Here's a new story that I have been writing, even though I have one that has yet to be finished...but I promise that I will continue with that one. This idea has been floating around for a while...so I decided to start it. PLEASE let me know what you think...reviews are encouraging.

Disclaimer: I own nothing that is recognized. I own Kiera Boelkes and that is as far as that goes...I would be lying if I said I wish I didn't own John. ENJOY!

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" John yelled when the doctor told him the news.

"I'm afraid I'm not Mr. Cena." Dr. Spencer told him. "As you can see here, you have a torn ACL and a shredded meniscus. You have no other choice but to have surgery if you ever want to continue wrestling."

"Are you sure those aren't someone else's MRI results? Those can't be mine." John argued.

"They have your name on them and that looks a lot like you leg." Dr. Spencer said. "I am sending you to Dr. Andrews in Alabama. He is one of the best surgeons in the country; he also has one of the best rehabilitation clinics. The head rehab specialist is probably the best in my books. They will have you back in the ring in no time."

John sighed as Dr. Spencer exited the room. John glared down at his knee. "This is all your fault." He said to it.

"They say talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity." Said a voice from the doorway. John looked up to see his best friend, Randy Orton standing in the doorway. "Come on John, We have a flight to catch to Alabama."

"Yeah, don't remind me." John mumbled as he hobbled past Randy on his crutches. Randy laughed lightly as he followed his friend out to their rental.

"Alright Mr. Cena, we will do surgery tomorrow afternoon at 1 pm. It should take between 3 to 4 hours. You will then be brought back to one of our hospital rooms and you then will begin rehab the following day. I will need you here by 11:30 so we can begin your surgery preparations. And remember nothing to eat or drink besides sips of water after 2 am, and especially no alcohol tonight. Any questions?"

"Yeah, how long do you think I will be out?" John asked, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

"Estimated timeā€¦4 to 6 months, to possibly be back at one hundred percent. It really all depends on you. If you work hard and stick to it, you will be back in no time. But I have no worries about you working hard. My head therapist is going to be taking care of you and to put it simply, she can be a hard ass and takes pride in the fact that she can push people past their limits. If you're working hard, she will make you work harder. Her name is Kiera Boelkes and trust me, you will be back in no time." Dr. Andrews said giving John a warm smile. John returned his smile as he walked out of the room.

"Thanks Dr. Andrews. I'll see you tomorrow." John said as he waved.

John hobbled out of the clinic and down the street to the hotel he and Randy were in. Randy smiled at him as he entered through the door.

"You ready for tomorrow?" Randy asked.

"I don't have a choice, I have to have the surgery. Damn knee." John said collapsing on the couch.

"Why don't we go out tonight, there are a few good clubs and bars around the area, get your mind off the situation for a while." Randy said.

"I can't drink."

"So? We can still have a good time, no one ever said there was anything wrong with Mountain Dew. I won't even drink tonight. Come on man, you need to relax for a while."

"Fine, I'll go." John said closing his eyes.

John sat drinking a can of Mountain Dew, on a bar stool in one of the local bars. He looked out and spanned the crowd, seeing Randy dancing with a few girls.

"At least he can enjoy himself." John mumbled to himself as he drank his MD. John was spacing off when a curvy, curly haired brunette, dressed in a yellow halter top and a flowing white skirt approach him.

"And why can't you? No one ever said you had to be out in the crowd dancing to enjoy yourself." The woman said sitting down in a nearby bar stool.

John snapped out of his depressed trance. He looked over at the woman, giving her a puzzling look.

"Aren't you John Cena?" She asked.

"No, I'm miserable." John replied. The woman smiled at him.

"So you are at a bar drinking Mountain Dew? Makes perfect sense." She said indicating to the can he had in his hand. "So what did you do?" She asked, nodding towards his left leg that was heavily taped and in a brace.

"I tore my ACL and shredded my meniscus." He replied. "I have surgery tomorrow afternoon. That would be why I am drinking Mountain Dew."

"Really? Is Dr. Andrew's doing it? I've heard that he is really good." She said ordering a martini.

"Yeah. He is an amazing surgeon. I'm doing rehab here too. I guess her name is Kiera or something like that."

"Kiera Boelkes? I've heard she is a real hard ass. I think she worked with Paul Levesque and Dave Bautista when they were down here." John quirked an eyebrow at the brunette, she smiled at him as she drank the rest of her martini. "Well Miserable, it was nice to meet you, but I really must be going. I hope your surgery is successful and that you have fun with Kiera." She stood up and gave him one final smile before turning and walking towards the door. John watched as she left, seeing a tattoo on her lower back, just peeking out between her shirt and skirt.

"So I didn't see who that was, but from this angle she looked pretty good. Did you by any chance get her name?" Randy asked coming over to John. "You seemed to be having a nice conversation with her over here."

"Shit." John said, hitting himself on the head. "I didn't ask her name."

Randy rolled his eyes as he helped John up. "Come on big man, I should be getting you back to the hotel, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow."