John Cena was in Los Angles today, waiting to attend RAW. He was at the gym, as per usual. This was what he did on the hours he had before RAW. Today was April 30, the day after he'd beaten Brock Lesnar at Extreme Rules. It was bittersweet, really. Sure, he won, but he paid the price. His arm was fucked up and he was feeling pain all throughout his body.

But it was worth it. He'd gotten his mojo back, started to use his padlock again. The classic Cena was back and he was here to stay.

"Ready for tonight?"

John's best friend, Randy Orton was spotting him as he bench pressed

John shrugged. "I guess so. I'm ready for that shit Laurinaitis is pulling to stop. You know he wants me to meet him in the ring tonight to find out who my Over the Limit opponent is."

Randy patted his best friend's shoulder. "Dude, it's a story line. And Laurinaitis can't beat you no matter what Tensai and his little bitch do to you. You know that."

John sighed and raised the bar over his head.

"Think we'll see anybody we know?" Randy asked, "You know, some of the ex-divas live here."

John grunted and uttered, "Like who?"

Randy thought for a moment. "Like Candice...and Torrie," Randy hesitated, "and Stacy."

John's heart went out to Randy. Just recently, they'd both had their divorces finalized. It was no secret that Randy was still deeply in love with his ex, Stacy Keibler. But she was dating George Clooney, and how could he compete with that? Besides, Randy wasn't one to screw up a relationship. However, if he knew that he could, he would smugly take Stacy from George.

John's heart wrenched at the mention of Torrie. She and him had been great friends way back when. Then, she started to date Nick Mitchell, which was when their relationship had really gotten strained. Worst of all, though, she began to date Alex Rodriguez, and he lost all contact with her. He really missed his friend. For a while, she'd been the

only friend in the WWE that he had, well, until he met Randy, RVD, Rey, Eddie, Jeff, Matt, Hunter, and Shawn. Now, they didn't speak at all.

And it was all because of that night.

It was almost a year ago. April, right after Wrestlemania, right when his troubles with the Rock really began to brew. She, Candice Michelle, and Lilian Garcia (TLC) were taking a small trip and just happened to arrive at a RAW live event. It was the first one that Torrie had been to in a long time. She was feeling a little down after her breakup with Nick Mitchell, though it had been almost four months after it. No one likes being cheated on, and it had just happened to her again.

She, Lilian, and Candice had a great night. First, they all went out and ate, then for pre-event cosmos (like old times), and then went to the show. The show turned out as expected. All faces victorious, all heels defeated, but then, it was just a live event. That's what happens at them.

After the show, TLC went backstage to visit their old friends. But as soon as Torrie met up with John, she ditched her friends and just hung out with him all night in his locker room. She expressed her concerns about Nick, he expressed his about Elizabeth, his then-girlfriend, now ex-wife.

And then it happened.

John's radio was playing his Creed: Greatest Hits CD. To this day, Torrie could remember the very songs that bounced around the room that night. She could also remember the big bottle of red wine that they'd downed between the two of them. So yes, they were tipsy, but unlike what they'd told their friends, they weren't drunk. Merely buzzed. The type of buzz where you can still drive, but probably shouldn't. This is how Torrie describes what happened that night now.

Torrie still could not get the haunted look of John's eyes out of her head. "I've missed you so much, Torrie."

Torrie then felt the corners of her mouth turn down into a frown, tears and sobs threatening to escape. She missed him, too, but Nick hated her relationship with John, any man, actually. That went for married and gay men, too. Since Cena wasn't married, he was threatened by him. And if you know anything about Torrie Wilson, it's that she's not, never has been one for confrontation.

"Missed you, too," she murmured. Her eyes filled with tears.

Their eyes locked, causing their hearts to both skip a beat. They knew what they wanted. They knew what the other person wanted. They knew that it was going to happen.

Without a logical thought in his mind, John's mouth collided with Torrie's and she pressed her hands against his cheeks, bringing him closer to her. Almost instantly, both of their lips parted, letting their tongues meet, the kiss and the passion in the room intensifying. Torrie felt John break the kiss and then he began kissing her cheek, neck, ears, collarbone, and shoulders. She wondered how far he'd go before he kissed her mouth again. She didn't want to risk not being able to kiss him again, so she seized his head in her hands and guided his face back to hers, kissing him all over again.

He reached his hands inside of her pink blouse and yanked it over her head. Not to let him get ahead of her, Torrie mirrored by ripping off John's purple T-shirt. They undid each other's jeans (in John's case, it was shorts) and let them fall to the floor, useless to them now. John caressed Torrie's side, sliding his fingers up to her bra and he kneaded his fingers inside of it, determined to get if off of her. He didn't bother undoing the hooks, there wasn't enough time. Still kissing passionately, their last article of clothing, the ones holding them back the most, were removed.

Torrie wasn't on the pill. John didn't have a condom. And yet, there was no concern about protection that night. Only one thing was on the their minds, and that was sex.

Or was it just sex?

In John's mind, it wasn't. He'd actually felt something for Torrie, and he thought that she felt something for him, too. Evidently, however, he was wrong. Because when he woke up, she was gone, nowhere to be found. He looked for her for days afterword and called her (she didn't answer) and all of her friends. They said that they hadn't seen her. But he knew that they were lying. He didn't know what he'd done wrong, but the way that she was acting really hurt him. Hurt him to a point that he wasn't positive he could pull himself out of.

Now, Torrie had a baby girl, named Jorrie. He'd never even met the baby, never seen a picture of her. The story on was that she'd gotten a sperm donation. Apparently, she wanted to do something for herself, have something happy and positive in her life. Ha, right.

Who did she think that she was bullshitting? What John believed was that her ex-boyfriend, who, in his eyes was a stupid dick of a steroid user. Alex Rodriguez, or A-Rod (whatever the hell you called him) had knocked her up and fled. And for some reason, she thought that it was a good idea

to cover that shit up. It wasn't, and he could just kill A-Rod for doing that to Torrie. Was he even paying child support? Helping raise the kid at all? John knew that if she were his kid, he'd devote his life to her, spoil her rotten, shower her with attention, make her feel like the best thing on the fucking earth. Because that's what a real father did.

If only John knew that Jorrie was his child.