A/N: Let me explain a few things.

I know how cloning works. This story isn't going to go that way. Usually when they clone something that is already fully grown, the clone starts out as a baby. We're going to have it so that the clone comes out exactly the way the specimen is currently.

And two, I was considering making this without an OC, but I figured I haven't used Brittany with Johnny boy in a while. Plus, she knows medical stuff.

Oh, I also want to see if anyone can guess the secret crossover.

"Let me get this straight," Vince McMahon said over the phone to a possible client. "You want to clone my biggest Superstar?"

"It's not just the fact that he's your biggest Superstar. He's physically perfect, Vince. I'm not quite sure you understand what you have employed in your company," Dr. Moscovitz explained. "He's the perfect candidate for this experiment."

"But John Cena recently had that pectoral muscle tear. I think that throws off your whole perception that John Cena is the perfect physical specimen that you believe he is," Vince countered.

"That tear is a non-issue," Dr. Moscovitz waved off. "Technically, we're looking for a physically perfect looking specimen. If there are any internal problems, then we might have just made a medical discovery. Besides, if we did end up cloning something completely perfect without any flaws, then what would the medical world have to strive for in the future?"

"Well…I suppose we could do this. That is, of course, if Mr. Cena agrees to the plan," Vince said.

"Oh, he already has. We decided to contact him first before we went to you. We figured there was no point in talking to you if he wasn't up for it at all. He discussed things with his girlfriend and they agreed with the plan. I suppose the hefty paycheck for a simple swatch of DNA didn't hurt, either," Dr. Moscovitz chuckled.

"If I may ask, how much is he receiving for this little experiment?" Vince asked, curious to know how much money he didn't have to pay one of his employees.

"Remember how much he made for The Marine?"

Vince shuddered at the thought. After all, it was a lot of money. "Why yes, I do."

"Triple that."

"Can you clone me instead?"

"With all due respect, Mr. McMahon, you're not exactly what we're looking for. Actually, John Cena is the oldest we were willing to go, but none of the younger guys really made the cut. I guess all that bodybuilding he did back in the day really paid off for him in more ways than one."

Vince let out a heavy yet understanding sigh. "I understand, doctor, but it was worth a shot."

"For that kind of money, it always is."

A/N: Someone want to tell me why bad Jorrie fics totally raped the site?

Let me know what you think of this idea. It's definitely not your typical 'LEIK OMG CENA IS HOT' OC fic. Review.