AN: The rap is not mine. I found it on under Fan Freestyles.

Chapter 7: Deluded by Him

March 6, 2006

Cena stood in the middle of the squared circle, rapping to the sold out crowd his past and future rivals. If he knew that he was competing for the love and affection of Maria, he probably would have bashed the WWE's resident pimp, Val Venis. But he didn't, so the rap was focused on his opponents.

Oh yeah, The Chain Gang is here to settle any score
Blast on WWE with these knuckles or heavy metaphors
You think you can mess, Man you outta ya damn mind
Quit talking, put a freaking sock in it like Mankind
John Cena got the streets locked with muscle and brawn
The flow's got the Chain Gang foes mowing my front lawn
We knock out more teeth than what your glass jaw can carry
Cena's Chain Gang movement is blitzing about 10 million strong
We moved to RAW but we can still lay the Smackdown
We moved up in finances, the Chain Gang is debt-proof
The crew just let loose while Cena showcases the F-U
For any sucka talking trash 'bout taking the title from John
This goes for you JBL, just worry bout your stupid stocks and bond

Grab a coat and umbrella cuz the reign on top is gonna be long
The only arm I keep steady is the one that's strong
You can't see us, behind the 5 knuckle shuffle smack on your dome
We'll take care of your neighborhood bully right in front of his home

Chain Gang is strictly business, just watch and listen
The beat-down Cena gives to these fools is worth the price of admission

The crowd's responses grew as the remarks grew harsher. Cena hadn't had pops like this in a few months. But the cheering was soon interrupted as backstage footage of the object of his affection was displayed on the Titantron for the whole arena to see.

He looked confused as Maria stood in her locker room, her usually bubbly demeanor gone. He was concerned for her; he wished she would believe him without having to worry about his fidelity. Concern and confusion turned to anger. Hurt marred his features as she was approached by his opponent from last week's match.

Val Venis took the liberty to enter her dressing room unannounced. He held her chin in his hand and said, "Stop frowning. You'll give yourself wrinkles."

"Huh?" Maria looked up in surprise, her thoughts interrupted. "Oh, hi, Val."

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be thinking so much. Especially about something that's troubling you this much."

She sighed, "I can't help it. It's kind of hard not to think about it this much." Her thoughts were plagued of Cena's kiss with Trish and the information divulged to her the next week.

"Well," Val continued as he stepped closer to her, "I think I can be of service, then. Why don't you let me help you forget about what's worrying you?

Val closed the door, smiling slyly at the camera he was shutting out, leaving the camera, crowd, and Cena focused on the photo of Maria posted on her locker room door.

Cena was fed up. He had stopped free-styling once the Titantron came on, and now he dropped the microphone from his hand. He couldn't believe her audacity to accuse him of being with Trish despite their breakup long ago. He couldn't believe that she would allow another man into her room, especially when that man was Val Venis. He thought she would wait for him.

"I guess I was wrong about her," he thought.

As the Titantron faded to black, Cena could not help but shake his head. He made his way out of the ring, set to leave the arena as soon as possible. He had enough drama for tonight, and he didn't need to be there for a scheduled match.

A cameraman followed his movements backstage, hoping for a fierce lashing out from Cena. Fortunately for the cameraman, Maria's locker room was on the pathway for the nearest exit of the building. Unfortunately, Cena did not provide any recognition of this fact. As he approached Maria's door, the crowd could be heard cheering in hopes that Cena would give Val Venis a beating for taking his girl. He didn't even slow down to give a glance at the room.

Cena kept a brisk, steady pace to his rented car in the dimly lit parking lot until he heard his name being called. He looked up to meet the face of his caller.

"Hey, John, I'm glad I caught you before you left the arena."

"Yeah, I just wanted to get away from everything. I don't have a match either, so, yeah. I'm guessing you needed me for something?" Cena asked Shawn Michaels.

"Yeah, I have a match tonight against Ol' Vinnie Mac and his demon spawn Shane O'Mac. They said I need to find a partner, and I was wondering if you could be it."

"Are you serious?" Cena's demeanor suddenly became exhilarated. "For sure, man. It'd be my honor to tag with you. Wow, I feel like a rook again."

The Heartbreak Kid chuckled at Cena's amusement, "Right on, man. You want to talk strategy later?"

"Yeah, sounds good. I'll meet you in a few minutes."

HBK walked away, glad that he had found a formidable partner for tonight. Cena stopped in his tracks, a little unsure of what had just occurred. He had forgotten about Maria for a moment, but he just agreed to a match against the bosses. He felt like he had an out-of-body experience. He looked to the sky, picked out a star, and thought, "Please, just let me forget about her."