This is a Rock/Cena fic. I'm obsessed with these two. I don't know if it will turn out to be slash or not. I'm really not good at writing slash(I think). Give me your feedback. I need to improve my writing. Constructive criticism is welcome.

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CHAPTER 1

He felt numb.

Everything had happened fast.

In a blink of an eye everything had changed. The only thing that he realized was, that he was trapped. There was no way out. Even if there was a way out, could he hurt the people he cared the most?

The days happenings began to replay in front of his eyes. They were still fresh on his mind. He could see their faces. Some hopeful, some desperate. They had asked his opinion. He wished they had not asked his consent. Why couldn't have Vince just ordered him?. It would have felt a lot more easeir if they had forced him to do it.

Then he wouldn't be digging his own grave, then he could have blamed them for everything. But could he really blame them?

He knew that a simple "no" would end all his problems. But was he so selfish , that to escape he would sacrifice everyone else's happines? Was he so selfish to destroy their hopes?

He could hear the wall clock striking twelve times, announcing that it was already midnight. Other than that there was nothing else to break the silence. The silence didn't help him in anyway.

In-fact, it made him nervous. He had survived the day thinking everything would be all right. He had tried to cling into that hope. That hope had kept his desperation at bay.

But as the night came by, realization had dawned on him. Everyone's future rested on his shoulders. It was a weight he never had wanted to carry in the first place. Everyone expected him to do the right thing.

What if it wasn't right for him?

If he did say yes, he would be making everyone happy. But he would be digging his own grave. If he say no, everyone would be disappointed. But he would be safe.

Sighing in defeat he looked at the sky. There was nothing. Not a single star. The sky was dark . Dark clouds were surrounding the sky, indicating a storm. He felt like it was mourning for what he had to do.

And he was tired. His aching muscles reminded him how tired he was. But he couldn't sleep. He had a decision to make

He knew what he was going to do. He couldn't let them down. He couldn't let Vince down. He couldn't let Hunter down. He would do this. He could do this. Hell, for crying out loud he was John Cena.

But even John Cena was not immune to all the threats that were there to destroy him. Everybody thought he was a happy go lucky person. But what people didn't understand was he was a human bieng too. They always expected more from him. Hunter and Vince was different. They always understood him. They appreciated what he did.

But this time it was different.

This time they would not understand his position. He was trapped.

He couldn't help but let out a bitter chuckle.

Dwayne had planned everything very well. There was no way out for him.

"Dwayne"

He muttered that name. Old memories began to flash before him. All the hurt he had kept buried for years were coming back to haunt him. He could here the last words Dwayne had said that day. To him, it was like yesterday.

"I'll end you at your own game Cena"

Dwayne had promised an end for him. John knew Dwayne better than anybody else. When Dwayne made a promise he always fulfilled them. Those words were like a stab to his heart. If Dwayne was here he would have been utterly satisfied to see him in pain.

He didnt understand how everything went wrong between him and Dwayne. How could one go from caring for a person to hating them for a lifetime in a blink of an eye?

Another thing he didn't understand was, why had Dwayne stayed so long for revenge?. He could have destroyed him many years ago. Why did he stay so long? And what was he planing to do now?

Was he planing to destroy him and his carrier?

The clock striked two times . It was two in the morning and he still couldn't sleep. He was standing on the balcony. Leaning onto to the railings and looking down he could see vehicles running on the streats. The headlights of the vehicles were like small fire flies. It showed that He was not the only one who was up. He didn't want to be alone.

Seeing those Vehicles made him feel he was not alone. There were people up at that time. Those people were also strugling with their lives.

He would face this, even if he had to pay the price. He would not let everyone else down. He could not let them down.

Letting out a shaky breath, he took out his mobile. Dialing out a all too famileer number, he waited for an answer.

"Hello"

He could hear the other person mumbling. He had probably awaken the other man from a deep slumber. His voice was muffled. He felt bad for calling him at that time, but he wanted to let him know his decesion.

"Vince, it's me John. I've made my decesion. Tell him I have agreed to his conditions. I'll sign the contract"

It took him several minutes to digest his own words. He knew the consequences he would have to face.

They talked for several minutes. He could hear how happy Vince was with his decesion. But he was far from happy. He had taken the first step in selling his soul to the devil.

He could only hope that, he would come out of it unscratched.

So what did you think of it? Was it good or bad?

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There will be leanthy chapters in the future.