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The arena was filled with screaming fans as John Cena and Eddie Guerreo squared off in their match. John had just got Eddie into a headlock and Latino Heat was trying to elbow his way out. Eddie got out and shoved John to the ropes. When John came back, Eddie hit him with a dropkick and went for the pin. Cena quickly got out of the pin and the match continued on. For another seven minutes or so, the match went back and forth between Eddie and John. It was nearing the end when John was knocked down with a powerful shoulder block. He laid on the mat, forgetting about recovery because he had Dakota and Isabella's kidnapper in mind. Eddie got to the top rope and executed a beautiful frog splash on John Cena. He covered. 1...2...3! "Viva La Rasa!" hit the speakers as Eddie Guerreo began celebrating.
Backstage, John Cena was walking to the locker room when Eddie Guerreo stopped him. "Cena!" Eddie yelled as he spun around.
"Yeah?"
"What was that, esse? You weren't supposed to lose! Remember? We discussed it on the plane. You were supposed to get up while I was in the air and then give me the F-U. Something on your mind?" Latino Heat asked, his face scrunching up as John sighed and patted his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, man. A lot's been happening. If Steph comes looking for me, tell her that I'm out because I've got to go visit somebody. I don't want her bitching at me like she did this morning." John turned around and began walking away as Eddie called after him.
"Visit somebody? This morning? You visiting a nice little lady friend, esse? Does this chica have any friends? Hey! Cena! I'm talking to you!" Eddie shouted as John ignored him and walked into his locker room. He grabbed his bag and walked out of the arena. Walking over to his rental car, he saw a piece of paper stuck on the front window. He sprinted over and ripped it off the dashboard, almost stopping dead in his tracks. "9754 Trevi Rd. Tomorrow night at ten. Don't tell a soul. Or I'll shoot everybody you love." The note read, in the same fancy script that the previous note had. He shoved the note into his pocket and got into his car, driving off in frustration.
Meanwhile, back at Dakota's house, she had just let her mother and brother out. Maria had finally stopped crying and Dakota was partially relieved because her mother had been wailing for about two hours. She waved bye to Dan as he and Maria got into the car and Maria drove back to her house. Dakota Bianchini shut the door, when the telephone rang. She dashed into the kitchen, and picked it up on its third ring. "Hello?"
"Hello! I'm conducting a survey for Mail-Time Express..." The voice rambled on as Dakota slammed down the reciever.
"Indagini stupid! (Stupid surveys!)" She said, furious because she thought it would be the kidnapper. Once again, the telephone rang. Dakota picked it up and placed it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Buon pomeriggio, m'am. Sto vendendo gli abbonamenti per...(Good afternoon, m'am. I am selling the subscription for...)"
"Venditori maledetti! (Cursed vendors!)" She screamed as she hung up the phone. Fed up with the phone calls, Dakota walked over to her fridge to get a drink. She also had this massive headache. As well as getting a drink of water, she opened her medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of painkillers. Opening the bottle, she shook out its contents and realized that she shook out the whole bottle. Dakota stood frozen in the kitchen, with her glass of water by her side and about fifteen painkillers in her hand. She weighed the decision in her mind, with the anger of Isabella's kidnapper in her mind, taking over her whole entire body. The thought took over her mind, as she slowly began to raise her hand that was holding the pills to her mouth. Opening her mouth, she threw the pills in and then took a drink of water, washing it all down. Then she shrugged it off as it was nothing when the telephone rang. She groaned, expecting it to be another person trying to sell her something. Picking it up, she answered with a groggy tone in her voice.
"Hello?"
"Dakota! Why sounding so tired? Are you getting all crazy because you don't have Isabella?" The female voice laughed, as Dakota stood frozen. After a moment, she finally spit out her words.
"Ascolti! (Listen!) Why don't you just stop messing around and bring me my child? Do you have any idea what this is like?"
"Sure, I do! And I like it! But, don't worry dear. You'll get your child soon. If you dare to show up alone tomorrow night. Ciao!" The woman said, hanging up before Dakota could say anything. Now steaming from that last call, Dakota contacted her phone company to track down the call. But, it couldn't be done because once again, the call was being made on a payphone. She hung up and walked around the house and wandered into Isabella's bedroom. Her bed was still unmade and the lamp was still in bits and pieces. Tears began to run down her face as she imagined what her daughter felt like when she was being taken away. Things began to get blurry as she blinked her eyes a couple of times, suddenly turning dizzy. Just as she was leaving the room, holding her head, the doorbell rang. She wobbled down the stairs, almost falling when she reached the door. Outside, John Cena could hear heavy footsteps inside and he wondered what was going on. Dakota opened the door and saw John standing there, looking worried. She was about to speak when all of a sudden, she froze and collapsed to the floor. Her body was limp and lifeless as John looked down to see her fallen at his feet.
