(A/N) Hey guys, thanks for all the reviews. I'm moving on swiftly. Forget all that legal mumbo jumbo, you guys should know by know. And besides Mr. McMahon can sue for all he wants, he'll get nothing… ARE YOU WITH ME!

Cena wiped his eyes dry and hoped out of the cab after paying the fee. He stood looking at all the bright neon lights coming from a sign that illuminated the dark street. The sign read "The 8th Wonder", and as Cena stared at his main club, he felt a wave of weariness sweep over him. For he knew he was in for a long night. He trudged on, taking the three steps that lead up to the metal door all at once. The two bouncers standing on either side of the door nodded in acknowledgement and one of them opened the door. Loud music came blaring out, piercing the cold, quiet night as John hurried in, eager to get out of the cold. He pushed his way through the masses of people on the dance floor. He eventually got to the stage at the back of the club, where DJ Booker was playing the music. He made his way behind the stage and through a door which had the sign "Authorized Personnel Only". As the door behind him shut, the noise stopped and he found himself in a corridor. He continued to walk, his footsteps creating an eerie echo. He then opened the door to his right and stepped into his office.

"Eh bro." Eddie Guerrero said as he got up off Cena's plush chair and went and gave Cena a hug.

"You feeling alright homes? You look a little out of it, you know?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah man, fine. Now let's get down to business, we got a lot to do tonight, am I right?"

"Actually, not really. Me and Rey Rey did most of the work for you. We organized the fights, the main events for tonight and tomorrow night, did all the paperwork, calculations and everything. The only thing you gotta do is win the fight tonight. Eddie said. John Cena did a lot of fighting for his gang. After all, he prided himself on leading by example. Because of this, his gang respected him.

"Wow, you guys did all of that? Thanks a thousand man." Cena said giving Eddie another hug. "Where is Rey anyways?"

"Down on the dance floor." Eddie replied.

"Right you better get down there too. Have some fun. I'll be up here getting ready for my fight. How much money did you say was on this fight?" Cena questioned as he poured himself a glass of water.

"I didn't say… but seeing your opponent is with Hunter, I wouldn't be surprised if the figures rose up to 6 digits homes."

"Right. Easy money baby, easy money. Now go. Go pick up some bitches, have yourself a good time." Said Cena, downing his glass of ice cold water.

"Alright homes, I'll be up in an hour to tape you up for the fight."

"Ok, see you then." Cena replied as he sat down in his plush chair with another glass of water. He tried to calm his nerves but he had an uneasy feeling. He couldn't pick up on the source of this feeling but he had no doubt it was there. Something was making him feel edgy.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please clear the dance floor for tonight's scheduled fight yo." The DJ said through his loudspeaker. "Let me remind you of the rules and regulations. There will be no interfering with the fight. That means no punching, kicking, biting, grabbing or hindering any of the fighters at all times. No throwing of projectiles. However feel free to be as vocal as you want. Also if a competitor gets pushed into you, feel free to push them back into the centre of the ring. If the police show up however, the exits are through the front and the two side doors at the back corners and it is every man and women for themselves. Now can you dig that! If you can't, well then you can piss off to yo momma right now cause this aint no place for the weak ya hear!" Booker's voice thundered through the whole club. As he was stating the rules for the fight, people proceeded to form a large circle in the centre of the club.

"Now with all the ground rules out in the open, let me introduce tonight's main event. It will be a one on one fight. There will be no pins allowed. The fight will continue until your opponent says stop or if the referee deems that he is too fucked up to continue. No shots to the sacred area. Other than that, raking of the eyes, pulling of the hair, banging of heads onto the ground is welcome and encouraged." With that the crowd gave a cheer of approval.

"Now without further a due, representing the glamorous Triple H… the not so glamorous… Gene Snitsky!"

Gene Snitsky, a tall, ugly looking man with a dirty goatee pushed his way into the fight circle. The people booed and slagged him as he walked through the crowd.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen. It is my honor to introduce to you tonight, Gene Snitsky's opponent at the 8th Wonder, the self proclaimed 8th wonder of the world… JOOOOHHHN CEEENAAA!" the DJ yelled into his loudspeaker. The crowd roared as John Cena made his way to the circle. The crowd parted for him like the red sea and people were climbing on top of each other to give Cena a good luck pat on the back. The referee followed behind Cena and called both men to the centre.

"Now boys, I want a good clean fight. No punches or kicks of any sort to the groin area, all else is go." Said the ref, addressing both of the men. The two men backed off to the separate sides. Then, out of the corner of his eye, John Cena saw the main door open and 5 people step into the club. Hunter stepped in first, followed by his henchmen Dave Batista, Ric Flair and Randy Orton. But the person who drew his attention out of all of them was the 5th person, the women Hunter had his arm wrapped around… Torrie Wilson.

"Let the fight begin!"

(A/N) OH MY! I'm exited! Hehe, thanks a lot for all the reviews guys. I love you all. You have inspired me to continue. Thanks a million!