(A/N) I'm back boys and girls! And boy am I ready to write. It's been quite a while so let's recap on what has been happening to John Cena. He has revealed that he was once an item Torrie Wilson but now they are apart. Torrie is with Hunter, and it is evident John still isn't over her, nor her over him. John is about to tell Eddie what happened between them that tore them apart, so… on with the show.
"Hey baby?" Torrie called out from the bedroom.
"Yeah? What's up babe?" John shouted his reply from the bathroom.
"Are you coming to bed or not? I'm getting lonely."
"Give me a minute. Damn woman. You're certainly eager tonight aren't you?"
"The only way to find out is if you come to bed. Doctor of Thuganomics my ass. You couldn't hold your own with me for more than a minute." Torrie teased.
"Oh really? Is that a challenge?" John rapped back.
"Maybe it is."
Just then John came bounding out of the bathroom and jumped on top of Torrie, who was lying on the bed. John pinned her wrists down and sat on top of her.
"So the mark is one minute? I'll tell you what. I'll raise the ante to three minutes. And why don't we make it a wager." John suggested.
"Fine. If you can contain yourself from climaxing, I'll be your sex slave for a week. If not, well you will be my kitchen slave for a week. Sounds fair?" Torrie said.
"Fair enough. Only one problem. You already are my sex slave." John joked as he began to relieve himself of his clothes.
John had fully undressed himself and his girlfriend and was about to get started when a loud knock came from the front door.
"Fuck!" John said out loud. "Who is it?"
"Police! Cena! Open the door!" The loud, authoritative shout came from the other side of the door.
"Oh shit. Quick babe, cover yourself up and hide." John said quickly grabbing his undergarments and throwing them on.
"What is wrong John? What did you do?" Torrie said, face full of concern, who was also out of bed and quickly getting dressed.
"Nothing babe. Now hurry! Hide!"
"Open the damn door Cena or we are coming in!" The cops yelled again.
"Wait a fucking minute man. I'm coming!" Cena shot back.
"That's it! We are coming in!"
Cena, who was zipping his pants up, was interrupted when the door flew off it's hinges and three armed cops invaded the house.
"Man! Did you have to smash my door! I was about to open it for you guys." John said exasperatedly.
"Cut the wise ass act Cena. You are under arrest for murder. You have the right to remain silent…" One of the uniformed cops started but was cut off mid sentence when a livid Torrie came flying out of the bathroom.
"MURDER! What the hell is going on John?" She screamed.
"Torrie, calm down. This is all a big mistake. Call the lawyer. Do it, now!" John said.
"Anything you say can or will be used against you in the court of law…" The cop continued, who now had Cena secured in handcuffs.
"JOHN! JOHN! What do I do?" Torrie yelled.
"You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you." The cop continued to read John his rights as he led him out of the house, leaving a desperate and disheveled Torrie Wilson in his wake.
"CALL THE LAWYER BABE! EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY!" Cena yelled over his shoulder, trying to reassure his girlfriend.
"Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"
"You damn right I understand them. I also understand you guys are fucking with the wrong person." Cena replied under his breath as he was ushered into the marked car.
Cena sat in a hard backed steel chair. He was in a dimly lit interrogation room, the lighting coming from a rickety ceiling lamp which was coming off it's hinges in the centre of the room. The only other things in the room were a bland wooden table, the iron grilled door and the special glass which the cops could see through but Cena couldn't. The door opened slowly a detective walked into the room.
"Hello John." The detective said to John, who still had his hands cuffed behind his back. "I would un cuff you, but my boss thinks you would be a threat to my life if you had your hands free, so I think I'll leave you as you are." The detective continued.
"Yeah, wise move jackass. Because I'd beat you to death with my bare hands." Cena growled.
"Hmmm… seems you've been doing a lot of that eh Cena. Beating people. You have been charged twice for aggravated assault, once for soliciting illegal fights and once for manslaughter. Yet you have never spent any time in the slammer."
"What can I say, everyone seems to love me. Including your wife, you pathetic prick." Cena shot back.
"Ha ha ha ha. You're a funny guy, you know that John. But you know what would really make me crack up, to see you actually spend time for you crimes. And this time, I'll make sure you do twenty to life for murder."
"I DIDN'T KILL NOBODY!" Cena yelled as he stood up swiftly. But the detective punched Cena in the stomach and forced him back down into the chair.
The detective bent over and got right up next to Cena's face so that he was whispering in his ear.
"You see John, I have been doing my research. I know a lot about you. I know that you run night clubs all around the five boroughs which encourage vicious underground fights late at night. I know you sometimes take part in these fights. I also know that you have had quite a history with Rick Jericho…" The detective paused purposely to see Cena's reaction to the mentioning of that name. John kept his poker face on. "I know that Rick Jericho also runs night clubs in New York and that you to have been involved in recent gang fights." The detective continued. "I also know that Rick Jericho was killed 2 months ago and that you have no alibi for the night of the murder."
Just as Cena was about to retort, the door to the interrogation room flew open. An intelligent looking man in a light blue suit, carrying a briefcase walked into the room. He identified himself as John's lawyer.
"Right this interview is over." The attorney said.
The detective stood up straight and turned to face John's lawyer.
"Hello Daniel." The detective said to the man in the suit.
"Well if it isn't New York's favorite detective, Steve Marcy. We are going to have a lot of fun with you." Daniel said, addressing the detective personally. "Come on John, let's get out of here before detective Marcy over here, comes up with anymore ludicrous charges to try and pin on you."
John got up and allowed himself to be un cuffed by Steve. He then followed his lawyer to the door.
"Oh, by the way, what charge will you have me beat today Steve?" Daniel called over his shoulder as he reached the door.
"First degree murder."
Daniel gave a small snort of indignation and walked out the door followed by Cena.
(A/N) Whew. Back from holidays. Bit of rust showing eh. Hopefully I'll be back to myself soon. Had fun on my holidays but now it's crunch time. Should be getting updates rolling pretty rapidly. Till next time folks!