Chapter 17

When Shane entered the office as directed by Triple H the room was dark. Almost pitch black dark. Standing by the window was the silhouette of someone with their back turned. As Shane approached the barely viewable figure he started loosening his tie. Getting closer he then began to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt. Moving in even closer he then un-tucked shirt and undid the buckle to his belt.

"Trip down under huh? Baby doll I'll take you anywhere you want to go." Shane said as he wrapped one hand around the waist of the image before him, while the other grabbed all ass.

"Damn Shane, I knew you got around but this is ridiculous." Ric Flair said as he quickly turned around to face one stunned Shane McMahon. A cigar hanging between the smile now formed on his mouth.

Before Shane could react, Flair moved toward him and quickly gave him a kiss on the lips. Kissing Shane isn't exactly what Flair was asked to do, but Flair wanted to screw with Shane's head a little. From what Stephanie and Triple H had told him, Shane had been a little prick lately and Ric had been sent to teach him a lesson. A little peck on the lips was harmless in Ric's mind and only added to his own personal enjoyment of Shane's overall humiliation.

Shane immediately fell backward trying desperately to get away from Flair as he frantically wiped his lips and spat out whatever man germs he had left on his mouth. The sight had Flair laughing hysterically as Shane looked more like a fish on dry land gasping for air than the multi-million dollar heir of the WWE.

While Shane gathered himself and got back to his feet he covered his mouth and stared, still in shock, at Flair.

"Can't wait to tell the boys what a great kisser you are Shane-O." Ric said and then blew him a kiss as he left the office closing the door behind him.

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As John sat in the hospital waiting for the results from his MRI, Stephanie McMahon entered the room.

"Any news yet?" She asked.

John shook his head. Since arriving to the hospital to have his hand examined John had nothing better to do but think. His hand was numb from the pain and he knew the prognosis would not be good. Everything seemed to go from bad to worse. In his mind Lita was nothing more than a curse.

As the doctor entered the room, John and Stephanie anxiously awaited the results.

"Well, your hand is broken in five different areas young man. You'll have to wear a cast for the next six weeks. We urge you to stay away from anything physical for now. That means staying out of the ring for a while." The doctor suggested.

Cena couldn't believe what he was hearing. Worse yet, Stephanie McMahon was there to hear it first hand the results herself. There would be no sugar coating the truth.

As the doctor left, Stephanie put a hand on John's shoulder.

"John I'm sorry." She said sincerely.

Unfortunately for her she had more bad news to give John. She had a show to run and a roster to maintain. With John being in a cast for the next six weeks, there would be no way he could wrestle. Stephanie needed a champion who could wrestle, at least until they got through the next pay-per-view.

"I'll start working with the writers on a new angle for you." Stephanie said.

"A new angle, what do you mean?" John asked, knowing exactly what she meant.

"We need a champ that can wrestle John. You'll have to give up the belt. We'll keep you in the storylines though for the time being. When you're back to full strength we'll consider giving it back, but for now, it's got to go to someone else." Stephanie confided.

John lowered his head. Everything that he had worked so hard for was now being taken away.

"Fuck this!" He raged startling Stephanie.

"John, I don't like it anymore than you do. It's what has to be done." Stephanie pleaded hoping somehow to calm him down and make him understand her side of thing.

"Oh I get it, so you're going to take the belt away from me, give it to Triple H, and then go and have a good laugh with your piece of shit brother right?" John said venomously.

"John, that's not true. I've been fighting for you for a long time now. This isn't what I want to do, it's what I have to do." Stephanie said raising her voice.

She didn't appreciate the accusations John was throwing her way. Besides, she should not have to defend herself for making these kinds of decisions. She was the boss and right or wrong, this is what had to be done. Stephanie continued.

"I'm sorry you feel the way you do John, but maybe you should consider the fact that you are the one who decided to put his hand through a wall, not me." Stephanie said as she walked off.

John knew she was right. He was losing control and had to somehow control the emotions that tormented him inside.

Before Stephanie left she offered John a few parting words.

"By the way, I don't think you'll have to worry about Shane at least for a little while. He'll have his hands full trying to explain his own behavior to the boys in the locker room and more importantly to dad. I suggest you start taking care of yourself John. Whatever has happened between you and Lita is your business, but Lita's a good person. Don't let a good thing slip away just because people tell you it's wrong. Look at Hunter and me. People have been saying all kinds of things about our relationship, but to us it's all worth it."

And with those words Stephanie was gone.

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As John drove back to the hotel he thought hard about what Stephanie had said. "Lita was a good person." In his heart John knew she was right. Lita was a good person. Good people sometimes do stupid things. John himself would have to admit he's done a million of them. Looking at his hand he laughed. That was definitely one of them.

But the awful truth of it all was that Lita was a grown woman. She could have slept with practically any other man and the blow would not have been as lethal to John. But Shane? Lita knew Shane hated John. She herself had helped John fend off his cheerleading cronies and Triple H as well. She knew first hand what Shane was capable of. Why would she willingly sleep with him simply because he gave her flowers? It made no sense at all. It pissed him off more than anything that he didn't have all the answers. He loved Lita and could not let her go, but to be second to a man like Shane? He would not be any part of it.

"Fuck it!" He cursed to himself. "Lita's not the only woman out there. What's good for the goose is good for the gander."

As the words rang through his brain, John picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Candice? Hey, it's me John."

A/N: So do you all think I let Shane off a too easy? You think John is making a mistake? Thoughts, rants, general overall babble? All are welcome. Thanks!