I ran. I ran faster then I could ever remember running. Everything about John Cena that I'd known was being flipped on it's back.

Apperently, John Cena was a cheater and a liar. John Cena was the reason that CM Punk went insane. John Cena was using Ryback to get the title...but now what for?

I shook my head. I'll find out soon enough.

I finally found Ryback tearing an interview set clean apart. It looked like Godzilla had thrown a temper tantrum by the time I'd got there. People were yelling and screaming at Ryback to stop.

Panting, I ran up and grabbed Ryback by the singlet before he could throw another camera down.

"Ryback, stop!" I yelled, trying to pull him back, "You aren't going to fix anything by costing the company thousands of dollars!"

Ryback put the camera down (Not particularlly gently, but at least it wasn't broken) and let out a heartbroken roar. I let go of his singlet and gathered him into my arms.

"He cheated on me." Ryback managed to choke out, "He cheated on me with that Punk scum and accused me of being a lazy liar!"

"I know, Punk told me." I said softly, "If it's any consolation, Punk's not letting him. Or trying anyway. And trust me, you aren't a lazy anything."

"But why..." Ryback said, "Why would he do this? This isn't John..."

I looked up. "I know..."

At this point, I knew what had to be done. I guided Ryback to a vacant room where he could mourn in peace. "Stay here." I said, my eyes darkening, "I'm going to go find John."

It didn't take me long to find the golden boy of the WWE after making a slight detour. On the good side, he was alone. On the bad side, he was walking towards his car to go back to the hotel.

My legs were starting to ache from running to and fro today, but I dashed towards him. By the time I reached John, he was already in his car.

"John!" I yelled, beating on the window, "Get out here and talk to me!"

John looked over and glared at me before getting out of his car. "What do you need Nix?" He asked, "I'm really tired today."

"Yeah." I scowled, "Tired after trying to swap spit with CM Punk!"

John gasped and pulled me close. "How do you know about that?!"

I pulled the blue star half pendant ot of my pocket and held it up. "I know people. Like my best friend."

John pinned me against the car. "I told you to stay out of this! If word gets out, I'm ruined!" He hissed.

"So your more concerned about your job then the people you've hurt?" I questioned, "What about Zack? Or Randy? Or Punk? Or Ryback?"

"Shut up!" John jerked me backwards, making my head slam against the car. "You don't know anything!"

"I know enough!" I yelled, kicking John in the groin. John inhaled sharply and dropped me. I quickly pounced on him, pinning him to the ground by letting my dead weight smother him.

"Ryback was right! You are using him!" I yelled glaring into John's eyes, "And for what? A fake gold belt around your waist!"

"You'll get it eventually kid," John growled, "You ain't getting anywhere in this company without that belt!"

"We're so glad you think that Cena."

John looked over and gasped fearfully. I smirked and looked over. Miz was walking over to us from his car holding a video camera, with Cody and Damien behind him, holding two backup cameras.

"How did you..." John stuttered.

"When Nix said she knows people, she wasn't kidding." Miz said, holding up the camera.

"It'd be a real shame if this video were to get uploaded to the internet..." Cody mused.

"I'm quite positive your career would be over." Damien followed up tauntingly.

"You..." John growled, "You wouldn't dare..."

Miz chuckled. "Really? I wouldn't dare? Really?"

I laughed venomously in his face. "Tell you what Cena. We won't upload the video on one condition. You leave Ryback and Punk alone, and the next time you pull a stunt like this...well, let's just say that thousands of small children are going to be crying 'cause their favorite hero just got terminated. Got it?"

John nodded quickly, and I rolled off of him and stood up. "Good. Miz, Cody, Damien, take care of him please."

Miz raised an eyebrow at me. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to make sure Ryback is okay."

When I found Ryback, he'd calmed down considerably, though he was still obviously upset. I approached him, concern etched on my face. "Rybie?" I called softly, making use of the old nickname, "Are you okay?"

Ryback looked up at me. "What do you think?"

I sat down next to him and put my hand on his shaven head. "Better then you were earlier. If it's any consolation, John's not going to be bothering you anytime soon." For this week... I thought sadly. To be honest, I didn't know what John's intentions were, and after tonight, I was kinda scared to find out.

Ryback gave a shuddering sigh. "What do I do now Nixie?" He asked me pitifuly, using his own nickname for me, "I...I loved him."

I sighed and wrapped my arms around him. "I'm not going to lie to you...I don't know."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Punk was standing in the doorway with a concerned expression. "May I be of any help? I promise I come in peace."

Ryback tensed and growled at Punk, but I waved my hand at him and allowed him to continue. "Go on."

"You aren't the only person John's hurt." Punk said, "I know exactly what you're feeling, and I want to help. I never let John make any move on me while he was dating you. I'm not that kind of man. And as for our earlier fued, I fought so hard against you because I respect your power. I was scared of you, to be honest. And I really had no idea about Brad Maddox. That was all Paul Heyman...who I'm leaving."

Punk walked up to Ryback and held his hand out to him. "If you don't mind, I'd like to be able to help you trust love again."

Ryback stared at the hand of who he'd thought to be his enemy. Looking up at Punk, he smiled before taking his hand and firmly shaking it.

"Just promise me one thing," Ryback said, "We get our revenge on John Cena."

Punk let out a hearty laugh and pulled Ryback to his feet. "It's a deal!"

I looked on at the two and smiled. I did love it when two people came together.

I left the two to talk amongst themselves while I thought to myself. So John was a villain now? I shook my head mournfully. To think so many people in the business trust him...

Well, I thought to myself, smiling, At least something good came out of this. Have fun, Punk, Ryback. This is going to be a really fun ride.

And there you have it. Not as long as I'd liked to be, but I hope that this'll do. Hopefully though I won't have to do something like this every Raw...or should I hope? Anyway, here you go. And I'm sorry for all of the spelling mistakes last chapter, I was on a real roll, and my fingers slip sometimes. Usually I can catch it before I post, but I was really excited about that chapter. Meow.