All of the pain that Kenny has caused Lita and her friends will finally blow up in his face in this chapter! Boy, talk about sweet revenge!
I'm looking forward to the WWE special 'Tribute To The Troops' on Christmas day. I love those type of shows because they're showing us that the United States of America does care about our men and women! I sure do!
Enjoy and happy reading!
Lots of love, hugs and kisses from your resident writer and friend, Nina!
Author's note: nothing new to add at this time.
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Two weeks later...
Boston, Massachuttes...
Cena's trial...
"Will the defendant stand up, please?" The judge demanded.
Cena and his lawyers hesitantly stood up just as the jury returned to their seats. Trish sat behind him, her eyes filled with tears and she was holding his throwback jersey in her arms as a good luck charm. Vince and Linda sat right next to her, crossing their fingers in hoping the verdict will come out right. Poor Cena. For the last two months, he's been held up in a jail cell, praying for a miracle and wishing someone would come and stop this nonsense from happening.
So far, it hasn't happened. And it was killing him on the inside.
"Have you reached a verdict?" the judge asked.
"We have, your honor," one of the jury member replied.
"Then please read your verdict. Will the defendant remain standing?"
"We the jury, find the defendant, John Felix Anthony Cena..."
"WAIT!" a strong female voice yelled.
Everyone in the room turned around in their seats and saw Amy barging in with Hunter trailing close behind. She had the piece of paper and the bottle of alcohol in her hands while he was holding a videotape in his hands.
"Young lady, you better have a damn good reason why you interrupting a court in session," the judge said defiantly.
"I do, Your Honor. My reason for coming here today does concerns the defendant, John Cena," Amy said, apparently out of breath.
"The jury were about to read the verdict. We were about to hear it."
"I know. But I'm glad we came before the verdict was read. What if I told you I had concrete proof that John Cena is innocent of the crimes?"
That got the judge's attention. "What's your name, young lady?"
"Amy Dumas. The man standing next to me is my boyfriend, Hunter Hearst Helmsley."
"Your Honor, are you gonna allow this to happen?" one of the prosecutors scorned.
"If she has concrete proof, then, yes, I will allow it. Please, come up here and take the stand, Ms. Dumas."
Amy did just that, with the help of the bailiff. Hunter took a seat next to Vince on the bench and watched his girlfriend being sworn in under oath. Then she sat down on the chair.
"All right, Ms. Dumas. You may state your case," the judge said.
She cleared her throat. "Thank you, Your Honor. My name is Amy Christine Dumas. I go by the name Lita in the world of wrestling. John Cena is my co-worker. We both work for World Wrestling Entertainment, or WWE if you like to shorten the letters. I'll admit there are time we would get into verbal fights, mainly over stupid stuff, but nothing more, because he's dating my best friend Trish Stratus."
Trish's heart sank with guilt. Amy still believed they were best friends even thought Trish shut her out because of Cena and Adam. She basically took her anger and frustrations out on Amy for no reason. And it hurt her really badly.
"To get right to the point, what I'm holding in my hand is the bottle of alcohol that was used the night Adam Copeland, my boyfriend was killed. Cena was holding this bottle but, newsflash, he didn't use it. To prove my point, my boyfriend, Hunter Hearst Helmsley has a videotape of the events that went down at Saturday Night's Main Event."
Hunter made his way to the front of the room just as the bailiff came out pushing the television and VCR in front of him. Once he has the system in place and plugged it up to the outlet, Hunter popped the tape in the VCR and pushed 'play'.
And that's when the footage of what happened after the main event appeared on the screen.
For Amy, it was hard to look at the footage again, especially since she experienced first hand what it's like to get your ass handed to you by a man like Cena. She tried to fight back the tears that were falling from her eyes when she saw Adam getting his ass kicked.
"I take it this is a wrestling angle, right?" the judge asked out of the blue.
"Unfortunately, yes. Cena has to act like he was really pissed because he was screwed out of the WWE title by us. He then goes after me and Adam (Edge) and goes crazy. Then, he pulls out the bottle of alcohol and started going after Adam. But, before he even touches him, Edge goes into a seizure. Immediately, security and EMTs comes out and tries to help him. Even Cena tried to help. And, as you can see, I was too knocked out to notice anything because Cena really did a number on me when he punched me in my face. I didn't find about Adam's death until I ended up in the hospital," Amy explained.
"Your Honor, you can't possibly use the evidence for the defendant, are you? Our testimony stated that Mr. Cena have had a personal vendetta against Mr. Copeland for some time now," the same prosecutor complained.
The judge rolled his eyes. "Maybe so, but this tape looked legit. Please continue with your testimony, Ms. Dumas."
"Thank you, your honor. Anyway, I know exactly the person who killed Adam. Here's the list right here. You should have no problem figuring out who did it." Amy handed the judge the piece of paper. She watched him intently while he scanned over the information a few times. Then he slammed it down on the table.
"I should've known it was that bastard! Ms. Dumas, is he the same man who raped you and almost tried to kill you?" he asked.
"Yes, that's him. Kenny Johnson a.k.a. Kenny the Pimp killed Adam with the bottle of alcohol, then framed Cena for the crimes. He even tried to make me his whore. Fortunately, for me, that didn't happen," she whined.
"I'd heard enough. Now, normally, in cases like this, the defendant would be declared guilty. But, thanks to Ms. Dumas' testimony and the concrete proof she provided for us, that won't be happening in my courtroom. Therefore, I'm declaring John Cena not guilty of the murder of Adam Copeland. Case dismissed!" the judge declared as he slammed his gravel down.
