Warning: Before you proceed, just keep in mind that english is NOT my mother language. So there will certainly be mistakes in this text. Yet, I'm eager to improve, so if you see some corrections to make, don't hesitate to contact me :-)

Author's note: I know I have two other WWE fic in progress, "From Nexus With Love" and "In Memory of Wade", and they are not abandonned! This one won't be a long story. But due to some quite bad news I got in the morning, I was quite in a dark mood, and I think I created this one to dig it out. Warning: it's going to be a pretty DARK story. In you're in a fragile mood, don't read.

Background Music: As a music can influence our mood and the way we write, here's the song that was playing while I wrote the synopsis and developped storyline. Dive into the atmosphere of the story with Merril Bainbridge - "State of Mind".

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NEVER GOT A CHANCE

Prolog

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December 27th, 2010

"I know that you all always saw me as Mr Nice Guy. And I also believed it myself... But I was wrong."

John Cena's voice echoed in the huge room where this Monday night RAW. His fans, the Cenation, didn't know exactly how to react. Some booed him. Some - very rare - tried to applaud, but stopped quickly after they received crossed looks from their fellows. Most of them were stuck in a stunned silence, with a sick feeling in the stomach. A few of them were even crying, in denial.

John Cena should have been in the middle of the ring. He should have celebrated with them his latest victory, making a few jokes, and show some best-of videos on the huge screen above the ramp. But the only thing on the screen now was John Cena, sitting in a dark room they couldn't identify, and wearing his usual purple tee-shirt and cap. He looked tired, extremely tired. His eyes looked almost empty, excepted for some guilt and sadness sparkles. He had the same look as when he was trapped into the Nexus group, only worse now.

"I was wrong...", he repeated before looking straight back at the camera. "And I'm sorry I didn't listen to you guys. I'm...". He sighed, looking away. "I'm sorry... "

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TO BE CONTINUED.

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More to come soon. I gave some date indication, to help you (well at least, those of you who follow Monday Night RAW) figuring out what he might be speaking about.