Chapter Eleven: The Phone Call

A/N: Hey everyone, I just wanted to say in the past couple chapters if there is any spelling or grammar mistakes then it's just because I've been rushing sort of. I apologize.

John's POV

I laughed. "Yeah. Riiiiight Orton. But thanks for the good joke! I really needed it."

Randy scoffed and glanced over at the desk. "So I take it you haven't seen the newest issue of Raw Magazine?"

"Uh, was it the one about Amy and Jeff's bet? If so, then yeah." I said.

"No John," Randy said picking up a glossy item from the surface. "But I see your producer has."

He flipped through a few pages of a WWE Magazine. On the cover I spotted a certain blonde wearing a big, white wedding dress. My jaw dropped slightly.

Randy show me one of the pages. I took it and my mouth hit the floor.

"The Enigma and Rebel Diva... Getting Married?!

It was a rumour for weeks on end. Now the rumour has been figured to be true. After Amy Swatson, formerally known as John Cena's girlfriend had been dumped by he himself, it has been true that after Jeff Hardy and Amy Swatson started dating, they are in fact getting married.
"It's really exciting for the both of us." Jeff stated.
"We couldn't be more happier, both Jeff and I." Amy contributed in.
One of our WWE journalists asked Amy about her child and about the father of it, John Cena. She had told us that John does and still get to see the child after the marriage. Jeff and Amy are also going to be taking some time off of WWE to go and take care of the child until they things settled. Jeff Hardy and Amy Swatson will get married some time in December of 2008."

After a few paragraphs, I stopped reading. "Holy crap..."

"John" Randy spoke firmly. "If you really love her, you will go get her and stop her from doing this. I don't want to see you in this state forever! You have to do this or you are gonna loose Amy for good."

"But what can I possibly do? She hates me remember?" I reminded him.

"Go talk her out of this." Randy said.

"Alright." I nodded.

The following Moday, right after Raw ended, Brooklyn and I settled in a hotel in Denver, Colorado. We were both watching the television and having some dinner when I got a phone call.

I looked at the ID. It was John.

I pushed TALK and said "Hello?"

"Amy?"

"Hey John how's it going?" The lack of my enthusiasm was probably noticable.

"Alright... So I hear you're gettin' married?" He tried making conversation.

"Oh yeah. Jeff proposed to me a couple weeks ago at a restraunt in Florida." I said.

"That's wonderful, where you two having it?" He asked.

"Having what?"

"The wedding."

"Oh! Duhh! Ha-ha. Sorry total blonde moment there." I laughed at my own mistake trying to make the atmosphere a little lighter. "Key West."

"The Keys? Really? Wow, I've always wondered what it was like there..." He said

"Yeah, yeah... John was there a specific reason you called?" I questioned.

"What? A man can't call to say hey?" He joked.

My voice grew serious. "John."

John sighed. "Fine, I just called to say..."

"Yes, John?" I listened in.

"I...uh...I..." John couldn't word it right "Please dont--"

"Don't what?" I said.

"You can't--I need...Please don't..." John stuttered.

"Don't WHAT?" I repeated.

"Amy please don't get married." he finally said it.

"What?" I didn't understand.

"Amy, please don't get married to Jeff. I realized I made the biggest mistake of my life letting you go. I need you back." John told me.

"John, it's too late." I said. "We've arranged everything and already made our desicion that we're going through with this; no second thoughts now."

"No you don't understand--"

"I'm sorry John." and I hung up on him.