"Kori... You're... Pregnant?!" he whispered.
"Shh! Mike... Please... Don't tell anyone. Not even Seth..." She whimpered slightly, thinking of her loving boyfriend.
"I won't... I promise... How far along are you?" He asked.
"...2 months..." she looked up at him with tears welling in her eyes.
"...Kori...you don't mean..." Miz asked with shock.
"Yes... It's true. It happened…. the rumors were true Mike."she began to cry.
As Number 26 had just gone out, Mike nudged her down the line a little so nobody could hear him.
"Kori, tell me the truth... Did Cen-?" Mike slowly asked.
Before he got a chance to finish, Miz's music went blasting through the arena, with heartbreak in his eyes he wished her good luck. Shivering with nerves Kori wiped her eyes of tears. All she could do was wave. She saw that Miz, Seth, Cena and Sheamus were the last four guys out there, Victoria had left with Dean over the guard rail earlier. She bit her lip, took a deep breath, as her music was about to be played.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Kori smiled her seductive smile as strutted down to the ring. She slowly ducked under the ring, giving each guy an eyeful. Kori, looking each man in the eye sat atop one of the turnbuckles.
Each Superstar continued to fight each other. First Miz went over the top... Then Sheamus... It was down to the Seth, Cena and Kori. She died inside. She knew she would have to end up facing Cena whether she liked it or not. Crossing her fingers her heart was beating a mile a minute.
She closed her eyes and she heard the crowd cheering. Slowly opening her eyes... Her heart sank. Eyeing her from across the ring, was John Cena. She quickly looked back at Seth and he could see the fright in her eyes.
'Hold on baby, I know you can do this.' He mouthed to her as he walked backstage.
"Seth, Seth you need to listen to me!" Mike yelled at him
"What is it Mike?" Seth looked concerned.
"Kori is gonna die out there... She just told me...The rumors? They were all true... Cena did attack her 2 months ago. He lied about it."
"What the hell?! What happened to me?!"
The trainer sighed in sympathy. "Sweetie, you had a concussion when you hit the steel steps. I'm sure Alberto didn't mean to toss you off that hard."
"Sure he didn't," Veronica replied acidly, sitting up on the examination table, flexing her neck as the trainer went to clear up some commotion.
"That's my girlfriend and you tell me I can't see her?! I don't even know what the frig happened to her!"
"Dean, I need you to stay calm. She's just been given proper drugs to get her to slee-"
"No I haven't!" Came her slight British accent indignantly. "I'm straight edge; I don't take those Silly things."
Dean glared at the trainer before pushing past him and making his way to his girlfriend.
"Veronica...what happened out there?" He asked, barely keeping in the anger.
She scowled. "Del puto" The name rolled off her tongue in disgust.
Dean growled angrily, running a hand through his untamed hair. "I' . .him." He said it so eerily calm, that it was a certainty he actually would.
"No no no no we won't be killin' anybody...We take revenge. Besides, pain junkie, remember?"
