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Sorry for that short chapter…it was quick. Here is the next.

Disclaimer: Ya'll know where to find it… Kyra and Tristan are my Characters also is the plot.


Chapter Seven: The Past hurts…

While John was helping me to the Trainers office, I collapsed backstage. He then carried to the trainers and they help me out.


John's POV
"So how is she?" I asked mark, the trainer tending Kyra..

"She'll be fine. Slight bruising to her shoulders and abdomen, but she will be fine by the end of this week if she takes it easy. She should wake up in about an hour… you can take her to her home after the show. She shouldn't drive right now."

"Thanks Mark, You're awesome. Thank god her match was at nine thirty instead of eleven. That would have been rough. I'll be back in a little bit."

"I'll keep an open eyeball on her." Mark said as I left I waved my thanks for his help.

I was heading toward my locker room. My train of thought got lost what had been said between Kyra and Trish before the match. They met before! How? That isn't exactly impossible, but in a ring is…almost. I need to find out. I thought as I saw a distraught Trish enter the female locker room. I stopped walking for a minute and looked around. Then it hit me. Trish can tell me… I walked up to the door, hesitated, then rapped three times on the door.

"Everybody Decent?" I asked… following protocol.

"Who's there?" a voice called from inside.

"He is the one and only, Mr. John Cena!" I replied sarcastically.

"Hold on a sec… Come on in John." I hear come from inside, then I open the door to five women looking at me.

"May we help you Mr. Champion?" Candice Michelle asked me.

"Yeah, I'm looking for Trish, I saw her disappear in here a minute ago. I need a word."

"What John?" I see a figure all of a sudden appears from a closed doorway.

"I was hoping that it might be in private. My locker room in a minute or two, maybe?"

"I was about to get in the shower."

"Okay then, Meet me there after your shower."

"Fine, be there in fifteen minutes." She says shutting the bathroom door.

"Thank you, Trish. Goodbye ladies!" I say, making my way back to the door.

'I wonder what crawled up her ass last night. She looked regally pissed off.' I think, making my way to my locker room. Entering and sitting down. 'I hope Kyra will still be able to come to ringside with me at my match like she promised…and well, I believe this hat and chain are now hers. Maybe I should make a bet of mine on my match so I have a fair game at them lunch and dinner dates I wanted. Damn! I was so close to getting them too!'

"Hey John… John… JOHN!" SMACK

"Jesus H. Christ! You didn't have to hit me that hard Shawn!" I say, jumping up to the one and only show stopper standing next to me.

"You were lost in a daze, so yes I did! You didn't even respond to my poking you in the shoulder!"

"Sorry, but damn, that hurt. Pour water in my face next time. What do you want anyway?"

"To see if you're ready to take them Tag titles from Rated RKO!"

"Yeah, course I'm ready, my mind is lingering on something else till that mystery is solved, but yeah I'm ready Shaun."

"Bull shit… you lost in thought on something else." Knock… Knock…

"Come in! Could you leave for a couple minutes Shaun? This won't take long."

"Yeah sure… whatever. Hey Trish, what's up?" Shaun says, walking out the door.

"A lot… What did you want to talk about John?"

"I wanted an explanation about what happened earlier."

"What part of it?"

"You've met her in a ring before… and apparently lost. How and why?"

"Long story, I guess she probably informed you about her five maliciously received wounds?"

"She did, 2 nights ago when she met Vince for dinner."

"Well, I met her later on in the hospital after being informed that she looked up to me and wanted to meet me before I leave the WWE. So I went for a visit, and she was quite eager about it when I came. We began to joke around, then a small bet was made, and she made a challenge, I said whenever she was ready to have a go. One day I received a phone call, and she called up the bet, and I went, true to my word. Well, it kinda went like this, she joined the Air Force, as you probably know, but after she joined the air force, she began to wrestle inside the force, kinda like Bobby Lashley. When I arrived, I was in disbelief; especially when I found out she was the Forces Women's Champion. She was a powerful young woman. Very uncontested because she was so… overwhelming to most of the other 'robust' girls, I suppose. Well, I wrestled her and she caught me in mid stratus faction. Which I might add is quite problematical to do. Then she caught me in a very arduous roll-up and pinned me. I lost outrageously fast. I still shook her hand when it was offered, but I was kinda really pissed off. I guess over the years, she stopped wrestling and lighted up her training. It was a little easier for me to gain the advantage today. But I still lost." Trish finished.

"Wow… never would have thought of that. Funny, I knew her being all cocky today was kinda out of whack."

"Well, she was right when she said she was gonna 'rip me a new one' huh?" Trish said, with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah, and now I have lost my Chain and hat, PLUS my lunch and dinner dates with her."

"Damn, sucks for you… By the way, how's she doing?"

"I should go check and see if she is awake now… would you like to accompany me?"

"Sure, she is an old friend." Trish says, walking out the door I hold open.


