Mickie James & John Cena Novels & Stories

“Long morning. I think I sparred with every elite warrior, or at least most of them.” “Why?” Miles asked, looking between my espresso and me, like he was asking permission to have some. I nodded and he gratefully lifted it to his lips. The man is addicted. Every morning starts with espresso for him. “I let Rome out for the first time,” Mick said smugly. “You have to come to training tomorrow. You’re the last one to defeat.” “Bull shit,” Beau huffed. “Fight Lenny.” “Rome did,” Mick smirked. “Whooped his tail.”

He had his mouth open to say something, but he never got the chance. Lucas rocketed forward, all his weight and strength and rage powering his fist into Mikey’s jaw. As Mikey fell, Lucas caught his shoulders and guided him in just the right direction for his face to connect with Lucas’s upswinging knee. The pain in his hand was a symphony, the contact with

getting to class I see Blaine and Shawn already have it set up so Shawn yelled at all the people coming over to get into partners so we did , seeing jakey poo I asked him to be partners , so we started to circle each other Jake started to punch at me I turned quickly and grabbed him by the neck in a chokehold and wrap my legs around his waist and took him down to the ground where his face started turning red and he passed out, it was the fastest take down in my life . Miles: shit Jakes a good fighter too, that was fast . Okay, who's next . Blaine: I guess I'm up Shawn : I'm not getting my ass kicked by a 17 year old . Miles : What come on Shawn it's your turn. Don't go easy she's tough. Jake

Jake motioned for Jim to come onto the mat to start their training session. They circled each other for a few seconds longer than Jake and Greg did. Jake was the first one to make a move and attempt to take Jim’s legs out from under him. Jim jumped to avoid them while landing a kick in Jake’s stomach. Jim hit Jake in the back with his elbow to get Jake onto the ground. The force of the elbow knocked the wind out of Jake but he quickly stood back up. Jake then landed a punch to Jim’s jaw and one to this temple. Jim was instantly knocked out. Before he could hit the ground Jake caught him and laid him down gently.

Joe said. “Scott?” “Jenna Jameson.” “Owen?’ “I’m gonna be different and say Jordan.” As they announced their guesses Bambi marked them up on the board. “Okay Celebrity Tits 2. Owen first this time?” “Jenna Jameson.” “Scott?” “Jordan?” “Joe?” “Jenna Jameson.” “Now Celebrity Tits 3. This was your first pair Scott, what’s your guess?” Kent asked. “Carmen Elektra.” “Owen?”

"Shit, that's Mario!" James cursed. Before Michael could react, he suddenly felt the air in his lungs getting forcibly knocked out. James had shoved him with so much force that he was flying towards the refrigerator. Two shots rang and he heard a bullet wheeze past him to the door of the lift. The second one was from James as he aimed for Mario but Mario had closed the distance between James and he slammed into James with a wrestler's spear technique that sent the both of them scattering along the kitchen floor.

I asked, confused. Before Alex could answer, Mike's theme hit and I turned my attention to the TV. I sat up as he walked down the ramp, looking cocky, and as hot as ever. He was glaring at the ring and holding his title high on his shoulder. Man did he look good. Especially with that title. None of that mattered to me though. I loved Mike for him. Not his title, money, or fame. He was sweet, kinda, caring, funny, and overall an amazing person. I watched as he climbed up and into the ring, glaring at his opponent, John Cena. I put my elbows on my knees and was biting my nails nervously. The match started and Mike was in control. Half way though the match, John got control. I got worried that

he had head on taunted Zeneca making my enemies- majorly disgruntled suitors and jealous freaks among the crowd, crack up laughing and cheering at Micalo’s response. “SAYS THE ONE WITH A THROBBING CL*T,” Zeneca snapped back and that’s when the mighty kick of my leg landed straight in his jaw, flinging off his face, painfully in the opposite direction. I am sure the high resolution, huge monitors around the arena showed his spit and blood flying off in air too.

Mickel said, Craig stood up as well, extending his hand towards Mickel. "Thank you, Mickel. I won't let you down. With your guidance and support, nothing can stop me." Craig said, Mickel shook Craig's hand firmly, a proud smile on his face. "I know it, Craig. Now, let's get to work. I'll start making those calls to potential sponsors, and you keep doing what you do best training hard and winning fights," Mickel.said,

Cade said, scowling, not happy at James' sarcasm. "Och, quit yer winin'," Mika's Irish burr called out from where she was snapping her silver tipped bullwhip out at her foes with one hand while beating others down with her silver baton in the other. "Yer still alive and breathin' aren't ye?"