(A/N) Hey guys. For all those who were like "Oooohh, I loved the John and Torrie scence…" well, as much as I hate to write soppy scenes, cause I reckon I'm shit at it, I have forced myself to write another just to satisfy your needs. Don't you love me…

It took a while for John to realize that he was actually conscious, rather than in a coma induced dream like he had been for god knows how long. He had no idea how long he had been unconscious for, nor the day of the week, or even the time of day for that matter. He slowly opened his eyes. The light from the sun blinded his sensitive irises. Or was it from the lamp on the table next to him. It was. He looked around the room. The curtains were drawn. No light was seeping through the small part in the center though, so he assumed it was night time. His eyes were drawn towards the sofa in the corner of the room. There, curled up into a ball, sweater draped over her like a blanket, was a slumbering Torrie. The most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her head was cocked slightly to one side, resting against the head of the couch. Her mouth was open just a little bit, making her look all the more appealing. Despite being severely wounded and feeling an intense pain in his torso, he felt the happiest he had ever felt in his life. The one thing that mattered to him was with him in his time of need and that was all that he cared about.

She stirred from her cat nap and opened her eyes just a fraction. She rubbed them to get the sleep out. Her eyes shot open though, when she realized that John was awake.

"Oh my god!" She cried as she leapt out of the couch. She rushed over to the bed. John put his hand out to stop her from practically jumping on him, reminding her that he was still very much in danger of slipping back into unconsciousness. "I've been so worried!" Torrie was now sitting on a hard back chair next to the bed. She was holding onto John's hand without realizing it. She suddenly released it, remembering that she was supposed to be angry at him. Things couldn't just go back to the way they were just because he was injured.

"Have you been here this whole time?" He asked weakly. He couldn't think of anything else to say.

"What? Of course not. When I heard about it, I just came to check up on you. That's all." She answered hastily.

John knew she was lying right off the bat, but he didn't care. He was just too elated. He flashed her a weak smile.

Torrie gave a half sob, have chuckle. Her eyes were welling up with tears. She couldn't hold it back any longer.

"Damn you John!" She burst out in a teasing manner. "Why do you always have to act so macho."

"Hahaha. Trust me honey. It's not an act. You know it's gonna take more than a little scratch to stop me."

"You wish. You were crying for your mummy in your sleep." She joked.

"You've been watching me sleep then?"

"Ha. For your information, I was in another room, visiting a friend. I could hear you miles away."

"Whatever honey."

"Oh, you don't get to call me that anymore." She laughed.

"I'll call you what ever the hell I want, sex slave." John continued to mock. They were having the biggest laugh at each other, just like they used to do.

Torrie's hand came up to give him a playful punch in the arm but John showed surprisingly quick reflexes for a cripple by grabbing her wrist before she could hit him. He grasped her hand, intertwining their fingers together. At that instant, while the two looked into each other's eyes, they shared a moment of silence which said more than any words could. For a second they forgot about the past and the future. The present was the only thing on their minds. The amount of fun they were having at this present moment in time, under such circumstances, outshone everything else. As if magically, everything that needed to be explained was explained, every doubt in each of their minds was expelled. Everything just fell into place. Torrie finally gave up trying to hate a man she just couldn't hate any longer.

"Ah fuck it." She exclaimed, giving into her need to be loved. She let John bring her hand up to his lips.

"I love you. He murmured onto her hand, his breath sent a wave of warmth through her body. He was about to say more but Torrie cut him off.

"Don't. You don't need to explain anything to me. I already know. Besides… you'll ruin the moment." And with that, the two had decided to spend the rest of the night, where they belonged. Next to each other.

"Shawn! We need to talk." Rey said, as he burst through the door of John's old office. Which was now Shawn's. A man Rey had never seen before was sitting opposite Shawn. "Alone." Rey added, looking straight at Shawn, paying no attention to the other man.

"Come back in an hours time. Ok?" Shawn said to the guy, who nodded his head. He didn't look very pleased but he stood up nonetheless. When he left the room, Shawn tried to start the conversation but Rey cut him off, launching straight into his plan.

"That man was a very important clie…"

"I know where Chris will be tonight. We can go get him. Get him back for what he did to John."

Shawn showed an obvious dislike for being interrupted. But he catered for Mysterio nonetheless. "Woah. Ok you need to slow down. Take a seat and tell me what you have to say. Slowly."

"Chris is going to be at this address. Tonight at 12." Rey said as he flung the napkin across the desk towards Shawn. He picked up the napkin and studied the address. The address wasn't a familiar one to him.

