AN: Hey all! I'm back! I had to take a hiatus on this story for a while to deal with school and I can gladly say I passed my first year of college! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

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450 Attitude Adjustment

Oh Mr. Sandman, Part 2

*Narrator's P.O.V.*

Justin and John awoke lying on opposite sides of an open field. They both just lie in their places for a while, staring up into a sky full of stars and a big, bright full moon. Neither man noticing that they are both in the nude, save for a skirt of holly leaves that barely cover their genitals. As they both lie in the grassy area a wind begins to blow and rustles the grass and this is the only noise to be heard. Looking into the sky, both men could feel as if everything was right in their worlds, yet something was missing at the same time. Both could feel that an extraordinary change was about to occur even though neither knew exactly what this change would be.

Both men sat up, in that special way that Undertaker does, and then stood up from their respective areas across from each other and looking around, they both noticed, not that this wasn't where they laid to rest, but that the field they were in was entirely enclosed by tall trees of holly and that there were lavender plants growing all throughout the field, some of the flowers from the lavender were even blowing into the sky and almost looked as if they were glowing. In the center of the field there was a lone holly tree, there were no leaves on the tree, it was completely bare, and this was one of the things that drew both men to move closer to it.

As the men grew nearer to the holly tree they both began reaching out with their left hands, reaching for the trunk of the bare holly tree. Inches away from touching the tree, both men looked up and stared each other right in the eye. John's blue orbs locked onto Justin's dark browns and they just stared at each other as seconds, minuets, maybe even hours slowly slinked by. Both men grinned at each other as if passing along an unspoken message and then they both looked to the ground where a noticeable line was forming between them and divided the field into two equal halves with Justin on one side and John on the other.

Arms still outstretched, both men didn't touch, but reached around the holly tree, grabbing the other's outstretched arm. Both men, still holding each other, locked eyes once more, stepped to the other's side of the field and, still grinning, released the other. The two superstars closed their eyes and fell backwards to the ground. They both looked like sleeping starfish slowly slumbering the seconds away.

*Justin's P.O.V.*

When I woke up the next morning, I looked at the clock and noticed that I had slept way longer than I usually do. I usually get up early in the morning, about 6 or 6:30, to get a workout in, treadmill, jump training, free weights, the usual, but, looking at the clock, it was already a quarter to noon. 'I could probably grab a quick treadmill run before making my way to the arena if I hurry' I thought as I stumbled my way to the bathroom. I felt heavier than usual this morning, as if I had put on several extra pounds while I was sleeping. My arms felt swollen and my feet felt as if I were wearing lead shoes. When I got into the bathroom, I turned on the faucet and let some warm water pool into my hands. Looking at my hands, I noticed that they looked larger and meatier than usual. I let a good amount of water pool into my hands and then I splashed it onto my face and then I blindly reached for a towel and scrubbed the water off of my face and then I decided to take a look at my reflection.

My eyes bugged out at what I saw. I was staring at John Cena! I looked around in the bathroom and I didn't see anyone else in the room. I turned my gaze back to the mirror and I lifted my left hand and so did the reflection. I put the hand over my heart and I could feel my heart, or John's heart, pumping its blood throughout the body, at a faster pace now, and the reflection did the same. 'This cannot be real' I thought 'I must be still dreaming' I tried to rationalize. I then pinched the skin on my right arm and I could feel the sting, but I wasn't waking up. I began to pinch other places, leaving little crescent shapes all over my, or John's, skin, I wasn't waking up 'Why am I not waking up?' I then reached and felt my hair, and when my reflection did the same and I felt the short buzz cut hair, I let out a loud scream that people two floors up could probably hear.

I stormed out of the bathroom and started to pace the floor of the main area of the hotel room. I walked back and forth and back and forth in front of the foot of the large bed in the room until I noticed the large full-length mirror. I looked into the mirror, at John's large frame, well larger than mine was at least, and I admired how sculpted his legs looked in the tight-fitting black boxer briefs I had on. The definition in the muscles in my arms and the largeness that is John Cena made it finally sink in. 'I am John Cena now. I can practically do anything I want!' With this newfound realization, I got really excited and a smile began to creep across John's, my, face. I then began pacing through the room feeling excited at the thoughts of all the new things I could do. Then an even greater thought ran through my head. 'Holy crap! I'm probably gonna get to main event Raw tonight!'

I quickly pulled on a pair of John's shorts, his cargo shorts for tonight, I added a T-shirt and a pair of his white shoes, and then I made my way down to the eating area of the hotel to find some food because it felt as if John's stomach was eating itself due to the hunger. When I entered the eating area, I scanned the room to see if anyone I usually interact with was in the room. I spotted Heath and Zack at a round high table and I made my way over to them. Several feet away from them, I bumped into someone. I turned to apologize when I noticed who it was, I grinned at the look on Miz's face when he saw it was me. I looked him up and down and said, "Are you gonna yell at me like you did to Gabriel the other day?"

The weirdest part about talking was that I still sounded like John and I shuddered at thinking about the fact that I was in John's body. Miz just scurried off in a different direction without a reply and the feeling I got at being the one to cause him to do that made me feel so good inside. 'I just made The Miz hurry off and I wiped that smug look off his face in the process! Whatever happened is making this a very good day.'

I stepped up to the table where Zack and Heath were seated and I said, "Hey guys what's going on?" I looked from Heath's face to Zack's and I saw their faces go from shock to confusion and I could feel my face twisting into a confused look as well. 'Why do they look so shocked that I'm talking to them? Is it because of Heath's small lie?' I thought. "Hey Heath, don't feel bad, I would have lied to spare your feelings too. I don't blame you for what happened the other day," I admitted to the Southern male. He looked even more confused after that and then glanced at Zack.

