So lemme start off by saying thanks for the awesome reviews! This is my first wrestling story and it amazes me that you love this story so much. So lets stop talking bou me and get to what you really wanna read.

If I owned WWE or its employees, I would NOT be on fanfiction, now would I? No... I would be feeling up JoMo's ass instead of writing about it.

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John frowned at Drew's statement. "What... what's that supposed to mean?"

The Scotsman sighed and shook his head. "Nothing... forget I said anything."

"But-"

"Please John, " Drew cut him off softly. "Just drop it. I'll tell you another time, okay?"

John sighed but got the hint that the taller brunette didn't want to talk about it. "Okay." He said quietly.

A few moment later the door opened and a backstage employee popped her head in.

"Mr. McMahon wants to see your right away." The woman said before quickly leaving.

John groaned quietly and set the ice pack he was holding aside. He struggled to sit up, his whole body was in pain. Drew quickly wrapped his arm around the smaller brunette and helped him off the table to a standing position. John tried to steady himself but his knee was couldn't take the pressure and gave out from under him. The Scotsman caught him and steadied him before he could fall to the floor.

"You're knee?" Drew asked.

John whimpered and nodded.

"Here, I'll help you. Lean on me." Drew said and carefully wrapped his arm around John's waist, careful not to irritate any injuries.

John leaned heavily onto the Scotsman and wrapped his arm around his neck. He could smell Drew's scent. He smelled of cologne and rain and even a small hint of cigarettes... John found the smell amazing. He quickly shook that thought out of his head. He could never think about Drew like that. It would be foolish to think Drew would go for a damaged, ruined, pathetic man like him. And he still had those those small thoughts in his head that Drew is just doing all of this so he could hurt him.

He had once trusted Mike the same way he was starting o trust Drew. But Mike betrayed him in every way possible. He couldn't get too close to Drew, because he couldn't go through this whole experience again.

They made their way down the hallway to Vince's office.

"He's gonna kill me." John muttered tiredly.

"He's not gonna kill you... chew your ass maybe, but he's not gonna kill you." Drew said.

John pursed his lips. "You're right... maybe he'll do something worse like... fire me."

John hated the thought of getting fired. He had no one, wrestling was the only thing he could really love, even if Mike sometimes made it next to impossible to enjoy. Wrestling gave him a relief, but Mike was doing a pretty damn good job of ruining that for him. But the problem with wrestling was that it didn't last.

He could get on a ladder, he could jump off turn-buckles and enjoy that euphoric high the crowd's chants gave him. But that high was short lived, because he knew that when the crowd was gone and the lights went out, he would have to go back to reality... back to Mike. And when he thought of that, it made him want to die.

"John this can not go on... I won't let it..." Drew said as they walked down the hall. John sighed.

"I told you-"

"Yes, you told me that's its easier to just let these things happen to you! But John don't you think it would be easier if you could your life and not feel so...unhappy?" Drew asked.

John didn't answer.

"John... I just want you to think about it."

"Think about what?" John frowned.

"Not feeling pain... and being happy." Drew stated softly.

Happy. It wasn't a word he was used to. Happiness wasn't something he had felt in a very long time. But pain... that was all too familiar, and Drew knew it. Their conversation was cut off when they arrived at the door of Vince's office.

"Well, good luck. Can you walk fine? Drew asked.

John nodded and steadied himself on his own. "Thanks. I think I'll be fine." He said softly, Drew's words still setting in his mind.

Drew nodded and smiled softly before swiftly turning and walking the other way. John took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Shouted a gruff voice.

John opened the door and walked in the office, limping horribly as he went.

"H-Hey Sir. You w-wanted to see me?" He couldn't help the stutter in his voice... it was a habit when he was scared.

"Sit." Vince snapped.

John immediately sat in the chair in front of his boss's desk.

"What the hell was that little stunt out there?" Vince started.

John shrugged, not really knowing what to say and not wanting to rat Mike out, knowing he would be in major trouble if he did. At least 20 minutes of the meeting was spent with Vince yelling at John. When Vince finally got over his tirade, he took a deep breath.

"Why the hell did you do that? If you would have botched that move, you could have ruined that entire match. I would expect this from Hunter or Randy. But you? I never have any problems with you. Was Mike in on this little stunt?" Vince growled.

John swallowed thickly. "N-No sir. It was all me." John was lying, and Vince could smell it.

"I find that hard to believe. I know Mike is a brat and he would pull something like this just to get attention. So I'll ask you again... Was this Mike's idea?" Vince repeated.

John bit his lip nervously. This was his boss. He may not have been as afraid of Vince as he was of Mike, but Vince had the power to take away the only thing he's ever really loved; his career.

"W-Well... um... Mike mentioned that he wanted to end our match differently, nothing more. But everything else was my idea, I swear!" John said almost desperately.

He suddenly regretted saying anything. If Vince punished Mike, that meant Mike would punish John.

Vince pursed his lips. "Alright then. Listen, since you're one of the quieter guys on the roster and never give me any problems, I'll go easy on you. I'm docking your paycheck. But if you pull a stunt like that again, I'm taking you off the road without pay, understood?"

John nodded quickly. "Y-Yes sir. I'm sorry, it'll never happen again."

"Good. You may leave." Vince muttered as he continued his paper work.

John held his ribs as he stood and limped out the office. He closed the door and leaned against the wall. He was still afraid that Vince would talk to Mike. If he did, that meant he was in major trouble. He sighed and pushed off the wall and limped down to the hall to the locker room.

