Mickie James & John Cena Novels & Stories

Death. The crowd opened up to reveal Ciaran fighting against Eugene. Neither had weapons on them. Instead, they were going bare knuckle. Eugene landed a solid blow on his jaw and Ciaran stumbled but recovered. I watched silently as the two tackled and kicked each other. Their fists flying. Maverick held Mariposa back. Her struggling was faint but there.

“Jameson, Sheena. Step out of the ring“ Lord Kingsley orders. As Sheena walks over to Raina, she pats her shoulder. No other words were said. The same couldn't be said for Jameson though. As he exited the ring, Finn says loudly. “You lost to a girl. How pathetic. Move. I'll show you what real fighting is“ Jameson exits the ring with his head to the ground. When it was just Raina and Finn left on the ring, the referee began the match. Within mere second, Finn approached Raina; throwing a powerful kick right across her face. The kick knocked Raina out cold. “And we have a winner for the tie breaker—and our first match of the day“ The commentator announces. “Finn and Jameson from the werewolf d

Though I'm on the top," Mew said with his authoritative voice. James is clenching his fists. "What? Cat got your tongue, S.e.r.p.e.n.t?" Mew smirked. "You!" James is about to launch at Mew but his assistant stopped him. James breathes deeply calming himself. "This is not over, fake Don of Elixir," James said trying to intimidate Mew. Mew just shrugged unaffectedly. "You know your way out. Hope to never see you again," Mew said waving his hand. Miko who witnessed everything finally breathed out in relief.

Ciro Tonali and I don't usually hold back any kind of information. -You'll have to make a big effort because SWAT needs a location. - he snapped, his jaw clenched. -Where's my wife! -There's no point in trying. - Michael said without any pretentious airs. James' calm was obscured, nothing mattered to him anymore. He took distance and launched his right hand at a speed that was barely noticeable. The sound of his palm hitting Michael's cheek made Jonas shudder, he understood that he could not continue as a silent witness to this barbarity. He quickly entered the cage and pulled James away from the prisoner, placing his gigantic body between them.

I sighed deeply as I tried to remove his too damn good perfume off of me. "Shut up." I said blushing. He smiled widely and backed off. "Didn't we agree you are OUT of the game huh?" John looked at Mike with anger in his eyes. Hannah and I looked puzzled. "Fuck off little boy." Mike suddenly stood up and faced John. There I noticed Mike was a bit stronger and taller than John. Don't get me wrong, John has his body on top shape but Mike, Oh, don't get me started about his body again.

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.

"Ready as I will ever be, let's do this, Cena." The first exchange of blows was fierce. I moved with agility, relying on my human form's speed and precision - those skills Douglas taught me in the forest. Cena lunged at me using his strength and ferocity to overpower me. I fell on the smooth grass on the floor, my muscles burning with exertion as I struggled to let go of Cena's grasp. In my struggle, something unexpected happened. A sudden surge of energy coursed through my veins, and the surrounding lights flickered and danced to my unspoken command.

Jessa rolled over, gasping for breath, pushing herself up on her shaking arms. One of the big bodyguards was waiting for Jessa. His fist slammed down like a hammer. Jessa slid out of the way—barely—and his hand broke through the floorboards. He shook off the splintered wood fragments and tried again. Jessa rolled away, bouncing back to her feet. The bodyguard grabbed the closest table and pulled up so hard that the screws bolting the legs to the floor popped out. Then the friendly fellow hurled it at her. Jessa ducked. "That’s not nice, John Cena!" she told him with a visible grin.

The two work together in that way they have; almost no words, simply knowing what they each are doing. I'm not needed to help, and I find myself, once more, watching the two of them, operating as a pair and so smoothly I doubt whether it even occurs to them to think of it as teamwork. Here's me, CEO of a multi-billion corporation and I feel like a fifth wheel… James gags then binds the man's wrists tight with the tape while Michael does his ankles. "It's probably what they used on the women." "Or were going to.…" I say. "You're a dirty fighter, Michael. That's not a fighting style from polite circles."

I tell him, bouncing on my toes to keep the blood pumping. Mickey ignores my words to come up and grab me by the back of the neck, pulling my six foot five inch frame down to his nearly five foot nothing so that we’re forehead to forehead. “You ready, kid? This is your biggest fight to date. This fucker is damn good.” I smile, putting my hands on his shoulders. “Not as good as me.” Finally, Mickey smiles. He smacks me lightly on the face. “Damn straight.” Turning to Jimmy, who just walked in the door to call us out, Mickey says, “Tape him up as we walk.”