"I don't think she likes me."

"Who?"

"Stephanie."

"Oh."

"Do you think that?"

"What?"

"That she hates me?"

"She doesn't hate you."

"Well, she sure doesn't like me."

"Jesus, John, it's just a storyline. We all gotta do shit we don't want to. Just 'cuz Steph handed you the paper, doesn't mean that she was laughing behind scenes as you got your ass kicked."

"Hey! It was an unfair fight!"

Randy laughed on the other end of the phone. "I know it was…but it was a little funny."

John frowned. "Me getting my ass kicked and booed at? Jeez, thanks."

"Hey man, like I said, sometimes our job sucks."

John shook his head. "I really don't want to work tonight."

"Well, you want to hear a rumor I heard?" Randy asked.

"What?"

"ECW won't be holding onto the title."

"Really?" John asked, hopeful.

"Yeah, supposedly, Rob mouthed off to Stephanie at the end of the taping and pissed her off. She switched a few things around and paid a wrestler extra to steal the title back."

John's eyebrows rose. "Wow."

Randy chuckled. "I know. Not the woman to piss off. But…that's the rumor."

"I wonder who it is."

"Well, I'm assuming that whoever it is, you'll get into a storyline with. I mean…it makes sense."

"Yeah. Well…"

"Am I gonna have to cover your ass tonight?"

John shook his head. "I dunno. After hearing that, I think it's best that I do go in, especially because I have a promo."

"That'a boy."

John rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

Randy laughed. "Alright, see ya there then man."

"Yeah." John closed his phone and picked up his duffle bag and grabbed the hotel's room key. As he zipped up the bag, someone knocked on his door. "Yo!" he called out. The person kept banging on the door and John turned around. "What?"

The banging continued and John became frustrated. Unlocking the door and throwing it back impatiently, John came face to face with Rob Van Dam. Rob smirked as John looked at him in surprise. "Still sore?"

John glared at him. "What're you doing here?"

Rob held up the WWE title and pointed to his name on the plate. "Nothing, just wanted to see how you're doing. Think it looks good on me?" he asked as he slinged it on his shoulder.

John's jaw tightened and his eyes met Rob's. "Better hold on to that for as long as you have it."

"Oh don't worry, dude. I'm gonna have it for a long time."

"Keep thinking that."

"Look dude, I know that ECW and myself whipped your ass. I came here to tell you, just let the title go, and you might save your career for another year or two."

"Fuck you," John spat. "The title is mine."

"Wrong," Rob snapped. "It's Raw's, and that brand doesn't even deserve it. Since ECW is back, I'm gonna make it number one and phase Smackdown and Raw out."

John shook his head and laughed softly. "That's never going to happen. The McMahon's will never accept that. That's why it's called a brand extension."

"That's what you think, Cena," Rob sneered. "With myself, these titles, and Paul's brilliant mind…we're going to take WWE and it's fans by storm."

Smirking at him arrogantly, Rob walked away from John's hotel room. John watched him disappear and thought about the warning. Paul…Paul…which Paul? he thought. Only three names came to mind, but he knew one thing; he needed to talk to Stephanie.

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"Sabotage."

Trish frowned and gave Amy a confused look. "What?"

"Sabotage. What's another word for it?"

Trish shrugged. "I don't know. Disrupt?"

Amy thought for a moment and nodded. "Huh."

Trish looked back at her magazine, then put it down and looked back at her friend. "Why'd you ask me that?"

Amy shrugged. "Dunno. Something John was mumbling earlier."

Trish raised her eyebrow. "Who?"

"Cena."

"Why was he mumbling something about Sabotage?"

"How should I know?" Amy asked, shrugging. "He hasn't said anything to me."

Trish rolled her eyes. "You're such a nut."

Amy shot Trish a look. "I'm the nut?" Trish nodded, going back to her magazine, and smiling. They looked up as they heard someone knocking on the locker door. "Who is it?"

"Chris."

"Come in."

Chris opened the door and locked it. Pressing his back against it, he was met by Trish and Amy giving him looks. "That girl won't leave me alone."

"Mickie?" Amy snickered. Chris nodded. "Do you honestly think that hiding in the women's locker room is the best hiding place?"

Thinking for moment, Chris sighed and Trish laughed. "Look, I just need to stay away from her. She's fucking annoying."

Amy chuckled. "Don't worry; she's always been like that."

"A psycho?"

Trish nodded. "Well, that was her nickname here…"

Chris's eyes widened. "Seriously?"

Amy waved her off. "No, Chris. She does that all time, with everyone. Once she gets used to you, then it'll be fine. She just gets overexcited. That's how she developed the character."

