Mickie James & John Cena Novels & Stories

Mike said and moved closer to him. James let go of me and stood up. "Is that right?" he challenged. "Yup. In fact, I'll even allow you to throw the first punch. That way people will witness what an asswipe you are," Mike said. "You know what. It's not worth it. Fuck both of you," James said and stormed out of the door. "Wow...you sure know how to pick em, Annie. Evan looks like an angel next to that guy," Mike remarked. He winced as he saw my arm which was starting to bruise already.

He managed to knee Spencer in the ribs and land a single punch to Jameson before he was officially knocked out. Once he was removed, it was just Spencer and Jameson. I was on the edge of my eat, trying to see who was winning. Jet was feeling rather anxious himself, which didn’t help mine. These men had trained together. Jameson had trained Spencer, so it was coach verse student. Spencer tried a submission move that Jameson counteracted. Jameson would go to deliver a combination, and Spencer would avoid it expertly. For five whole minutes, not a single blow was landed.

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.

James has met his match. Around noon they got up and had shower sex then went to the kitchen to eat. Macie and Caiden were sitting at the bar eating. Macie smiled when they walked in. She was in a t-shirt and shorts. Caiden was in just his jeans. Kenzie was in a tank and pajama shorts and James was in just his jeans. James walks over to the table and sits down slowly in a chair. Caiden laughs and James gives him a warning glare.