John and Britney didn't communicate too much the next few days. With her schedule, especially since her tour was coming to an end, and his balance between wrestling and filming, there was always something that kept them busy.

I know I shouldn't, but I'm wondering what the hell those pictures and video were about. Still bugs me that someone who's that famous would openly keep her phone out like that for anyone to see. I mean, I had a feeling she had a bad girl side to her, but man, I didn't expect that!

He pulled out his phone and decided to do some research on her and what could possibly be the reason for the photos. After typing in her name, a slew of websites and articles popped up. There was a recent news article posted 2 days earlier about her and the headline read, Is this AJoke? A play-on with the words for her ex boyfriend. Curiosity killed the cat, but it wasn't going to kill John. He clicked on it and read the article.

After several months of being on and off with boyfriend AJ Riley, Britney was seen again with the oil billionaire recently at a restaurant late Wednesday night. The two were seen cozying up together and getting very hands on all night. Fans, who have been vocal about their relationship, were outraged and commented on her social media that he was only fooling her again. As many are aware, Riley is known for habitually cheating on Spears with multiple women. It seems as though the two have mended things and are back together. How long this will last is anyone's guess but for now, fans say this is a joke and Britney is better off not being with him.

So this is who they were for. AJ fuckin Riley. The man has money but no respect for any woman he dates. Yeah, I know about this asshole. I've read how his cheating ways and how it affected Britney's well being. You have the most amazing woman in the world who showers you with love and treats you with so much respect and you repay her by cheating on her? And in her bed? Britney, come on. You can do better than him. He's just using you again. I know you want to be loved and that man is me. You just don't see it yet, but you will soon. You've gotta get rid of the toxic ones first.

He did a search on Riley to see what information he can get on him. Who he was, where he lived, where he worked. There is no way he was going to allow him to hurt her again.

Let's see what I can find out about you, AJ Riley.

A search came about generic information that anyone can find: name, net worth, where he resides, favorites, etc. It wasn't enough. He needed more in depth information about him.

Bingo!

Just what he needed to find: an article that reported on his failed business plan for developing a new exercise machine to burn fat in half the time traditional equipment would. Since this was right in John's expertise field, he knew there was a good chance he'd be able to get a hold of him and confront him.

Oh, AJ. How dumb you are.

He read through his plan and scoffed at everything written. His plan was a failure because there was not enough evidence provided to persuade any fitness companies that his equipment worked every muscle of the body. On top of that, his objective had nothing to do with what his aim was!

How the fuck are you so stupid but so rich? Oh yeah. Your grandfather. God, what the hell does any woman, especially Britney, see in you? You're a skinny tweeb with horrible hair and you can't even come up with a great plan to help promote your idea?

He read on and noticed there was a contact number. Was it still in service? There was only one way for him to find out. He jotted it down and went right to work.

John downloaded an app to create a new number that has the same features as regular calling and texting. It was untraceable so there's no way it could ever be linked to him. He double checked the number then dialed.

"Hello! My name is Charlie Davis and I represent John Cena. John came across your website and was interested in speaking with Mr. Riley about funding his project. As you are aware, with him being in the fitness department, I'm sure Mr. Riley would very much appreciate all the help he can get from him. If possible, could Mr. Riley please contact Mr. Cena at 318-555-2980 he would very much appreciate it. Thank you."

And now we wait.

Would this even work? What if the plan backfired? What if Britney found out? There were too many what if's and not enough answers to cover his tracks. Well, it was a risk he was willing to take all for her.

Just then it rang!

Holy shit! Is it really him? Is this really happening?

He exhaled loudly and cleared his throat before finally answering.

"Hello?"

"HI, is this Mr. Cena?"

"Yes, it is. Who may I ask is speaking?"

"Mr. Cena, hello! My name is AJ Riley and Mr. Davis called earlier about your interest in my project." AJ replied.

"Oh, AJ! Hi! How are you?"

"I'm fantastic, and yourself?"