Chris sighed in relief and walked over and sat down next to them. "That's good because I needed to talk to you anyways."

"What about?" Trish asked.

"Well, since you two are my favorite females in the whole wide world, Stephanie included," he said. "I want two hot divas, like yourselves, to be Y2J's go to girls."

Trish dropped the magazine in her lap and glared at Trish. "You want us to be your whores?"

Chris shook his head. "No. My slaves, more or less." Trish and Amy both exchanged looks. "Just for the storyline!" he quickly added. "Please."

Amy shook her head. "I dunno…"

"Come on," he begged, "it'll be fun. Like old times."

"Only except Amy is getting married?" Trish said.

Chris shook his head. "True, but if I asked you just because you were single…"

"Alright, shut up," Trish snapped. "I'll do it."

Amy sighed. "Me too."

Chris grinned at both of them. "Thank you guys. You regret it."

"Somehow, I think we will," Trish mumbled.

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Stephanie went through the papers on her desk and sighed deeply. She could feel a headache coming on again; and today of all days. Deciding whether or not she was going to stop and finish her work tomorrow, her cell phone rang. Groaning, she reached for it and looked at the number. Not recognizing it, she flipped it open and pressed it to her ear. "Stephanie McMahon."

"Steph…it's John."

Stephanie frowned. "I know a lot of Johns'."

"Cena," he said, slightly annoyed.

"Oh, what can I do for you?"

"Listen, I heard something and I thought you should know."

"Okay."

"So you think you could meet me somewhere?"

Stephanie frowned. "Um, I guess. But the show is in five hours…"

"It's important."

Sensing the urgency in his voice, Stephanie agreed. "Okay. Just tell me where."

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It was a nice diner. Not a place that Stephanie herself would pick, but it was descent. As she opened the door, she saw John sitting in the far corner booth wearing a black shirt and baseball cap. It was fine to her because she was wearing a nice blouse with jeans and sneakers. Talk about being lazy today. Stephanie walked over to him and sat directly across from him. He gave her a warm smile and she returned it, placing her purse to the left of her.

"Do you want anything?" John asked her.

"Iced tea is fine." John called the waiter over and ordered what she wanted. Once they got it, he cleared his throat. Before he said anything, she held up her hand and said, "If this is about you losing the title… I don't want to hear it. It was already decided and you received the script, so you knew it was going to happen."

John frowned. "No, it's not about that and I got that script last minute," he argued. "So if I didn't agree with it, there wasn't a damn thing I could've done about it."

Stephanie nodded, thinking it over. "True. So…what's this about?"

John sighed. "Rob came to my hotel room this morning."

Stephanie brows furrowed. "For what?"

"Just a bunch of trash talking but some things he said, he let slip," John explained. "And they raised some flags off."

"Like what?"

"For one, he doesn't like Raw or Smackdown," he told her. "Then he said something about Paul and his 'brilliant mind', but I don't know which Paul he's talking about."

Stephanie frowned. "Well, the only Paul's we have is Levesque, Show, and…"

Stephanie stopped and John saw the look in her eyes. "What?"

"Heyman," she said slowly.

"Heyman?" Stephanie nodded. "Why would Heyman…?"

"Because my father hired him on ECW."

John's eyes widened. "Why would he do that?!?"

Stephanie shrugged. "I don't know!"

John hit his fist, though not that hard, on the table and leaned back. He never liked Paul Heyman. During his reign as the United States Champion was when Paul Heyman introduced himself to John. There was obvious dislike on both ends. He never forgave Stephanie for leaving her position and never forgave Vince for hiring him. It took a psychical attack to get rid of the man; history that John wouldn't mind repeating. "Well, if he really is planning on taking over WWE, what're we gonna do?"

Stephanie sighed. "I can't believe this. This is the shit that we write in storylines, for the fans entertainment. It doesn't actually happen!" John watched as she went through a panic attack. "He's doing this because he knows my father isn't here. He thinks that we're weak."

"Don't you have something planned to get our title back though?" John asked.

Stephanie nodded. "Yeah, but I don't know if it'll work."

"Well, if it doesn't," he said, "you have a whole locker room, two of them, that wouldn't mind teaching people like Van Dam a lesson or two."

"Yes, but it's going against the fans," she told him. "The fans make up WWE and many of them are hardcore ECW fans. I can't very well discard them."

"Then don't," John said. "Just get rid of Van Dam and Heyman, and any other traitors."

Stephanie nodded, taking all of it in. Something big was going to happen. However; Stephanie didn't realize that that something would take place in her personal life, and not just professional.