(A/N) Once again, I don't own, so please don't sue… I would be very unhappy. Also any names of people or clubs you see in this entire story that you recognize from somewhere else, is pure coincidence.

"Ohhhh John yes… YES!"

"Mmmmm baby yeah… what's my name!" John Cena cried out has he thrust into his girlfriend's body. He grabbed her curvy hips to get more leverage.

"Ohhhh OHHHHH! Cena, CENA!"

"OOHHH… fuck me that was great." John Cena exclaimed as he climaxed and rolled off the naked body of his girlfriend Sable.

Cena lay on his back staring up at the ceiling of his girlfriend's posh Manhattan house. One of his girlfriends that is. He lay there fingering Sable's long blonde hair as she rested her head on his muscular chest.

"Are you going to stay the night or am I going to have to sleep by myself again?" asked Sable as she curled up under the sheets and looked pleadingly into his eyes.

"Sorry baby but I told you, I got some business to take care of."

"Damn you John!" Sable yelled as she hopped out of bed. "You always have business to take care of. Well you got me to take care of as well! And one day you are going to have to choose! Now get out of my house!" she continued starting to put on her silk nightgown.

John got out of bed without saying anything, knowing that he would be able to woo himself back into her heart later. He put on his jeans and shirt. And exited the house into the chilly night air. He put on his sweater and proceeded to flag down a cab.

As Cena was reaching his main club, The 8th Wonder, he got a call on his cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Eh, Cena! How's it goin esse?" called out the voice from the other side of the phone.

"Hey Eddie, not bad, not bad at all."

"Which one of your girlfriend's were you at tonight? Eh? Was it Stacy? Hehe, she's a fine one, or maybe Dawn?"

"Never you mind Eddie, anyway you had something to tell me? Or did you just call to piss me off, cause you're doing a damn good job at it right now"

"Alright, alright. Just chill out homes. Yeah I got something to tell you. The plan is working out just as we wanted it to. I've been sending some of our boys into Hunter's and Jericho's clubs yo. And people are starting to turn." Replied Eddie.

"Ok, good work. I'm on my way to the Wonder. I'll see you there."

"I'll have the champagne ready for you."

And as Cena sat in the musky smelling cab, looking out into the blackness of the night, he started to tear up. John Cena… the doctor of Thuganomics… crying. Not many people saw this side of John Cena. Why would they, all of them thought he had it all, the looks, the talent, all the women in the world, in the palm of his hand. All except one lady, and ironically enough, it was the only one he wanted. And as he thought of how he once had her but lost her, he continued to cry softly.

"I'm so sorry Torrie…" he muttered.

(A/N) Double update, hope you enjoy!