A/N: Wow, been a few weeks since I last updated! My how time flies! I only own Sara, but by now everyone should know that! Alrighty, here goes nothing…Enjoy!

Making things better

John's POV:

Halfway through the parking lot I realized that I had left my wallet in Orton's rental, so we had to run back and grab it. Sara had already gone inside, so now I had to find her, and make things better. I don't like it when people are mad at me, I want everyone to be smiling and laughing, it's my nature!

Randy and I had to sign a few autographs on the way in, because more fans were crowded at the back area, hoping to get a glimpse of any wrestlers that they could. I just wanted to get inside, but the fans are what made me, and they are also what can break me. Ten minutes later, security came and made them all leave, and I finally got into MSG.

Once inside, I left Randy, and started looking for Sara. I didn't have any luck, but I did run into Stephanie McMahon.

"John, great to see you!" Steph said, giving me a hug.

"Hey Steph, how you doing?" I asked.

"I'm great, how are you?" Steph asked.

"I'm fine, ready to get back in the ring, if you get my hint!" I replied, smiling.

"Well, that's just what I wanted to hear! You're ready to be back in action, how bout in three weeks, on RAW?" Steph replied.

"That would be awesome! You got a storyline for me already?"

"No, but I can already tell you that you'll be feuding with Sara and Dave Bautista, how's that?"

"Oh I get to fight with my wifey? Sounds like a reality right now." I said.

"You and Sara are fighting?" Steph asked, crossing her arms across her chest. "What you do bone head?"

"Well, I was joking around with Sara, because I guess her and some of the girls went out and got drunk last night, but she didn't find my jokes funny. She's still trying to deal with her first ever hangover." I told Steph.

"Oh, ya! I heard them all moaning and groaning in the locker room! But anyways, I'll get the creative team working on a storyline for you, and just so you know, Sara is in the locker room with the girls. Good luck John! Oh, and by the way, your daughter is beautiful!" Stephanie said as she walked away.

"Thanks Steph, I'll see you around!" I replied, as I headed towards the locker rooms.

Sara's POV:

I had taken some Motrin, and was hoping that the constant pounding in my head would go away now. Trish was busy playing with Bri, and Stacy was lying on the couch, reading a book. I'm not sure where Victoria had run off to, but oh well. She was being too loud today anyways. I wonder where John is right now, I should really go find him.

"Hey Trish, I'm gonna go find John. You want me to take Bri with me?" I asked Trish.

"Nah, I love this little girl! Go find your hubby and apologize for being a bitch!" Trish replied.

"Alright, and watch your language in front of my daughter!" I replied, walking out the door.

I had only been walking around backstage for a few minutes, when I heard some of the eye candy girls talking.

"Oh My GOD! I just saw John Cena!" I heard one of the girls exclaim.

Now normally, I wouldn't eavesdrop, but they were talking bout MY husband! I peered around the corner, and discovered who the girls talking were, Christy, Candice, and Maria. I don't mind Christy that much, but those other two girls are sluts, big time sluts. I had heard that they had been talking some trash about me, and had been heard saying that they thought John was one of the sexiest wrestlers around, but I didn't think it was true. Although, John is the sexiest man alive!

"Are you serious, he is a total hottie! I'd do him so fast!" Maria replied, looking down at her feet.

"Yea I'm serious, I saw him walking around! Ahh, what I wouldn't give for one night with that man!" Candice exclaimed, sitting down.

"He's good looking, but guys he's married to Sara. You can forget about anything with him." Christy replied, looking at the two sluts.

"Tssh, Sara King ain't got nothing on me." Candice replied, sticking her nose in the air.

"Yea, we're way hotter than she is." Maria retorted.

"I think that Sara is very pretty, at least she doesn't have to smother herself in makeup like you two have to. They have the most adorable baby girl, I saw pictures of her!" Christy told them.

"I don't like Sara. I think she's a major bitch." Candice said, brushing her hair.

I could feel my blood start to boil, and had to hold myself back from interrupting their conversation.

"I mean, she's not exactly thin, and yet she runs around like she's the hottest thing alive." Maria said.

"Wait a second, are you talking bout yourself?" Christy asked, getting a ticked off look on her face.