Zack glanced at Heath and then back to me and said, "Has Justin been talking to you, bro? Are you two going out now or something? He usually wouldn't talk to others about his problems unless he really trusts them." I couldn't help, but let out a loud chortle, one that garnered the attention of several others around the area and when I looked back at Zack and Heath, they both were glaring at me as if I had just stomped on their puppy.

I tilted my head to the side after composing myself and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you two glaring at me like that?"

"You don't have to laugh it off as if Justin is some lower person to you, John, jeez," Heath said in his usual southern twang.

"Yeah, bro," Zack added in, "Justin may not be as high up the card as you, but you don't have to laugh at the thought of you two together." I mulled over the thought of telling them what had happened, 'do they really need to know that I'm really Justin? I mean they would just try and make me go back to looking like my old self.' Heath and Zack just stared at me, waiting for some type of response, anything. 'I should probably tell someone, though, I couldn't keep this to myself forever.'

I made up my mind on what I was about to do and when I opened my mouth to speak, as if on cue, the sound of Randy Orton's theme song began to sound along with a buzzing feeling in my pocket. I froze, 'would Randy be able to tell that I'm not actually John?'

Zack spoke up and said, "Aren't you gonna answer your phone, bro?" I jumped out of my thoughts and fished inside of my pocket for the phone. I pulled it out and hit the 'answer' button on the touch screen and placed the warm electronic device to my ear.

"Hello?" I said into the phone tentatively.

"John? Where are you? We were supposed to meet in the arena at like an hour and a half ago to go over our spots for tonight's house show, you're late," Randy said.

I didn't want to tip off to Randy that I wasn't actually John, so I said, "Whoops, sorry Randy, I'll be there in a few." I looked back at Heath and Zack and contemplated telling them what I think is going on. 'They'd probably just think I'm crazy,' I thought, then I decided that it wasn't worth it, and I turned my back to them and jogged out of the eating area to meet Randy in the arena.

*John's P.O.V.* (Earlier)

I woke up and scanned the room, I felt really groggy and disoriented even just lying in bed. I looked at the clock in the room and I saw that it was already a quarter after 10! I hopped out of bed and I quickly dressed myself in the dark in a pair of shorts I found lying on the floor and a t-shirt that was in a chair across from the bed. I pulled on a pair of sneakers and I rushed out of the room and down the hall to the elevator. I felt as if I were moving a lot faster than I usually do as I was running, I even felt lighter. As I was going toward the elevator a few of the hotel workers dropped a mini-fridge in the middle of the hallway, and I instinctively jumped over it. 'That was a pretty high jump,' I thought to myself as I made to the elevator and jammed the down button.

The elevator couldn't move fast enough as I paced it hoping Randy wouldn't be too upset about me being late. When I got to the ground floor, I dashed through the lobby, and out the door and the first thing I saw was a taxi, I thought about going to get my car, but it'd be faster if I just hopped into the taxi. So I jumped in and told the driver where the arena was, 'hmm, my voice sounds a little strange,' I thought, but I just brushed it off. He made very good time and I got to the arena at about a quarter til 11. I jogged to the ring and I saw Randy standing in the ring pacing. As I got near the ring, I slowed down to a quick walk and Randy looked at me with a disapproving look and said, "John and I have the ring right now, at least when he gets here we do."

While stepping through the ropes I chuckled and said, "Very funny Randy, I'm here now, so let's get started. I'm not even that late." Randy's face scrunched up and displayed so much confusion after I said that. "What?" I asked, I know he likes to play games and be sarcastic with me at times, but he never committed to one of his games this much, especially when we need to prepare. While we do mesh a lot in the ring, we still need to go over spots. I waved my hand in front of his face and said, "So can I practice or not?"

"I don't think you heard me before," Randy began sounding slightly irritated, "John and I were gonna practice here when he gets here, we called dibs on the ring, but you can have it after us." He looked around and, as if he were searching for someone and then said, "Do you even have a match tonight?" I was completely confused after he said this, 'what is going on?' I thought to myself. "Are you just gonna stand there Gabriel, or are you gonna say something?" 'Wait, di he just call me Gabriel?"

"What did you just call me?" I asked genuinely confused. I hope I just heard him wrong and he didn't say what I think he said. I looked in his eyes and I saw confusion seep into them as I could see him back tracking to see if he said something offensive or wrong.

"I called you Gabriel, your name, right?" Randy asked confused as to why I was confused. I fished into my pocket and felt a cell phone, I grabbed it out and I peered at my reflection and gasped, 'This can't be real right now," I thought to myself. I looked up and Randy had this confused look that made me realize that I had a shocked look on my face and this was probably weird to him.

"I-I gotta go," I said as I jumped out of the ring and ran out of the room. I grabbed a metal chair out of the hallway and ran into the nearest restroom I could find. When I got inside I put the chair against the doorknob to make sure no one would come in and I slowly crept up to one of the mirrors on the wall above the sinks. As I crept up to it all I could hear were my footsteps on the hard tiled floor. I looked in the mirror and, sure enough, my reflection had not changed. I looked like Justin Gabriel! 'What the hell is going on,' I thought to myself. 'This must be why my voice sounds so different.' I reached one of my now mocha colored hands up and rubbed my stubbly face, 'this is so weird.' Then it occurred to me, 'Since I'm Justin, Justin must be me, so that means I just need to find him and then we can fix this!'

I walked out of the restroom and then I went back to the ring area, I scanned the room and I saw that Justin wasn't here just yet, 'hopefully Randy would have the idea to call me if I were late like this.' Just then I saw Randy pull out his phone and I knew that he was now making the call, so all that was left for me to do was just wait.