Everyone in the courtroom erupted in a loud cheer. Tears of joy and relief fell from Amy's eyes as she stepped down from the bench. Hunter immediately swooped her up in his strong arms and twirled her around, kissing her madly. He set her down and watched as she saw Cena and Trish embracing the same way they had embraced.
"I'm so proud of you, baby girl. You really made a difference. Because of you, Cena's now a free man," he said a moment later.
She broke into a wide smile. "I did what was right for him. There was no way in hell I was gonna let Cena go to jail for something he didn't do. I knew in my heart he was innocent."
Speaking of Cena, he and Trish approached the couple with smiles on their faces.
"Ames," Cena choked out. "I really wanna thank you for showing up today. I would be in jail right now if you hadn't said anything."
Amy smiled. "No problem, Johnny."
"And, um, I just want you to know that I didn't mean to hurt you that night. I just lost my temper and lost it. I'm sorry for what I did. Can you please find it in your heart to forgive me?"
"Let's just forgive each other and move on, okay? I admit, I did plan on seeking revenge against you but, throughout time, even I knew you didn't kill him. We both have a lot to make up for. I want us to be friends," she said, smiling brightly. And, with that, they both hugged each other.
"And, Trish," Amy said as she and Cena pulled apart. "I just want you to know that I still consider you my best friend. I don't care what you said to me and I don't care that you slapped me. I love you, Stratus and I'm not gonna change that."
Trish started sobbing. "I can't believe you still think of me as your best friend, Ames. I've been so rotten towards you for something that's not even your fault. And, when you testified earlier, I felt even more guilty because you still loved me. I don't deserve you as a best friend. I feel like such a rotten bitch."
Amy reached out and hugged her best friend tightly. "Don't feel guilty, honey. You were just upset. You have every right to be upset. Let's just be glad all of this is over and we can move on with our lives. You're still my best friend."
"So, does that mean you forgive me?" Trish sniffed.
"You're my best friend, Trisha. I forgive you." Amy smiled.
"I have an idea," Hunter jumped in. "Why don't we all go out and celebrate? My treat."
"Sounds like a good idea, man!" Cena exclaimed, smiling.
The four left the courtroom with their heads held high in triumphant victory. Amy, Trish, Cena and Hunter can now look forward to another day without having to worry about who's gonna destroy them now.
They were looking forward to the good days that laid ahead for them.
They couldn't wait.
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30 minutes later...
County jail...
"In other news at this time, it looks like WWE superstar John Cena will breathe easily and he will see another day on earth now that's he cleared for the murder of Adam Copeland. Earlier today, his fellow co-worker Amy Dumas barged in and got the judge to listen to her testimony. She was so convincing with the evidence that was presented by her that the judge dropped the charges against Cena altogether.
Prosecutors are now in the process of bringing new charges against Kenny Johnson a.k.a. Kenny the Pimp. He's being charged for raping Dumas and attempting to kill her, now he's being indited for the death of Adam Copeland and framing Cena. Furthermore, one of his former dames, Daria Harris, now married to a district attorney has confirmed that she will, in fact, testify against him when his trial begins two weeks from today. We'll have more on this story as it develops..."
"Damn, Kenny. Thanks to those girls, it looks like you're gonna be in here for a LONG time," one of the inmates said and laughed.
He didn't say anything. He hated being here. But, he has no choice. And it was all Daria and Amy's fault. But, he mentally kicked himself for leaving the bottle of alcohol and the list behind in his old house. He knew someone was bound to find it and use it against. He just didn't think Amy would do something like that.
It didn't matter, though. He was done for. All of the pain he had caused had blown up right in his face. Even his mother refused to speak to him when he tried to call her house. When he finally got her on the phone, she lashed out at him for being a pimp and for disrespecting women, including the woman who brought him in this world and raised him without the help of his deadbeat father, who's now in jail. After she declared that she has no son, she hung up the phone on him harshly.
Why he didn't just go to school and become a doctor or something? As he leaned back against the wall, another thought went into his head. Why didn't he just leave town the moment he knew Adam was dead and Cena was tried? And why he couldn't just leave Amy alone? He knew, from the bottom of his heart, that she would never be his whore. She has way too much respect and class to do such a thing.
It didn't matter, though. Kenny had to face facts. He was never gonna see the light of day again.
The truth was a bitch!
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Seven hours later...
Hunter's summer home...
Amy knew she was a winner in love.
Laying in her man's strong arms, she pressed her ear to his chest and listened to his heartbeat, realizing how strong it was. A smile crept up on her face when he leaned down and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead. She knew she was home at last.
Today had been a awesome day for her. She helped Cena, restored her friendship with Trish, agreed to be her maid-of-honor at her wedding and just moments ago, Hunter asked her to marry him. She said yes, of course.
And when they made sweet love, it went beyond that. It was like they were spiritually connected-their souls uniting as one.
Amy smiled again. She laid, contented in his strong arms as she continued listening to his strong heartbeat. He leaned down and planted another searing kiss on her tender forehead before he fell asleep.
She was finally free to love and to be loved. Once again.
Only three chapters left. I promise you it's gonna be really, really good. Stay tuned!
Also, for those of you who loved Little Girl Lost and Saved, thank you for supporting me and understanding the concept of Melissa Jocelyn Davenport. The reason why I said that because some naysayer didn't like the story and thought it was too happy-go-lucky. I'm gonna tell you, right here and now, that's it's not a happy-go-lucky story. I warned people about the subject matter I was writing about but some people just don't get it. And, there will be some major tragic moments coming up. I get mad when people flame my story and then put me down for not trying. If you don't like it, catch this: DON'T FUCKING READ IT!
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