"Haha, very funny Christy. But anyways, and those boobs, they so can't be real. Can you say breast implants?" Maria went on.

I couldn't take anymore, so I walked up, with a smile on my face.

"Yea, I can say breast implants. By the way Maria, your water bra is leaking!" I said, staring at her.

"What? It's not leaking!" Maria exclaimed, feeling her chest.

"Oh, so you do wear a water bra! Guess the guys were right!" I replied.

"What's your problem Sara?" Candice asked, standing up.

"You sluts are my problem. Not you Christy." I told them.

"What'd we ever do to you?" Maria asked, standing next to Candice.

"Well, lets see. You two bimbos were talking bout me behind my back, you called me fat, and oh yea! Ya both wanna do my husband!" I shouted, shoving my left hand in front of their faces.

"Yea, so?" Maria replied, backing away a bit.

"So if you two don't shut your mouths, I'll have to shut em for you!" I exclaimed, getting in Candice's face.

"Sara, come on lets go." Christy said, pulling on my arm.

"Alright Christy, let's go." I replied, still glaring at the two whores. We started to walk around the corner, when I heard Candice mutter, "that fat bitch."

I spun around, and ran at her, tackling her to the ground. Candice screamed, and tried to slap me, but I caught her hand, and kneed her in the stomach.

I felt Christy trying to pull me off Candice, but I pushed her away, and continued pounding on the slut. Candice hit me once in the boob that had just been pierced, and I rolled off of her, wincing in pain. I got up on my feet, and then looked down at Candice. Her nose was bleeding, and her hair was a rat's nest. I couldn't help but smile. Then I thought, where is Maria? That answer came shortly, as I felt someone tug on my hair.

I turned, punched her in the face, and the pushed her onto the floor.

"Please, don't hurt me!" she begged.

"It's too late for that Maria!" I replied, smiling. I kicked her in the side, and then felt someone picking me up and dragging me away.

"Sara, calm down!" Dave said, holding me back.

"Let me go Dave, those sluts had it coming to them!" I shouted. I slithered out of his grip, and ran back towards my two fallen victims. I was about to kick Candice, when I felt Dave grab me again, or at least I thought it was Dave.

"Sara, what the hell are you doing?" John asked as he spun me around.

"What's it look like I'm doing John?" I replied, looking back at Maria and Candice.

"I'm not that dumb, I know that you're beating the shit outta them, but why?" John replied.

"They've been talking trash about me, and they needed their mouths shut." I growled.

"Sara, calm down. Let's go back to the locker room, before you get in more trouble." John said, trying to calm me down. I didn't move, so John threw me over his shoulder, in the process bumping my already soar nipple.

"Youch!" I hissed.

"What?" John asked as he started walking back towards the room.

"You bumped my piercing, and it hurts. That little wench Candice hit it." I replied.

"Oh yea, so what is this piercing?" John asked.

"You would love to know, but you'll find out sooner or later." I replied.

"Fine, I'll be patient." John replied.

"John, I'm sorry I was a witch to you earlier. I wasn't feeling too hot, and well I wasn't finding you funny. Sorry." I told John.

"No problems, I'm over it. You surprised me, with the getting drunk and piercing thing. I never knew you had it in you girl!" John exclaimed, putting me down.

"Yea, I surprise myself. So, how much trouble do you think I'm gonna be in, for beating those two skanks up?" I asked, a little ashamed of my actions.

"Eh, as long as nothings broken, you might just get your hand slapped. You should thank Christy for coming and getting me when she did. Although, I think Dave was about to break up your little fight anyways." John replied, smiling.

"He had already pulled me back once, but I got away!" I said, rubbing my head. "So much for my headache going away."

"It'll go away. I'm still amazed at how good of a fighter you are. Who would've known, my Sara is a helluva fighter! I guess you really are from Detroit!" John said, beaming.

"Yea, I learned all my tricks from Dionna and Shaina. Remember, vasoline on the cheeks makes the hand slide off!" I replied, hitting John in the arm as we walked back into the locker room.

A/N: I sucks, sorry! I felt like getting Sara in a fight, and I seriously hate Candice and Maria! Review please!