(A/N) We are back to Chris Jericho's present day story. Incase you forgot, Chris was sitting in the office of his club with Edge and Benoit. Chris spotted Shawn in his club and got pissed, now Edge and Benoit are trying to reason with him.

"You got that Chris?" Edge said.

"Huh? What?" Chris said, snapping out of his daydream.

"Did you get the plan?" Edge repeated.

"No sorry. Tell me again."

"Jeez. I just spent like 15 minutes explaining it to Benoit." Edge rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I was suggesting that I go up to Cena, pretend that I am sick of working for you, pretend to switch to his side, and we eat him up from the inside."

"How are we going to do that?" Jericho said a bit confused.

"Many ways. I can filter his money into your bank account, give you his plans, everything. That way, we will always be one step ahead of him."

"That's all good and shit, but Cena is not that dumb. He knows you are close to me, he won't fall for it that easily." Chris said, still skeptical about the plan.

"Well… I'll tell him that you're still sour over your brother's death. That you have been treating me and everybody else bad. I'll tell him I need a change of scenery." Edge suggested.

"Okay then. You can give it a shot." Chris gave the go ahead.

"Alright, it's settled then. I'm going to have to be careful when talking to you from now on. When ever I call you, I'll identify myself as Mada. I'll then ask you 'how is the business', then you will know it's me. Then, you say something like, 'could be better' to identify yourself."

"We really need all these precautions?" Chris Jericho said.

"If we are to pull this off successfully, then yeah. We do."

"Alright, fine. You set the shit up. I'm fucken tired. I'm gonna shove off home." Chris got up off his chair and walked out of the room.

Chris cranked up the heat in his Corolla as he drove home. Chris recently moved to Upper East Side Brooklyn, Canarsie. He couldn't bare living all by himself in the house that his family fell apart in. It was a fairly decent house with a large living room and kitchen. Two rooms, nice furniture, sharp looking exterior. Chris hopped out of his car and paced up the walkway. He opened his mailbox and took out a few bills and an unmarked envelope. He sifted through his mail as he walked up to the door. He tore open the unmarked envelope, walked into his house, took out the letter from inside the envelope and shut the door behind him…

Cena propped himself up higher on the bed. He had finally finished telling Eddie his story. He looked at Eddie who had his thinking face on. He was trying to digest all that Cena had told him.

"So? You gonna say something? Or react at least?" Cena couldn't take the silence anymore.

"Yeah. Hmmm… that's pretty deep esse. So you still love Torrie then?" Eddie replied.

"I think so."

"Yeah. That's a problem. She's with Hunter now, and Hunter won't let her go without a fight."

"Yeah, well. I won't either."

"Does she feel the same about you?"

"I don't know. I mean she was really pissed off at me."

"Hmmm… well I'm not one to give advice on love, but I say let her go man. It's for the best." Eddie suggested

"I can't Eddie. That's just the problem. I've tried to let her go but I can't."

Eddie sat on the hard backed chair next to the bed, staring into the desperate eyes of his best friend.

"Hey, thanks for taking care of me, but I'm gonna head back to my place." John said as he gingerly climbed out of bed.

Eddie quickly grabbed Cena's arm to assist him. "You sure bro? You can crash here for as long as you want you know?"

"Yeah I know, but there ain't no place like home."

"Alright then. Here, don't forget your painkillers." Eddie said as he handed John the pill bottle. John took it gratefully and said his goodbyes as he left Eddie's house.

John got out of the cab after paying the fare. He slowly walked up to his house. He instinctively checked his mailbox and pulled out a solitary envelope. All the envelope had on it was a postage stamp and his address scrawled on the front. He opened the front door and dropped the keys in his coat pocket. He then proceeded to tear open the envelope and shut the door behind him…

(A/N) The big 50 reviews. Never thought I would actually get there, but I have and it is all thanks to you guys. Special thanks has to go out to the guys who have taken the time to review pretty much every chapter, you know who you are. The thanks is also extended to the guys who have only reviewed one or two chapters, I appreciate them all.

On a lower note, the short chapter is due to a mental block. Took me like 2 weeks to write this chapter. I am also off on a rugby camp starting Monday. Will last about a week so no updates for a while. Real sorry, however holidays in about two weeks , so expect lots to get done during that time. Anyway my authors note is going to be longer than my chapter if I don't wrap it up. So I'll say thanks again to all who have reviewed and peace till next time.