(A/N) Hey guys. Sorry to keep you waiting but I have just been bogged down lately. I have got tons of homework. Plus sport almost everyday. The only time I get to write this is during the weekends when I'm not working on about a million assignments or playing rugby or waterpolo. So chapters from now on are going to be coming up relatively slower. Sorry guys.

For the next few hours after the severe beating that Cena went through, he slipped in and out of consciousness. He had lost quite a lot of blood. John started to open his eyes again and he saw two familiar faces looking at him. Eddie's and Rey's. They both looked quite concerned.

"Hey esse, how are you doing?" Rey Mysterio asked.

"Not too good." Cena managed to squeeze out.

"You took quite a beating out there." Eddie said, still with the concerned look on his face.

"How much..?"

"How much what Cena?" Eddie asked back.

"How much m… money?"

"Did we loose?" Eddie asked for confirmation.

"Yeah."

"Um… well. We lost 50 grand upfront." Eddie said, finally delivered the damage. John closed his eyes.

"Hey but don't worry bro, We'll get it back." Mysterio said trying to comfort Cena. "Right now, all you need is some rest. Me and Eddie are going to go help clean up the place ok?"

John just nodded, too tired to open his mouth. His whole body ached. John then slipped back into a half sleep, half unconsciousness.

Torrie kept her head in her hands. She didn't want to watch her ex boyfriend fight. She didn't really approve of it. It's not that she wasn't afraid. She had witnessed many street brawls and rough underground fights in her time with Cena, but she hated watching the people she cared about get hurt. What was she thinking… she didn't care for John anymore. John Cena, the street thug was in her past. She had to get over him and move on. But she couldn't. Deep down she knew she still had feelings for him.

"Hey you alright?" came a gruff voice.

"Huh? Oh yeah… I'm just really tired." Torrie replied as she looked up and into the eyes of Dave Batista.

"I don't think that is it Torrie. You know Hunter thinks I'm pretty thick, but I can tell when people are not telling the whole truth."

"Hunter thinks you are thick? Well that's just plain bullshit. I think you are a very smart man Dave." Torrie said flashing one of her killer smiles.

"Don't try and change the subject Torrie. You know, you can trust me. Whatever you have to say you can say to me. I won't tell Hunter. Even though Hunter never gives me a chance to speak anyway. It's better to get it off your chest than to keep it inside." Dave said. Torrie really wanted to tell Dave that John was her ex boyfriend. She sorely wanted to tell him about the time when John hurt her so bad.

"Really Dave, it's nothing. I'm just tired ok? Now I would like to get some rest so could to take my back to the limo."

"Yeah, alright." Dave replied as he got up. Torrie followed suit. She put on her coat and started to follow Dave out of the noisy club. She took one more quick glance at the fight and she could barely make out Cena's bloodied and battered figure. She then saw Hunter cheering his ugly looking fighter on. A blood thirsty, carnivorous look in his eyes. Torrie turned away and continued to walk out into the chilly night.

"Yeah! Go!" Hunter yelled over the crowd.

"Ha ha! Ric! Your guy is doing great! Where did you find this beast?" Randy yelled into Ric's ear.

"Oh… Just picked him up off the street. Gave him a few fine tuning lessons."

"You sure know how to spot talent Ric. Ooooohh… good shot!"Hunter exclaimed.

Hunter, Ric and Randy had pushed their way to the front of the crowd and were watching Gene Snitsky beat the living hell out of Cena.

"OK SNITSKY! HURRY AND FINISH HIM OFF ALREADY! NO MORE FUCKING AROUND!" Hunter barked the orders to his fighter.

Snitsky did as he was told and with one huge toss, threw Cena into the crowd. The referee called an end to the match and Hunter's boy Snitsky officially won the match. Hunter, Ric and Randy walked into the circle to congratulate the monstrous man.

"Haha! You did great big guy. You picked that thug apart! I loved it! H loved it! Randy loved it. Hell everyone loved it! WOOOOO!" Ric said giving Snitsky an encouraging slap on the back.

"Yeah you did good. But don't get too ahead of yourself." Hunter said. "You gonna say anything big guy?"

"That… that was fun." Snitsky growled.

"Um… yeah… ok. Let's go and celebrate. We'll go grab Dave and Torrie and go back to Club Evolution for a real party." Said Hunter.

The three made their way back to their booth. When they got there, they saw Batista, but not Torrie.

"Where the fuck is my girl?" Hunter asked Dave.

"She's in the limo. She said she was sleepy so I took her to the Stretch to sleep." Dave replied.

"Well why the fuck didn't you stay with her like I told you to!" Hunter said louder, on the verge of screaming.

"Well I thought…"

"Can't you do one thing right you oaf? Or are you as dumb as everyone says you are?" Hunter continued.

"Hey, Hunter man. Chill. Let's just go back to the limo and hit the club ok?" Randy said, coming to Batista's rescue.

"Ok, let's go then." Hunter said moving off towards the door. "Oh one more thing. HEY EDDIE! I'M EXPECTING MY MONEY BY 12 NOON TOMORROW. IF IT IS NOT AT MY HOUSE BY THEN, I'LL COME LOOKING FOR YOUR SORRY ASS ESSE!" Hunter yelled across the club.

Eddie just gave Hunter a dirty stare and walked off to tend to his friend Cena. Hunter and the gang finally made their way out of The 8th Wonder.

Cena opened his eyes again. He sat up and suddenly regretted it. He immediately felt very dizzy and thought he was going to pass out again. He looked around at his surroundings. He was at Eddie's house. He glanced over at the bedside table where the alarm clock was. 8:37am. He must have slept past the night. Just then Eddie walked in.

"Hey esse, how are you feeling?"

"Not fantastic. But better." Cena replied.

"Good, good. You want anything? Breakfast?" Eddie asked.

"Nah man, I'm not hungry."

"Ok. You need anything just say ok?"

"Yeah alright." Cena said. He suddenly slammed his clenched fists down onto the bed, remembering the money that he had lost.

"Hey man. Don't worry about last night. You win some, you lose some homes. Don't beat yourself up over one small loss." Eddie said.

"I don't know what came over me man. I just wasn't concentrating. It was fucken Torrie Wils…" He stopped suddenly, not wanting to talk about her.

"Hey. What's going on between you two man? You never talk to me about her. Are you two over, still together? What?"

"We are over."

"Well then why you still thinking about her."

"I'm not."

"Then why were you saying her name over and over last night."

"I was?"

"Yeah. You kept on saying: Torrie, Torrie, I'm so sorry, please forgive me, while you slept. Forgive you for what man?"

"It's nothing, lets just drop it."

"No. You have to tell me. We are familia. C'mon bro. I can help you. But you gotta tell me what happened."

"Ok, ok. Fine. If it will get you off my case. It all happened about 4 months ago…"

(A/N) Hmmmm… another flashback. What happened that made Torrie and John split up? Will telling someone finally help Cena get over it?