Disclaimer: I do not own John Cena, Trish Stratus or any of the other WWE superstars in this story; they are all owned in and by themselves and the World Wrestling Entertainment franchise.

A/N: I just want to thank those of you that gave of your busy time to review my story, you know who you are and you've stuck with me through all of it, so thanks again. To Forever Imaginary, thank you for going back over the story and getting into it, I appreciate the support.

"You wouldn't dare take this to Trish! You don't have the balls to do something that bad Kurt. Remember, you can't ruin your pretty boy image."

Even as John said it, he knew it was a far stretch. There was no sure way to know if Kurt would take it to the powers that be, and then the power that mattered in his life, Trish. As he waited for Kurt to respond he silently prayed that it would turn out the way he wanted.

Instead of answering, Kurt just threw his hands into the air in a fit of absolution and started walking away. As much as he would like to admit John was pulling his chain, he couldn't be bothered anymore. Maybe it was time for Kurt Angle to look out for number one. Which meant going to Vince, Stephanie and Trish. What happened after that would make him go down in the record books for sure.

"Kurt man, wait! I didn't do what you think I did! Please don't walk away from this!"

When Trish arrived back at the arena, she went straight for John's locker room, hoping that since there were still a few of the guys around, then he might still be here too.

As she opened the door, she thought about what she might find inside, hoping and silently praying that she was wrong and he didn't do it after all. But when she opened the door, it was empty, as if no one had ever even been there before. A little frustrated she pushed her way through the swinging door to the exit, and walked outside. And that was when she saw him.

"John, I have been looking for you everywhere! I am so glad I found you! Oh hey Torrie." Trish exclaimed, a little out of breathe from running towards him. She usually didn't get winded, but she just threw it off as fatigue from time spent at the hospital with Jeff.

"Hey babe. You've been looking for me? I could have said the same thing about you until I found out from Torrie here that you went with Jeff. What the heck happened to him anyway?"

Trish scanned his face, looking for a little sign of guilt, but there was nothing there other then the same old cocky half smile he always wore when she saw her. Maybe he didn't have anything to do with it after all, she thought.

"Someone went out to the ring while I was down and took out Jeff. I don't really know the whole story, and neither does Jeff, but we're going to find out soon."

"I just want to make sure you know something Trish. Kurt came to me and told me that he thinks I did it, and I just want to make sure you know I didn't do it. I had nothing to do with what happened out there tonight."

"I know. I already figured that out. So where were you when all of this went down anyway? Did you leave the arena or something?"

"I was out where we were earlier, doing some thinking that's all. I am sorry if I worried you or made you think that I had something to do with what happened to Jeff."

"No, Don't worry you did nothing of the sort. I am just glad you are alright and you had nothing to do with it. It's nice hearing it even thought I didn't think you did anyway."

Trish hoped he wouldn't be able to see through the lie that she just told him. Noticing that Torrie was still standing there, looking like a deer caught in headlights, she decided to change the subject.

"So what brings you and John together Torrie?"

"Oh I came out here to find him and tell him what had happened. That was before we were interrupted by Kurt. Wasn't that right John?"

She threw a look across to John, and Trish noticed the slight twitch that was developing in his eyes. There was something not very right here, and she needed to get him alone and find out what the hell they were hiding from her.