A/N: Still student teaching...The fun stuff began two weeks ago when I took over full time... YAY!...Any way, I'm back, hopefully, for a while. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and put this story on alert. It really means a lot! Any whoo, enough of my babbling and on with the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own WWE, CSI, or John Cena....darn it!!!

The bell had just sounded. The first round was over and John was standing in the ring as the victor. Dakota couldn't help but feel herself smile. Jericho pulled his head up off the mat, looking around to see what had just hit him, or better yet what had just happened. John reached down and grabbed Jericho by his hair, pulling him to his feet. John tossed him over the top rope, leaving him at the mercy of the superstars standing around. The superstars dragged Chris backstage, preparing for the next stage.

John jumped out of the ring and went over to Dakota. He leaned over and kissed her softly. He stared into her eyes for what seemed like hours.

"I'll be right back. I promise." he kissed her once more and then took off back stage.

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John race out to the parking lot where Jericho was laid out in a heap on the ground. Jericho looked up at John through swollen eyes. He tried to say something, but John couldn't make it out. John picked him yet again by his hair, this time he heard Chris say "Why?"

John looked at Chris as if he had lost his mind. Without even answering him, John picked Chris up and slammed him onto the hood of one of the cars. John had snapped. He barely heard the referee signal the start of the second match, as he was continuing to beat the very breath out of Jericho. The other wrestlers stood around watching the former world champion. Not a word was spoken as John continued to build momentum during the match.

John slammed Chris's head into the car over and over again. He didn't care that the match was going on. He never once thought about winning. The only thing on his mind was making sure that Jericho was beaten to within an inch of his life. John grabbed Jericho and slung him across the parking lot, sending him rolling into the grill of a mustang. John's eyes were glued to Chris's limp body. John stood for a few seconds, watching as Chris struggled to get up. John started running towards him, planning to spear him into the mustang, until Chris rolled out of the way. John slammed hard, ribs first, into the mustang. He cried out in pain, feeling as though as his ribs had been shattered into a million pieces. Jericho smirked knowing that he possibly had gained the upper hand in this match. John held his ribs as he began to get up, moving ever so slowly. He was gasping for air, as Chris came and kicked him hard in the ribs again. John fell to the ground. Chris began taunting him, making sarcastic comments about him, Dakota, and their baby. John knew that enough was enough.

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Dakota was still sitting next to Jerry Lawler and Michael Cole as she watched the match on the Titantron. Tears started streaming down her face. Her nightmare was coming true. Instead of the match causing Chris the most damage possible, it had suddenly backfired on John. She felt a swift kick from their unborn child. "John, baby, please...please get up! We need you..."

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John blinked his eyes open as Chris continued to taunt him. John could have sworn that he heard Dakota say something to him. He knew that too much was riding on this match to just back out now. After all, he was John Cena. He never backed down, and he would never quit. Using all the effort that he had in him, he forced himself up to his feet, still holding his ribs. Jericho moved in for the kill, but was sent hurdling into the windshield of a nearby car. John had FU'd Chris and was dragging his body down to the pavement to cover him with the pin. The referee started counting only to get to a two count. John looked around in desperation, hoping to find something to help him gain the upper hand on Chris. John locked eyes with Triple H, who then just stepped aside to reveal his signature sledge hammer. John walked over and grabbed it, with a quick nod of the head. John turned around and sent the sledge hammer into Chris's gut. He collapsed on top of him, still gasping for air as the referee made a three count and declaring John the winner. John rolled off of Chris, trying to catch his ragged breath, and began to head back into the arena for the last and most hellacious match he would be in for that night, the no rope barb wire death match.