Regret was filling his chest with every step. He had a feeling Mike was going to punish him for hinting Mike was in on the stunt. In fact, he almost knew for certain Mike was going to punish him.

He entered the locker room and went over to his locker. He just wanted to take a shower, go back to the hotel and sleep the pain away. He carefully stripped out of his ring gear and undid the wrapping around his ribs and hips, before gently undoing the brace on his knee. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist before staggering to the large shower area.

No one else was in showers and for that, John was grateful. There was nothing separating each shower head so if someone walked in, they would see John and his scars. But he was too much in pain and too exhausted to care right now. He turned on the water and let the warm liquid drip down his hurting body. He sighed as the hot water ran down his back, over his petite, bruised hips, down the soft, scathed flesh of his thighs, and over the rest of his smooth, scarred, supple legs.

John closed his eyes. He was so tired that he could have fell asleep right then and there. But his content was brutally interrupted when he heard a voice.

"John... Johnny... Jonathan. I know what you did. Why are you such a bad boy Jonathan?" He heard Mike's voice growl.

John jumped and turned to face Mike. The pissed off blond had a dark look in his eyes that made John cower away under the stare. There was a tense silence between the two superstars that no knife could have cut. The silence was broken when Mike lunged at him, throwing the injured man on the acrylic floor of the large shower.

He groaned as the pain he was already feeling intensified. He looked up to see Mike glaring down at him. The furious man kneeled down and grabbed John by the hair, forcing the fallen brunette to look up at him

"You little bitch! Why the fuck would you tell Vince the whole thing was my idea?" Mike growled, slapping John across the face.

"I-I d-didn't say anything, I swear!" John whimpered.

"Don't fucking lie to me you little whore! What did you say to him?" Mike snarled.

"I-I said t-that you suggested a d-different ending b-but I said that e-everything else was m-my idea." John mentally cursed himself for stuttering but again, he couldn't help it.

"You should've just kept that cock-sucking mouth of yours shut in the first place. Alex! Get in here!" Mike shouted.

Alex walked into the showering area, wearing smirk mimicking Mike's. He had a dark glint in his eye that John didn't like. Mike looked from Alex back to John.

"You pathetic slut, guess I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson the hard way." Mike said, a sadistic smile dancing on his lips.

John's eyes widened as he look between Mike and Alex.

"Please no! Not again, please! I promise I'll be good just please..." John cried as he realized what was about to happen.

"Too late for apologies Johnny. Why do you make me do this? Why do you bring this on yourself? Now... be a good boy and keep quiet." Mike said as he forced John onto his stomach.

John wanted to fight, wanted to struggle. But his body was too worn, too exhausted and to much in pain, that he just couldn't do anything except lay there as he heard Mike and Alex unzip their pants. He cried out when he felt Alex straddle his injured hips. John clenched his eyes shut and groaned as the pain spread through his whole side.

"Please Mike, don't do this..." John whimpered, tears racing down his cheeks as Mike spread his legs and settled in between them.

"You bring this on yourself, John." Mike said, almost mocking John.

John let out a silent sob when Alex slapped his ass.

"You little whore, I didn't get you last time... but you're gonna get twice as hard this time..." Alex sneered.

John just shook his head and let it fall against the shower fall. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain.

"Don't forget John..." Mike whispered. "You. Are. Mine!"

And with that, Mike forced his cock deep into John without warning. The tortured brunette muffled his scream by biting down on his knuckle. He was used to Mike abusing him like this, but there was a reason that Alex was here and straddling him as well... the pain was about to get a whole lot worse.

"Who do you belong to?" Mike growled.

"Y-Yours... I'm y-yours!" John sobbed, wishing the torture was over, but it hadn't even begun yet.

Then, again without warning, Alex forced his cock deep inside John's already filled hole. This time, John didn't hold back the his scream as he felt himself tear. He felt as if he was being teared in half. The agony spread out through his entire body, his body trembling at the torment of having his unprepared ass filled beyond its limit.

A hand clamped down on his mouth, muffling his cries. John clenched his eyes shut, his body tensing as his two tormentors thrusted in and out of him. John could feel blood immediately start dripping down his thighs from the rough actions. The thrusts got rougher and rougher. John wished that they would just kill him, right then and there. But no, death was a luxury, a release... he would never feel that release.

Eventually, the pain got so bad John had to fight just to keep conscious. His body hurt and he was so exhausted, physically and mentally. What little fight he had in him was long gone. His screams quieted to almost inaudible groans of pain. John could finally hear the sick moans of pleasure as Alex and Mike both spilled their side inside of him. He didn't even have the energy to shudder in disgust.

He just laid there, feeling violated and defeated. But this was a different kind of defeat. John felt as if he had reached his final breaking point. He felt as if his was the final coda to this agonizing symphony. He was done. His life just seemed to drag on and on through all this pain. He closed his eyes. Right now, John wished for death. He prayed it would take him. Prayed it would end all of trepidation.

"Look at me." Mike whispered softly, as if he cared for the damaged brunette. But after three years, John knew Mike was the most insincere person on the face of the Earth.

John hadn't moved from his position on his stomach on the shower floor. Partly out of fear and mostly out of pain. John obeyed the command.

Mike smiled cruelly as he saw the broken look in those green eyes he hated so much. John was his property. And he would never, ever let him forget that.

Cruel ending, I know. But next chapter will be a turning point, I promise ;)

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