out one of his t-shirts. He threw it on over his head and tugged it down forcefully. John glanced at the watch on his wrist, it was way late. He had an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was going to happen and he didn't want to find out what. Then again maybe all he needed was a late night out. With that thought in mind he tugged on his hat and reached for his bag, wondering where his passenger was. Carlito probably was somewhere with Trish giving the diva a nice farewell gift or something. John shuddered at the thought and just as he was working on getting the images out of his head the locker room door opened.

"I'm going to miss you to Trish. You have my number." The Spanish Canadian said before he stepped into the locker room, gym bag held in his free hand.

John rose a brow at him. "'Bout time bro. Was just 'bout to send a search crew for ya."

The Puerto Rican rolled his eyes, "Are you ready?"

"Been ready. Hope ya don't mind that we're gonna be goin' out wit' Shawn and H." John said, pulling the keys out from his pocket.

Carlito shrugged, "Don't care but I'm not really in the mood to drink anything."

John grinned, "Good then ya can drive the way back to the hotel."

Carlito laughed at he blue eyed mans statement and followed behind as John left the locker room in favor of getting to the parking lot to meet Hunter and Shawn.

-X-

John chuckled as he walked out of the bar. He'd just beat Hunter in a drinking game, the older man having no idea what he was putting himself up against. Now he just wanted a breather, the bar had been excruciatingly hot with all the bodies and their had been some unfriendly faces within. When they'd picked this bar they didn't know that Edge and his little whore had also chosen the spot. The duo had sat in one of the farthest corner of the bar with Randy Orton, Johnny Nitro and Melina in their company. At one point he'd met the eyes of the fiery redhead, something he never really noticed before in them.

The West Newbury native quickly shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? Like he really cared what was going on in that wicked head of hers. Nor did he really want to know what that look had met before she looked away from him. He shook his head again and took a deep breath, sticking his hands into his pockets as he walked a short distance away from the bar to work out his legs.

Something rustled in behind him and John quickly turned around. His senses heightening some as he noticed two shadows approaching him. He stood still watching them stop in front of him. John raised a brow at them.

"Can I help ya?" He asked, glancing from one to the other. His defenses never going down.

"Actually you can." A heavy Canadian accent replied. "Hand over your money."

"I don't-"

Before he could finish his sentence one of the men rushed at him. His street skills kicked into gear as he side stepped the man and brought out his own fist at the man. The first man stumbled back for a second but rushed back at him this time with some assistance from his friend. John exchanged punched back and forth, although he tried to hold his own it was long before the effect from his TLC match wore him down. The two men taking full advantage of John's need to try and catch a breath.

John aimed at one of the men but missed and expected for one of them to get a kick in, instead he only felt a sharp pain shoot through his head as he was hit from behind. A fourth person now joining the fry. The next thing the wrestler knew he was on fours. John tried to stand up but only felt something heavy and hard smack against his back. If every inch of his body wasn't hurting before it sure as hell was hurting now. He groaned as he moved to try and grab one of the guys foot who were attacking me, only for that man to step on his out stretched hand. The group of men laughed at his pain, he vaguely heard one say something in French before he was hosted to his feet. Two men holding onto his arms to hold him still.

John flinched at a fist slammed into his stomach. The wrestler coughed and he felt a rush of a coopery fluid slip from his mouth. Again the men laughed, this time making comments about him bleeding. He struggled under the arms that held him, but couldn't escape. His head was still throbbing from when someone had smacked him over the head and their arms clamped over his own in a vice like grip.

"Get the fuck off me." He rasped out, only to be answered with another fist in his stomach.

The men laughed at his expense. He vaguely heard them talking and then something being unscathed. At the sound, John slowly lifting his head. A flash of silver and then he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. John yelled out as the knife moved in him. The attacker with the knife removed the blade and repeated his action. Three more times he did this and John's body fully went limp. The blue eyed wrestler wondered if this was how he was going to go, but he never could complete that thought as the darkness soon consumed him.

-X-

Lita sighed as she slipped out through the doors. She quickly pulled her jacket tighter around her body. God how she hated northern weather. The redhead walked up the sidewalk and back towards where Edge had parked the car. She'd forgotten her purse inside the vehicle and felt lost without it. It had been Randy's fault as the tall wrestler had rushed her out of the car so that he could drink up to his happy victory.

She couldn't help but shake her head. He could act so childish at time but then again everyone did. Lita yelped in surprise as she nearly slipped. The diva caught her self before any damage could be done, glaring at the pavement for the source of her near downfall. More then a little surprised at the pool of blood that surrounded her foot. Her nose scrunched up in disgust at the sight and her eyes followed the trail to a darkened alley way. A wave of nauseousness flooded over her as she approached the alleyway. Her hand rushed up to cover her mouth as she gasped at the sight before her.

"Oh God..."

It took her a moment to regain herself before she rushed to the man's side and checked for a pulse, relieved when she found one although it was faint. Without hesitation she plucked her cell phone from her pocket and dialed the emergency service number. She rattled off the information as calmly as she could. After doing so she took a good look at the man. He was someone she knew all to well and although she really didn't care for him she couldn't leave John Cena like this. Hazel eyes scanned over his body quickly. He looked horrible. John's eyes remained closed as she inspected him. His hat was thrown off and she could see what was the beginning of numerous bruises on his face as well as opened cuts. The diva shrugged off her jacket and wiped the blood from his face. Tears starting to prick at her eyes as she saw the whole on his stomach. As quickly as she could she pressed her jacket to his wound, the blood quickly behind absorbed.

She worried her lower lip as she continued to gaze at him. This was not how she was planning to spend the rest of night, not with her trying to stop the bleeding of a possibly dying man. It wasn't much longer before she heard the wailing of the sirens and she heard quickly approaching feet. The redhead blinked her tears away as she heard voices shouting and felt herself being eased away at the EMT's went to work. The bloodied jacket was held tightly to her chest as she watched them ease John onto a stretcher, applying a breathing mask over his mouth. She could see the faint breathes her took and silently prayed that he'd make it through as they wheeled him towards the ambulance

"May...may I go with him?" Lita asked shakily, stepping forward and looking at them expectedly. She may have hated him but she'd never wish something like this to happen to him.

One of the EMT's nodded and she climbed into the ambulance as they hooked an IV that would supply him blood. The door was shut behind her and they were off two the hospital. Lita thoughts focusing on the man to laid dying in front of her. How could something like this happen? Especially to him. He was the last person she'd have ever expected to be in this situation and yet here he was. Dying. Lita shook her head quickly and turned as one of the EMT 's preceded to question her, the diva answering as best she could. The bloodied jacket still pressed to her chest as some sort of comfort.