"And who gave you this information?" Shawn asked.

"Adam."

"Ahhh. Adam. I see." Shawn said with a smile on his face. He laughed inwardly at his opponents futile attempt at tricking him.

"So. Let's go!" Rey said impatiently.

"You really want to go get Chris then don't you?" Shawn said. He enjoyed toying with his employees.

"Of course!" Rey burst out. "Don't you?"

"Yes. Of course I do."

"Well then, let's go!"

"Ok then. Go round up 6 men. All armed. We'll go in two cars. I'll meet you out in the parking lot in 30 minutes." Shawn said.

"Finally! Some action." Rey was bouncing with excitement. He practically skipped out of the room, on his way to carry out his bosses orders.

"If it's a fight you want…" Shawn began when Rey left the room. He opened the desk drawer and pulled out a semi automatic. He slid the magazine out with a cunning grin on his face. "It's a fight you'll get. And oh what a fight you are going to get Chrissy boy." He snapped the magazine back into the weapon and left for the parking lot.

"But boss, shouldn't we wait just a little longer. Just to see what his next move is?" Ric suggested cautiously.

"Shut up Ric. We are not waiting any longer. We go now, and we show that mother fucker what happens when you fuck with me." Hunter said. He had been in a livid mood lately. All his attention and focus was on getting back at Dave and Christy that he had shut himself out from everything else. He hadn't seen much of Torrie lately, but he would deal with her later. If he suspected right, and she was cheating on him, she would suffer the same fate Dave was about to. But that was another story for a different day.

Randy and Ric had put their own necks on the line during the past few days, trying to convince Hunter to wait on getting back at Dave. To come up with a fullproof plan before going head on at The Animal. Trying to give their friend a little more time. But there was no swaying Hunter this time. He had his mind set on killing Dave tonight.

Hunter, Randy, Ric and Hunter's newly appointed muscle, Chris Masters, got into the BMW and all four doors shut simultaneously.

"I'm coming for you Dave." Hunter said in his head.

"Get out of the country Dave. Please." Randy said in his.

"Dave was about ready to leave for his meeting with Chris and he was feeling a lot better now that he had found his way out. Things were still rough with Christy, but he had decided he would give her another chance once he settled things with Chris. Maybe they could live happily ever after. He didn't want to think about that now. He had to focus on tonight.

After taking his third shower of the night, he decided it was time to go. He grabbed his coat and was about to leave the house when someone from the bedroom called out to him.

"Where are you going?" Christy's voice came over his shoulder.

"No where." He said.

"I don't believe you."

"Then don't." He shot back. He had turned around and was now facing her. She was standing in the doorway of the bedroom. She spent most of the day in there ever since the thing with John. Dave slept on the couch. She continued to stare him down.

"I'm off to a meeting." He said bluntly. He didn't want to give her anymore.

"Who with?" She pressed on.

"None of your business ok? Just go back to bed." With that Dave turned around and left.

Christy ran forward to try and catch him but he was gone. She spotted the car keys, still on the kitchen counter and she grabbed them. She wondered why Dave wasn't taking the car. Probably because he didn't want to be spotted. And with such a flamboyantly colored automobile, it was sort of hard to miss. She didn't care though.

"I'll be damned if he thinks he can leave me out of his new life." Christy said to herself as she just caught him getting into a cab. She jumped into the car just as the cab turned the corner and sped off. She was certain he was going to meet with another gang leader to possibly start a new life and she wanted to be part of it. So she pulled out of the driveway, and accelerated after him.

Hunter and the gang arrived at Dave's house just in time to see his car speed around the corner.

"There he is!" Hunter practically yelled at Randy, who was driving the car. "Follow him."

"He's in a hurry." Masters commented, but he was ignored. Hunter's attention was fixated on the florescent orange sports car ahead.

"You can't run from me Dave. I'm gonna catch you. And when I do, you are a dead man." Hunter said vehemently.

John and Torrie sharing a joke together, giggling uncontrollably when the door to the room opened. Detective Marcy stepped into the room.

"Hello detective. What can I do for you today?" John said in a jovial manner. He had forgotten about the way he was treated by this man back when he was a suspect to Rick's murder. Or maybe he didn't care. No one could do anything wrong to him right now. He was on cloud nine.

"Hello John. Good to see you are feeling better. Good evening miss." He acknowledged both John and Torrie. "I heard that you were making a speedy recovery and I just wanted to come and check up on you."

"Haha. Cut the crap detective. I know cops don't check up on patients just for the hell of it. They always got an ulterior motive. Since I'm the victim this time, instead of the suspect, I'll be happy to help you in any way possible." John said.

