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Chapter 3- Time For Action

John Cena picked up and saw Torrie's bracelet that he had given her on the front yard. After he searched the house and called her cell phone and got no answer and put it all together.

"She's gone and I have to find her no matter what it takes. And I will get my revenge on those assholes that did this."

"We'll get them both back, even if we have to do this ourselves."

"No Randy, we got to get some help and I know just where to find it. Come on we're going on a road trip for some help." With that they jumped in John's car and drove off.

In the car Randy didn't know where they're going but John seemed to know, all he knew was he was going south.

"Could you tell now we're the hell we're going?"

"Just wait and see, trust me you're going to see someone who will be a BIG help for us." John smiled.

Randy shrugged and kept looking forward, but he was tired because they have been driving around for hours and he went to sleep thinking about Stacy. Meanwhile John saw a sign that said "Welcome To Washington D.C." and he smiled. " Now we goin to get some help."

In Greenwich Stacy and Torrie were still waiting on their fate. Next thing they knew they saw them setting up a video camera right in front of their faces. Then JBL and Hunter came out and said "you two are going to film something for us. You're going to say whatever we want and then we're going to give to those snot nosed punks to make sure they understand what's going on. Got that?"

They reluctantly nodded and saw some cards held in front of them, then the red light came on.

In D.C John pulled up to a bar and hit the brakes hard so Randy would hit head on the dashboard.

"Ow, what the fuck are u doing?"

John laughed " sorry man but I had to wake your ass up some how. Anyway we're here."

"Where?"

"D.C baby, I got a guy here who can help us with some muscle."

"Who is he?"

"Just an old friend who's a bouncer here. He's also a cop so he knows how to kick some ass. All I got to tell him the situation and he'll join us. He's nice guy."

Just then a guy went flying and landed on the hood of their car. Then they turned and saw this huge guy who was ripped and had a lot of tattoos, screaming. " Don't you cause anymore shit in this bar." As he fixed his sunglasses.

"Ha ha, there he is my friend. Randy meet Dave Batista."

Randy looked at him and had kind of look of fright on his face and shook his hand. Batista smiled and said " don't be afraid man, I'm not going to hurt you unless you do something in there." He pointed to the bar. "Hey John what's up, what are you doing here?"

"Well we're here because we need your help with a case. A very important case and involves our girls. I'll explain more later so will you help us?"

"I don't know man, I mean I can't just leave my night job or my day job just to help you." The boss came out and said " hey Dave, get your ass back in here." This of course angered Batista so he grabbed him and threw on a hood of another car.

"Guess I'm going with you guys. The force could do better without me for a while so let's go." They then left and headed even more south.

"Where are we going now?" Randy asked.

" Batista knows a guy in Orangeburg South Carolina. He suppose to be some smart guy who can get some research done. Also he's got some athletic ability and could be useful in helping us."

"Then we are we going after we get him?" Randy asked.

" After this we're going to Atlanta, then Tampa, then a round in Texas to get some more fire power so u ready to go on a long trip around America?"

"Great, but how is this going to help us."

"We need as much help as we can because I can assure you that the person that did this is not alone. So we get some help from some friends of our's." Batista explained.

As they continued on taking turns driving knowing this would take a few days to round everyone up. They we're almost in South Carolina, it was night and Batista had fallen a sleep in the back of the van leaving Randy and John to talk amongst themselves.

"So what are you going to do when you get back with Torrie?"

"I don't know maybe find a better home for us and maybe ask her to marry me in the future. How bout you?"

"I was about to propose to Stacy but then this happened. I was so close to asking her, I was almost done with the question when this happen and I got my ass kicked. It pisses me off because I could've done it earlier but I didn't now I may never see her again." As it seemed that he was losing hope already.

"Hey don't say that shit we're going find and you're going to marry her first thing you get back together. Then I can follow after you and we be happy."

"Yeah we going get this done." He said as they slapped hands.

"Hey we're here alright let's find this dude."

They decided to sleep first and find him in the morning. At noon they were back on the road and Batista told them the address and where to go. About an hour later they found it. They all got out and John knocked on the door. Out came this African-American male who looked in great shape and a great athlete.

"Hi are you…"

"Shelton, Shelton Benjamin."

"Hey Shelton long time no see. How's it going?"

"Good so what are you doing here."

Batista explained what the situation was and asked for his help.

"Why not I have nothing better to do, and no one here has anything for me. Let's go."

"Okay Shelton you think you can figure out where these people are located whoever they are."

"Of course, I can find anything."

"Alright now we going to Florida to some BIGGER help." John said.

"I thought we couldn't get any bigger than Batista." Randy said as Batista flexed his muscles with a cocky smile.

"We're off to a good start but we got to hurry because there isn't much time." John thought. As they drove off for Florida.

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