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John Cena looked at the Limo driver with curiosity. He didn't look more than 16. "Ah well." thought John. "He's probably one of those lucky guys who will look 20 when he's 40." Cena settled himself into the backseat of the limo and closed his eyes. He was going to get a little nap before the "Make a Wish" event. Because his eyes were closed, he didn't see the doors automatically lock.

Fifteen Minutes later, John awoke with a start. He thought someone had shouted, "Wake up!" Cena rubbed his eyes and looked around and practically jumped out of his skin. "What in the world?" There were people surrounding the limo staring in at him. Actually, the more his eyes adjusted, he realized that these were children, six of them, of varying ages. They were all male. The effect of them looking in on him was creepy. Where in the heck was the driver?

Were these "Make a Wish" kids? He didn't think so. They looked perfectly healthy and besides, the car was parked in a tiny vacant lot next to a run down, abandoned looking building. John tried to open the door to find out what was going on. He couldn't get it open. He tried to open the windows and the other door. Those would not budge either. "Hey!" John shouted so they could hear him through the doors and closed windows. "Can any of you fellas open the door from the outside?"

The boys were not making any move to let him out, but John noticed that someone was coming forward from behind a large refrigerator box. It was the driver! "What is the deal here buddy?" shouted John as he tried again, unsuccessfully, to get the door open.

The young looking driver came closer, and aimed a gun at John's head through the window. "Oh crap." said John. In spite of being locked in a limo, miles from where he was supposed to be, he did not see this coming at all. "Ok kid. Ok." said Cena as he put his hands in the air.

One of the boys opened the door, but the driver kept the gun trained on John. "You kids are gonna get in a lot of trouble." Cena reasoned.

"Not if we're careful." said the driver. "Get out carefully please. Put your arms behind your back. If you try anything, I'll shoot."

"Do you want money? Is that it?" Cena reached for his wallet.

"Keep your hands where we can see them, and get out of the car. I swear I'll fire this gun."

John did not want to be shot by this kid. In addition, he did not want any of the children, gunman included, getting hurt. There could be ricochet. He felt it would be best to go along with what these boys wanted. Who knew all the harm that would be done if he lunged for the gun?

Slowly John exited the vehicle and put his hands behind his back.

"Billy, cuff him." A kid who looked about thirteen cuffed John's hands behind him.

Two younger boys pushed an old wheelchair forward.

"Please sit down in that."

John sat in the chair feeling rather ridiculous at allowing himself to be dominated by children.

"Tie him up." ordered the teen with the gun.

"Aw c'mon now guys. Ow! That's really tight! This isn't necessary! Stop it!"

By the time the boys were finished with their handiwork, Cena's shoulders and legs were trussed to the wheelchair. The wrestler was getting pretty ticked off. He glared at the leader of the group and asked, "What is it that you want from me exactly? What is this about? I don't have time right now for the childish games of the Disney version of thugs."

Somebody behind John gagged him with a thick cloth of some kind, then tied it behind his head. "Grrrrrrr!" he growled behind the cloth.

"Move him out!" shouted the leader.

As John Cena was pushed towards the abandoned building, he shook his head back and forth in disbelief. He could not believe what was happening.