"Oh alright. You caught me." The detective said with a smile. He took a seat on the opposite side of the bed that Torrie was on. "I just wanted to let you know we caught the guy who did this to you. He posted bail this afternoon but we're keeping a close eye on him. His trial will be in a few weeks. I wanted to see if you would be well enough to testify. Now that I see that you are, I feel the bastard will rot in jail for sure."

"That's good. Finally you cops get one thing right." John joked. Both John and Torrie laughed. Even detective Marcy gave a little chuckle. He stood up and ran a hand through his messy brown hair.

"Well, I'll drop by another time to tell you the exact date of the trial. Ok?"

"Yeah sure." John said.

Before the detective left the room, John had one more question.

"How long do you think he'll get?" Cena asked.

The detective turned around to answer his question. "Well. Because of the mitigating circumstances, he won't get the maximum. But nothing short of 10 years I would say. We can ask the D.A. to push for 15 but his lawyer will argue that he was under the impression that you killed his brother so he was acting in rage."

"Woah…are we talking about the same person here?" John asked. He had a look of confusion on his face."

"What's wrong honey?" Torrie asked but John was focused on the detective.

"Chris Jericho. He stabbed you didn't he?" The detective asked. He had shut the door and was now standing next to the bed again.

"What! No way. It was Shawn Michaels. Michaels was the one that tried to kill me. Chris had nothing to do with it."

The detective swore under his breath. He turned around and left the room in silence.

Shawn and Rey sat in their silver Honda in silence. Two other mean looking men sat in the back seat, both holding automatic hand pistols. Another silver car of similar make was parked behind them, in which four other of Shawn's soldiers were sitting and waiting, also with auto's. They were parked a few houses down from the agreed meeting point. Shawn decided to arrive a little earlier than Adam, just so he could scout out the surroundings. Nothing looked fishy or out of place. Just a dump of a house sitting in the middle of nowhere. There were a few other houses around but they all looked deserted, with boarded up windows and doors. Besides, you would have to be crazy to want to live in this neighborhood anyway.

Rey saw a blue sedan pull up into the driveway of the agreed meeting point. When he saw the person who got out of it, he flipped.

"That's him. That's Chris. Let's go fuck him up!" He said hastily.

"Woah. Hold up Mucha Lucha. What's he doing pulling up at the place. I thought u told me he was staying here." Shawn said, arm across Rey's chest, preventing him from blowing their cover.

"Who cares. He's here ain't he. Let's go!" Rey tried to push Shawn's hand away but was stopped in his tracks when he saw another car pull up. Chris who was almost at the door of the house stopped too. Rey was utterly confused when he saw who came out of the new arrival.

"Hey Chris." Adam called out.

"Hey man! Long time no see bro!" Chris called out in a hushed tone. It seemed as if no one had arrived yet, but he didn't want to take any chances.

The two embraced, letting their emotions run loose for a while. They had not had any interaction for quite a while, so they took this brief moment before the battle to catch up.

"Hey. I got three guys waiting in the car. All packing so we're all set." Adam said.

"Good. Tell them to wait there until I give the signal. I'm gonna go inside and speak to Mar…"

However he was interrupted by a voice calling out across the street.

"HEY WHAT THE FUCK ESSE! WHAT YOU DOING WITH THAT SCUM BAG!"

Both men spun around to see who was calling out. Chris swore under his breath when he saw who it was.

"Fuck! They're here." However his blood really began to boil when Shawn stepped out of the car next to Rey. Two other men from Shawn's car and four other men from another car behind them also filled the streets. They stood their ground though and showed no signs of taking the first shot.

"Personally Chris. I'm offended. I'm offended that you would think I would be so stupid as to believe your sad excuse of a set up. Honestly, did you think I would not see past your little scheme here." Shawn called out in a mocking tone.

Chris remained silent, staring daggers into Shawn's eyes. But Shawn was not swayed by the fire in Chris' eyes. He continued to berate his opponent.

"You see Chris. You and your brother are exactly the same. Both of you thought I was just a mindless , dumb assed follower with no ambitions or goals of his own. Now you see how wrong your brother was and he paid for it with his life. And now tonight, you are

finally going to get to join him. You are also going to pay with your life for under estimating me."

Chris' face remained emotionless. Adam already had his hand lingering around his waist, ready to grab his gun. The men in his car had no idea what was going on. Their view of Shawn and his gang was obscured by the neighboring house.

