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The rain poured to the ground in sheets as she raced down the alleyway. The man was right behind her and jumped on her causing her head to bounce off the sidewalk.

The man cackled evilly, "you will never escape me." He started ripping off her shirt as she cried silently.

"Yo bastard!" The man turned around and got cracked with a steel beam.

John Cena stood above the man with the beam in his hand. Looking down he saw the woman in a pool of her own blood. 'Shit' he thought throwing his coat over her exposed upper torso.

Grabbing his cell phone he called 911 for assistance

At the hospital

She opened her eyes; only to close them quickly again. She had a thunderous headache and the bright lights weren't helping. She strained to hear voices in the distance.

"So you don't know her name or where she lives?"

"No I was just walking down the street when I saw some guy rip off her shirt. I hit him with a steal beam and told the cops; but, when they got there I guess he was gone."

"If you wouldn't of showed not only would she have been raped: but, she would have died from excessive blood loss and head trauma"

"How is she? Will she be alright?" John asked

"She is fine; although, she has 20 stitches in the back of her head from the concrete."

She opened her eyes again feeling the bandages that surrounded her head. She couldn't remember the accident, she couldn't remember anything. Who was she? Where was she? And who were the people talking?

The doctor walked in noticing that she was awake. "How are you feeling today?" He asked her

"Fine"

"Can you tell me who you are?" The doctor asked her

She stumbled and looked down "I don't remember" she replied and started crying

"Do you know what happened last night?"

"No" she said starting to cry harder

"Hey now, it ll be alright" the doctor assured her

John walked in hearing her crying "what s wrong" he asked

"She has amnesia, she don't remember anything" The doctor replied

"Nothing, who she is, what happened?!?" John asked franticly

"Nope, nothing. It s probably from the swelling on her head but we ll run a cat scan just to make sure that nothing is seriously wrong."

"How long will this last" John asked

"I have no clue, but I ll send her picture to the news stations around here so we may have a chance of finding out just who she is and where she came from." The doctor said

John picked up his cell phone and dialed Vince s number. "Hey Living with Vince it s Cena; I need a favor."