End John's POV
"Uhh… my neck…" I grumble from the med table I'm lying on.

"Yeah, well, you took that stratus faction pretty hard…" I hear a familiar voice above me.

"Yeah, well, you delivered it… didn't you? Damn… them son's-o-bitches hurt Trish!" I say, looking at my friend.

"Yeah, well, everyone else in the locker room except you would know that till now... Haven't you learned that yet?"

"Not till now…"

"So, are you still up for ringside, my dear friend?" a male voice comes from behind.

"Of course, john, I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"Well, let's get going then!" HBK says, standing next to him. "We don't want to be late! Here, I brought you 2 these, so you can support us. Pick one." He finishes, tossing us a Cena Shirt and a D-X shirt.

"I call D-X!" Trish says, tossing me the Cena one.

"I wanted Cena anyway! So let's rumble!" I say, walking towards the arena side by side with John, Trish, and Shawn.

Shawn's Music went first and Trish went with him… sporting her new D-X Shirt. John's Music cued him next, and he walked out, motioning for me to wait for his signal to come out. He then, after waving his title about, he waved for me to come out, sporting my new Chain Gang T-shirt. Trish grabbed a mic, and stopped john before we made our way to the ring.

"John, I believe you owe Kyra something…" She said, and he looked at her quizzically. "You made a bet I believe… and that-there hat on your head and that chain around your neck belong to her." I looked at her, chuckled, and then turned to him and a hand-it-over-now stance. He reluctantly gave in, and muttered in my ear, "I'll get you back for this!" and then began his way toward the Ring. Trish and I stood to the outside because Rated RKO was in the ring. The ref signaled for the bell to begin.


No POV This is what really happened for the tag titles!
HBK started against Edge with a lengthy lock-up. Edge got first strike points, but missed a shoulder thrust in the corner, allowing HBK to take him down with an enziguiri. Michaels taunted Orton and went back to work on Edge with a series of chops and a knee lift. Cena tagged in to a nice pop and caught Edge with a hip toss and a body slam. The champ still had his ribs taped. A "Cena" chant broke out, as the champ scored with a DDT for a near fall. Edge bought himself the time to tag Orton when he tossed Cena into the corner turnbuckle. Randy came in and went to work, but Cena soon came back with a Fisherman's suplex for a near fall. Orton raked his eyes, though, and regained control. Randy backed the champ into the heel corner.

Cheap tactics followed from Rated-RKO, but Cena battled back and pushed Orton into Edge, knocking the Rated-R Superstar off the apron and to the floor. The champ caught Orton with a roll-up for a near fall. Edge was upset that Orton had knocked him off the apron. Orton, who had regained control once again with a standing dropkick, pleaded his case to his partner. Edge started to leave the ringside area, as Orton begged him to come back. Edge got tagged by Orton, tried a whip but Cena countered dropping Edge with a diving shoulder tackle, a clothesline, and the Prototype spinning back drop. He tried to follow with the Five Knuckle Shuffle, but Orton caught him in the kidney area with hard punch. HBK tried to reason with the ref.

Edge scored a near fall stemming from Orton's kidney punch. Cena tried to crawl over to HBK to make the hot tag, but Rated-RKO maintained control. Orton tagged in and stomped a mud hole in the champ. Randy followed with a jumping knee drop and tagged Edge. Edge taunted the crowd and blasted Cena with a standing dropkick. He could not put the champ down for the count, though. Edge changed gears and drove his knee into Cena's injured kidneys/ribs. Orton tagged in and gave Cena a leg drop and another jumping knee drop. Randy pummeled him several clubbing forearm blows and then locked on a body scissors around Cena's mid-section.

At that point, Cena's forehead cut re-opened. Nonetheless, Cena powered back to his feet with Orton still wrapped around him. The champ rammed Orton into the turnbuckle, but Orton came back with a thumb to the eyes. The Legend Killer tried for a dropkick, but Cena held onto the ropes. They each crawled to their corners. HBK made the hot tag and cleaned house. He caught Edge with a flying forearm and an inverted atomic drop. Michaels followed with a body slam and flying elbow drop off the top rope. He then tuned up the band for Sweet Chin Music, but Orton came into the ring and dropkicked him. Edge crawled over and tagged Randy, who promptly poised for the RKO. HBK countered the finisher and pushed Orton to his back. Cena came in and gave Orton the FU. For the 1…2…3! CENA AND HBK GOT THE WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES!


End Match
"WOO! Awesome Job Guys! That was a white knuckle match for sure!" I say hugging them both as we sat down in John's Locker room. John and Shawn weren't that happy about anything, they both kept giving one another nervous glances at one another and the WWE Title hanging up on John's gear rack.

"John…" Shawn began.


HAHA!!! I CLIFFIED YOU GUYS!!

Ah, well, don't worry about it. It was a good chapter anyway! Well, I hope to have the next up pretty soon!

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