"Oh I didn't assume you were ambitionless." Chris called back. "In fact quite the opposite. I assumed you were too ambitious. And I was right. And if there was one mistake my brother made, it was not being able to see it in you. You see in actual fact, my brother and John Cena are the ones who are very much alike."

"Shut the fuck up!" Rey yelled out. "Don't you dare talk about John!" Rey pulled out his weapon but Shawn stepped in front of him.

"Calm down Rey. You'll get your chance to pump him full of lead later." Shawn forced Rey to lower his weapon and the little Mexican obliged.

"Now tell me Chris. How is Rick the same as John?" Shawn had refocused his attention to Jericho.

"Well you see, they are both horrible judges of character. They wouldn't be able to notice a rat if it has hanging from it's tail, right in front of their faces. Just as my brother couldn't spot the rat in you, John couldn't spot the rat in Adam. Also, both of them mistook your ambition, for determination, and they both paid for it."

"Shut up! SHUT YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW BEFORE I SHUT IT FOR YOU!" It was Shawn this time, who did the yelling. Rey looked confused. He didn't know what Chris was going on about. He had backed up a few paces and was looking at Shawn in a awkward way.

"What! Oh come on Rey. You don't believe this bull shitter do you? Don't you believe him for a second. It's all a load of shit." Shawn had lost his cool and was showing signs of losing it.

"What? You mean you didn't tell Rey about your disease? About your inability to stay loyal." A cocky smirk had crept onto Chris' visage which infuriated Shawn even more. He was supposed to be in control of this conversation. Not Chris. "The second I started to become involved in the business, and Rick began to turn his back on you in favor of me, you screwed him over. You jumped boat over to John's team. To become his little bitch. Then when John stopped giving you the loving you longed for, and started to turn to Adam over you, you just lost it. A new boy, who had only just joined, was getting more loving than you. You got pissed off didn't you." Rey was seriously torn now. He had no idea who was telling the truth and who was bullshitting. Chris continued to inject doubt into him. "You felt you had to take John out of the picture. If you did that, you would be the top dog. You would get to have your own little bitches. So you did what had to be done so you could be loved."

Shawn was livid now. He had his pistol pointed at Chris' face. His own face was burning red with fury. "I thought I told you to shut your mouth!"

Chris continued. He needed to buy time. Dave still hadn't arrived yet, and he was hoping Mark would hear the commotion and come out as well.

"You know the saying, 'everything is bigger in Texas.' Well, I wasn't a very strong believer of that proverb until I met you. Because you my friend, have the biggest damn ego in the world. Bigger than mine, believe it or not. And tonight, tonight your ego is going to get you killed."

Just as Chris had finished his sentence, a yellow cab turned the corner and Dave Batista got out of the car with a look of utter confusion on his face.

"Shawn? What the fuck is going here?" Shawn and his entourage, including Rey spun around to face the voice of the large man. Shawn turned back to point the gun at Chris.

"You dirty little mother fucker. You set me up! I'LL KILL YOU!" Shawn fired once but his hand was shaking with rage, so much so, that his shot flew just wide of Chris' left ear. Chris, Adam and Dave dove for cover as Shawn's gang began firing wildly. The men in Adam's car finally got out after hearing the exchange of ammunition and joined it. A flouro car came screeching around the corner, with a cream coloured BMW in hot pursuit. The bright orange car came to a screeching halt, but not before smashing into one of Shawn's men, sending him flying. The BMW was unable to stop in time, crashing into the back of the orange sports car. A fiery red head leapt out of the sports car and ran towards Dave.

"Help. These crazy guys are trying to kill me!" She screamed wildly. She was frantic and was oblivious to the gunshots around her.

Dave stood up to full height. "Get down Christy! You're gonna get shot!" He yelled but it was too late. Her body jerked sideways as a stray bullet tore through her side. Dave's face was frozen in a contorted mixture of rage and shock.

"There he is! Hunter yelled. He had got out of the car along with Randy, Ric and Masters. Hunter had drawn his gun as had Masters and they began firing at Dave. Randy and Ric stood back and took cover behind the BMW which was getting shot to shit. Dave had duck, spun and weaved to the cover of a deserted house. Chris Masters was felled by yet another wildly fired bullet and Hunter had to delay his attempt at killing Dave to take cover for himself.

Suddenly, the door to Mark's house flew open and the massive man came roaring out of his house, a 12 gauge shot gun in hand. "You're shooting up my house!" He yelled in a fit of rage, shot gun going crazy as if it had a mind of it's own. Chris and Adam had also began shooting as bodies began to fall everywhere.

