Chapter Twenty-Four Disclaimer: Same as always. I do not own anyone other than the people I previously mentioned as my own characters in preceding chapters. This way, I can't be sued. cackles LOL.

Author's Note: I was reading Wikipedia about a week or so ago, doing some extra digging for recent stuff about Chris Jericho, and man, did I get a surprise! Well, it turns out that either I'm a closet stalker, or I'm psychic, because when I wrote this story, I wrote that Chris has a son, Ash, with his ex-girlfriend, Jessica, and three children (a daughter and twins boys) with his wife, Krys. I was looking at some details in his personal life, and I noticed that in July 2006, a month ago, his wife Jessica had TWIN GIRLS! Now, I was SEVERELY surprised, and now I have this notion that I'm an unknowing psychic stalker, especially when it comes to Chris Jericho's life, LMAO. Anyways, just wanted to throw that out, enjoy!

John Cena wrapped his hands around the throat of the gorgeous slut whose brains he was currently banging out. She writhed and moaned beneath him, doing the occasional howl when he rammed himself savagely into her backside.

"You like that, you little whore?" he snarled, driving himself in with even more force than the previous force. "You like me banging my cock inside you?"

Krys moaned and hollered from the pleasure and pain, writhing beneath him as he slammed into her with enough force to push her up the cheap motel bed. She clutched the bed sheets, arching up to meet his powerful thrusts. "More," she hissed, tilting her head back. "Please, John, more!"

He was only too happy to oblige. Just as he had been smirking in the disbelieving face of that whiny little bitch, Chris Jericho, as he thrust painfully inside his wife, John woke up from his dreamlike state.

"What the hell? Aw, man!" he moaned, beating the pillow in frustration. "Just when it was getting good, too…" He looked underneath the blankets to see his massive hard-on, and sucked his teeth in even more frustration. "Thanks a lot for the fantasies, you bitch," he snarled in particular to no one. The ring rat he'd kicked out the night before had only satisfied his needs for that night; the memories of hearing her screaming his name only to boost his ego did nothing for the painful erection he had at that very moment.

Just as he was about to hop out of the bed and into a cold shower, his cell phone rang. Half expecting it to be Randy to brag even more about making the Irvine bitch cry like a baby, he yanked the phone out of his bag, accepted the call, and snapped, "Hello?"

"I have no idea who the hell it is you think you're talking to, Cena," a woman's voice snapped, "but you'd damn well better get that tone out of your voice before I fuck you up."

Sighing, John ran a hand through his short hair. "Sorry," he apologized. "I'm sort of on a short leash, and I thought you were Orton, calling to brag about making Jericho's wife cry on Monday."

"Aw, got a little boner, do you?" the voice said sarcastically, and John gritted his teeth as this bitch insulted his manhood. "Who honestly gives a shit about your needs, Cena, besides the stupid little fan-girl sluts who'd sell their souls to the Devil to have you fuck them, and leave them disappointed?" She laughed cruelly at John's silence on the other end. "Anyway, so Orton made Krys cry, huh? Seems the stupid bitch is doing too much of that shit nowadays, if you ask me."

"Yeah, well, no one asked you, quite frankly."

"Keep talking shit, Cena, and I'll have Vince and Johnny Ace informed of this little scheme between us two, and your title and career will be gone so fast, you won't even remember the last time you had someone cheer for you." The woman's tone was dead calm, and Cena knew she meant every single word of her threat.

"Aight, woman chill, damn."

"So, pertaining to my little call… The night you show up on RAW as the first draft pick, I want you to automatically put the moves on Krys. Make her feel special, flatter her, whatever that shit is guys like you pull to get a ho like her into the sack. Make Chris jealous of you, enough to want to beat your ass for real, instead of a scripted beating. Naturally, if Krys says something to Chris, it'll be your word against hers, and Chris will believe just about anything the stupid little black whore will say." Her words dripped of venom, and John was almost afraid of how much further into this plan he wanted to delve.

"Don't you think this is all a little extreme just to get a guy back?" he asked, his conscience starting to get the better of him. He nearly dropped the phone when the woman snapped on him.

"Don't you dare fucking question the things I do, or have you do!" she yelled into the phone. "I want your ass to do what I tell you to do, without question, or else your career is fucked. GOT ME?"

"Yeah, yeah, calm your ass down."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, don't get worked up over dumb shit, woman, jeez. What the hell did this girl do to you that makes you hate her so damned much?"

The woman took a minute or two before giving John her answer. "She took the only man I'd ever loved from me. He was my meal ticket, more or less, but I really loved him. We connected in so many ways, the sex was great, he loves little Ash…" Her voice trailed off, and John had to stop and wonder if she was crying on the other end. Just as he was about to ask if she were still there, her voice came back on, and in place of the pained young woman that was there a few moments ago, the cold voice back, and said, "Jessica Lee Lockhart is not a loser. I was not born to a family of losers, and I will never concede defeat when it comes to Chris. I love him and our son, and I want that stupid slut to know how it feels to lose him and want him back. I will never, ever forgive her for stealing him from me. She will pay, and she will pay dearly. And you're going to help me, John Cena." With that, she ended the call, without even so much as a goodbye.

As John stared in shock at the phone, Jessica's words rang in his head. "I will never, ever forgive her for stealing him from me. She will pay, and she will pay dearly. And you're going to help me, John Cena."

Am I even sure I want to still go through with this? he had to ask himself. And quite frankly, he wasn't too sure he wanted to break up the happy home Chris and Krystle had.

Was Chris and Krystle's happy home really worth breaking up, to keep whatever secrets Jessica had about him just that, a secret?