"Wonderful. Listen, I came across your website and I think what you're doing is great and it's important to get as many people healthy as possible. I was wondering if you're available for a meeting maybe next Wednesday? We can run through some possible marketing strategies and I can pitch the idea to Vince to maybe allow some advertising to be done during our shows?" he asked. "Mr. Cena, that would be amazing! I don't know how to thank you!" AJ replied. "So I take it, next Wednesday works?" John asked for confirmation. "Yes, sorry. Yes, next Wednesday is perfect." AJ answered. "Okay, great! I have a gym in Tampa where we can meet and discuss everything. Maybe look at the design and get some ideas from my equipment as well to upgrade what you have?" John suggested. AJ was a little surprised but didn't care. Someone was interested in his project, that's all he wanted. "Yeah, sure, whatever you like." he stammered with joy. "All right, sounds good. So next Wednesday at my gym. The address is 54 West Harley Drive. I was thinking around 9pm? I'll have the gym closed an hour earlier so that way we can have the place to ourselves and use the facility to work." John said. It sounded a bit strange at first to AJ but at the same time, it did make sense. "Sure. That's fine with me." he replied. "Excellent. Looking forward to seeing you and doing business with you." John lied. "Thank you, John! I'll see you next week." AJ exclaimed. "Oh, by the way, keep this between you and me at the moment. The last thing you want us to tell someone about your business plans and potential deals and have someone screw you over. Never say anything until a contract is signed." John warned him. "You got it. Thank you." AJ said. John hung up and began to think of ways to get rid of AJ in Britney's life.

Okay, so how the hell do I get rid of someone in their life without actually being suspected for it?

John had to get creative. After all, he was going to meet AJ face to face. He just needed to find a way to make him stop seeing Britney forever. Before he could do anything, he deleted the fake phone number and the app. He gave AJ all the information he needed and the one time call was done. He went into his cloud and deleted the app from there so that way it was gone forever and never linked to him. Next, he had to think of a way to get rid of him. Bribe him? Scare him? Though next Wednesday seemed far away, there was still not enough time to plan it all out. He knew he had to cover his tracks because one wrong move and it was all over for him. He stayed up all night creating the perfect plan.

The day of the meeting finally came. The gym was always closed at 6PM so having him open it at 9PM was not going to be suspicious since all of his employees were home. Nice little lie to cover up his alibi if he was ever caught. The closed circuit cameras had been disabled 2 days prior and John told his staff that there had been a technical malfunction and is awaiting for someone to come repair the entire system. They thought nothing of it and went about their business. After all, John isn't the type to lie. So why wouldn't they believe him?

He wore his gym gear and waited until AJ finally came. And when he did, John was already disgusted by how he looked.

This fuckin prick. That fuckin ego really will kill him one day.

He wore a fine Italian suit with his $81,000 Audemers Puguit watch. His hair was slicked back of course and his shoes looked shinier than his hair. John had to wonder what in the world Britney saw in him.

AJ walked up to John and extended his arm for a greeting.

"John! Great to meet you!" He didn't want to, but John had to fake it and pretend to be happy to see him too. He shook his hand and sat him down.

"Okay, so I saw everything online. I'm assuming you brought some blueprints? Some documents, etc?" John asked him. "Yes, right here." AJ replied and took out a portfolio in his briefcase with all the paperwork needed to get his invention patented. John looked through and pretended to be impressed. Honestly, he thought it was the most stupidest idea ever. It targeted only the first layer of the muscle rather than targeting intense training. It was a piece of crap. There was no way to burn body fat and increase muscle mass if the intensity didn't increase. He sighed and while deep down inside he wanted to tell him he's the dumbest guy in the world, he had to do the complete opposite.

"I gotta say, this is genius. I'm surprised no one else took this on."

AJ was shocked and delighted to hear this from him. "Really?" he asked. "Yeah. I just think the increments should be 5 instead of single consecutive numbers only because it gives the people the illusion that they're doing better. You'd rather hear someone say I'm at a level 10 than a level 2. By doing that, they'll want to continue doing what they're doing and expecting results sooner. It's kind of like tricking them but you're not." John explained.

Even I believed myself there for a minute!

"Oh wow. I didn't think about that. Thank you, I'll get that done right away." AJ replied. "I think other than that… It could be a hit." John said impressively. AJ could not believe that it was actually happening! His dream was finally coming true! "John, you have no idea how much this means to me! I mean, all my life, I was told I was this spoiled rich kid who is living off grandpa's money. That I'll never become anything because all the money I have will buy me everything. So for me to prove to them that I CAN make my own money will be the best payback ever." AJ explained.

Does this dick weed want sympathy? Bro, you have a trust fund of $685 million and that's because of your daddy. You're lucky you even have something to live off because it's clear you're a complete moron who barely finished high school if it wasn't for your name.

"Well I think it's time everyone gets what they deserve and best to start with you." John told him. He took his papers and placed them on the counter.