The arena was filled with screaming fans as John Cena and Eddie Guerreo squared off in their match. John had just got Eddie into a headlock and Latino Heat was trying to elbow his way out. Eddie got out and shoved John to the ropes. When John came back, Eddie hit him with a dropkick and went for the pin. Cena quickly got out of the pin and the match continued on. For another seven minutes or so, the match went back and forth between Eddie and John. It was nearing the end when John was knocked down with a powerful shoulder block. He laid on the mat, forgetting about recovery because he had Dakota and Isabella's kidnapper in mind. Eddie got to the top rope and executed a beautiful frog splash on John Cena. He covered. 1...2...3! "Viva La Rasa!" hit the speakers as Eddie Guerreo began celebrating.
Backstage, John Cena was walking to the locker room when Eddie Guerreo stopped him. "Cena!" Eddie yelled as he spun around.
"Yeah?"
"What was that, esse? You weren't supposed to lose! Remember? We discussed it on the plane. You were supposed to get up while I was in the air and then give me the F-U. Something on your mind?" Latino Heat asked, his face scrunching up as John sighed and patted his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, man. A lot's been happening. If Steph comes looking for me, tell her that I'm out because I've got to go visit somebody. I don't want her bitching at me like she did this morning." John turned around and began walking away as Eddie called after him.
"Visit somebody? This morning? You visiting a nice little lady friend, esse? Does this chica have any friends? Hey! Cena! I'm talking to you!" Eddie shouted as John ignored him and walked into his locker room. He grabbed his bag and walked out of the arena. Walking over to his rental car, he saw a piece of paper stuck on the front window. He sprinted over and ripped it off the dashboard, almost stopping dead in his tracks. "9754 Trevi Rd. Tomorrow night at ten. Don't tell a soul. Or I'll shoot everybody you love." The note read, in the same fancy script that the previous note had. He shoved the note into his pocket and got into his car, driving off in frustration.
Meanwhile, back at Dakota's house, she had just let her mother and brother out. Maria had finally stopped crying and Dakota was partially relieved because her mother had been wailing for about two hours. She waved bye to Dan as he and Maria got into the car and Maria drove back to her house. Dakota Bianchini shut the door, when the telephone rang. She dashed into the kitchen, and picked it up on its third ring. "Hello?"
"Hello! I'm conducting a survey for Mail-Time Express..." The voice rambled on as Dakota slammed down the reciever.
"Indagini stupid! (Stupid surveys!)" She said, furious because she thought it would be the kidnapper. Once again, the telephone rang. Dakota picked it up and placed it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Buon pomeriggio, m'am. Sto vendendo gli abbonamenti per...(Good afternoon, m'am. I am selling the subscription for...)"
"Venditori maledetti! (Cursed vendors!)" She screamed as she hung up the phone. Fed up with the phone calls, Dakota walked over to her fridge to get a drink. She also had this massive headache. As well as getting a drink of water, she opened her medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of painkillers. Opening the bottle, she shook out its contents and realized that she shook out the whole bottle. Dakota stood frozen in the kitchen, with her glass of water by her side and about fifteen painkillers in her hand. She weighed the decision in her mind, with the anger of Isabella's kidnapper in her mind, taking over her whole entire body. The thought took over her mind, as she slowly began to raise her hand that was holding the pills to her mouth. Opening her mouth, she threw the pills in and then took a drink of water, washing it all down. Then she shrugged it off as it was nothing when the telephone rang. She groaned, expecting it to be another person trying to sell her something. Picking it up, she answered with a groggy tone in her voice.
"Hello?"
"Dakota! Why sounding so tired? Are you getting all crazy because you don't have Isabella?" The female voice laughed, as Dakota stood frozen. After a moment, she finally spit out her words.
"Ascolti! (Listen!) Why don't you just stop messing around and bring me my child? Do you have any idea what this is like?"
"Sure, I do! And I like it! But, don't worry dear. You'll get your child soon. If you dare to show up alone tomorrow night. Ciao!" The woman said, hanging up before Dakota could say anything. Now steaming from that last call, Dakota contacted her phone company to track down the call. But, it couldn't be done because once again, the call was being made on a payphone. She hung up and walked around the house and wandered into Isabella's bedroom. Her bed was still unmade and the lamp was still in bits and pieces. Tears began to run down her face as she imagined what her daughter felt like when she was being taken away. Things began to get blurry as she blinked her eyes a couple of times, suddenly turning dizzy. Just as she was leaving the room, holding her head, the doorbell rang. She wobbled down the stairs, almost falling when she reached the door. Outside, John Cena could hear heavy footsteps inside and he wondered what was going on. Dakota opened the door and saw John standing there, looking worried. She was about to speak when all of a sudden, she froze and collapsed to the floor. Her body was limp and lifeless as John looked down to see her fallen at his feet.