"You're bleeding on my front lawn!" Mark continued to yell. He ran out of bullets for his shot gun, and was about to pick up a gun off the ground when he took a bullet to the shoulder, which slowed him down a little. He managed to crawl towards Chris and Adam who were taking cover behind Chris' car.

"Where was the warning?" Mark shouted over the gunfire.

"Sorry. You alright?" Chris asked, motioning to his shoulder.

"Yeah. But my house isn't. I hope you know you're paying for the damage." Mark said. There was no hint of him being joking, even though it was the most ridiculous thing Chris had ever heard under the circumstances.

"Are you serious. That piece of crap you call a house isn't worth a penny."

During the chaos, Dave had managed to run back out into the battlefield and he dragged Christy to cover. As she lay on the ground, her body shook violently as she coughed up more blood. Her white blouse was stained red, and blood was gushing out of her wound. Dave took off his shirt and tried to apply pressure to the wound, but the blood just kept coming.

"Why did you come Christy? Why. You're so stupid." Dave sobbed.

"I didn't wa…want you t…t…to… leave me." Christy managed to squeeze out in between coughs.

"I wasn't going to leave you Christy. I was never going to leave you. I was coming here to set up a new life. For us. For us to be together." Christy smiled at the sound of this. She managed to bring her hand up to Dave's face, to wipe away the tears which were rolling down his cheeks.

"I lo…love you Dave."

"Don't tell me that now. Tell me that when we are living happily ever after. In a house. With kids. Not now." He pleaded. Both she and he knew that that wasn't going to happen though. She continued to smile as her hand fell from his face, and onto her own chest. She stopped coughing, stopped moving, and stopped breathing. For a second, Dave's heart stopped as well, but went into overdrive after a few seconds as the blood coursed through him burning hot. He placed a final kiss on Christy's bloodied cheek and stood up. He saw Hunter and gang hoofing it out of the area.

"This ends now Hunter." He said to himself. The hunter had become the hunted. The Animal had been let loose. The chase began.

The gunfire had died off. There was only one sound now. The sound of death. Total silence. All of Shawn's men were down. Unfortunately for them, they were stuck in the crossfire between Chris' and Hunter's men, so they took the majority of the hits. Most of them were dead, some still squirming, fighting for their life. All of Adam's men were dead. Rey was crouched behind the car. His body had prevented him from acting when he needed to act the most. But what would he have done. Was he to believe Shawn, and shoot Chris. Or to believe Chris, and kill Shawn. He had no idea what to think anymore.

"You better still be alive Shawn. I don't want you to have the satisfaction of a quick death. I wanna kill you slow and painfully." Chris called out from his hiding spot behind his car. Edge beside him, as was Mark, both crouching low.

"I'm not going to be doing any dying of any sort tonight. It's gonna be you who's going to be buried six feet deep." Shawn replied.

The sound of sirens suddenly cut through the deathly silence. Three cop cars came screeching around the corner.

"Fuck!" Chris swore to himself. Not now. Why did they have to come now. He was so close. He heard the sound of footsteps on the pavement. Shawn was making a run for it. Adam saw the pain and frustration in his friends eyes.

"Go." He said. "Go get him. I'll deal with the cops."

"But…" Chris started.

"He's right. Go now! He's getting away." Mark interrupted. Adam nodded, and motioned for him to make a run for it. Chris grabbed Adam around the neck and gave him one last bone crunching hug.

"Mmmmppphh…" Came Adam's muffled cry. "Get out of here."

Chris looked at Mark. He patted his massive shoulder.

"Thanks." Chris said. He stood to see Shawn running down the street, away from the cops. Still crouching, he sprinted around Mark's house in an attempt to cut him of on the next street across. He could hear the cops behind him.

"Freeze! Put your hand's in the air and get down on the ground."

Adam and Mark both stood up with their hands in the air.

Chris took one last look behind his back to see the cops swarm the two men, whom they forced to the ground and cuffed. Fortunately, they didn't see him or Shawn. He would have his revenge.

(A/N) Ahhhh… the climax! I hope you liked it. I had been playing with the idea of bringing all three gangs together in a massive shoot out since I began writing this story. I couldn't think of a way to make it work though. I almost abandoned the idea. Hope I did a good job with it. Tell me what you think.

Sorry to all Christy Hemme fans. It just had to happen. I'm sure a lot of you saw it coming. Don't get too angry at me please!

Also,I would like to draw your attention to the pun "The hunter had now become the hunted." I reckon that is the best god damn double meaning pun ever!