"Okay, I know you're not dressed for it, but dude, you can't leave without saying you worked out in John Cena's gym." John said. His plan was about to begin. "Ah, I don't know. I mean, working out in a $500 shirt isn't really a good idea." AJ bragged.

And this is why I hate you

"Trust me, I'm not gonna go crazy on the workout. Just lift a few weights." John insisted. AJ knew if he declined his offer, the deal could be off so he had to say yes. "All right, great. Here, follow me." John said and walked in front of AJ to lead him to the weight area. John picked up a dumbbell that weighed 85 pounds and handed it to AJ. Of course, he was a scrawny little thing, so naturally, he struggled to hold it.

And this is why I hate you even more. Pussy.

John laughed at his struggle and shook his head. "Come on, pussy. You got this!" he encouraged him and clapped on to look as though he's motivating him. He walked around him and stood behind him with his eyes set on his victim. His blood boiled and his jaw tightened. He wrapped his arm around his neck and squeezed it as tightly as he could. AJ dropped the weight and tried very hard to fight back but was quickly losing consciousness. It was no use. This was a losing battle and moments later, his body went limp. His arms dangled and John loosened his grip. He dropped AJ to the floor and panicked. His heart races and couldn't believe what he just did.

Holy shit!

John dropped down to the floor and checked his pulse. There wasn't one!

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I just killed AJ Riley! I'm going to jail. I am going to jail and I'm going to die because I killed AJ fucking Riley!" John said quietly. He honestly didn't know what to do. He didn't plan on killing him. Just knocking him out and then restraining him to some equipment and warning him to never go near Britney again. He had to act fast. He dragged his lifeless body downstairs to the basement while he thought of a plan B.

He paced back and forth in the basement while trying to figure out how to get rid of a dead body. There was nothing but old gym equipment and an old coal fired furnace downstairs.

"No, no, no. God." he said to himself in disbelief knowing what he had to do. John walked to the furnace and turned it on. Nearby was a large bag of coal that he threw in to heat up. He turned around and took a look at AJ Riley one more time. To be sure, he once again went and checked his pulse. Still dead. The room began to heat up. Temperatures rose to a scorching 1200°F and John had no other choice.

He slowly walked back to the body and dragged it over to the furnace. He dreaded what he was about to do next but it was either do it or get caught and go to prison. He refused to allow the latter. He lifted the weightless body off the floor and just as he was about to do it, John dropped the body and backed away.

"I can't, I can't. Oh, God, what the fuck did I do?" he asked himself as he was about to cry. He pulled himself together and knew it was now or never. He had no choice. He had to do this or else his life was over. He picked AJ back up and threw him over his shoulders. He took a deep breath and stuffed the body inside. It was done now. There was no going back. He had to continue. He grabbed a weighted pole and pushed his body further in to allow it to incinerate. He closed the door and immediately ran to the nearby bucket to puke. After several minutes, he wiped his mouth and fell over. He couldn't believe what happened all within 30 minutes. He gave someone so much hope only to kill him all for one woman.

"Okay. Okay, so it happened. It was an accident. It happens. I just have to cover my tracks and make it look like I have no idea about this." John told himself. He didn't dare to look at the furnace again and ran upstairs to figure out what to do.

Upstairs, AJ's phone and briefcase were still on the counter. He shredded all the papers and had to figure out what to do with his phone. Clearly with AJ being such an idiot, the pass code on his phone had to have been something simple for anyone to crack.

PING PING PING PING

And he was right. Using your birth year was a simple strategy. He scrolled through his phone and had to make it look as though he's still alive. He looked at his messages and noticed the last time the two exchanged text messages and it was the day before!

Is she fucking serious?

Britney: I miss you, babe

AJ: I can't wait to see you this week. Wear that sexy black dress I like. Even though you won't have it on for too long

Britney: OMG lol ok

This week? When? Shit, what if it's tomorrow! Fuck I have to make it sound like it's off.

John hated to do this but he had to text her as him.

Gotta cancel. Something came up. That black dress has to wait

He waited and a few minutes later he got a response back from her.

Britney: Another model you're going to fuck instead?

Britney: Whatever. Fuck it

Mission accomplished.

She once again hated AJ and soon John would have to keep pretending to be AJ to "end" things with Britney for good. He still had to figure out how to disappear so the Riley family didn't get suspicious and begin an investigation.

Shit, this is harder than I thought