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Ships: Cena/OC, RVD/Torrie, Joy/Show, hints of Dawn/Carlito

Note: I am so sorry about all the wait, I had the computer playing up on me and meh you know how it is. Here's the next exciting instalment of MY PREROGATIVE!

Chapter 6

A thousand different noises echoed in her head, she looked around blearily, a million different blinding colours swirling around. The last thing she remembered was she was walking towards her office and she had been hit by behind, by whom, she didn't know. She only knew that the pounding in her ears hadn't stopped since then. She blinked a few times before the room swam into view and she looked around.

She was in a dark empty room, a light swinging ominously above her. She looked around, seeing the vast forms of many wrestlers and divas smirking at her. She began to feel vulnerable and scared. What happened? Where was she? Who knocked her out? Those questions would remain unanswered until someone stepped into the light, a chomping sound making her lip curl in disgust.

"Carlito," she said, struggling against her bonds against the steel chair, her hazel eyes piercingly angry, "Where the hell am I?" A hand met her face, and she felt a trickle of blood appear near the right of her lip.

"Now now, Miss Long, why don't ya make yourself more comfortable?" Carlito said smirking, and pacing around her, "You're gonna be here for a looooong time…"

…

John Cena was pacing the empty General Manager's Office, his face stern and angry. The note from the kidnappers had been unceremoniously chucked aside in angry rage and he was now so angry he could kill someone with his bare hands. He pushed over the desk in a fit of rage and screamed in anger, and all the Superstars who heard it sighed, feeling his pain. Sophie Long had been favoured among many of the superstars and the fans. A week had passed since she had been kidnapped and although John had tried everything he could, he couldn't get any information on where she might be.

"Hey," The Big Show stood at the door, his massive frame blocking out light, Joy Giovanni beside him, her face sad, as Sophie was her best friend. John looked at him with a sigh. "I called the cops again, they haven't got anything—" They were both cut off by the lights turning out. The Big Show moved inside to allow the Undertaker access to the General Manager's Office. John resisted a shudder, Christ that man gave him the creeps sometimes.

"You wanna know where the General Manger is?" He remarked, taking off his hat but not doing the old 'rolling his eyes back into his head' trick. He looked at them both as the lights came back on again, he smirked slightly, "Think outside the square you live in."

John Cena withdrew his breath slightly.

"RAW…" He said and the Undertaker nodded. It was obvious that Kane had somehow found this out and informed his brother.

…

John Cena was in the ring, the fans were screaming his name in recognition. The Big Show and the Undertaker were right behind him. He held the microphone in his hand, his US Championship belt still to show he was serious.

"Now I'm gonna tell y'all somethin'," he said, his voice serious as well, "The next time you see me, It'll be on RAW. Now, to the locker room out there, I know Sophie Long," and here the fans screamed louder, "Has been a favourite to the fans and the Superstars, so anyone who wants to come with me and help save her from the clutches of evil just c'mon down and we'll get ourselves over to RAW."

John Cena leant against the ropes, looking at the stage, waiting.

"VIVA LA RAZA!" John grinned, as Eddie Guerrero came out in his lowrider, Rey Mysterio, RVD, Booker T, Torrie Wilson and Jackie Gayda also in the lowrider, they got out and shook John's hand.

"Well, we got ourselves a pretty darned good 'team' here now, let's get to RAW!" John said with his hand up in the air and the rest of them cheered before they were cut short when Carlito appeared on the Titan Tron, his smirking face leering at them.

"Well, you figured out where we are, eh? But it doesn't look like you and your puny little Cabinet will be powerful enough to wipe out the forces that prevent you from rescuing your little Sophie Long. Carlito and his Cabinet are more powerful than Kurt Angle and JBL's Cabinets combined, because we have BOTH their cabinets here, and much more, as you will find out. And that… That's cool." He grinned, and the camera was moved to the now gagged and bruised Sophie who looked helplessly at the camera. Something snapped in John and he stormed out of the ring, the other Superstars not long behind.

…

The Superstars emerged from the stretch limousine that Vincent McMahon provided, John emerging first. His face was stern and impassive as he walked through the hallway of RAW, meeting someone who made him smile.

"Randy, it's been forever, how you goin', man?" John said before giving his best friend a shake of the hand and a pat on the shoulder, before shaking Stacy Keibler, his girlfriend's hand.

"Yeah, been too long, man, I'm alright, I heard about the whole Smackdown thing, about you losin' your girlfriend and General Manager, and what that idiot Carlito said about your 'puny' Cabinet? Well, I've got some friends that might answer twice to that."

John's mouth dropped open as Randy stepped aside to reveal an vast amount of Superstars, including Eugene, Batista (who had recently quit Evolution), Chris Benoit, Chris Jericho, Edge (the HBK/Edge feud never happened), The Hurricane, Rosey, Shawn Michaels and someone who made the Undertaker smirk. Kane and Lita also were there and Lita looked at John sadly, having recently discovered how much she loved her husband because of the fact that he chokeslammed Trish and Gene Snitsky to hell. Kane shook the Undertaker's hand whilst John mouthed wordlessly.

"Whoa, I think we've got a better chance now," he said grinning but his grin faded when he realised that one extremely powerful RAW Superstar must be on Carlito's side. Triple H.