John was pumped for his match. He put a hot towel on his knee to relax the muscles.
"Cena, you're on in 10." said a crew member.
"Thanks,"
John jogged in place, then looked at himself in a mirror. He was almost 40 and was still in great shape.
"Wrestle every match like it's your last." he said to himself.
He went out to gorilla and waited for the blaring of trumpets to sound in the arena.
"When John flys back tonight, I'm gonna give him a surprise!" Mickie giggled.
"Do I even want to know?" Kelly looked oddly at her.
Mickie shook her head and continued giggling.
Kelly just shrugged and went to feed the baby.
"You're getting big, aren't you!" Kelly said to the infant.
Baby Kelly just looked up with grey eyes and grunted.
"Daddy's gonna be home tonight, so mommy can finally rest for more than an hour!"
Finally, Randy walked in.
"Where's John?" Kelly asked.
"Uh, well, he's at the hospital..."
"HOSPITAL?!" Mickie yelled and ran to the door where Randy was still standing,"WHAT HAPPENED IS HE OKAY?!"
"He's fine, but his knee kinda gave out during his match..."
"GAVE OUT?!"
"Yeah it's...it's re-broken..."
Mickie slid down the wall and sat down.
"Looks like he'll be retiring early, which he's pretty upset about, but hey, he'll be here with you 'n Ted, Mick." Randy sighed and dragged his luggage up the stairs to his room.
'I guess that is a silver lining,' Mickie thought to herself. She decided to text John.
MJ: Babe, are you ok?
JC: yeah I'll b home in a few
MJ: I heard from Randy already...
JC: oh
JC: rly
MJ: yeah
JC: well I just gotta finish gettin this damn cast then hes gonna pick me up
MJ: I'll go w him
JC: :T
MJ: what
JC: babe I don't want you to c me in so much pain
MJ: I wanna help calm u down!
JC: ugh fine, if u want to,
She tucked her phone in her pocket and waited for Randy to come back down the stairs.
"Kelly, I'll be right back, I'm gonna go pick up John," Randy said.
"Is it alright if I come with you?" Mickie said shyly.
"Uh..." Randy sighed,"I guess, if you want,"
They got in Randy's car and headed to the hospital.
John was sent to the hospital as soon as their flight landed. He passed out from so much pain and exhaustion during the flight so at least he wasn't screaming.
"Alright Mr. Cena," said the doctor,"you gotta take two of these pills every morning and night."
"Okay," John grabbed the vile of pills and hobbled out on crutches. Randy honked his horn and John hobbled over to the car. He sat in the back of the car with his crutches laid across his lap.
"Are you feeling better?" Mickie said looking behind her seat at him.
"Eh," John made a face,"they have me on sone strong pain pills so I guess I'm alright at the moment."
"That's better than you screaming this whole time. I don't think my eardrums could take any more of that." Randy laughed.
John rolled his eyes.
"So how'd it happen?" she asked.
"Uh..." John stared out the window.
"He botched." Randy sighed. John was obviously embarrassed about it.
"What?" she said.
"Botched a landing. It looked bad, he was supposed to land on his feet when Show threw him but he landed so awkwardly and...crack!"
Mickie made a painful expression and hissed,"Ouch...sounds bad..."
"It was,"John sighed rubbing his forehead,"Vince saw it and messaged the ring side crew. They changed the end at the last minute, and...I'm not champ."
Mickie could tell John was upset about not being able to hold the gold one last time.
They pulled into the driveway and Randy helped John with his crutches. As soon as they got inside, John flopped on the couch.
"UGH." John sighed loudly.
The boys were asleep upstairs already so John didn't have to deal with Ted jumping on him or anything.
John decided he would announce his retirement on Raw the following week. Vince wouldn't be happy but at least he would understand.
A/N: FINALLY...I HAVE FINISHED THIS DAMN CHAPTER! I'll be trying to wrap up this story soon here within the next couple months. And yes I know some of y'all didn't want me to retire John but I was gonna be stuck if I didn't, soooooo...