Chapter 2

The moment had come. Everyone in the arena could feel the electricity in the air. Every seat in the arena was filled and backstage the energy was flowing through every soul, wrestler or not. Even Callie, who was usually busy during show times, always took a few moments to enjoy the opening of the show. Once she had learned all about wrestling and the industry, she easily saw how many people found it addictive. She wasn't even an on-air personality and she was hooked on the excitement of it all.

"Hey CC!" John came up beside her, using the nickname he'd given her on the day she had officially become a Cena. Callie's original last name, Sutton, was been her biological mother's. Callie didn't mind losing it, as she had never even met the woman anyway. And she'd been overjoyed at officially being a part of the Cena family. "I've been looking for you."

"Yeah, sorry. I was carrying so much earlier that I forgot my phone." She apologized. "Something wrong?"

"Not at all," John flashed a smile. "Just thought after the show tonight we'd get together and hang out. Ya know, some quality brother/sister time?"

"You DO know we share a hotel room right?"

"I said quality, not quantity. Besides, I gotta get some time in before Dave gets into town." Callie's relationship with Dave Bautista always amazed John, as well as some of the others on the roster. They were always together whenever they happened to be in the same city. In fact, it was usually the only time when she didn't share a hotel room with John. But it was the dynamics of their relationship that confused everyone. They hung out, went on "dates" and slept together. They had become the perfect example of close "friends with benefits". What no one could understand was why they didn't just make it official already. He knew they each had their reasons but, come on, what was the hold up?

"I'm all yours for tonight. So, junk food, a movie and a bottle of Jack?"

"Aw hell no." John actually looked sick for a minute. "After the last time, there's no way in hell I'm touching that stuff for a while. Let's stick to some beers. You pick the movie. Gonna need a ride back to the hotel?"

"Ummm…..yeah I should be done with all of my stuff in time. And I really don't want to have to deal with another sleazy cab driver anyway."

"I still say you should call me when you need a ride. I'll always come pick you up."

"I survived. And speaking of that, you should go finish getting ready so you can survive this match with the title in hand." She offered him a quick peck on the cheek and walked off, already answering messages on from her inbox on her phone, just as the show's opening music faded and Cody Rhodes began his 10 minute rant in the ring about how fabulous he was.

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Cal settled herself in her little office and switched on television set. Usually, all of the wrestlers backstage would watch the entire show, when they weren't in the ring or filming promo spots, that is. Even if they were warming up they had a tv on somewhere around them and were always paying it some kind of attention. It was what Vince had dubbed 'backstage etiquette'. The WWE was one big family and they all paid each other the respect of enjoying the show, whether they were in it at that moment or not. Usually, Callie was too busy to watch it all, running back and forth from room to room, on the phone or emailing someone. But she always took the time out to watch John's matches and, when she could, the others as well.

Sadly, John's match was almost over anyway. She'd gotten caught up on the phone with a prop dealer who had been getting frustrated at the fact that he couldn't find what she was looking for. But Callie didn't have the time to let him go and deal with it later. They were leaving for Europe in a few weeks and she needed everything set up for delivery well ahead of time. They always had props set up in the ring and backstage in promo shots that had something to do with where they were or what was going on with the holidays. Oddly enough, the british phone booth that they had always had set up at the top of the ring had gone missing from the prop department. The paperwork said it had been signed out for something else and it was up to Callie to find another one.

John was in the ring with his opponent sprawled out on the mat before him. He looked up into the stands and raised his right hand, ready for his patented 'you can't see me' before delivering a five knuckle shuffle. The whole crowd was on their feet, stunned when his opponent kicked out of the pin, swaying on his feet from one too many blows to the head. Cena seemed just as awed but immediately flew right back into action, taking advantage of his adversary being more than a little dazed and swooped him up onto his shoulders. While the crowd roared it's approval, the dark haired, dark eyed man was woefully subjected to the F U and had finally had enough.

"ONE…TWO….THREE!" The audience counted so loud that the ref's slaps to the mat couldn't even be heard. The entire arena rumbled with the cheers and shouts of excited fans. John finally had his WWE title back and the WWE Universe had regained their rightful champion. No one was going home disappointed. Well, except maybe for the man who had just lost it.

Callie was on her feet and clapping in the office, the sound echoing loudly in the sparsely furnished room. She hadn't known what the outcome of this match would be and, with it being one of the main matches leading up to Wrestlemania, it had been kept a secret from everyone but the persons involved. There had been a lot of talk among backstagers and fans alike that the board of directors wouldn't give the title back to Cena before Wrestlemania and this win was going to be a huge upset to more than a couple of the other matches involved in the event. Had she known or not, Callie would have been just as excited when the moment came and she couldn't be happier to be here to share it with him.

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The hotel was as nice as could be. Working for the WWE wasn't all glitz and glamour like some fans thought it was. And, contrary to popular belief, the superstars didn't always stay in nice hotel suites and have the best of everything. It was many weeks of a long, hard schedule, very little sleep and sometimes, when cities were overloaded with other events, nicer hotels couldn't be found vacant. Sometimes, when arriving late or being just too tired to care, they had stayed in some very seedy looking places. But this wasn't one of those times. There were plush red carpets on the hallway floors, the elevators were polished to a bright sheen and soft ambient lighting glowed overhead. But he didn't notice any of it.

After his loss tonight, he was angry. After he'd found Callie backstage and had very nearly promised her the moon to get her to just go out on one date with him (he figured one date was all it took anyway, for the ladies to get hooked) and she had rejected him, he was seething. Oh she was nice as hell about it. Quoting her pseudo-relationship with Mr. Bautista himself as one excuse, being too busy for another. But he knew in the way she always made sure to keep a certain number of steps between them. The way she moved back slightly, almost imperceptibly, when he tried to put his hand on her arm, he knew she was disgusted with him. She had to be. She almost cringed with hate at him. Little bitch thought she was too good for him, did she? Well, now he knew.

He knew how to pay John Cena back for taking his title. And the fact that the little stuck up bitch would learn her lesson in the process? Well, that was just icing on the cake.

He opened his door with the room key and immediately went to his luggage to pull out his little book. Not a diary exactly. More of a record of his plans and now he had a perfect next chapter. He wrote late into the night, not stopping to order dinner or even turn on the television. When he finally finished, he dropped the book back into his bag and started the shower in the bathroom, turning the water as hot as it would go. He had to wash the feel of Cena off of him. Wash off the other man's sweat. It was burning into him and making him even more insane; almost as if it were a poison making it's way into his brain.

As he waited for the water to warm up he stripped his clothing off and stood in front of the mirror. He stared into it, never once blinking or turning away. He looked at himself, his muscles, his face and most of all his eyes. He stood like that until the water in the shower had gotten so hot and for so long that the mirror fogged completely over and he could no longer see anything but a dim outline of the person standing there. It was just as well. It wasn't himself he had been seeing in the mirror anyway. It had been Cena. And tears had been streaming down his face. He knew it could only be a glimpse into the future.

Oooooo. Who could it be? Well I know, and I'm planning on all of you guys knowing by chapter 5 or 6. I really want to spend the next couple of chapter getting more into the mind of this madman and exploring more of the details on John and Callie's relationship. I kind of pounded out this chapter pretty quickly just a few minutes ago since I had been pretty busy all day but I've got all day tomorrow free and am really looking forward to getting more into the brother/sister details. You won't find out everything about how they find each other but I am planning on answering a few key questions. And it will be slightly longer.

Thanks for reading guys!